These Monstrous Deeds

by T. J. Hamel

  A terrible, terrible, terrible fucking idea.

  “Why don’t you kiss me instead, Carter?”

  Carter’s eyebrows pull in. “What?”

  Rolling off him, Nathan lays on his back and throws one arm up to rest on the pillow above his head. He reaches for Carter with the other hand, stopping just before they make skin-on-skin contact. He needs Carter to close the distance.

  In a soft voice, Nathan promises, “I won’t touch you tonight. We can just sleep, and you won’t be in trouble. There will be no punishment. I won’t be upset. We’ll wake up in the morning and go back to being master and slave. Or…”

  “Or?” Carter asks, his voice cracking.

  “Or, you can kiss me, and touch me, and do whatever you want to me tonight. You can use your power to consent, and I can show you what I’d do with you if you were mine as just Nathan, not as the boss of this place. Not as your brother’s enemy.”

  Carter nibbles on his bottom lip, looking unsure.

  “We’ve done it before,” Nathan whispers. He shouldn’t be pushing Carter, he knows that, but… Nathan needs him. It’s selfish and wrong, but after what happened at that party, Nathan needs him. “We had a good day together, on your day off.”

  “And it was over when we woke up.”

  “Yes.”

  “And that’s how it will be again tomorrow?”

  Nathan sighs. “Yes, Carter. I’m sorry. It’s - this is all I can offer. It’s more than I should offer at all, if I’m being honest, but you’re very talented at making me break my own rules.”

  “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

  “I wish I could give you more,” Nathan admits. “I’d give you the fucking world if I could, Carter. But even this could get us both killed.”

  “It’s okay. Really.” Carter lifts a hand, placing it on Nathan’s cheek. It feels unbelievably good. Nathan presses his hand over the boy’s, wanting to keep it there as long as he can. “This is enough, Nathan. Whatever you can give me is enough.”

  Nathan turns his face into the palm of Carter’s hand, hiding the shit-eating grin he can’t keep at bay. He presses a kiss there. Then another. And another. When Carter giggles, he lifts his head to look at him, deciding it’s worth showing his joy if he can see Carter’s too. The boy’s eyes light up when their gazes meet.

  “I think I’m going to kiss you, Nathan,” Carter declares.

  Nathan licks his lips, already feeling a little breathless. “Do your worst, Carter.”

  ◆◆◆

  Carter doesn’t know where to start. His experience level boils down to drunken fumbling in corners at parties, and getting raped. Not much to go off. He starts to panic a little, his hands hovering above Nathan’s body, his eyes scanning everywhere like they can’t manage to stay in one place long enough.

  “Come here,” Nathan whispers, taking Carter by the hand and gently guiding him. He helps Carter settle so that he’s straddling Nathan’s waist, then puts one hand on the mattress beside his naked hip and tucks the other beneath his head on the pillow. It’s like he’s not even willing to touch Carter without consent. He’s just going to lay back and literally let Carter do whatever he’d like. Let Carter do his worst.

  A sudden wave of need rushes through Carter, sending him into attack mode. He’s clumsy and, if Nathan’s grunt is any indication, it’s a little too hard, but it’s also so damn good. Carter kisses him, and their teeth clash a little, and he bites Nathan’s lip, but Nathan moans, and Carter can feel Nathan’s large cock growing hard against his ass, and Carter thinks even if it’s not a great kiss, it’s great for them.

  Eventually, Carter pulls back and begins to kiss Nathan like Nathan had been kissing him earlier. He kisses up his jaw and licks the shell of his ear. He kisses down one side of Nathan’s neck, along his collarbone, then up the other side. He sucks on Nathan’s earlobe, which earns Carter a surprisingly loud moan that makes him grin.

  With a sudden burst of confidence, Carter brings his mouth down to the earlobe again and grazes his teeth against the flesh. It nearly undoes the man beneath him, a strangled noise spilling from Nathan’s lips, his hand reaching for Carter. He drops the hand last second, fisting the sheets instead, but his whole body begins to tremble with the clear effort it takes for him to behave. When Carter repeats his actions to the opposite earlobe, Nathan squeezes his eyes shut and shudders.

