In the Ruins (Metahuman Files Book 2)

by Hailey Turner

  Jamie stroked Kyle’s cock a little faster, working him over with firm fingers until he felt Kyle’s hips stutter against his body, grinding down off-rhythm as his cock jerked in Jamie’s hand. Kyle came with a cry, cum spurting out of his cock and over his chest in thick strands as Jamie stroked him relentlessly through it. Kyle tried to catch his breath, eyes closed, head tipped back, so all Jamie could really see was the arch of his throat and the jut of his collarbones, the hollows between them glistening with sweat.

  “You’re still hard,” Kyle said after a moment, weakly clenching around Jamie’s cock, as if that would be enough to get him off.

  Jamie let go of Kyle’s softening cock in favor of grabbing at Kyle’s hips with messy fingers. He dug his fingers into sweaty skin, hard enough that Kyle twitched against the pressure. “You should probably work on that.”

  Kyle lifted his head and licked his lips. He pushed himself off Jamie’s thighs until he was sitting up again. His softening cock hung a little limply between his legs, cum drying on his chest. Jamie bent his legs a little more to get better leverage before he pulled Kyle up off his cock with ease and then dragged him back down with a hard yank. There was no gentleness in his hands, just power as he moved Kyle on his cock while thrusting up into him with enough force to make Kyle cry out. His hands slipped over Jamie’s chest, trying to get any bit of purchase as Jamie thrust into him in search of his own orgasm.

  It rolled through Jamie like a wave when it finally happened, release so sweet it washed away the last shreds of anger clinging to him. He stilled beneath Kyle when it was over, breathing fast, hands gentle against the bruises he’d painted around Kyle’s hips. Kyle collapsed against him, his entire body quivering. Jamie ran his hands up Kyle’s back in a soothing manner.

  “Think you needed that,” Kyle muttered once he got his breath back.

  Jamie huffed out a quiet laugh, curling up to press a kiss to the top of Kyle’s head. “Yeah.”

  Kyle pushed himself up with a sigh, rising up further than he had while riding Jamie, letting his softening cock slip out. He sprawled out on his side next to Jamie on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow. Jamie stretched out his legs and turned his head to look at Kyle. They were both a mess, and one of them would have to find something to clean themselves up with soon, but for right now, the closeness was what Jamie wanted.

  “You know, you could’ve avoided that scene downstairs if you took Liam up on his offer,” Kyle said.

  “There was no avoiding that confrontation downstairs.” Jamie licked his lips. “You overheard us.”

  Kyle didn’t look at Jamie, his attention tracking the random path his hand took as he idly traced his fingers over Jamie’s chest. “I did.”

  Jamie thought carefully about how to respond to that. They’d voiced the desire of bringing a third partner into their bed just to try it, usually during sex, the idea of it something they wanted in the heat of the moment—or thought they did. Dirty talk was all well and good, but it was just that, Jamie realized in the wake of a lost chance.

  It was only talk.

  Jamie curled his fingers over Kyle’s chin, tilting his head up. Kyle’s eyes met his and Jamie didn’t quite know what to make of the frank openness in his gaze.

  “Would you have wanted to?” Jamie asked.

  Kyle flattened his hand against Jamie’s chest, right over his heart, and the touch was impossible to ignore. “I think it could’ve been fun, because he’s your friend.”

  Jamie pressed his thumb to Kyle’s plush bottom lip, gently tugging at it. “He is, but Liam isn’t who I want in my bed.”

  “You used to have sex with him.”

  “We had sex with other people in the same bed,” Jamie corrected.

  “Semantics,” Kyle drawled.

  Jamie rolled his eyes, letting his hand fall away from Kyle’s mouth. He reached down to curl it over Kyle’s thigh, fingers tucked beneath the crook of his knee. “Liam didn’t even ask.”

  “I wouldn’t have minded if he had. If you were there, I would’ve been okay with it.”

  It was said simply, honestly, the look in Kyle’s green eyes nothing but the truth. Jamie could only respond with the same honesty, the confession leaving him lighter in its aftermath. “I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

  Kyle’s breath sharpened on the inhale, eyes widening a fraction. Kyle didn’t say anything, not at first. Jamie tried to ignore the voice in the back of his mind telling him he’d made a mistake, that this revelation was a secret told too soon, that for all the ways they were perfect for each other in bed and in the field, maybe he was seeing something that wasn’t there. What he felt for Kyle was unlike anything he’d felt for anyone else in his entire life, and it had come crashing into his heart sooner than he thought possible.

