18% Gray

by Anne Tenino

  “Can’t, baby,” James rumbled at him. “Need to keep an eye out. We’re right next to the old highway.”

  Oh, well that made sense. Matt could see across the asphalt where some tall electric lights had been placed, to illuminate the place. Thank God they weren’t working now. The electricity had either been cut off or the lights had been tampered with, because they were dark. Probably never re-sourced after the dam was blown up by eco-terrorists. And of course no one would bother hooking it to the local waste-gas energy grid.

  Baby. That was nice.

  James leaned against the wall next to him, still standing. Matt reached out and circled James’s ankle with his hand, leaning his head against James’s thigh. He let himself drift. He was still so tired.

  James’s hand on his head, shaking gently, brought him back. Pearl was off the phone, and they were both looking at him.

  “We ready to head back?” Matt asked.

  “Yeah.” James reached down and grabbed him around the biceps, helping him up.

  He didn’t remember a lot of the walk back. James kept an arm around him, helping him, he supposed. Mostly the arm just felt warm and comforting. He heard James and Pearl talking very quietly. Something about discharges and falsified medical records and something about the Boulder Blue cell. He couldn’t remember.

  And suddenly they were in the room, James’s strong hand on the small of his back, lowering him to the bed. He’d had to carry him? Had Matt fallen asleep or lost consciousness? “Shh, baby,” James said when Matt tried to ask. He helped Matt undress.

  He vaguely remembered Pearl putting another IV vial in his arm, telling him she needed to feed the nano-menders. Then it was all fog until he felt James’s weight dip the bed behind him. He scooted back, snuggling his ass into James’s hips. James rumbled at him, and held him tight.

  “Go to sleep, baby.”

  Fine, he’d rest a bit, but then he had plans for James.

  Chapter 16

  MATT couldn’t believe he’d fallen asleep the night before. He’d been so exhausted he’d somehow passed out, even with James spooning him, his hard dick up against Matt’s (very happy) ass.

  When Matt woke up, he was on his back. The same hard dick was nudging his hip, and his own was valiantly pushing up the heavy blankets. He could feel warm sun on his chest and shoulders, and fingernails tracing across his abs and pecs, following the muscle contours. The touch slowly, teasingly, got closer to his nipple.

  Matt lay there with his eyes closed, picturing James’s honey-tanned hand, fingers gliding across him. He could feel his nipples hardening in anticipation, and then a single fingernail tracing circles around his left nipple, not quite touching the areola. Sandpapery whiskers brushed his left shoulder, around his bandage. “Mmmmm.” He stretched a little, arching his back, smiling, trying to move so that finger would touch him where he wanted it.

  He felt James’s rough lips gently brush his shoulder, hovering so he wouldn’t hurt Matt. “Are you picturing it? My fingers on your nipple? Want it, Matt?”

  God, this meta-communication rocked.

  “Watch.” James’s voice was rumbly and rough, like his whiskers and lips. Matt opened his eyes at James’s command. James skated a finger across the tip of his nipple, then again, sending shock waves of sensation through him.

  Matt made a low sound in the back of his throat. “James.” James licked up his neck to his ear.

  “Tell me what you want, Matt.” His voice was low and seductive, but Matt could hear the note of command in it. He nearly shuddered from it. So he was a submissive slut, sue him.

  “Want you to fuck me,” he said, turning his head to look into James’s eyes. James looked back, making that rumbly sound Matt swore he could feel in his chest.

  “Yeah, Matt. I wanna fuck you. How do you want it?” He pinched Matt’s nipple suddenly. Matt arched his back and made a high, whiny sound. If he wasn’t so fucking turned on, he’d be embarrassed.

  “On my stomach,” he panted. “Wanna feel your weight on me. Want you to bite my neck.”

  Matt watched James’s eyes flare with heat and a little bit of surprise.

  In the next second, James was over him, forcing his tongue into Matt’s mouth. He was heat and slippery, twisty possession. Fucking almost into Matt’s throat with his tongue. Matt moaned, wishing it was James’s prick. Except he wanted it up his ass even more.

