The Count squealed in surprise and pulled away like a bratty baby. To think that for so long Knight had considered the guy a challenge. “He tried to kill me and I’m not right in the head?”
“It’s like you’re trying to tell me he used to be a good guy. Trust me, I know people, and this scumbag? Not good for anyone. You have the lousiest taste in men,” Knight said and walked up to the broken kitchen cupboard. There was a first aid kit inside, and he took it back to The Count to deal with his injuries.
The Count got up and sat back by the table. “Are you hurt?” he asked, changing the topic. He probably understood himself that there was no way in hell he could defend choosing that ex-convict who literally just tried to strangle him.
“Me?” asked Knight, but now that the question hung in the air he realized there was a sting in his side. He pulled up his long-sleeve to reveal the first dark spots forming along his ribs where The Count’s ex had punched him. “Nothing that’s not gonna heal soon.”
The Count was staring at it, but not with compassion. Knight knew that look all too well. Half-lidded eyes, a delicious flush. He’d noticed The Count’s interest before but was unwilling to acknowledge it since he hadn’t wanted to do anything about it. But with the surprisingly pretty face clean of makeup, Knight could think of a few uses for The Count’s lips.
“Good. I’m sorry I put you in danger,” The Count said absentmindedly, running his fingertips over Knight’s bruises. The long, slim digits were like ice against Knight’s skin, which reacted with heat.
Knight swallowed when the admiration in The Count’s eyes tickled his ego with its warm tongue. “Oh, this? That was nothing. I’ve had worse.”
The Count pulled away his fingers, as if afraid Knight would hit him if he realized he was being drooled over. “You have?” The big dark eyes looked up at Knight with honest admiration.
Knight snorted, rather enjoying himself. “Sure. I’m a King of Hell. We deal with lots of tough shit all the time.”
“I had this feeling in my gut that if you managed to come in time, you’d actually help me.” The Count pulled out some band-aids out of the first aid kit and stuck them over the cuts on his hands.
Knight chewed on his lips, watching the angular fingers work. Would it be exciting to feel their cool touch around his balls? “That’s because I’m a good guy.”
The Count swiped his bangs away with his wrist and smiled. His entire face lit up, becoming something completely different than The Count’s usual pouts and snarls. “That’s why I could never like you.” Lying. And flirting.
Knight cleared his throat and pushed the longish hair away from The Count’s forehead to look into his eyes. “I bet. Since I came to your rescue, can I at least know your name?”
The Count sighed deeply but didn’t take those attentive eyes off Knight. “It’s Elliot. But you’re not allowed to disclose it online.”
Such a normal name for such a freak. Knight found himself grinning. “Nice. I like that one.”
“You’re not named Knight either, right? What’s the nickname stand for?”
Knight laughed. “You should know by now.”
“I wouldn’t have imagined a biker regularly saves people and rescues kittens from trees.” Elliot hid his hands in the sleeves of his hoodie, as if afraid they’d wander.
Knight used to hate his nickname. He’d been mocked for always wanting to stand up for those weaker than him ever since school, but it’s grown on him. He couldn’t escape his nature. “Nah. I’m special like that, Elliot.”
Elliot bit his full lip, and a flush creeped up his neck in the most delicious way, like a drop of blood spreading in a pot of cream. Even the wrecked interior couldn’t stop the tension rising between them. “I used to think you were a total dick when we only interacted online. But you’re all right, you know?” He smiled again and it was the cutest sight.
“And you’re still not entirely normal, but I can take that amount of crazy on board.”
Elliot took a deep breath. “I lied to you though. I can’t pay. Yet. I’ll have some money in two weeks if you can wait. But that should be fine, right? If I ended up dead, I wouldn’t have paid at all.”
Knight licked his lips, surprised by how freely Elliot was speaking about the possibility of his death. Knight hadn’t come here because of the money. He actually completely forgot about that part of the massage, but with sparks flying between him and Elliot, he decided to go along with it. “Maybe we could come up with a different arrangement.”
Elliot must have been oblivious to the possibility of Knight being attracted to him, because his eyes wandered to the trailer behind Knight, the makeup bag, his phone. “Illegal?”
