by Mandy Rosko
Bad enough he thought Silus had scented it. Guy was already jealous as fuck whenever Ben came to visit.
Ben sighed as the pain from Seth’s fingers lessened. “I can take another.”
Seth complied, using three this time, and the pain returned. Not quite as strong this time, but still at a low burn. It had been way too long since he’d let anyone do this to him.
“Can’t wait to fuck you,” Seth said.
“Me, too,” Ben replied, looking over his shoulder at the other man.
Seth frowned then grabbed the bottle of sun lotion and squeezed more into his hand. Ben knew what was coming, and his skin tingled with excitement.
Seth rubbed the lotion between his hands, warming it, then stroked himself with his oiled palm. His eyes fell shut as he did it once, twice, and then he looked at Ben, those dark eyes reminding him of a predator.
“Spread your legs wider for me.”
Ben complied, his cock and balls hanging where Seth could easily see them. The flesh of Seth’s thighs ghosted over Ben’s ass and legs.
His hands gripped Ben’s hips, and Seth thrust himself inside with a grunt.
Ben exhaled hard and pushed out to make the inward glide that much smoother. Then Seth was there, inside him and touching him in all the right places, and the pain faded into a burning memory.
The vampire dream had been something to drool over, but nothing compared to the real thing. Seth hardly gave him any time to adjust as he just started to pound away like it was his first time fucking anyone.
Fine by Ben. In his quick, jabbing thrusts, Seth quickly found the spot that Ben wanted him to touch the most, and every nerve in his body stood up straight and sang hallelujah. He moaned as the pleasure became too much for him. He pushed back against Seth’s thrusting hips, and Seth drilled him harder.
Their bodies slapped together, and Seth put some of his vampire strength into it because Ben found himself getting pushed forward along the carpet. It burned his knees and hands, but he didn’t care, even when his elbows gave out and he fell forward, face down into the blue fibers.
If Ben didn’t get a grip, he was going to get fucked all the way across the floor.
Seth, however, seemed determined to keep him just the way he was. He moaned at the new position and kept up with the pace, not giving Ben any chance to get back up, but then he stalled, his hips and body jerking, and he stiffened.
It felt like he was coming, but the telltale warm spurts from his cock weren’t there. Ben looked over his shoulder to see what the holdup was. Seth lifted one knee and put his foot down, taking some of the pressure off the joint. He resumed his thrusts, pumping his hips slower this time, sliding his eyes shut and just enjoying himself.
Ben was getting a crick in his neck from watching, but he couldn’t take his eyes away. The other man was beautiful like that, perfect, so perfect that Ben didn’t even mind when the pace got to be so slow that his orgasm became further and further away.
Then a frown marred that perfection, and Seth’s slowing hips began racing again, his eyes squeezing tighter shut.
Ben groaned and let his face fall back into the carpet. Much better.
It felt good, so good, but Ben sensed there was something wrong, and it ruined his building pleasure.
Then Seth hissed and fell back, his cock pulling free of Ben’s ass in one uncomfortable motion when he did.
That got his attention pretty quick. “What’s wrong?” Ben asked breathlessly as he sat up then stiffened as another sudden pain got to him. He forgot to be gentle with himself after that part, but he got over it real fast.
Seth sat against the base of the bed, gripping his knee in both hands, the one that had been twisted around backward when Ben had found him.
Oh.
Seth glared at him, as if the pain he felt were somehow on Ben, or maybe he was just glaring because that made it easier to hide what was no doubt the kind of agony King Kong couldn’t tolerate.
“My fucking leg hurts.” His head fell back, banging against the wooden bedframe. Seth’s eyes squeezed shut again, his teeth clenching and fangs lengthening as he fought what was probably a killer throb. Then he pounded his fist into the carpet with a dull thud.
“Fuck!”
“Hey.” Ben shifted over to him and sat next to him. He didn’t touch the other man, but he did look at the knee, which was slightly crooked at the joint, and fire-truck red beneath Seth’s white knuckles.
