by Cameron Dane
Soon Devlin put a bruising hold on Garrick’s hips and angled him for a drive down of his cock that rode right over Garrick’s kill spot with every thrust. With each spearing into his rectum from Devlin’s shaft, Garrick braced himself against the wall and shoved back to steal every inch of Devlin he could.
“Is that good, baby?” Devlin growled the question. He let go of Garrick’s hips for a second, smacked his buttocks again with a couple of sharp stings, and then dove in deep with his dick once again. “You want more?”
“Do it.” Garrick arched his spine inward even more and created a straight shot for Devlin into his hole. “Oh yeah... Ahh shit!” Devlin pulled all the way out and sank back in to the hilt, to Garrick’s cries of delight. Garrick looked over his shoulder and bared his teeth at a glistening Devlin. “Fucking do whatever you want.”
Devlin flashed his teeth like a fighting animal right back; he grabbed Garrick around the torso and shoved him sideways until Garrick was face-down on the couch. Devlin banded his arms around Garrick’s lower belly and came down on top of him, pushing his way in between Garrick’s legs and driving up and deep into Garrick’s flaming entrance. The man’s breath panted in sharp bursts against Garrick’s ear with every knifing of his cock into Garrick’s chute, and Garrick grunted and bumped his ass up for more each time Devlin took ownership of his tender, fluttering channel.
Garrick bucked and jerked under Devlin, his muscles straining as he pushed against the arm of the couch and tried to fuse himself to the man on top of him. His body rejected finding a rhythm in this mating; he just ached for a taking. Devlin kept it rough and out of control too, owning Garrick’s ass in a way that should hurt but instead spurred Garrick on to beg for more.
He reached back and grabbed onto Devlin’s hips, sinking his fingers into the solid flesh. “Fuck me, beautiful.” Garrick pushed the side of his head into the couch cushion and made himself an immovable object for Devlin to penetrate. “Oh Jesus,” he gasped as Devlin plunged deep and up in response, “take me harder.”
Devlin reared up to his knees, using his arms around Garrick’s waist to drag him like a ragdoll upright in front of him. “You feel so incredible,” Devlin said with a moan. He held Garrick to him and kissed him all over his neck, shoulders, and cheek, scraping with his teeth as much as his lips. “A thousand times better than I remember.” Devlin shoved one hand up to Garrick’s chest and the other down to rub his spike-stiff cock. “I can’t stop touching you.”
Garrick reached down and covered Devlin’s hand on his prick. “Don’t want you to.”
Devlin squeezed his fingers around Garrick’s cock with unforgiving pressure and whipped his hand up and down Garrick’s penis in fast drags, making Garrick hiss and jerk and moan.
“It feels too good. Ohh shiitttt...” Garrick moaned as his ass channel squeezed around Devlin’s invasion with each swipe of the man’s hand over his cock, and he jerked his hips back and forth without control, trying to grab for pleasure at both ends. “Fucking make me come.” Garrick dug his fingers into Devlin’s thighs and leaned his head back on his shoulder. Whimpers of base, ugly need married with the erratic thrusts of Garrick’s body. Garrick turned his face into Devlin’s neck, burrowing and searching for a safe place to die. “Please.”
Devlin snatched Garrick’s head out of hiding and fused their foreheads together. The pale blur of his gaze captured Garrick in its hold, keeping him prisoner. Devlin watched Garrick intently as he thrust his hips in miniscule pumps, tormenting Garrick by pushing just the thick head of his cock past Garrick’s stretched, ultrasensitive pucker, and then withdrawing it, only to invade him with that teasing tip again. The pop of Garrick’s ring, again and again with that shallow penetration, was soon joined by Devlin slowly stroking Garrick’s prick and pressing the tips of his fingers into Garrick’s sac, drawing a moan and a tightening of Garrick’s muscles every time Devlin did it. Garrick felt like his entire body hung over a cliff, with only the head of Devlin’s cock in his ass and his hand on Garrick’s dick holding him safe from falling into a bottomless abyss. Garrick kept looking into Devlin’s eyes, though, into a steadiness that never wavered, and his chest clamped so tightly tears sprang into his eyes.