  “Fuck, Carter,” Nathan growls. Carter runs the tip of his tongue along the shell of his ear, grinning when the hand beneath Nathan’s head comes out to slaps against the mattress, fingers fisting the sheets. “Shit, I forgot how fucking good that feels.”

  Carter sits up, still grinning as he starts to map out the dips and curves of the man’s sexy body. His finger traces the outline of the broken birdcage tattoo. “Forgot? You act like you’ve gone years without sex.”

  “I have.”

  “You have what?”

  “Gone years without sex. Sex like this, at least.” Nathan raises his hand from the bed again before dropping it back down. It’s sort of amusing to Carter. He’s wondering how long the man will last. Especially if he’s telling the truth right now.

  Carter really hopes he’s telling the truth. It’s stupid, he knows it’s stupid, but for some reason, the idea makes him feel special.

  He decides to drop it just in case it’s a lie.

  “Where else are you sensitive?” Carter asks instead, raising an eyebrow.

  Nathan cocks an eyebrow of his own, his lips curving into a sexy smirk. “Gonna have to find out for yourself, sweetheart.”

  Goosebumps ripple along Carter’s skin at the dirty challenge. The reaction makes Nathan’s smirk widen. He decides to wipe that smirk off Nathan’s face by leaning down and nipping at his earlobe one more time, laughing breathlessly when it earns him another delicious moan.

  Then Carter turns his attention to Nathan’s chest. He traces the tattoos with his tongue, kissing each bird he comes across. Nathan watches him the whole time with heavy-lidded eyes, his breathing labored. He doesn’t find any sensitive spots like Nathan’s ears, but there is one dip near his collarbone that pulls a satisfying shudder from the man, and sucking his nipples earn Carter some more moans. Nathan stays perfectly under control, though. Nothing like the desperation from before.

  Carter keeps moving, determined to force this man beneath him to unravel.

  He finds what he’s looking for at the crease between Nathan’s thigh and pelvis. The moment Carter’s lips brush across the skin, Nathan’s left leg jolts and he gasps. Carter feels fingertips brush his shoulder for a breath before Nathan’s hand returns to the bedding. He’s pretty sure he hears the sheets rip, but he’s enjoying himself too much to investigate.

  He sucks the spot.

  Nathan’s control snaps.

  Within seconds, Carter has been hiked up by firm hands on his biceps, pressed tight against Nathan’s chest, and rolled onto his back. Carter is breathless as he blinks up at Nathan in shock. The man stares down at him with an expression that’s positively feral.

  “You remember the safe word?”

  Carter shivers. “Yes, sir.”

  “What is it?”

  “Red.”

  “Good boy.” Nathan crashes his mouth down over Carter’s, the kiss violent and urgent. Carter wraps his legs around Nathan’s waist and runs his hands along the strong muscles rippling in his back. A moan vibrates between them. Or two moans. They’re pressed so close, Carter can’t even tell which one of them moaned, or if they both did. When Nathan pulls away, his lips are wet with their combined spit. Carter can’t help that he darts his tongue out to collect his own evidence. “Hands above your head. Hold the pillow if you need.”

  Carter nods, not sure if he’s capable of words anymore. He grabs the pillow. Nathan rewards him by moving down Carter’s body and wrapping a hand tight around his cock. He chuckles when he sees Carter’s eyes go wide. He’s still making the sound when he wraps his lips around Carter
’s cock, the rumbling an intoxicating vibration against him.

  “Fuck.” Carter lifts his head to look down at Nathan, groaning when he sees that Nathan’s eyes are focused on him, his pupils blown wide. He keeps his gaze locked onto Carter’s as he pulls off and drags the flat of his tongue along the underside of Carter’s cock. Carter drops his head back and closes his eyes, feeling like he’s lying on a cloud that’s slowly floating further and further away from the ground. It’s not long before Nathan has worked him into a panting, writhing mess.

  If Carter wasn’t so desperate to come, he’d be ashamed.

  “Fuck - Nate - I’m - fuck.”

  Nathan lifts his head, eyes narrowed dangerously even as his lips stretch into a wide, sexy smirk. “Yes?”

  “I’m gonna come if you keep doin’ that,” Carter pants.

  “Mmm.” Nathan licks his lips, his eyes flicking down to Carter’s cock briefly before returning to his face. “You want to come, sweetheart?”

  “Please. Please, sir, can I?”