“Guess we’ll have to watch which position we use until your leg heals. Stop gripping it, you’re making it worse.”
Ben reached out to take Seth’s hand away, but the vampire jerked away and glared at him for his trouble. “Leave me alone.”
“You have a grip that can crush iron. You’re not helping your knee by grabbing at it like that.”
“I don’t have that kind of strength.”
Right. He’d been out of commission for a while, but he was gaining some of it back. Images of Seth stretching his chains flashed in front of Ben’s mind. “All the same.” Ben reached again and pulled Seth’s hand away, glaring sharply at him when he tried to hiss at him.
“Don’t think for one second those fangs scare me,” he said.
Seth pulled his hand from Ben’s and looked away, but not before Ben caught sight of that disgusted snarl on his puss. Directed at himself, or at Ben?
He waited a minute when the other man didn’t get up and hobble away. “How’s the knee?”
Seth still glared at the wall. “Throbbing.”
“Better?”
A slight hesitation. “Yeah.”
“Good.” Ben looked down at the red joint and shook his head. “I didn’t position it right.”
“What?”
“We couldn’t get any healers here, so I was the one to pop your leg back in. I didn’t do it right, and now it’s healed incorrectly.”
“Great.”
Terse words and small sentences. It seemed Seth wasn’t up for being apologized to anymore today.
Seth waited another ten seconds or so before speaking. By now they were both flaccid and had lost almost all traces of arousal. “You can go back to your nap now. I don’t need you here.”
Ben shrugged. “I figured, but I’m not done with you yet.”
Seth looked at him, curiosity and annoyance on his face. “You’re not fucking me.”
“I get that. We’ll do that next time, I said.”
“Then how do you expect me to do anything with you? I doubt I could even get on my knees to fuck you on the bed at this point.”
Seth’s hand nearly went back to his knee, but one glare from Ben had him pulling away again.
Ben shifted back onto his knees, facing Seth and leaning down enough so their faces, their mouths, were directly in front of each other.
Again, Seth got that confused look on face before Ben kissed him.
Kissed his jaw, rather, which was tight as all hell until Seth relaxed.
Ben took that as his cue to drag his lips back down to Seth’s neck and work there, doing everything in his power to get the other man’s cock to rise back to attention.
Seth sighed and put his hands onto Ben’s shoulders. Ben’s body went rigid, preparing to defend himself from attack before the other man spoke. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Ben reached his hands up to cup Seth’s cheeks, loving the feel of the other man, especially when he wrapped his arm around Ben’s neck and held them closer together. Then Ben felt the press of the other man’s mouth on his neck and jaw, working up to his mouth. Ben pulled back before Seth could kiss him. He was already throbbing again in the place that felt best and didn’t need to make this any more personal with kissing.
“There are other ways to do this, stupid,” he said.
Seth’s face twisted in fury just as Ben reached down and gripped his still semihard prick. Seth’s mouth opened and his head fell back instead, bonking against the wood of the bed, hard breaths escaping him.
Set
h bit his lips together and groaned, his still-slick cock easily stroked in Ben’s hand. Then his eyes snapped open. “Oh shit, wait, we need a condom.”
Ben couldn’t help the barked laugh that escaped him. “Little late for that, isn’t it?”
Seth stared at him as though he were being the idiot of the two.
“You’re a vampire,” Ben clarified. “You can’t give me anything, and even if I had anything I wouldn’t be able to give it to you.”
Seth’s chest deflated in a large exhale, the knowledge that vampires couldn’t carry diseases seeming to bring him a great relief.
Seth was obviously a member—or a former member—of the population that knew little to nothing about its paranormal counterpart. Hell, most humans, aside from the rich who did business with the other side, still didn’t know, which made the circumstances surrounding Seth’s imprisonment possible.
It was hard searching for a missing person when the people he worked for supposedly didn’t exist.
Granted, Seth was no longer human, but for all his knowledge of the vampire race, he might as well have been turned just yesterday.
