Colm’s hand is trembling a little as he reaches down and unbuckles my jeans, slowly shimmying them down with my underwear until my thighs are pinned in place by the fabric. He puts his warm hand against the side of my hip and holds it there for a second. Not doing anything, just touching.
I whine, although it’s barely audible. It feels almost good. Terrible in the best way. I feel insane as the texture of his clammy skin against mine feels just as uncomfortable as I expected, but every time I remind myself that the hand on me is attached to Colm, it gets easier.
Despite my fear—or maybe because of it—my cock is already well on its way to hard. It won’t be the first fear boner I’ve experienced, and it hopefully won’t be the last. But it’s helping me twist all that adrenaline into something I’m designed to handle, and I’m ready to lean into that.
“Do it,” I whisper, suddenly desperate for his cock.
Chapter Sixteen
Colm
Pulling Fallow in here against his will has been a rollercoaster of emotions, even though it’s probably been less than three minutes. I didn’t have a choice. He would rather have faced them all down alone and potentially get murdered over putting himself in an uncomfortable situation with me.
And maybe that’s his choice and I’m the asshole here, but I refuse to let him die. Nope. Not happening.
I yanked him in here and I will keep him still and quiet until we can safely leave, and if he ends up hating me for it it’ll still be worth it because he’ll be alive. I expected him to fight me on it. It did not occur to me that he would go down one of his ‘sex as a distraction’ rabbit holes, but honestly, I’ll take it. It’s better than pinning him to the wall while he freaks out.
He’s asking me to fuck him and God help me, I want to. The tight space is pushing my cock right against his ass, and I’m intimately aware of how it would feel to slide inside. But even though I was able to push down his pants, there’s no way I can maneuver us into a real fuck. The space is too small, we don’thave lube, and the distraction probably won’t need to last that long.
Instead, I wrap my fingers loosely around his cock and begin to stroke. He gasps a little, his body tightening under my grip. I have no idea if anyone’s ever jerked him off before, and I’m sure it feels weird. But I try to keep my touch consistent and predictable, and let him focus on the pleasure.
Fallow softens against me, bit by bit, eventually letting himself sink into it. There’s still a frantic air around us, but at least he’s not running. He’s stiff in my hand, but I can’t feel the pressure building in him. He needs more.
I need more. Now that the floodgates have been opened, I want to touch him as much as I can while it lasts. How much I’m enjoying it is making me feel way guiltier than what I did in the first place, but I can process that later.
Fallow is still breathing quick and shallow, like a frightened animal. I pull out my own stiff cock and press the tip against his tailbone so he can feel that. At least that’s a part of me he’s used to touching. A smear of precum wipes over his skin, and I can’t stop myself from dragging my length up and down his crack a few times, stifling the urge to moan.
Fallow reacts to it, arching his back and pushing himself against me like he wants more. Which gives me the perfect idea of what we can do. If I’m going to touch him for the first time, I should touch him absolutely everywhere.
I stop stroking him so I can reach further down and palm his balls. His hips give a little jerk against me. Even though he’s still thrumming with anxiety, and the sound of the Aryans hasn’t abated, the real world is starting to fall away for me the way I hope it is for him.
When I let go of his balls, I bring that hand to his mouth and don’t hesitate before shoving three fingers inside. Fallow loves to suck cock. He’s normally in control when he does it, but Iknow he loves having something in his mouth just as much as his ass. So, although he flinches away from me at first, it’s barely a second before he settles and laves his tongue over my fingers like I need him to.
Once my fingers are dripping with his saliva, I get right to the point. No teasing, no waiting. If he wants to feel overwhelmed enough that he stops thinking, I can do that with more than my dick. I circle his hole briefly with the pad of one finger, spreading some wetness there, and then push all the way inside with two.
I’ve seen how he works himself open, and I know this is nothing for him.
Fallow jerks again, this time with a small gasp, but after that initial shock fades, he lowers his hips a little, pushing my fingers deeper inside. I’m already mesmerized by the tight, wet heat that I finally get to experience in an active way, and the way he starts rocking his hips and panting tells me it’s hitting the spot.
When I find his prostate and literally hit the spot, Fallow almost makes a noise. I can feel it choke him off, but when I reach around with my other hand to start stroking him again, I find him rock hard and leaking, just the way I hoped.
We both seem to fall into a flow. It’s all understated, because there isn’t a lot of space to move and I’m focused on touching him inside in any way that gets a good reaction. But it gets easier to ignore the raised voices outside and easier to ignore my own desperate erection as I chase a release for him.
My arousal is building just listening to him breathe. In this kind of quiet I feel hyperaware of it, and I can hear every little hitch and increase in pace that tells me he’s getting closer.
When he’s right on the edge, I take a chance and bite him on the earlobe, hard enough to hurt. Fallow makes that same choking noise from before and suddenly comes all over my hand. I can feel him squeezing around my fingers that are still spearinghim open, and I feel so attuned to his body that it’s almost as good as if he was squeezing my dick.
When the pleasure finally fades, Fallow sags a little, but he seems content to let me hold him up with an arm around his chest. I’m sure it feels like he just ran a marathon. I’m still dying for my own release, so I quickly start jerking myself off.
There’s a brief flash of clarity where I think about how uncomfortable Fallow will probably be if I come on his skin. I don’t know what textures he does and doesn’t like, but I bet unexpected cum isn’t going to help the situation. I lean forward, pulling him in closer to my chest, and then angle my hips so I’m pointing my cock at the floor, bobbing just beneath his taint.
I want to give him space, but I can’t. For just a few more seconds I enjoy it. I’m breathing hard with my mouth right next to his neck, and when I let myself take a small taste, he shivers in my arms.
That’s all I need to fall over the ledge. My cum spatters onto the drain in short bursts, and I have one of the most toe-curlingly hot orgasms I’ve had all week. Which is a high bar.
We’re both still catching our breath, dicks hanging out but softening, when the Aryan’s voices finally get quieter. Thank fuck.
I clean us up as much as I can with nothing to help and then fix both of our pants. Fallow lets me, very still but nowhere near the pulse-racing fearful stance from before. And as soon as the coast sounds truly clear, I eke open the closet door.
