Newt laughed and a moment later, slipped his tongue into him.Oh fuck. Don’t let the world end while he’s doing this.
River kept clenching and unclenching his fists so he wasn’t tempted to pull at Newt’s hair.Oh Christ.Newt was fucking him with his tongue, kissing and licking and pushing, and it was filthy, it was bad, it was wrong, no…it was right, it was good, it was bloody fantastic… Perfect. He might have only just come but his cock was beginning to fill again. He heard the squelch of lube, the snap of latex and then it was a finger not a tongue inside him and River was still up for it, still wanting it. He was writhing on the bed, moaning and gasping until he felt the round head of Newt’s cock pressed against the entrance to his body, then he freaked out.
Luckily, only mentally. His body was up for this even though his brain was rebelling.I want it. I do. Please. Please.Newt pushed, River pushed back and the ring of muscles gave way.
“Oh my God.” Newt’s breathing was shaky. “Okay, I’m done.”
River chuckled and Newt slid a little deeper. That caused River to suck in a breath, but after he’d winced, he made himself smile.
“Four inches in. Only another eight to go,” Newt said and River choked laughing.
“Tape measure?”
“Fuck off.” Newt slowly sank into River’s body until they were tightly joined.
“Fuuuuck,” they gasped together.
Newt stared at him as he slowly withdrew his cock, then pushed forward again. It was a strange sensation, not quite pleasurable, not yet, but then Newt shifted slightly and his cock brushed that place inside him, and River arched up into Newt’s thrust.
“Yessss. There. More.”
River slipped into another world as pleasure coursed through him. Newt was moving faster now, fucking him hard and every cell in River’s body came alive. The sound of their ragged breathing filled the room, every grunt and groan lit him up. His cock was hard again and he didn’t know how. Newt somehow got his hand around him and was jerking him in the same rhythm that he was fucking him.
“Not allowed to stop,” River gasped.
“What did you say?”
River laughed.
They came at virtually the same time and, overloaded with pleasure, River was pretty sure he’d passed out for a moment.
When he came back to earth, they were lying side by side, Newt’s fingers wrapped around his hand, and the lumpin River’s throat grew large enough to choke him.
He’s perfect. I can’t let him go.
And when River woke in the night, heart racing after a nightmare where he’d found himself back on the roof with his father trying to reach him, Newt held him tight, calmed him down, brought him back to reality.
“It’s okay,” Newt whispered. “I have you. You’re safe.”
And River felt safe.
Seventeen
The police arrived just after ten and showed their ID on the camera. Newt pressed the button to open the gate as River fidgeted at his side. They showed their ID again at the door and Newt moved aside to let them in.
“Mr Lawson, I’m DI Sutcliffe and this is DS Pierce.”
River shook their hands. “This is Newt. He’s helping me. Sometimes I find it… difficult…to get the right words.”
River led the way to the more formal sitting room.
“Can I get you a drink? Coffee or tea?” Newt asked.
“Coffee would be great. Black for me,” Sutcliffe said. “Milk for my colleague. No sugar for either of us. Thanks.”
When Newt returned, they were chatting about River’s films. Newt handed out the drinks and sat next to River.
“Tell us what you remember about the days before you fell,” Sutcliffe said. “Your usual routine. Then run through the day of the fall.”