  James gripped Matt’s hands, holding them up by his head. James was trying not to get too rough, careful of his injuries. Matt didn’t give a flying fuck about his injuries right now. He arched up into James’s body, bringing their chests together, feeling James’s nipples and crinkly hair slide across his super-sensitized skin.

  James ground down into Matt, already naked, sliding his heavy, hot erection in the join between his thigh and pelvis, grinding his hard prick alongside Matt’s. Matt hooked his legs around James’s, sliding them up to his thighs, then higher. He wanted to be as open to him as possible, to feel James’s dick dragging across his hole. Matt’s sphincter clenched convulsively at the thought.

  James slid his body down, letting his dick drag down Matt’s, past his balls—already alarmingly tight—and his perineum, poking at it a little, then pressing against his hole through his shorts.

  “Fuuuuuuck.” Matt was writhing, held down by James’s body and hands. James scraped his stubble along Matt’s neck, biting his earlobe. “Uhn. James.”

  “Think this might be all the foreplay you get, Matt.” James was panting.

  “Don’t care. Go.”

  James laughed a little, breathlessly. “You still have shorts on. And you’re on your back.”

  “Don’t care. Just fuck me, James.” Matt looked up into James’s eyes, very serious. James let go of Matt’s hands and sat back, hooking fingers into his waistband and roughly yanking down Matt’s undershorts.

  With his hands free, Matt immediately reached for James’s cock. He grabbed it around the shaft, skating his fingers around the head. Fuck, James felt big. Wide. Matt fucking loved being stretched around a wide cock. He moaned, fisting James, letting his head drag across his palm.

  James froze with Matt’s shorts still around his thighs. “Matty, you gotta stop.” The silk over steel of James was too seductive to let go. Matt gripped the shaft harder, squeezing it experimentally. He could feel pre-come on his leg. He circled the top of James’s head, slipping his fingers around and around. “Matt. Let go, now. Put your hands back up by your head and don’t move them or I stop.” Fuck, that voice was so hot. Matt bit his lip as he followed James’s orders.

  James yanked Matt’s shorts off the rest of the way. Then he sat back on his haunches, looking down at him. Matt felt James’s eyes like a touch. His nipples pulled up even tighter. He whined a little, sliding the backs of his thighs over the tops of James’s, feeling the rough hair. James was all rough stimulation, sharp and raw.

  James clamped his hands on Matt’s legs, not letting him move. “So hot, baby.” James’s voice was so rumbly Matt almost couldn’t understand him.

  Matt had never felt this out of control. He couldn’t hold still, arching his back and grinding his groin into air. He managed to keep his hands where James told him, but that was the extent of his control.

  “How long?” James asked him roughly. How long since he’d been fucked?

  “Um, couple months. James, please. Want you in me.”

  James let go of Matt’s leg, sliding the fingers of one hand into Matt’s mouth. “Suck.” Matt swirled his tongue around James’s thick fingers while James watched. When they were slippery he traced them slowly down the center of Matt’s body, between his legs, into his crack.

  Matt arched up, bringing his legs back as far as he could without gripping them. James leaned forward and pressed a forearm against the back of Matt’s thighs, forcing his legs back more. He circled Matt’s hole, holding him still with the arm across his thighs.

  The further loss of control made Matt even wilder. �
��James, please,” he panted. James slipped a finger into Matt. “God!” Matt clenched around his finger, wanting more. James slipped in the second finger. It stung a little, adding to Matt’s excitement.

  “Don’t wanna hurt you, Matt. Need something slick.” James head was bent, looking down at his fingers pushing into Matt’s ass. “God, Matt,” he moaned softly. Then he pulled his fingers out and was leaning over the side of the bed.

  “James?” What th’fuck was he doing? Matt started to lower his legs.

  “Don’t move,” James snapped. He came back up, something in his hand. Matt tilted his hips and spread his legs, grinning at James. “Is that butter?”

  James nodded. He reached for Matt, shoving both fingers back in. Matt gasped at the intrusion and arched up, planting his feet. James growled at him, pushing his legs back with his forearm until Matt’s hips were held in the air.