Knight frowned. “No. No, entirely legal,” he said and slowly spread his thighs to expose his crotch.
A light bulb must have finally lit up in Elliot’s brain because his eyes went wider, and he pushed his bangs out of his face again. Knight loved seeing Elliot’s breath become shallower and his pupils widening as if he’d just snorted coke. “As a… like a revenge thing, or because you want my lips on your dick?” he whispered hoarsely.
Knight could barely swallow from the tension that had built up in his body unnoticed. “Your lips on my dick.”
Elliot stared at him, hypnotized, but then he slid down to his knees, keeping his hand steady on Knight’s thigh. He kneeled right there, among the broken glass and vinegar, and without another word, he kissed the bulge already growing in Knight’s jeans.
Knight couldn’t keep in the deep groan that escaped his lips. He leaned forward and moved his fingers through the damp, sour-scented hair before tugging on the belt that was still around Elliot’s neck. “Let’s take that off. Don’t want you on a leash, although I admit it’s pleasant to see The Count on his knees for me.”
The helpless expression on Elliot’s face pushed all of Knight’s buttons.
“You’re so hot,” Elliot whined and buried his face in Knight’s crotch, as if he wanted to cuddle up his smooth cheek to Knight’s dick.
The words, spoken in Elliot’s surprisingly warm voice trickled down Knight’s body like heated maple syrup. He groaned and rubbed the back of Elliot’s head with his fingertips, watching his clean, pale face rub against his bulge. Which was growing so fast Knight was getting lightheaded.
Elliot’s greedy fingers were already unbuckling Knight’s belt, but Knight’s eyes went a bit wider when Elliot licked along the zipper with hunger painted all over his face. Knight knew the guy was obsessive over Fane, but now all his attention seemed to be focused on Knight and Knight only.
Knight exhaled and rocked his hips forward while keeping Elliot’s head close. The touch wasn’t enough, but rubbing through two layers of fabric had his skin burning already. “Aren’t you a slut.”
Elliot swallowed audibly and looked up with eyes so unfocused they looked like two pots of molasses. His fingers worked like magic, unzipping Knight’s jeans and pulling on them already. “It’s been a while,” he whispered, his pale cheeks now red and his lips trembling as if he couldn’t wait for dick.
“Yeah? But you like cock, right? You’ll like mine,” Knight whispered and pushed down his jeans until they pooled around his ankles along with his underwear. The cool air was a shock to his skin, but he spat on his hand and pumped his cock gently, watching Elliot’s reaction.
And he got exactly what he wanted. The glazed-over eyes, the wanton look full of both lust and admiration followed the movement of his fingers and made Knight’s dick grow. Elliot’s breath was coming in fast, shallow gusts.
“I will. I do.” Elliot leaned forward and sucked on one of Knight’s balls, still watching the cock in Knight’s hand.
Knight groaned as the warm, smooth mouth eagerly took him in, creating a vacuum around one of the most sensitive spots on his body. He grasped some of Elliot’s hair and slowly jerked off, their eyes meeting just above the stiff cock that was waiting to replace Knight’s balls between Elliot’s lips. �
��That’s it. I saved you. I deserve your attention.”
Elliot nodded frantically, playing with his tongue over the sensitive skin of Knight’s sac. Heaven. Pure fucking heaven in this deteriorating trailer. Elliot’s fingers were still cool but slowly heated up as they ran up and down Knight’s thighs. “I want to swallow,” he said as if there was need to ask for permission. He coughed and licked his damp lips before touching them to Knight’s cockhead with a pleading expression.
Knight roughly pulled back Elliot’s head, yanked down the black turtleneck, and nipped at his exposed throat, tasting salt, and vinegar, and even a distant aftertaste of leather. “Yes. I want you to drink it all up. And if I cum too much for you to handle, I’m gonna feed it to you with my dick,” he rasped, pulling on the pale skin with his teeth.
Elliot whimpered and curled his fingers over Knight’s thighs. The fact that he seemed to have no clue what a dirty little sexpot he was turned Knight on even more.