  He hoped Kyle felt something similar, even if Jamie had yet to ask. There’d been that night a month after they first met, after the clusterfuck of Everly’s betrayal, where Jamie had thought he’d understood Kyle’s quiet, sleepy confession he wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear.

  That had stuck with Jamie, for weeks, for months after, making it hard to breathe some nights when he woke up with Kyle sleeping beside him, everything he’d ever wanted, and not wanting to let him go.

  “Then don’t,” Kyle finally murmured. “You can keep me as yours and I’d be okay with that, too.”

  Jamie didn’t know what to say to that, so he said nothing. Only kissed Kyle, slow and sweet, chasing the sound of Kyle’s breath with everything he had. Kyle’s lips parted against his, letting him in with a willingness that was always there, every time they touched. Jamie groaned into the kiss, rolling them over until he had Kyle underneath him, right where Jamie wanted him. Kyle wrapped his arms around Jamie’s neck to keep him there, the two of them kissing and kissing until Jamie’s lips actually started to sting.

  He pulled back, only to kiss his way over Kyle’s jaw to suck at the pulse beating in his throat. Kyle wrapped one leg over Jamie’s hip, holding him down with a wiry strength Jamie could get free of if he wanted to, but he didn’t. Jamie could feel his arousal growing from the spark he’d left it at into something warmer, deeper, cock already twitching at the thought of getting off again. At getting Kyle off in a way they hadn’t tried yet, but just the thought of it had Jamie’s cock twitching hard.

  “Need to get something,” Jamie said.

  “I’m sorry, am I not enough for you?” Kyle asked archly.

  Jamie swatted him on his hip. “You already know I can never get enough of you.”

  He got off the bed and went into the closet, digging through his things for the discreet black case he’d packed and which Kyle had deposited on one of the closet shelves while unpacking. Jamie flipped it open and pulled out what he wanted, along with another bottle of lube. When he returned to the bedroom, he wasn’t at all surprised to see Kyle had made himself comfortable amongst the remaining pillows on the bed, idly scratching at the dried cum sticking to his chest. Jamie would’ve scrounged up a washcloth to clean them both up a little, but it would’ve been a waste of time. He had plans to get them both good and messy all over again.

  “That’s not usually your first choice,” Kyle said, nodding at the dildo Jamie carried.

  The dildo in his hand was soft and flexible, with a flared base, longer than Jamie’s cock, but not quite as thick. He set it on the bed within easy reach and crawled in between Kyle’s legs, rubbing his fingers at the mess of cum and lube leaking out of Kyle’s hole. Jamie slipped a finger into him, testing his resistance, unsurprised to find him tight all over again.

  “I want to try something,” Jamie said.

  “Okay.”

  “You don’t even know what I want to do with you.”

  Kyle stretched beneath him, body flexing as he arched upward. The look in his eyes was teasing and hot, wanton almost in the unselfconscious desire there. “I don’t need to because you always make it good for me.”

  Jamie breathed
out sharply, seeking out Kyle’s prostate to rub his finger over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “That so?”

  Kyle pointedly nudged his knee against Jamie’s ribs. “I don’t know why you’re even asking. You know how I feel about you.”

  Jamie’s finger stilled, eyes flicking up to Kyle’s face. “Do I?”

  The focus that came into Kyle’s eyes right then was startling in its suddenness, the challenging strength of his attention almost enough to make Jamie look away. He wondered what Kyle saw when the other man looked at him like that, wondered what it was Kyle could see in him with his sniper’s eyes.

  “Sometimes I think about how we probably wouldn’t be together if we didn’t have the jobs we do, first night notwithstanding,” Kyle said, the words coming out carefully so as not to wound, but they still made Jamie flinch. “We don’t run in the same social circles, so I can’t see how we would’ve ever met outside the military. And someone like you normally doesn’t go into the military. But when you look at me like how you are right now, I think—none of that shit matters. Because I know I’m good for you, the same way you’re good for me, and fuck anyone who says otherwise.”

