by Macy Blake
And he did. Cody wanted it badly. He began to pant as he stroked his finger in and out, letting his body adjust to the intrusion. He was so tempted to go ahead and add the second. HellBent would never know.
HellBent: Only one, Goldi. I know you’re in a rush. You’re panting for my cock, aren’t you? I can feel it. I know you’re desperate for me, but you have to be a good boy and listen.
Dammit.
HellBent: Show me. Show me what one finger did to that tight little hole of yours.
Fuck. Cody slid his finger free and opened the camera app. He took a pic, checked it quickly for anything that shouldn’t be seen, and then returned to his messages. It should have cooled him down, stopping in the middle, but knowing he was sending the image to HellBent hardened his cock further. He wanted to jack off so bad, but he couldn’t.
HellBent: So perfect. I’ll wreck you, boy. You have to do a better job. Do two, for me. Can you take two?
He could take two easily, and HellBent damn well knew it. One of his profile pics showed him with a toy up his ass.
GoldiLad: I can take two.
HellBent: That’s my boy. Do it.
HellBent: Slow, Goldi. I’d take my time with you. Take you apart until you’re begging for me.
Cody was already willing to beg. He forced himself to go slow, though. Teasing his rim with the second finger and dipping it inside. There was a little burn this time, but not much. Nothing a little more lube wouldn’t help. He lay there, teasing his own body, letting it come alive, while he stared at the phone screen. What next? He didn’t want to ask the question, though. HellBent wouldn’t like it. He’d said slow, and Cody knew he wouldn’t be rushed. It sent a shiver down his spine, one that caused his hole to clench around his fingers.
GoldiLad: Please
HellBent: Please, what? What is it you want, Goldi? Tell me. Show me.
GoldiLad: I want your hand on my dick. I want to come.
HellBent: So you can’t wait? You can’t be a good boy and take that toy you promised to show me?
Dammit.
He had two fingers up his own ass, his dick was so hard it ached, and all he wanted to do was make this guy happy.
GoldiLad: I can wait.
HellBent: That’s my boy. I need to see, Goldi. Show me you’re ready for three.
Fucking hell. Hell. Now Cody knew where HellBent had gotten his name. He removed his fingers and positioned the phone once more. He buried his head in the pillows and snapped the picture. He didn’t even want to know what he looked like at the moment. Desperate and needy came to mind.
He quickly attached the picture and hit send before getting his fingers back to work. It was the only way he wasn’t going to jack himself off. He had the phone in one hand and the other teasing his hole.
HellBent growled at you.
HellBent: So fucking perfect, Goldi. Look at that greedy little hole of yours. It wants something bigger, doesn’t it?
If HellBent were actually in the room, Goldi would probably grab him by the cock and show him how much he wanted something bigger. He didn’t have that option, though.
GoldiLad: Yes
HellBent: Desperate, greedy boys who get attitude don’t get what they want.
Fuck. Cody dropped the phone and buried his face in his pillow. He let out an annoyed growl even as he continued to thrust his fingers in his ass. His cock ached, and he couldn’t do this. He grabbed his phone again and sent a frustrated message.
GoldiLad: Please. If you were here, I could… but you aren’t. Please.
HellBent: Get your toy.
Cody grabbed it and positioned it at his hole. He waited, staring at the screen until it flashed once more.
HellBent: Fuck yourself with it. But only that. Don’t touch your cock. It’s mine.
Cody groaned and pushed the toy inside. It stretched him, but only a little. It usually burned a little more, but he’d prepared himself more than he usually did. He’d need that prep and more if he planned on actually taking what HellBent had to offer.
He groaned as the tip of the plug stretched him wide, wider. He kept working it in, only pausing to add more lube to it. Once he worked it in, he snapped another pic and sent it. He had his ass in the air, stretched around a toy. His cock was harder than it had ever been, and still, he waited.