“I can handle it.” Elliot leaned forward to take the head into his hot, hungry mouth, but Knight kept him up, ferociously sucking on the unprotected flesh of Elliot’s neck. Blindly, he grabbed one of Elliot’s hands and made it curl around his cock before directing it up and down the length.
“Show me some skill, and I might consider fucking your hole again.”
Elliot’s nose twitched, and he nodded as if he couldn’t imagine anything more appealing. His fingers were heating up fast, and they were so distinctly long and slim they felt completely different on Knight’s cock than his own or anyone else’s.
Elliot’s Adam’s apple bobbed under Knight’s lips, and it didn’t even matter that Knight generally preferred women over men. The sense of absolute devotion he was getting from Elliot was a huge turn-on, and he was willing to drink up all of it. Knight knew he was the kind of guy who easily made people’s knees weak, but Elliot was his enemy and still turned into goo within minutes.
He leaned back to briefly glance into Elliot’s unfocused eyes and licked his temple before releasing the hair, teased by the salty taste of sweat on his tongue. “Go on. Wow me.”
Elliot mewled like a kitten, but as soon as Knight let go, he all but climbed up Knight’s thighs and downed Knight’s whole dick in one go. The sensation of the tight, hot throat around his cockhead was so unexpected Knight almost came on the spot. And Elliot wasn’t backing off either. Barely gagging, he massaged the base of Knight’s cock with his soft lips, and let his tongue caress the underside, sliding all the way to Knight’s balls.
Knight leaned back, fighting the urge to close his eyes, because the view was simply too magnificent to pass on. Elliot knew exactly how to make a man’s knees tremble, and Knight rewarded him by petting his neck and gently pushing him lower. “You’re one experienced cocksucker, I give you that much.”
Elliot couldn’t answer with a cock buried so deep inside his throat, but the groan that made Knight’s dick rock hard sounded appreciative. Every time Elliot lowered his head to accept the entire length of Knight’s cock he let the head pass into that gloriously tight throat, providing the kind of friction that made angels weep. Knight’s balls tightened, but they were soon taken care of too, with Elliot’s skilful fingers providing all the attention needed. With every move of his head up and down, more saliva slicked Knight’s cock making the experience even better.
“Do you hook up with people as The Count sometimes? In your stockings and breeches?” Knight whispered, rocking his hips against Elliot, hot as an engine after a whole day’s drive. Elliot’s hair was baby-soft, and he kept stroking and twisting it between his fingers. The novelty of rediscovering his Internet nemesis as a sexy man with close to no gag reflex was already sending Knight’s senses skyrocketing toward pleasure.
Knight chuckled hoarsely when Elliot shook his head with his mouth still kissing Knight’s pubes. Of course he didn’t. The Count was an untouchable prick with his head up high. Elliot on the other hand was so human, and so deliciously eager to please, Knight loved knowing that in a way he was in fact fucking them both.
When Elliot glanced up at him with those big, needy eyes it was hard to imagine a prettier picture. Flushed, lips stretched over a dick, and eyes watering from the few times he’d overestimated his abilities.
Knight regretted not getting Elliot to take off that turtleneck. He wanted to see more of him, but that would happen in due time. Now he had no capacity to think about anything else than that hot, deliciously slick mouth and the two coals Elliot had for eyes. Lust cascaded down Knight’s back, and he pulled Elliot up by the hair, grabbing his own cock and jerking it off furiously with the purple head remaining on that luscious tongue.
“Fuck. Maybe you don’t deserve to get any of my cum after all.”
The genuine fear and pleading in Elliot’s gaze was all he needed to know. Elliot wouldn’t move his head and inch and mewled around Knight’s cock as if all he’d ever dreamed of was to drink Knight’s juices. Frantic with pleasure, he rocked his hips against air, but rather than try to jerk off, Elliot pushed his hands under Knight’s top.
The sensation of the cool palms rubbing against Knight’s sensitive skin combined with the teasing licks at his cockhead, and all of a sudden he was coming, spurting thick cum straight between those waiting lips.
Elliot watched Knight intensely and groaned as he swallowed spurt after spurt. His cheeks hollowed over Knight’s cock as Elliot got bolder with the way he explored Knight’s stomach, indulging Knight with caresses and admiration.
