by Trina Solet
"I don't give a crap," Nando lied though the facts of the case were on record.
"So that's not the reason you came by my house. Where you've never been before. Want to meet my mom?" Finn baited him.
"Hell, no." Nando looked horrified.
"Want to mess around?"
The answer was silence, but Nando's eyes were already darting around, looking for the right makeout spot.
The big bushes all over the yard gave them plenty of places to hide. Nando picked a spot where he could push Finn up against the wall while flowering shrubs hid them from sight on all sides. He tugged at Finn's clothes until he found his way under his shirt and down the back of his pants. Nando stroked his hole with his fingertip while grinding into him and staring at him like he owned him and wanted Finn to know it.
Chapter 13
On arriving back at the motel room and seeing the bed, Blake was reminded of the kiss that morning. He could still feel how Reese's thighs fit around him, the pressure of his hand on his chest, how his hand closed, grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt as Reese's tongue thrust inside his mouth. It seemed like a long time ago but also like it just happened. A part of him wanted to believe that they might get back to it any second as if they had just paused for breath before plunging in again.
Blake glanced over at Reese. He was looking for any sign that Reese might want to continue what they started, but he seemed very casual. His relaxed attitude was nothing like the tension and yearning that Blake was suffering and trying to hide. Disappointed, he looked away. He wanted to see his own feelings bouncing back, reflected and shared even if he knew he had no right to that.
The kiss that morning had been both painful and sweet, and Blake craved it again. He wanted to feel and taste Reese's mouth and every other part of him. Knowing he was asking for something he didn't deserve, Blake wanted it anyway. But he didn't want to jump him so soon, even if Reese did light the fuse. Blake just couldn't be sure what Reese kissing him was all about. For now, he had to tread carefully, follow Reese's lead and not screw things up by being a total horndog when Reese didn't seem interested.
At the moment, Reese was looking around the motel room as if he was taking a measure of the small amount of space and the scuffed, bolted down furniture.
"Your brother and sister are cute. They actually look good in those matching private school blazers," Reese said without turning to look at Reese. He was peering closely at a print on the wall of a yellow wheat field under a purple sky.
Blake remembered seeing kids wearing those uniforms and being glad he got to wear regular clothes to school. "We used to make fun of those kids," he reminded Reese. Then he had to add, "And I always thought how narrowly I escaped being one of them."
"But you like playing big brother to the twins." Reese turned around to face him. Leaning on the wall next to that picture, he seemed amused by Blake in the big brother role.
"What choice do I have? They won't leave me alone," Blake told him, hiding how much meeting them and spending time with them meant to him.
"It's the only way to get to you," Reese said.
"Maybe that's why I like them. They remind me of someone," Blake said while staring at Reese meaningfully.
Reese smiled but there was something wicked behind his eyes. "We asked Finn about his experience. What about you?" he said.
Blake was a little startled by the question. He felt like that was one more thing for which he had to ask Reese to forgive him.
"I might have tried to forget you by picking up a guy or two. Didn't work." Blake realized that being with anyone else was worse than useless. It was wrong. There was only Reese for him. No other man could so much as quiet his need much less satisfy it. "As far as I'm concerned, you're the only man in the world. I just wish I'd known it sooner."
Reese looked off to the side. Blake couldn't read his expression, and he worried that he had said too much.
Then Reese spoke in a quiet voice. "I've been with more men than I want to remember. While I was out there servicing other guys, I was obsessing over you – where you were, what you were doing, if maybe I could be with you one day. But you were pretty clear you wanted nothing to do with me." Now Reese stared at him hard.
Blake felt that look like a blow. "I was so afraid of hurting you. I was confused, and what you did confused me even more. I felt I was under attack from all sides," Blake said. He remembered a tight feeling and a sense of danger and fear. He couldn't admit to himself that either he or Reese were gay. Not being able to admit his true feelings, didn't mean he didn't feel them. He felt too much even. Love, fear and even jealousy were at war inside him. "I saw you go off to hook up with Doug Neumar, so I thought you were after anyone, that you just wanted to get off, and I was nothing more than the nearest dick."