  His voice got fierce at the end, almost challenging. Jamie could do nothing but kiss him for it, for wanting to fight for them against the preconceived notions of a society that said Jamie should want someone pretty or handsome on his arm, someone who would hold him up on a pedestal and worship the ground he walked on. Kyle treated him like his captain, like a lover, like a friend. But he wasn’t afraid to call him on his bullshit, a mix of roles he could easily compartmentalize to make this relationship work. Jamie was no different, but it was nice to hear the affirmation falling from Kyle’s lips instead of wondering if the differences between them would be enough to one day drive them apart.

  Jamie pulled his finger out of Kyle’s hole in order to press it against his rim, teasing at the fluttering muscle there as he smeared cum and lube against Kyle’s body. “You want me to tell you what I want to do?”

  Kyle wrapped one hand around his soft cock, lazily stroking it. “I want you to show me.”

  Never one to back down from a challenge, Jamie slipped two fingers into Kyle’s slippery hole, watching as Kyle inhaled deeply at the push. He spread his legs a little more, knees bending, giving Jamie more room to work. He made such a pretty picture that all Jamie could do was look, drinking in the perfect lines of his body that came from years of hard training and harder fighting. He didn’t carry bulk like Jamie did—more on the lean and agile side—which suited his role in the field.

  It suited him in bed, too. Jamie couldn’t begin to count the array of positions they’d had sex in. Kyle’s ability to bend in ways that should be illegal definitely meant Jamie could indulge in ways he hadn’t been able to with other partners. Kyle was game for anything, more so than Jamie, but what Jamie wanted to do tonight was something he knew Kyle would enjoy.

  He poured a little more lube over his fingers before slipping three of them into Kyle, stretching them against the tension still there in the delicate skin surrounding him. Jamie stroked his own half-hard cock with his free hand as he thrust his fingers into Kyle hard enough to elicit a gasp from the other man. The way Kyle rocked down against them told him more than words how much Kyle liked it.

  “Some days I can’t get enough of how much you like getting fucked,” Jamie mused.

  “I like it almost as much as I like sucking cock.”

  Jamie watched as Kyle tweaked his own nipples, his other hand playing gently with his balls. “You do like sucking cock.”

  Kyle tipped his head back, breathing out as Jamie pressed against his prostate with a relentless pressure that made his toes curl. “I’m a goddamn pro at it,” Kyle finally got out on a shaky exhale.

  “Wouldn’t have you any other way.”

  Jamie pulled his fingers almost all the way out before pushing them back in. He kept up a steady, easy rhythm that soon had Kyle pushing back to meet each thrust, one hand braced against the headboard and heels digging into the bed. Jamie let him, watching as Kyle’s arousal slowly began to make itself known again. Jamie was already mostly hard, his cock heavy between his legs, the need pricking at his mind easily ignored only because he hadn’t reached his goal.

  “You’re just going to take forever tonight, aren’t you?” Kyle moaned as Jamie lazily finger-fucked him.

  “So what if I am? Thought you were the patient one of us?”

  Kyle rolled his eyes, more out of attitude than because Jamie had made him feel so good he couldn’t see straight. “Hurry up and fuck me.”

  Jamie chuckled, pulling his fingers out to add more lube. Kyle was wet already, the skin around his hole shiny with it, but Jamie didn’t want friction to be an issue later on. Carefully, he folded and fit his fingers together against Kyle’s hole again and pushed in, his pinky finger catching at the rim before slipping through.

  Kyle arched against Jamie’s hand with a gasp, body quivering as Jamie slowly, slowly stretched him open. He couldn’t press all the way in, but the steady tightness of Kyle’s body retreated against Jamie’s insistent fingers.

  Kyle reached down and grasped his wrist, hips canted up, mouth working wordlessly for a few seconds. “You’re driving me insane.”

  He was wet and loose and shivering, more than half-hard, a look in his eyes that would be pleading in anyone else, but with Kyle, it was more an unspoken demand. Jamie smirked at him, twisting his fingers just so to hear Kyle moan, his hand falling away from Jamie’s wrist to grip his own thigh tightly.

  “I do like it when you beg,” Jamie said as he slipped his fingers free and grabbed the dildo, slicking it up with some more lube.

  “You’re not doing anything to make me beg yet, so I don’t see—oh, fuck!”