Still panting, Knight watched Elliot’s Adam’s apple bob. He barely believed it when he emptied his balls completely and Elliot actually tried to coax some more cum out of his cock. Knight pulled on his fine hair and made Elliot’s head rest against his knee. He looked so hot in his excitement, with a dark flush giving life to the pale, somewhat sunken face. “Good boy.”
Elliot kissed Knight’s knee with a little moan and quickly pulled down his own jeans just enough for his erection to pop out. He didn’t even need to unzip his pants, they slid right off. “You taste so good,” he panted and started to shamelessly jerk off at Knight’s feet. When he sucked on Knight’s knee, teasing its curve with his tongue, Knight’s balls tightened despite being painfully empty.
Knight gasped and pulled Elliot closer, so that his face rested against Knight’s spent cock and balls. “I bet you wanna smell my junk when you come.” He’d never imagined a stuck up prick like The Count to be so wild in sex. Then again, he hadn’t envisioned him to be quite so pretty under the makeup either.
Elliot looked up, his pupils wide as if he were on drugs, and he rubbed his cheek against Knight’s cock, only moving his hand faster. Knight wasn’t even sure what it was that was going on between them, but he fucking loved it. Elliot’s slim fist pumped his long, slightly curved cock for less than a minute until he came, adding to the mess on the floor.
His face contorted in pleasure, eyelids fluttering, lips open in a way that begged for touch.
Knight had no idea what he was stepping into with this guy, but he still pushed his thumb into Elliot’s mouth and mindlessly caressed the silky tongue that had given him so much pleasure. “That was fucking hot.”
Elliot’s smile around the thumb was wider than ever before, and he even sucked on the digit for a moment before pulling his face away. He looked nothing like a guy who’d almost got strangled by his ex half an hour ago. His expression was pure bliss, and he closed his eyes, catching his breath.
“The least I could do, right?”
Knight stroked the sweaty hair at Elliot’s nape, relaxing in the uncomfortable seat and once more scanning the old, rusty trailer. Now that his body was cooling down, the biting temperature was becoming more of an issue. “Is it always so cold in here?”
Elliot pulled up his jeans slowly, as if his muscles had been depleted of the last resources they had. “I think it’s pretty warm.”
“Do you actually have any heating? Winter can come any moment now.”
Elliot groaned and rolled his bruised forehead over Knight’s thigh. “It’s fine. I’ve got a radiator. I just need to get it fixed.”
“Yeah? I’m an electrician. Maybe I could have a look at it,” Knight said, lazily pulling up his pants when his ass and dick were getting far too cool for his taste.
Elliot’s lips parted, and he got up as well, leaning against the table. The way he rubbed his lips with his thumb, only to suck on it as if he didn’t want to lose any of Knight’s cum was one of the most erotic things Knight had ever seen. Elliot didn’t even seem to be doing it on purpose.
“Seriously? What don’t you do?”
Knight laughed and ruffled Elliot’s hair before getting up. That was it for the fucking. “Where’s the radiator?”
Elliot groaned and pointed to the corner while tidying his hair back into the style that obscured his face.
Knight suspected he’d need some spare parts to repair the heater, but it turned out to be an issue so basic he didn’t need anything but the few tools Elliot owned. Within fifteen minutes, the radiator was back up and running.
Elliot stared at it in amazement, his face still pleasantly flushed. “That’s winter figured out then.”
Knight sighed and looked at the mess he’d made thrashing around with Elliot’s ex. The whole interior was in a very poor state, and even though he could spot signs of work that could never make the trailer fully livable until some insulation was in place.
And on top of that, the ex could return. Those kinds of psychos were unpredictable, and when Knight looked at Elliot, smiling with sweet gratitude and so thin, with only a few food items around, he didn’t feel comfortable leaving him to rot here.
“Nah. You’re coming with me.”
Elliot’s face went slack, and he stared. “Where?”
Knight made a broad gesture. “You can’t continue living in this dump. You’re gonna freeze your cock off once it snows.”
Elliot pouted and crossed his arms. “It’s fine, I just need to insulate the windows. And you’ve fixed the radiator. I get paid in two weeks.”
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