The roughness of Scar’s hand was crazy stimulating, but his touch was gentle as he stroked him lazily, stoking a fire that was already burning.
Gage spread his legs wider in invitation and a plea for more.
Scar took the hint, licking along his neck, leaving searing wet trails drawn out enough to be cruel.
The combination of Scar’s mouth and touch was too much, and his moans became louder and more desperate until he was too aware of his own skin, breath, pulse, of how badly he needed.
Scar began to jerk him with more urgency as he ground his own cock against Gage’s thigh.
“Your dick is fuckin’ perfect in my hand.” Scar groaned, squeezing him just right.
Oh my—.
He realized he liked Scar’s dirty talk and curses. The crudeness should’ve shocked him in a sinful way, but instead it made his hips rise toward it as he used his mouth to coax out more.
The pressure in his balls increased until he was so close.
A sensation was building like a tsunami, stronger than anything he’d ever felt before.
Scar was reading his body like his favorite book as he brushed his calloused thumb over the head of his cock then pushed his nail against the slit.
A thrill hit the base of his spine. So powerful he thought it’d break him apart.
He came almost too hard, shaking as wave after wave of pleasure overtook him, so forceful he had to bite down on Scar’s shoulder to stifle his yelling.
He barely registered Scar’s last deep thrust, the intense shudder and long, bass-filled groan he released into his mouth before he collapsed all his weight on him.
They lay there for a long moment as their breathing slowed to normal, kissing with lazy open-mouthed panting.
He wanted to stay like this always, so he’d never lose what he’d just found and experienced for the first time.
“Tell me you choose me, and only me. Not him,” Scar managed around his gasping for air.
After what they’d just done, did Scar really think…?
“I’ve never lain beneath anyone. Never even considered it.” Gage cupped Scar’s jaw firmly. “No one…except you.”
“Gage.” Scar shook his head. “I know…but you deserve better than me.”
“You let me choose what I deserve,” he said sternly.
He held Scar tightly enough to feel his heart pounding against his own.
Too soon, the sounds around him came back into focus, and reality crept in with its harsh reminder that the world was not made of just the two of them.
They had a job to do— missions, purpose, and a vow of brotherhood to uphold.
When they finally pulled apart, nothing about Gage was the same, or how he felt about Scar.
What his partner ignited inside him was only the beginning of who and what they were going to be to each other.
White Ravens
Gage
The Whites’ training arena was designed specifically for them, for a different kind of fight.
The floor had a subtle give, layered with material engineered to announce impact. The air had an ozone-clean scent he didn’t mind and the ceiling grid tracked his every step, calibrating distance as it learned his habits.