HellBent: Fuck. I almost came. Just looking at you did that to me. Play with yourself, Goldi. Fuck yourself with that toy and come for me. I want to see you all messy and fucked open. Can you do that for me? I’d pound you so hard right now. Stretch you so wide. Fuck, I want to. Could you take me, boy? Would you let me fuck you hard and fast and fill you up?
Cody would. He so would. He moved the toy, hard and fast, his breath catching with each thrust. He imagined HellBent behind him, hand gripping his hips hard as he took what he wanted. That was the image that got him off. It took one stroke of the toy pegging his gland and he came, cock untouched. He pushed through it, even though his arm began to ache and his legs began to tremble. When he finally fell forward into the puddle of his own come, he blindly reached for the phone and snapped one final pic. He sent it, barely even opening his eyes to see the results. He knew what he looked like. Fucked open and messy. Just the way HellBent wanted him.
His phone dinged and he peeled open one eye. HellBent had returned the favor, sending him a pic of his come-covered abs and still half-hard cock. Cody’s hole clenched, and he shuddered. He wished he could feel that cock inside him.
HellBent: You did so good.
Cody smiled at the phone, still in an orgasm-induced haze.
HellBent: You’re so fucking perfect, Goldi. I wish I could curl up behind you and pass out again for a few hours.
HellBent: Did you fall asleep on me? I wouldn’t blame you if you did.
GoldiLad: Still up. Barely. Feel so good. Next time, maybe we should meet up in person. See how it would be for real.
HellBent: That would be good.
HellBent: We haven’t…Is this just a sex thing?
HellBent: I’m new to this.
Cody had to laugh. New at it? God, if this was new, what would he be like with a little experience?
GoldiLad: I’m not looking to pick out china or anything. Just sex is fine. More is open to negotiation, depending on how it goes when we meet.
His phone went quiet for a long time.
HellBent: I’ve never understood the point of china.
Cody laughed. He cleaned himself up and stripped his sheets off the bed before replying.
GoldiLad: Me either.
HellBent: So you don’t want china. What do you want?
Cody settled on his bed and tugged his blanket over him. He didn’t know how to answer. He couldn’t exactly say what Shaq and Drew have. Even though he wanted to. He tried to think of a way to explain it, but his mind drew up blank. Mainly because he was kind of half asleep and kind of hungry.
GoldiLad: I don’t know. Right now, something more, something important.
Which was a lame answer, and he knew it. Some guys always had the right answer. They were into fucking around and getting off. Some guys wanted the whole heteronormative picture—and don’t get him started on how much he hated that word. What was normal anyway? Half the people he knew didn’t want to be what everyone defined as so-called “normal.” But that’s what everyone was supposed to want, right? Even if they didn’t really want that at all. HellBent wasn’t ready to hear his rants on that subject though—Cody, on the other hand, wanted something to call his own. Maybe somewhere in the middle, with lots of hot sex and a place to call home. Screw the white picket fence, though.
HellBent: I’m not a just sex guy. I like this, but it would be temporary. I don’t want just this forever.
Cody appreciated the honesty, even though it made him feel a little weird. He didn’t even know anything about this guy. He couldn’t comment one way or another. Of course, that little squiggle of hope inside of him grew a little brighter at the news.
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bsp; GoldiLad: I’m like… this is going to sound dumb.
HellBent: Try me.
GoldiLad: I’m like layer cake. Right now, all you get is the frosting.
Suddenly, Cody realized his analogy had fallen apart on him. He actually couldn’t complete his thought. Dammit.
HellBent: Okay, so if I want more, I have to eat you first.
Cody snickered and curled up around his phone.
GoldiLad: I’m so embarrassed right now. I’m hungry and I was done in by a food analogy.
HellBent: I liked it. And go eat. I’m not going anywhere.
GoldiLad: I’m too fucked out to move.
HellBent: Same.
Cody drifted in and out for the next hour or two, as he chatted with HellBent about…nothing. Stupid comments about the weather and how comfortable his bed was. HellBent sent him a link to a great pillow. They talked about food, and Cody confessed how picky of an eater he was. Nothing too personal, and yet it was one of the most intimate conversations he’d ever had.