Sympathy swelled in Ben’s chest for the other man. Wanting to make this as good as possible, Ben gripped his cock again, delighting in the way Seth’s facial muscles tightened as he did so, the way his eyes slid to half-mast when he stroked his thumb over the slit of the head, and the way Seth’s mouth parted juuuust enough for him to catch a glimpse of his pink tongue.
God, that was gorgeous.
It was a form of control in itself, and Ben savored it like a fine wine, only tasting the tiniest little bit, and not taking it all in too fast.
“I need you to lean back just a little.” Ben put his other hand under Seth’s good knee and helped to pull him away from the bed only slightly.
A wicked gleam entered the other man’s eyes as it became apparent what Ben intended to do. He gingerly spread his other leg with the bad knee out and away to make for more room as Ben turned around and put his back to Seth’s chest.
He grabbed Seth’s cock again, and positioned it so that it slid inside him as Ben got off of his knees and sat on Seth’s lap. Ben took his time, still not entirely used to this. Seth hardly seemed to notice as he moaned low in Ben’s ear when he was fully submerged.
Ben had to admit it felt pretty damn good.
He blew out a deep breath and tilted his head to look behind him.
“Told you there were other ways.”
Seth grabbed him by the hips, impatience all over his face. “No shit. Move.”
Easier said than done in their current position. With Seth’s bad knee and Ben’s weight, their movements were more of a shifting of hips than any real hard thrusting, but, they still managed to get the job done just the way they were.
If anything, forcing themselves to take their time, limiting their movements, only heightened the pleasure of it. It made Ben more aware of the motions inside him, of Seth’s cock nudging his prostate on nearly every thrust, and Ben found himself no longer caring that he was in his least favorite position as he gasped and moaned, grinding his ass down harder into Seth’s laps just to get at more of that feeling.
He didn’t know why the mental image of Seth getting rug burn on his ass popped into his head, but he laughed out loud when it did.
“What. Is. So. Funny?” Seth demanded between thrusts, leaning his forehead against the back of Ben’s neck.
“Nothing.” And nothing it really was as his balls tightened in the point of no return that signaled the end and he started to come. He grabbed his cock and quickly jerked on it, drawing out his pleasure, a raw cry escaping his throat as he did.
Seth continued to moan and shift around beneath him, his cock still touching Ben’s prostate and still making his body hot and his heart thrum even long after Ben caught his breath. If Seth didn’t come soon, Ben was going to get hard again.
Then, finally, he held Ben close, his fingers latching so tight onto Ben’s stomach and hips that he felt deep jolts of pain as Seth’s body tightened twitched. He released himself inside of Ben with a shaky groan.
Ben blew out a contented breath, happy to stay right where he was now that Seth wasn’t digging his fingers into his skin anymore. Then he looked down at himself.
Ugh, he needed to wash. His cum was all over his belly, and he wasn’t into that.
Seth shifted beneath him, and Ben gingerly lifted himself off of his lap and sat next to him. His stomach felt gross but he was too mellow to move just yet. “Now I really wish I had a cigarette,” he said.
Seth frowned. “Can I smoke all I want now that I’m a vampire?”
Weird question. “Don’t know,” he said. “Might be better to not push your luck on every little thing, though.”
They were both silent, just sitting on the rug where they’d fucked and staring at the door leading into the bathroom.
Way too awkward for his taste. Since it wasn’t like there was anything left to do, Ben picked himself up off the floor. “Get some sleep if you can. We’re leaving the second it hits full dark.”
Seth sent him a limp wave as he pulled himself to his feet, still mindful of his one knee and keeping it straight to avoid the pain of bending it.
Ben caught sight of the tightening in the man’s jaw as he pulled himself up.
It really wasn’t his business. He shouldn’t care. “There’s probably painkillers lying around somewhere. Silus doesn’t need them, but Cedric still would. Don’t know how much they’d help—”
“I’m fine,” Seth said, finally getting his ass onto the bed with a sigh as the weight was removed from his knee.