Just as the slugging of emotion walloped Garrick, Devlin plunged his cock into the furthest reaches of Garrick’s ass, fucking ripping a piercing cry right out of Garrick’s soul as Devlin ordered, “Now.”
The man took complete ownership of Garrick’s ass, claimed his mouth with a fierce kiss that went as deep, and Garrick shouted right into Devlin as orgasm slammed through him harder than an avalanche. Garrick’s entire body shook in deep, convulsing waves; release tore up through his rectum, into his spine, and raced through to every corner of his being, touching each nerve ending along the way. It punched Garrick in the gut, yanked his balls halfway into his body, and finally shot out of his cock. Devlin was right there too; he held onto Garrick’s dick, aiming it straight out, as Garrick came. He held Garrick’s body upright as Garrick screamed, his hips jerking with each streaming jet of cum he shot over the arm of the couch and onto the end table. Each spurt stole energy from Garrick’s body but filled his heart to bursting, making Garrick believe he could fucking do anything with this man.
When the last drop of seed dripped onto the couch, and Garrick clearly had nothing more to give, Devlin let go of Garrick’s cock. He tunneled his hand into Garrick’s hair and yanked his head back until they could see each other’s faces again.
Devlin’s gaze swirled with more shades of gray than the foulest sky on a rain-filled day, and his face was stark and full of sharp, hard angles. His voice, all rough edges, cut Garrick up inside as he said, “Say it, Garrick.”
“I love you, beautiful.” Emotion clogged Garrick’s throat but he somehow managed to get out the words he knew Devlin needed to hear. “I’m never running anywhere without you again.”
Devlin’s chest pressed against Garrick’s back. He squeezed his eyes shut and clutched Garrick to his front, holding them connected as he shuddered and came. Wet heat warmed Garrick’s passage, shocking a gasp out of him as he felt the man he loved spill inside him. Devlin opened his eyes as he bucked and shot within Garrick again, filling Garrick with a second wave of cum. Devlin’s features twisted with the pleasure of his release, and he had never looked more beautiful in Garrick’s eyes.
They both stayed still for a dozen heartbeats, kneeling on that couch, with Devlin tucked inside Garrick. As their breathing returned to normal, it synced up, and they fell into a rhythm they’d both so aggressively fought just moments ago.
With his arms still around Garrick, Devlin fell backward onto the couch, and Garrick landed on top of him, his back glued to Devlin’s chest.
“Damn,” Devlin said. He exhaled as he settled himself into the cushions and Garrick into him. “We’ve never done anything like that before.”
Not with this much trust. “Not quite like that.” Garrick turned his head on Devlin’s shoulder and tried to see his face. “You’ve developed a dominant streak in the time we’ve been apart.”
“I don’t know about that.” Devlin rubbed his hands over Garrick’s stomach in soothing circles, and kept his tone low. “Something in me felt like you needed someone to take command of you, so I went with my gut.”
Garrick’s heart started hurting with the best kind of pain. “You have good instincts,” he murmured. “I did need it. Thank you.”
“You were... I don’t know ... all raw inside or something. I could feel it, even if I don’t know how to describe it.” Devlin strained his neck and managed to make eye contact with Garrick. “Do you feel all right now?”
“A little sore.” Garrick’s rectum still pulsed around Devlin’s embedded shaft. “But I think I needed that too.”
“Shit. I’m such an idiot.” Devlin’s mouth drew down at the edges. “Do you want me to pull out?”
Garrick twisted his arm up and rubbed the pale line of Devlin’s lips, easing away the tensio
n. “Want you to? Not a chance.” He already knew he’d be walking a little bit sideways tomorrow, though. “But it’s probably a good idea.”
Devlin rolled them both to the side, and they both gasped as Devlin slowly withdrew his cock from Garrick’s wonderfully abused ass.
Garrick hated to roll the rest of the way off the couch, away from Devlin’s warmth, but he did it anyway. “I’ll get you a washcloth,” he called out as he hobbled to the bathroom.
“Hey!” Devlin’s sharp tone stopped Garrick at the door.
Garrick turned, his heart suddenly in his throat. “Yeah?”