"Neumar?" Reese said like he could barely be bothered to remember him. "I was with him because I was mad at you, and I knew you hated him. You hurt me. I figured why the hell not let Neumar have a go at me. He'd been after me for months."
Blake remembered seeing Doug eyeing Reese, standing too close to him. Every time he saw Neumar breathing down his neck, Blake wanted to kick his ass. And that still didn't give him a clue about how he really felt about Reese.
"So I pushed you into it?" Blake said. He knew he had no right to be jealous, but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to think of Reese with anyone else, and he had nightmares about him with Neumar.
Reese gave him a wry look then grudgingly admitted, "He couldn't get anything off me. I was too pissed at you. After he gave me a ride into town, I ditched him." He obviously didn't think that Blake deserved to be reassured about that. "It doesn't matter now, but I should have said something, told you how I felt instead of trying to get into your pants like my life depended on it. I got carried away. I was high and horny, and I wanted you more than anything. Just like I do now," Reese said as if it was the most natural thing to speak your mind like that.
Blake was a little stunned to hear him say it. "I figured I'd have to crawl back to you on my hands and knees."
"Just knees," Reese said in a husky whisper, and Blake dropped to his knees like he had been commanded.
Taking a step closer, Reese reached out to him and touched his face. It started with just his knuckles grazing Blake's cheekbone. Going around his jaw, Reese's hand pushed his face up then caressed the other side, catching on Blake's stubble. That light touch was a really good way to drive him crazy. Blake shuddered inwardly. He needed so much more.
"I want you more than anything. More than I want to breathe," Blake told him.
"You want me so much but you haven't made a move on me?" Reese said, looking down at him where he still kneeled.
"You noticed. That's because I have to prove myself to you – that I'm a good guy, that you can trust me and count on me." Blake knew it was a tall order after he failed him so badly.
"You do," Reese confirmed. "I've been without you for too long. Right now I don't need proof. I need you."
"Me too, but I want you to know how much you mean to me," Blake told him.
Reese leaned down. He stopped with his mouth so close to Blake's, like he was daring him to go for it. But when Blake looked up from his enticing, slightly parted mouth to his eyes, he saw that Reese's eyes were closed. Blake was afraid to breathe until Reese finally moved and made contact. It was nothing like the kiss that morning. This time his lips were feathery, hesitant like he was afraid that what happened years ago would happen again. Even so, the light touch of Reese's mouth carried such power.
Blake was blind to everything as electricity burst through him. A white-hot current ran down his spine when Reese's mouth glided over his too softly. As Reese pressed in, the shape of his lips was imprinted on Blake's. Blake memorized the curve, the lush, silky feel of them.
He didn't move. He didn't dare to disturb this perfect moment. It was like a man dying of thirst letting water touch his lips but not drinking. Breaking the tension, Reese's tongue licked Blake's lo
wer lip. He opened his mouth to pull Reese in for a deeper kiss. Reese wouldn't let him.
Drawing back whenever Blake grew too hungry for him, he kept the kiss in constant slow motion, only letting Blake touch the surface of what it could be, how hot it could be between them. While Reese played him and tortured him gently, Blake couldn't get enough of him. The sliding of Reese's lips and tongue were like a drug. Sucking on the tip of his tongue, Blake felt like his heart would burst. The need inside him just kept building and building like it was limitless.
Suddenly Blake felt Reese take hold of the back of his head and kiss him deeper. His tongue swiped over Blake's, flicked and twirled. Just as suddenly Reese let go and stood straight, panting.
"Suck me off. I need you," he said breathing hard.
Blake didn't say anything. He just pulled Reese closer. Feeling his leg muscles lean and hard under his hands, Blake looked up at Reese. His eyes were hooded, needy. Blake knew he must look something like that too, as if kissing had made him drunk on Reese. But Reese looked more in control than Blake felt. He was wild for Reese, ready to devour him.