  Jamie enjoyed the sight of Kyle jerking against the dildo Jamie sank into him in one steady thrust, the way his body opened up to just take it. Kyle whimpered, high and loud, as Jamie pushed it all the way in, the flared base fitting right up against the curve of his ass. Jamie twisted it a little before pulling it out and pushing it back in, listening to the way Kyle’s breath came in short, sharp hitches as Jamie fucked him with the dildo.

  Jamie leaned over and stole a kiss, laughing as Kyle bit down on his bottom lip even as Jamie kept thrusting the dildo into him. “Impatient.”

  “I hate you,” Kyle rasped, catching at his shoulder with one insistent hand.

  “No you don’t,” Jamie said, and kissed him again, slow and filthy and deep, pressing his cock down against Kyle’s groin as he rolled his hips.

  Kyle arched against him, whatever retort he’d been about to give dying on his lips as Jamie ground against him. Kyle’s other hand came up to grab Jamie’s ass, fingers digging into hard muscle to try to hold him there as their cocks slid against each other. Jamie slotted his mouth back over Kyle’s, kissing him until they both almost couldn’t breathe.

  When he pulled back, Kyle’s lips were puffy and red, eyes a little glazed, a flush to his face and body Jamie enjoyed seeing. He grabbed Kyle by the hips and dragged him closer, letting his legs drape over Jamie’s thighs. Jamie snagged the closest pillow and tucked it under the small of Kyle’s back, letting him relax a little.

  Jamie traced a wet finger around the dildo and Kyle’s stretched-out hole, gaze flicking up to Kyle’s face and the easy trust he saw there. “Let me know if it gets to be too much.”

  “You’re never too much.”

  “That’s not what I want to hear.”

  Kyle swallowed audibly at Jamie’s firm tone, Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. “Yes, sir.”

  Jamie gently slipped the tip of his index finger beneath the delicate rim of Kyle’s hole, pressing against the dildo to make room. Kyle inhaled sharply, gaze going dark as Jamie inched his finger into him against the thickness of the dildo already stretching him out. He could feel Kyle’s hole twitch weakly against the intrusion before he carefully drew back. Pressing two fingers togethe
r, Jamie gently eased them in, wriggling the dildo a little with his other hand and pulling it just a bit in the opposite direction.

  Kyle groaned, his legs reflexively trying to close, but Jamie was in the way, hands busy between them in the slick heat of his body. Jamie carefully flexed his fingers, licking his lips at the bit of space that opened up between him and the dildo within Kyle’s body. A shiver of resistance was still there, but Jamie knew it would fade if he worked Kyle just right.

  Jamie pulled his hand back, fingers slipping out easily enough. He picked up the bottle of lube and poured some more into his hand, slicking up his cock, hissing at the touch. He was more than ready, being on edge long enough after already coming once tonight. He stroked his messy, wet hand up Kyle’s left thigh to fit his thumb between the soft curve of his rim and the dildo.

  Jamie pressed in, hooking his thumb outward, stretching Kyle open enough that Jamie could fit the dusky head of his thick cock against that bit of space. Kyle jerked at the touch, gasping out a cry in the shape of his name.

  “Jamie!”

  Jamie’s cock throbbed in his hand, but he held still, looking right at Kyle. “Remember what I said.”

  He didn’t wait—couldn’t wait—not when he had Kyle open and willing beneath him like this. Jamie pushed forward until the head of his cock popped into the tight space between his thumb pulling at Kyle’s hole and the dildo, Kyle’s body sucking him in. The pressure around the crown of his cock made Jamie groan as he pulled his thumb free and used his other hand to keep the dildo right where it needed to be.

  “Oh my God,” Kyle breathed out, eyes squeezed shut, breathing rapidly as Jamie carefully pushed in just a tiny bit more.

  “Yeah, baby,” Jamie grunted.

  Jamie wasn’t even close to being all the way in and it was probably the best thing he’d ever felt during sex. The tight stretch of Kyle’s hole and the admittedly cold solidity of the dildo, combined to produce a pressure around and against his cock that made his balls tighten. Pausing for a moment, just long enough to get fingers around the base of his own cock to stave off the feeling of wanting to come, Jamie rubbed his thumb against the edge of Kyle’s hole where it was pressed against his cock. Kyle jerked at the touch, a soft little cry falling from his mouth.