  “Mmmmm, looks so hot, Matty. My fingers fucking you.” James slipped a third finger inside, forcing them up past the second knuckle, just on the edge of too much burn. He slid them out partway, spread wide, pushing past Matt’s prostate with the tip of one finger. Matt sucked in a sharp breath.

  James played a few minutes, fucking him with his fingers until Matt was gasping and whining. He couldn’t move his hips, but convulsively he tightened his abs and flung his arms out, gripping the bed when James pressed on his gland with his fingertips or brushed it with a knuckle. Then he would clench on James’s fingers, making himself even crazier with the feeling of having almost enough.

  James slipped his fingers out and let go of Matt’s legs. Matt spread his thighs, trying to entice those fingers to come back. James gave him one slap on his ass. Matt jumped a little, pre-come welling out of him at the sting. “Get on your stomach, Matty,” James said, lying down next to Matt as he rolled over.

  On his stomach, Matt put his hands back where they were before, next to his head. “I thought you said you were done with foreplay,” he said to James as he felt James move over him again.

  “That wasn’t foreplay, it was preparation.” Matt felt that voice in his chest and vibrating down his spine. James braced his weight over Matt, gripping his hands, his thighs forcing Matt’s legs farther apart. “You ready for me, baby?”

  “Fuck. Yes.” Matt tilted his hips up into James, spreading his legs wider.

  James sucked in a breath. Then he squeezed Matt’s hands—a warning not to move them—and brought one hand down to guide himself into Matt’s ass.

  Matt felt the smooth, blunt head pushing into him and forced himself to relax. He loved this part, where his instinct was to clench, but he had to submit. James pushed until the head of his cock popped through the muscle. He froze a second, and brought his hand back to Matt’s. It felt like it was more for his own benefit, giving him something to grip.

  Slowly he pushed in, pushing a groan out of Matt. “Fuck, ’s good,” Matt panted. That feeling of uncomfortable pleasure sending goose bumps up his spine as James started taking short, slow strokes, pushing father into Matt each time. Opening him up. It burned in the best kind of way, lighting up his nerves as James entered him.

  “God, Matt, so tight.” Matt could hear the clench of James’s teeth.

  Finally, Matt could feel James all the way in, his balls pressing against him, nestling above Matt’s own. He was stretched wide, feeling the burning ache, and that feeling he could only get when he had a cock inside him. Touching some spot deep inside that begged for it. An impossible-to-reach itch. He arched up, bringing his back against James’s chest again, turning his head to kiss him. James nipped his neck, right on the spine.

  “James, go,” Matt panted. James drew out slowly, pulling back so far Matt could feel that thick ridge just at his opening, then suddenly shoving back in, all the way. “Fuuuck.” He moaned, tilting his hips to get more of James. “God, James, please….” And James did it again. That slow drag out, followed by the fast, deep hammering in.

  Matt was sure he’d never been fucked like this. He knew he was babbling, telling James how good it was, how he’d never had it like this, begging for more. James’s rhythm was picking up, unable to keep the kind of control he needed to fuck Matt so precisely. He was pounding Matt deeply, and Matt could feel himself opening for James each time he slammed his prick in. Stretching and rubbing and creating friction everywhere inside him. Lighting up nerves whenever James slid across his gland.

  James levered himself higher over Matt, changing the angle. Hitting his prostate dead on.

  “Oh fuck!” Matt was going to go hoarse at this rate. Each stroke in forced him down to the bed, rubbing his prick against the sheets. He was arching his back so much his hips had to be a foot off the bed every time James pulled back. He could feel his orgasm building, each thrust into his prostate sending shock waves through him, which ricocheted around and crashed into other shock waves, building in intensity.

  Then James leaned down and gripped Matt’s neck in his teeth, biting his spine, and Matt went nova. He could feel goose bumps on his back and the explosion in his balls and the convulsions in his asshole and prick. He was spasming around James’s cock, unable to clamp down all the way because James was inside him, forcing Matt to clench around him. The sheet against his cock was almost painful, and each time James hit his prostate it forced another yell out of Matt. He came in a hot, wet rush up his abdomen, tilting his hips up farther to get more of James, harder. Shooting more every time James shoved into him.