  “No.” Nathan sits back with an evil grin. “Not yet. You can come on my cock.”

  Carter pouts. He has a feeling Nathan is going to draw this out and he’s not entirely sure if he’ll survive.

  “My poor boy,” Nathan coos. He wraps his hand around Carter’s cock again as he moves forward to bump his nose against Carter’s. Their lips brush in a not-quite kiss. “You want to be fucked, sweetheart?”

  “Please.”

  After making a satisfied noise, Nathan begins kissing his way down Carter’s body again. He doesn’t take his time, a man on a mission, but he does spare a few extra seconds to tease his nipples with his tongue and teeth until he has Carter whining beneath him. By the time he reaches Carter’s cock, it’s drooling precum. Carter shudders at the sight of Nathan licking up his mess.

  Two strong hands grab the backs of Carter’s thighs and push, not stopping until he’s bent in half. Nathan’s hot breath passes over his balls. His taint. His -

  “Oh, fuck. Wha-” Carter nearly swallows his tongue as Nathan begins to lap at his hole.

  Nathan flicks his gaze up at Carter for just a second, flashing him that wicked grin of his before returning to his task of completely unraveling Carter with his tongue.

  It’s the second time he’s been eaten out - both by Nathan. Honestly, when he’d watch it in porn, he never saw the appeal of such a thing.

  There’s appeal.

  A whole fucking lot of appeal.

  “Shhhit.” Carter grabs at Nathan’s hair, not even sure if he wants to tug him away to get a break from the overwhelming pleasure, or pull him closer to get more of it. Either way, Nathan doesn’t give him a choice.

  “Put your hands where you were told before you earn a spanking,” he growls against Carter’s sensitive skin.

  With a whimper, Carter forces himself to let go, gripping the pillow right away as tightly as he can. His muscles start to jerk with the effort it takes to keep himself under control. If this is Nathan’s revenge for Carter’s earlier explorations, it’s excellent.

  Nathan slides a finger inside of Carter to work alongside his tongue.

  Carter becomes suddenly aware that he’s forgotten how to speak. In fact, he’s forgotten what language he speaks entirely. All he can do is watch Nathan in a trance - as he laps at his hole, as he slides in a second finger, as he nips at the sensitive skin, as he pulls away and wipes his mouth on Carter’s thigh, as he looks into Carter’s eyes and grins.

  Adrenaline spikes in his system as he watches Nathan slowly climb back up his body, the man looking far too much like a wild animal stalking his prey. Carter’s never wanted to be hunted and devoured before, but it’s looking damn appealing right about now.

  And then Nathan suddenly… softens. His eyes go warm. His smile relaxes. He cups Carter’s cheek and bumps the tips of their noses together. The playful moment makes Carter giggle. Nathan seems to like that. Nathan seems to like that a lot. He pulls back to look down at Carter like he’s the most incredible thing Nathan has ever seen. It does crazy, beautiful things to Carter. Dangerous things.

  “I really like making you laugh.”

  “I really like you making me laugh,” Carter admits, smiling up at him.

  Nathan grins. “Well, then. We’ll just have to do that more often, won’t we?”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  “Mmm.” Nathan’s eyes flash, his smile going dangerous again. “Though laughter isn’t what I want to hear from you right now.”

  Carter shivers. “Oh?”

  “I’d much rather hear you moan. Whimper.” Nathan drags his teeth down the shell of Carter’s ear, making him cry out. He bucks up at the same time, his naked cock rubbing against Nathan’s. He moans. Then whimpers. Nathan’s laugh is victorious. “Maybe I’ll even make you scream.”

  “Oh god.”

  “Just remember, don’t go screaming my name. You’re a loud little thing. Gotta call me sir.” Nathan’s lips quirk. “Or do I need to gag you?”

  Carter nibbles on his bottom lip, his cock aching. “I can remember, sir.”

  “I know you can. Such a good boy. My good, good boy.” Nathan slides forward, resting his forearms on the mattress to frame Carter’s head. The position makes Nathan look much bigger than before, as if he’s encompassing Carter completely. As if he’s become Carter’s whole world.

  Carter supposes he has.

  “You still okay, sweetheart?” Nathan asks, resting his forehead against Carter’s.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

  “Safe word?”