Kneeling in front of him, Blake ran his hands up the back of his legs and over his ass. Wrapped around Reese's body, he just held on and looked up at him, worshiping him, wanting him. He heard Reese call his name, and he hurriedly unbuttoned his fly, overcome with the need to satisfy him.
His whole being yearned to make Reese feel good, but he didn't want to rush. At first he didn't take hold of Reese's cock, just stared. Freed from his jeans, his cock was long, hard and beautiful. Blake let it brush against his cheek, feeling its heat and steely hardness. He turned his head so the shaft would glide over his lips and then opened his mouth to take it inside.
Letting the cock slide deep into his mouth, he pushed his hand up under Reese's t-shirt. Blake watched his eyelids flutter as his head fell back. His fingers raked Blake's arms. As he moaned, the sound shook his chest. Under his outstretched hand, Blake could feel every sigh, every breath and every heartbeat. He loved all the signs that Reese wanted him.
While Blake sucked, he was euphoric from taking Reese inside him. The taste and feel of his cock rushed through him, taking over his whole body. But he couldn't lose himself to that feeling. He needed to please Reese. His moans told Blake he was doing just that. Reese swayed but Blake held him steady.
Reese's fingers tangled in his hair as he panted. When Blake picked up the pace, Reese looked down at him. His eyes gained a terrible focus. Blake felt as if he existed only in his gaze. Reese caressed his face as Blake moved over his cock and groped his ass. Reese's eyes were locked on his, burning into him.
Then Reese stiffened and came with a wordless cry. Caught by surprise, Blake struggled to swallow. The sight of Reese coming was a gift, a blessing he didn't deserve. His muscles relaxing with one final shudder, Reese sighed Blake's name as he came down. Blake licked up every last drop of his come.
Still breathing hard, Reese cupped his jaw and brought Blake's face up for a kiss. Then he dropped to his knees in front of Blake. As they kneeled together, Reese was so bright eyed and beautiful, Blake had to kiss him again. He plunged deep, dying to be one with him.
Blake wanted to keep kissing him forever, but Reese had other plans. He pulled back.
"Sit on the bed," he told him.
Blake obeyed, and Reese came over to kneel between his legs.
"I've been dreaming about this," he said to Blake in a breathy whisper as his hands got busy undoing Blake's fly.
Reese's own jeans were still open, revealing his cock already starting to get hard again. Finding it irresistible, Blake reached for it, but Reese swatted his hand away.
"You will not distract me," Reese warned him.
Blake smiled and Reese smiled at him too. Just as Blake almost said I love you, Reese took hold of his cock. Blake was speechless. All he knew was the warmth of Reese's skin and the pressure of his grip. His whole being was in the palm of Reese's hand.
Blake moaned and Reese looked up at him. He leaned down until his mouth was close to the tip but not touching it. His tongue flicked out and played over the slit. Blake grunted. Licking his lower lip, Reese held on to the base of Blake's cock. He lapped at his balls then slowly worked his way to the head while maintaining eye contact. He kept that up for a while driving Blake crazy by running his wet, teasing tongue over his cock. Finally, with a rapturous expression, Reese took the head in his mouth and sucked on it.
Blake willed himself not to come. He was both relieved and disappointed when Reese eased off, but not for long. He let Blake's cock slide inch by inch between his lips. Reese's wonderful mouth moved over him slowly. Like that kiss, the feeling Reese gave him was exquisite and excruciating. The contact was there but not the pressure or the speed he needed to come. Blake didn't move or rush him even as he ached for release.
In a way Blake was happy to wait, to be inside Reese's hot mouth forever. He felt an intense connection to Reese as he looked up at him with a promise to make him suffer before he let him come.
In a daze of pleasure and need, Blake felt like the torturous blowjob would never end. Pleasure built inside him until it was unbearable, and he was calling Reese's name in a hoarse, begging voice. He would never get to come. Reese would just keep him on the knife's edge of coming forever and make him love it.