From over the arm of the couch, a big, cheeky smile lit up Devlin’s entire face. “You still have the sweetest ass I’ve ever fucked.”
Flames burned all the way up Garrick’s body. Damn it. His cock tried to stir. There’s no way he’s making me hard again already. “According to you,” Garrick delivered his best eye-roll Devlin’s way before moving to the sink and turning on the water, “I have the only ass you’ve ever fucked.”
Devlin appeared behind him, his nudity stunning in the mirror’s reflection. “True enough.” He slipped his arms around Garrick’s waist and snatched the wet washcloth out of his hand. Their gazes collided in the reflection of the mirror as Devlin rubbed the cloth down Garrick’s belly, inducing a tremor, and cleaned his cock for him. “But there’s no point in looking for sloppy seconds when you’ve already had the best.” He trailed the damp cloth around Garrick’s hip and wiped away lube and cum from his ass. “Right?”
This man had an uncanny way of making Garrick feel as if he was ten feet tall and could walk on water. His heart about as full as it could possibly get, Garrick turned in Devlin’s arms, and linked his hands at the small of Devlin’s back. “Are you trying to remind me why I love you so much, beautiful?”
Devlin pursed his lips and cocked his head to the side. “Maybe just trying to show you how great a boyfriend I can be.” He pecked a fast kiss to Garrick’s lips. “How am I doing?”
Garrick drew Devlin in and pressed his lips to the man’s forehead. He held there, eyes closed, and tried his damnedest not to lose his shit all over again. “You locked in the job the second you didn’t let me push you away.” He breathed and breathed, working like the devil to maintain his cool. “First at the airport all those years ago, and then when I wanted to keep my secrets from you here, and finally just now when you came back on your own and pushed me after I told you I’d call you tonight.” Garrick opened his eyes and looked into the brightness of Devlin’s, knowing something similar existed in his own. “Thank you for fighting for us every time I got scared.”
Devlin nodded, and his Adam’s apple moved visibly. “Thank you for picking me up in that bar when you had to sense I didn’t have any kind of experience with men or sex. Thank you for showing patience and turning a one-night fuck into a whole weekend together, and then for e-mailing me and keeping it going even though you knew you shouldn’t.” He moved his hands up and down Garrick’s arms, as if gently petting a skittish animal. “Thank you for believing in what we had, and for making your way to me when you didn’t have anyone else to trust. I’m going to keep you safe, Garrick Langley.” He rubbed their fronts against one another as that infectious smile of his appeared again. “Just you watch and see.”
“I have no doubts about that.” Garrick buried his hand in Devlin’s hair. He tilted the man’s head back and descended, brushing their lips. “You take them away every time they try to creep in.”
Devlin smiled against the connection of their mouths. “Good. I--”
Bzzz. Bzzz.
“Oh shit.” Garrick untangled himself from Devlin and dove for the clothes strewn about the floor, searching for his pants.
“What the hell is that?” Devlin asked. From the corner of his eye, Garrick could see Devlin wiping his cock clean.
“Doorbell,” Garrick answered as he struggled into his underwear and jeans. “The previous owners of the house rigged it so that it makes a noise up here every time it rings.” He pulled on his T-shirt and ran to the window. “That has to be the window guy.” One look at the logo-emblazoned truck in the driveway confirmed his suspicions. “He’s early.” Garrick shoved open his window and stuck his head halfway outside. “Hello! I’ll be right there!”
A grizzled guy walked to the end of the porch and looked up at Garrick.
“Two minutes!” Garrick lifted a couple of fingers in the man’s direction. “I’m coming.” The guy gave him a thumbs-up and moved out of sight. Garrick turned back to Devlin. “I have to go.”
In the short time it had taken Garrick to gain the attention of the repairman, Devlin had donned all his clothes. He now sat on the couch, tying his sneakers. Garrick’s were sitting neatly on the cushion right next to him, laces untied, and shoes ready to go.
“Thanks.” Garrick took two strides to the couch. Without sitting, he lifted one foot up to the cushion at a time and put them on.
Devlin, fully dressed, folded his hands on his lap. He looked up at Garrick, the edge of his lower lip tucked in between his teeth. “Do you want me to come with you?” he asked, his voice soft.