GoldiLad: I need to get moving. It’s time for me to get ready for work.
HellBent: Have a great night. I hope this one isn’t as weird.
Cody closed the phone and went to shower, but his mind had already shifted gears. The reminder of the previous night had brought Sol back into his thoughts. He hoped Sol would be at work so he could reassure himself that he was okay. It was stupid, really. But it was an itch he couldn’t scratch, a niggle of worry that had only gone away when HellBent had him good and distracted.
Solomon
Sol stepped out of the shower, giving his ribs a gentle poke with his fingers. They were still incredibly tender, but much better than the night before. Still, he had no doubt that his sigil would remain quiet for a few days. It always happened when one of them were injured. They were only called when they were healed or there was a full-pack emergency. He hoped they were done with those for a while.
After pulling on the pair of jeans he planned on wearing to work, Sol headed into the kitchen. He shouldn’t have been surprised to find his alpha standing at the island with a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. He looked Sol over, paying particular attention to his uncovered ribs.
“Afternoon,” Sol said.
“How’s the ribs?”
“Sore.”
Shaq grumbled unhappily.
“I’m fine, Shaq.”
He poured himself a mug of coffee before getting out some chicken and vegetables. Shaq gave him another of his disapproving glares and moved to help, but Sol held up a hand, stopping his alpha in his tracks.
“I need to do this.”
Shaq frowned again but moved back to the other side of the counter. He could feel Shaq watching him, puzzling it through, and Sol knew he’d have to explain sooner rather than later. He focused on the task at hand, instead of thinking about it. He sliced the chicken and added it to a zip top bag. After he poured marinade over the top, he closed it and set to work on the vegetables. Once everything was prepped, he cleaned up and returned his attention to both his coffee and his extremely confused alpha.
“I normally tell you everything.”
“I know,” Shaq said.
“I need a little more time on this one.”
Shaq set his mug down and came around the counter. They were nearly equal in size, brothers in all ways that counted. Shaq hooked his hand around Sol’s neck and gave it a squeeze. “Whatever you need.”
“Thanks, Alpha.”
Shaq grunted. “Drew is trying to convince me to open a portal into Paris to get him a real baguette. He says the ones here are gross. He’s never actually been to Paris, so I’m not sure how he’s figured that out.”
As far as random subject changes went, it was one of Shaq’s better ones.
“I think he’s yanking your chain.”
“Probably.”
“He thinks it’s funny that you won’t tell him no.”
“I know. But it wouldn’t hurt to—”
“Shaq.”
“No. I know. But if he wants—”
“Shaq.”
“Yeah. No. I get it. It’s just—”
Sol couldn’t help laughing. They knew the rules. No portals for personal gain. It wasn’t even one set down by the goddess. It was Shaq’s own rule. They could move as they needed as long as the cause was for the goddess. Shaq made it clear to all of them that their powers weren’t simply perks of their role that they could use at their whim. He’d been very adamant about the fact. Extremely firm. No exceptions.
Shaq growled and took another drink from his mug. “He’s playing me.”
“You know he is. What you should do is go down to the bakery, get him a baguette, and watch his eyes bug out of his head when he thinks you broke the rules for him.”
Shaq squirmed. “I shouldn’t.”
Sol smirked and his alpha soon returned the expression. “There’s that specialty grocery store up the road. What’s the name of it? I bet they have something with a nice French label on it. Definitely French wine. Probably some stinky cheese.”
Shaq couldn’t hold back his smile. “And he’d like that, even when he realizes I’m teasing him, too.”
“You can turn it into one of your romantic date nights or whatever.”
“I like the way you think, Sol. Speaking of romantic date nights…”
Sol’s stomach flipped, and he hoped his alpha hadn’t figured out what he was doing. It was stupid. Cody was human and part of their pack. He’d never shown any interest in Sol—
“…I hear you’re letting Walt use your cabin for the weekend.”
Sol fought to hide his relief. Luckily, Shaq hadn’t noticed. He was too busy refilling his coffee mug and sniffing at the chicken Sol had marinating to notice.