  Before he was done, James was coming in him, waves of heat deep inside, making everything slipperier. James shoved in as far as he could with a cry, and then ground himself in little circles, breathing against Matt’s neck. Falling into Matt’s now-limp body.

  Matt was boneless. He’d never really felt that before. He’d heard it, read it, but never been aware it was actually possible to misplace all one’s bones at once like that. James was lying on top of him, resting his full weight on Matt, hot and heavy and pressing him into the mattress. Panting. Still inside him.

  Matt felt owned. It was fan-fucking-tastic. He smiled to himself. And to James, who he didn’t think was capable of noticing right now, but it was for him just the same. James nuzzled his shoulder blade slightly, scratching his whiskers across Matt’s skin. “Mmmmmmm.”

  “Happy?” James’s voice was still that rough rumble, and he could feel it through his back and chest.

  “Fuck yes.” That had to be the best sex he’d ever had. James nipped him, and then nuzzled more.

  “Good, baby.” Idly, Matt wondered if James was responding to his words or his thoughts. Too much work to ask.

  They lay there in the sun, drowsing for a bit before James finally rolled off Matt, pulling out gently first. Matt hissed at the sensation. James pulled Matt’s limp body into his, turning him on his side and spooning him, Matt’s ass in James’s groin, and James’s lips resting against the back of Matt’s neck. Matt sighed happily. Even being in the wet spot couldn’t ruin it. He wondered if he had teeth marks on the back of his neck. The idea sent an indefinable wave through him, part emotion and part sensation. “Mmmmm.”

  James traced lazy figures on Matt’s chest with his fingertips. “You like it when I dominate you.”

  “That all right?” Matt held his breath.

  “Yeah. Makes me hot. I like to be in control. You always like submitting when you get fucked?” Matt thought about the question, trying to figure out where James was going.

  “Not any guy. Just some. Has to be the right guy.”

  “Mmmmm.” James slowly tensed his muscles. “You like it with Steve?”

  “Steve?” Matt was confused a second. “Steve from high school? He never fucked me.”

  James squeezed him tightly then kissed his neck, a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss. “Good,” he growled.

  Whoa. Growling. That was hot. Matt shifted his hips a little. James snorted. “God, don’t start that. Don’t think I can again for days.”

  Matt would have to see ab
out that. “James, I’m not exactly a prude, but I don’t let many guys fuck me.”

  “You said it’d only been a couple of months,” James said softly. He sounded very alert.

  “I saw Simon for a few months, but we broke it off when he found someone he was serious about. We were more like fuck-buddies. Before him it was more than a year.”

  James squeezed him again. “Like you, Matt,” he murmured into Matt’s neck. “’M serious about you.”

  Matt turned over in James’s arms, throwing a leg over him and rubbing a hand on his back. “Serious about you too, James,” he said against his lips, his heart lifting. Then Matt kissed him, long, slow, and deep.

  JAMES planned to distract himself with sex. He wasn’t going to think about what was happening in his head. If Matt stayed in bed with him, it’d work.

  He just needed to ask Matt. He had his head on Matt’s chest, running his fingers across the smooth skin and defined ridges of Matt’s abs. He slid his leg up Matt’s, feeling the hair lightly abrade the inside of his thigh. Matt suddenly reached down and grabbed James’s leg, stilling him before James could begin nudging Matt’s hip with his dick.

  It was beginning to take an interest in things.

  “James, how did you bring down that bird?”

  “Bird?” James asked stupidly.

  “The SAIA. You brought it down, right?”

  “Oh, that.” James thought about what to say. Reading brain waves was one thing, but fucking up enemy weaponry….

  “You did it with your mind, didn’t you?”

  James cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Yeah.”

  “Sorry, babe. I just thought of it and wanted to know.” James closed his eyes and sighed. Not having to talk about it was a bigger relief than he could have imagined two months ago.

  Matt ran his hand up James’s back, turning into him and scooting down. He brought his cheek to James’s, rasping their stubbly skin together. James had always loved that feeling. Girls had such smooth skin, which was nice in places, but he preferred the rougher touch of a man’s.