Then Reese sped up. He sucked a little harder and a little faster at each pull. Soon he was working his cock furiously with muscles knotted just as Blake's were. His whole body was stiff with the need to come. He wanted to warn Reese he was coming, but only a strangled cry escaped him. His head thrown back, Blake yelled out like a creature in pain.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw Reese giving him a look of satisfaction and ownership and licking up the last of his come. That look clearly said now you're mine. Blake didn't think he could tear his eyes away from Reese, but he dropped back on the bed anyway. He was boneless and spent. That wasn't a blowjob. That was unreal.
Breathing hard, he felt Reese crawl over him. His hard cock brushed Blake's thigh. He reached for it and this time Reese let him. He lay on the bed, and Blake sucked him off again. He could do it over and over again forever. Gritting his teeth and rising off the bed, Reese was ready to come. Arching to thrust deep inside Blake, Reese came with a long moan. He collapsed on the bed, and Blake slumped over his legs.
"Hey," Reese said to get his attention. Then he opened his arms, inviting Blake into his embrace. Blake settled himself against him. He was so unbelievably happy. As he started to doze off, he listened to a voice inside him that begged him to make it last, make this feeling last.
Hours later, Blake was only half asleep when he felt Reese shudder then tense in his arms. He made desperate sounds of fear and pain. His cries were guttural and alien to Blake like Reese's true voice was trapped in his chest along with his breath.
"Breathe," Blake begged him while Reese struggled and fought him. His hands clawed and beat at Blake as he held him and said his name, trying to call him back to reality.
Reese wore a faraway, glassy look in his eyes. He seemed too far to reach, and Blake squeezed him tighter to bring him back. Reese felt tense as steel in his arms, but also breakable. Still, Blake would rather crush him in his embrace than lose him.
When he felt Reese start to relax and breathe normally, Blake loosened his hold on him. He looked at him and saw him smile.
"Are you OK?" he asked, surprised.
"It's all good as long as you're here," Reese told him.
This time he didn't just seem tranquil as he gazed at Blake like after the last nightmare. There was a light in his eyes. Blake leaned down and kissed him gently. He gave Reese small kisses until he felt him start to fall asleep.
At first, Blake was afraid to take a breath or move until he was sure Reese was sound asleep. Such a terrible nightmare, and he was sleeping so peacefully now. His strength made Blake want to laugh and cry. Reese shouldn't have to be so strong, but he was. In the face of eve
rything he had to live through, he had ten times the courage Blake did.
Not his father beating him, or anything that had happened to him since then, had put out the fire inside him that Blake had seen when he first met him. It had scared Blake then, but now it amazed him and made him love Reese even more. From now on, he wanted Reese to know only love. He wanted to shield and protect him.
Late into the morning, Blake couldn't resist the temptation of Reese pressed against him. His warm body was relaxed in sleep while Blake lay there hot, tense and hard as a rock. Moving his hands over him, Blake tried to wake him gently. Reese murmured something incomprehensible, and shoved Blake away, determined to stay asleep.
Blake groaned as he left him alone and started to get out of bed. But suddenly Reese was on him, demanding to know where he thought he was going. Groping and kissing him, Reese grabbed hold of Blake's hard cock still trapped in his boxers.
"So you're awake," Blake said as Reese shoved him down on the bed.
He moved down Blake's body, pushing up the t-shirt he slept in and kissing his way to his cock. Blake trailed his hands over Reese's shoulders up to his neck, needing to feel him and to hold on and anchor himself. Looking up at him, Reese sucked with a sure, steady movement like he wanted to drain him dry in record time.
Once he got what he was after, Reese untangled himself from Blake roughly and stalked into the bathroom. As he went, he let his already unbuttoned jeans drop off his hips along with his boxers. Blake groaned and watched his ass as he went.
*
Reese looked at himself in the bathroom mirror as if he was looking for some mark last night might have left on him. There was that smile that sneaked onto his face until Reese chased it away with a stern glare. His head was full of Blake, of every moment of being with him. But that wasn't all.