“What’d you put in this, anyway?”
“Homemade teriyaki sauce. And yeah, I said he could use it. He’s still so distracted by all the noises in town. Last time he tried to go over to Shelly’s, he nearly gutted one of her neighbors who was yelling at a baseball game or something.”
“I remember. Poor Shelly had to squirt him with a bottle of water to get his attention.” Shaq leaned closer to the bag of chicken and inhaled again. “This smells really good. I think Drew would like it.”
“I can give you the recipe.”
Shaq grinned up at him. “Thanks. So, anyway, speaking of romantic—”
Sol swallowed his tongue again.
“—I think we should help Walt out a bit.”
Sol sucked in a breath and nodded. “How?”
“I’m thinking roses in the cabin. Like they’re going to some fancy resort or something. Shelly’d love it.”
“Yeah, but will she believe for a second that Walt did it?”
Shaq scratched his chin and poked around in Sol’s cabinets until he found Sol’s stash of cookies. He grabbed one out of the box and dunked it in his mug of coffee. “Maybe,” he finally said. “She’ll be so excited by the whole adventure.”
Sol thought it over for a moment before he shrugged. “I can handle it if you want. I was going to go out there tomorrow morning after work anyway to make sure nothing needed to be cleaned up. Maybe open the windows a bit.”
Shaq paused and gave him a look. “You’re not working tonight.”
Sol scowled. “Shaq—”
“No. The Jerricks said to rest.”
“You know I can’t lay around and do nothing.”
Shaq growled.
“Besides, I need to go into work for a little while. The guys need to see that I’m okay.” And he needed to see Cody. But that wasn’t the point.
“They know you’re okay. I told them.”
“Uh-huh. And when has that stopped either one of us from showing up to make sure? I don’t want them showing up over here. You know what’ll happen if they do.”
“You’ll end up taking care of them. You do realize they know how to cook on their own, right? I mean—”
Sol barked out a lau
gh. “Sure, Alpha. And when was the last time we showed up at your place and you didn’t shove food down our throats?”
Shaq glared and dunked another cookie.
“So, let me get this finished, and I’ll see you at the bar. I won’t stay until close, if that makes you happy.”
Shaq huffed. “It’s a start.”
“You should go check on Drew. I bet he’s awake by now.”
Shaq glared at him and shoved the last of the cookie into his mouth. “I know you’re playing me, but you’re right. I’m going to go see my mate. I’ll see you at the bar.”
Sol should have known it was too easy. He really should have. Shaq had let it go too easily. But his head was busy thinking about Cody, about the conversation they’d had, and the sex. Dear Goddess, the sex. It didn’t seem real. In a way, it wasn’t. But in another, it was the most fulfilling experience of his life.
He fired up the stove and waited for the skillet to get hot before sautéing the vegetables. When they were finished, he added the chicken. While it cooked, he divided the veggies into two containers. Cody hadn’t given himself enough time to make food. The only reason Sol did was because he was going in a little later than normal. When he’d realized how long they’d spent talking… well, he had to make sure Cody had something to eat. And he needed to show Cody he understood what he’d told him. Ask. He had no idea how he was going to ask Cody if he actually wanted the food he was making. But he’d figure it out. How hard could it be?
Sol made it to the bar early enough, but Cody was already there. He looked happy. It made Sol squirm a little knowing the smile was for him, but then again, it wasn’t. He assumed his position in the back of the room after sticking his food in the fridge. Walt had given him a dirty look. Walt always gave him dirty looks, though, so it was just another day.
Everything started normally. He watched Cody. Random supernatural beings came in hoping to catch a glimpse of Drew. He watched Cody some more. And then Shaq and Drew came in. His alpha’s mate took one look in Sol’s direction, and Sol knew he was in for it. Shaq did his normal rounds, stopping at the bar first to check on Cody. Drew, however, locked eyes on his target and never blinked. He stopped in front of Sol with a beautifully sweet smile.
