For the first time since he'd gotten here, he wished Walker was here–for purely selfish, physical reasons. It madehim feel like shit, but it was true. He needed a release and his own hand just wasn't doing the trick. And if he didn’t get this fucking erection to go away soon, he might become tempted to chuck himself out the window again.
With an irritated groan, he took his cock into his hand again, stroking it slowly while he thought of the last night he'd had with Walker. He remembered how it had felt to kiss him against the wall. How it had felt to pin him to the counter and slip inside of him. He sucked in a breath, speeding up his strokes as he imagined Walker kissing him, imagined Walker’s hands on him, his fingers slipping inside of him. He thought of how it felt to kneel in front of his boyfriend, how good it made him feel to suck on him–
He gasped, his fingers tightening.
His mind slipped to other things, the other moments between them; the few times Walker had gotten rough with him, had hurt him but Cullen hadn't cared because it had felt so amazing. He gasped again as he slipped a little closer to his orgasm.
He imagined Walker on top of him right now, imagined it was his hand on his cock, stroking him. He thought of how it felt to have his tongue on back of his neck–
Cullen froze, his eyes flying open. He let go of himself with a low curse. Walker had never done that. Had never dragged his tongue along his skin in that skillful–
He shook that thought away quickly, his face growing hot.
"Stupid bastard." He muttered, gritting his teeth. Leviathan just had to touch him, didn't he? He'd had the whole thing carefully under control until they'd sparred. Until Leviathan had rubbed him. He should've known better than to accept it. Now his damn erection wouldn't go downno matter how hard he tried. He rose with a groan, heading for the shower. Not that any of the other ice cold showers had done the trick, but he didn't know what else to do. He'd been holed up in his room for days now and he knew Leviathan would be in to drag him out eventually. He needed to get this under control before the fucker found out, before he got the completely wrong idea and took this awful little game of theirs too far.
Leviathan was not used to being pent up. He hadn't been denied sex in a long time, and normally he would simply move onto the next willing slave if he did happen to be turned down. But he didn'twantanyone else. He wanted to save every bit of his energy and anger for when the brat finally snapped and came to him; begged for him…
He shook his head, clearing it. He'd gone longer than this. This was nothing. Even with the constant temptation under his roof. He certainly wouldn't break before the brat did.
No, he would let him sit in his room and pretend to be sick without a word. Leviathan could sense it all, though, the way he could senseeverythingthat happened in his domain. He could sense Cullen squirming in his bed, could sense the rush of water as he tried to cool himself down with yet another shower. He could hear his moans–
He jumped to his feet, rushing from his bedroom. He needed a walk. Maybe in the human world. Where he wouldn't be able to sense Cullen struggling with his issues… Issues caused byhim. He grinned, feeling the heat build in his gut again. He remembered how it felt to touch him, remembered the low moan and the gasp that had fallen from his lips when he wrapped his fingers around his cock–
Leviathan growled and raised his hand, tearing open the fabric between worlds, and stepped through the portal that led into the darkness.
18
Cullen was really starting to panic. It had been nearly two weeks and he hadn't eaten, hadn't slept much, and his dick kept up a constant throbbing that had him twitching and rubbing at himself for relief. His erection wouldn't die down at all and it was both terrifying and infuriating. Which only made him think about other things that infuriated him–like Leviathan. Which made rage flood him and made his blood rush harder through his veins, driving him up the wall even more.
He had no idea what to do at this point except to try to ignore it until it went away.
So when the dreaded knock sounded from the other side of his door, he opened it carefully, keeping his lower half hidden behind it. Leviathan raised an eyebrow, smirking at him. "Still sick, are you?"
His face burned. He still couldn’t believe that Leviathan had believed him about being sick. Or, at least, that he was humoring him about the lie. "A little."
"Can I come in?"
"No!" He said, too loudly. He shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat. "No. I…don't want to get you sick." Since when did he ask anyway? Or knock. Something seemed off with him, but Cullen was too distracted to try to guess what it might be.
Leviathan rested his arm against the door frame, leaning in closer to him. Cullen tensed, trying not to notice how good he looked doing that. Or how good he smelled. Or how– "You should come to dinner today. Try to eat something. Anything. Demon or not, it's important to keep up your strength."
He hesitated. “I…I’m not sure.”
Leviathan leaned his head against the door and Cullen had to swallow the shiver that threatened to roll down his spine at the sight. This stupid fucking body–
“And if I said it’s from your favorite restaurant?"
A long moment of disbelief passed. And then he snorted. “Are you serious? One of the infamous Princes of Hell is going to eat a greasy hamburger made by humans?”
A little flicker of irritation moved across his face, but he only smiled and shrugged. “As I’ve said, I only wish to make you happy. And I thought maybe you were a little homesick so…your favorite food.”
He hesitated, shifting uncomfortably again as his erection rubbed against his pants. “C…can you give me a couple of minutes to get dressed?”
Leviathan smiled.
His face burned the entire time they ate. He couldn't ignore Leviathan’s quiet stare, and he was almost positive heknew what was going on in Cullen’s pants right now. He squirmed continuously, both from the piercing gaze, and from the discomfort of his body. He forced the food down without a word, keeping his eyes on the wrapper in front of him. The longer Leviathan stared at him, the more awkward he felt, and the more annoyed he got.
Finally, he snapped.