Oh, baby. Garrick almost crumbled to his knees at the hesitation he heard in Devlin’s voice. No fear. Never again. “Yeah, beautiful. I do.” Garrick stuck out his hand in offering, wiggling it. “You’re part of this too.”
Devlin dipped his head, smiling as he took Garrick’s hand, clasping it into the warmth and strength of his. As it should be.
“Let’s go.” Garrick led Devlin out of the garage apartment, pausing for just a moment to lock the door. “We have work to supervise.”
Hand in hand, Devlin and Garrick loped down the stairs and across the lawn.
Epilogue
Devlin’s world went black as Garrick tied a strip of stained white fabric across his eyes.
“Oooh.”
Devlin spun in surprise as his sister’s voice came at him out of the dark.
“Kinky,” she added.
Devlin started to topple, but hands whipped out and righted him before he tipped over. “Careful, babe,” Garrick said, his warm breath brushing Devlin’s ear. “I don’t want to spend the night at the ER having you treated for a broken limb.”
The scuff of footsteps and the sounds of metal things sliding and clanging--noises Devlin associated with his visits to see Garrick or Maddie at the garage--reached Devlin’s ears. Then he heard Maddie say, “Here are the keys. I’ll be out of your hair in just a few seconds.”
“Thanks, Maddie.” His voice low, Garrick’s rich, deep tone still carried to Devlin where he stood. “I appreciate your letting me do this.”
“No problem.” That was Maddie again. “Maybe one day I’ll care enough about a guy to want to do something special for him too.” A wistful quality filled her voice, and Devlin wanted to shake his stubborn sister.
“You already do,” Devlin reminded her from his position in the dark.
“Shut up.” Maddie’s voice snapped around the room, cracking against the walls like a whip. “I only tolerate Wyn for Aidan and Ethan’s sakes.”
“I didn’t say Wyn.” Devlin flashed a smile. He probably looked like an idiot with half his face covered by a blindfold, but he couldn’t help it. “You did.”
“He’s right, sweetie,” Garrick added. “You’re the one who mentioned him first.”
“You shut up too, G.” In his mind’s eye, Devlin could see his sister whirling on Garrick and getting right up in his face. “Or I will decide I have a lot more work I can do here tonight after all.”
Garrick immediately responded with, “Wyn who?”
“Thank you.” Maddie’s voice sing-songed, and now Devlin could mentally see her with a smile of satisfaction at having made her point.
More scuffing noises echoed in the big garage. Moments later, the lightest wafting scent of peaches and cream tickled Devlin’s nose, and a brush of soft lips caressed his cheek. “Have fun.” That was Maddie again.
She squeezed his hand. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Bye, sis.” Devlin waved in what he assumed was the direction of the exit where his sister headed.
“See you, Maddie,” Garrick called out too.
The click of a door closing and locks turning and sliding into place echoed into Devlin’s ears and then silence filled the air.
But just for a moment. Garrick’s heat suddenly crowded Devlin’s back, and he dipped down to press a kiss into the curve of Devlin’s neck. “Finally. You’re all mine.” He curled his hands under Devlin’s elbows and nudged his cock into Devlin’s ass. “Walk forward with normal steps until I tell you to stop.”
Devlin shuffled forward one cautious step at a time, acutely aware of his balance, even with Garrick guiding him. “You’ve been very mysterious ever since you called me,” Devlin said. Garrick had called him at the firehouse and instructed him to come to the garage as soon as his shift ended.
“It’s a boyfriend’s prerogative. Stop right here.” With Garrick’s hands on Devlin’s arms, Devlin came to a halt when Garrick stopped moving. “Just wait where you are.” Garrick let go of Devlin, and his heat left Devlin’s backside. “Keep the blindfold on until I tell you to remove it.”
“You’re lucky I love you and trust you.” Devlin put his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side, as if he could see whatever the hell Garrick was doing. “Normally I’d demand my lovers keep the blindfold play confined to the bedroom.”
“Oh yeah?” Garrick’s tone was light, and Devlin could feel him flash one of those glances he liked to give from the corner of his eye. “How many more lovers have you had since the last time we talked about it?”