Right. Of course he was. It was his problem now anyway. After Seth left the state like he said he would, all he needed to do was seek out a vampire healer to get his leg properly aligned, if it was still an option.
Of course, the guy knew so little about vampires that Ben might just have to help him with that.
“See you in a couple hours then.”
Seth nodded, and Ben grabbed his jeans off the floor and went back to his room through the bathroom, shutting the door behind him so he could clean up.
Chapter Eleven
Seth waited in the passenger seat of Ben’s Jeep—what the hell did a teleporter even need a vehicle for, anyway?—while Ben spoke with Silus and Cedric. He was either receiving his instructions, or saying good-bye or something.
Seth wasn’t much interested in it. He just wished the other man would hurry the hell up so he could go—
The sight of Ben and Cedric putting their arms around each other’s shoulders in a quick, back-slapping hug, pulled Seth out of his impatient thoughts.
Nothing wrong with a guy wanting to say “see ya later” to a buddy, but it was the look on Silus’s face as Ben held on for a fraction of a second too long that made Seth sit up a little straighter.
Even with the windows rolled up, Seth could scent the heating of jealous blood, it hung that thickly in the air, and he recognized the tightening of Silus’s throat in what was no doubt a possessive hiss.
And Ben. Ben’s blood heated, too, as he held on to his friend, the way Seth had grown used to whenever the other man was around. He rolled down his window just a crack so he could be sure, absolutely, positively sure, about the soft scent.
Definitely a low, burning lust. The confirmation went to his gut and sat there like a heavy rock. Holy shit. How could he not have noticed this?
Ben might have even stayed that way had Cedric not been the one to pull back, a nervous grin on his face as he pretended that his best friend had no romantic interest in him. That could be the only explanation for it. Cedric’s blood had certainly not heated like the other two men in lust or jealousy, but there was no way he couldn’t be sensing what was going on around him. The man wasn’t a ten-year-old.
Seth’s blood, however, had heated jealously, because he, apparently, was a clueless ten-year-old.
Mine, he wanted to say. He itched to go rig
ht over there and throw Ben into the lake for what he was doing, cool off the man’s lust a little, then stake his claim on him when he dragged himself out of the water.
And wasn’t that just too fucking pathetic? Seth has a one-nighter with the guy—two if you counted the lust dream—and he starts having boyfriend moments.
He stamped down on his rising anger and kept it to himself when Ben finally deemed it time to get his ass into the Jeep and drive away from the house.
“Ready to go?” Ben asked, pulling down his seatbelt like nothing had happened.
“Mm.”
Ben gave him an odd look but then started the ignition.
“I gave you the address. Why don’t you just teleport us there?” He was pretty sure a werewolf wouldn’t be able to smell that sort of travel.
“I don’t know the area,” Ben said, giving him another look at Seth’s snappy tone. “You okay?”
“Fine.”
It was an hour-long drive back into town, not counting getting to the Western edge where Sammy and his caregiver would be, and Seth sat quietly for the duration. The only sound between the two men came from the radio that played some kind of country music shit that Ben had put on.
The longer they drove, the more Seth hated to admit that maybe it was a better idea for a teleporter to take a car instead of just using his powers. Maybe too much distance between jumps wasn’t good for him. Either way, it didn’t stop Seth from hating it.
This had been exactly the thing he’d been worried about when Ben had been volunteered to bring Seth home. There wasn’t a whole lot to talk about with the guy you’d fucked once or twice.
Especially when it turned out that guy had a hard-on for someone else.
Seth clenched his jaw and stared firmly out the window and into the darkness. Stupid. This possessive mine bullshit was stupid when he knew he wouldn’t be seeing the man again after this, when they’d only fucked a couple of times.
He barely knew the man. Christ, he didn’t know him. On the list of things that were important to Ben, Seth ranked lower than zero.
That shouldn’t have been something to get him all pissy either. It was a standard fact known amongst every participant the world over of random hook-ups and one night stands. Just because Seth had never actually done the quick hookup thing before and had that information thrown in front of his eyes, was no reason for him to be…well, behaving the way he was.