  “Red.”

  “Such a good boy.” Nathan lowers his mouth until it’s pressed against Carter’s. He kisses Carter gently, thoroughly, as he slowly runs the tips of his fingers down the right side of Carter’s ribcage and over his to grip his right thigh. Carter moans when Nathan hikes his leg up and around his waist. He can feel Nathan’s hard cock bump against one of his ass cheeks. It’s leaking precum, leaving a warm trail across Carter’s skin.

  Nathan shifts his hips until the tip of his cock is pressed against Carter’s spit-soaked hole. Then he pauses, looking into Carter’s eyes. “You want it gentle, or hard?”

  “How would you do it if I was really yours?”

  Looking down at him with a hooded expression, Nathan admits, “Hard.”

  “Then fuck me hard.”

  Giving Carter a devilish grin, Nathan adjusts his weight and starts to press forward. At first, Carter thinks that maybe Nathan had changed his mind, deciding to go soft instead. The way he enters him is gentle. Slow. There’s no resistance, Carter’s hole opening up for him easily.

  But the moment Nathan bottoms out, things change. He grabs hold of Carter’s throat with one hand and pushes one of his legs further back with the other, and he begins to fuck him hard. Each thrust is enough to knock the breath from Carter’s lungs, his body jolting up the bed until Nathan wraps his fingers around a chunk of Carter’s hair and holds him steady with it. Then his thrusts feel even harder, deeper, no escape or reprieve available, his body trapped as Nathan pounds him hard enough to make Carter’s mind fucking scramble.

  There’s enough of his mind to realize one thing, though. One strange, unexpected, mind-blowing, confusing as fuck, thing.

  Nathan, when being sir, has been holding back.

  Carter is in nowhere near the right mindset to even begin to fucking analyze that.

  Nathan’s hips snap forward, again and again, his balls slapping against Carter’s sensitive skin. It hurts Carter’s bruised ass and thighs, but they’re healed enough where it’s not a bad kind of pain. If anything, it heightens the pleasure, making everything more intense.

  “Come on, sweetheart,” Nathan growls, looking down at Carter in frustration. Carter has no idea why. He doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong.

  Sir’s big, strong hands grab Carter's legs and push them together before he sits up on his knees and hooks Carter’s legs over his broad right shou
lder. His arms wrap around both of Carter’s thighs, holding him firmly in place as he starts to slam into him. Carter screams. Actually fucking screams.

  “There we go,” Nathan practically purrs. “There we fucking go, sweetheart. That’s a good boy.”

  “N-no.” Carter shakes his head, eyes watering as his prostate is assaulted. He barely manages to choke out another desperate, “No.”

  “Yes, Carter.” Nathan narrows his eyes, tongue darting out to lick across his bottom lip. “You have a safe word. Use it, or fucking take this.”

  “Oh god. I’m gonna come.”

  “Did I say you could?”

  Carter whines. “Sir, please.”

  Nathan just chuckles darkly before shoving both of Carter’s legs off to the side. He leans down and wraps an arm around Carter’s back, flipping him onto his hands and knees with one simple tug, leaving him breathless with his legs spread wide and his head spinning. He collects Carter’s wrists and pins them at the small of his back, not seeming to care when it causes Carter to fall forward, his face smashing against the mattress.

  Keeping Carter’s wrists pinned with his hand, Nathan reaches up and grabs his shoulder with the other. If Carter thought he was being held firmly in place before, he was wrong. This is trapped. Nathan proves it by beginning to fuck the absolute shit out of Carter.

  Carter’s vision blurs. His tongue lulls out of the corner of his mouth. His legs spread wider like he’s an absolute desperate slut - which he is right now. All he can think of is Nathan’s cock. It’s like a needy chant in his head. Well, that, and his desperation to come.

  He tries to beg. He’s not positive if he succeeds. He’s not sure if Nathan even responds.

  Nathan collects him at some point, pulling him up until his back is pressed against Nathan’s chest. He grips Carter’s throat with one hand, using the other to hold him in place by the hip. Carter whines. It’s about all he can do. Words are a foreign concept at the moment. Not that he has the breath to speak even if his vocabulary was in place.

  “Come for me, Carter,” Nathan growls in his ear, hand flexing on Carter’s throat. “Come for me right now.”