Delevan

by Catherine Lievens

  Keenan stopped moving. He was crying, and Blair reached up to dry his cheeks. “A doll?” he asked, his voice trembling.

  “Yeah. He put it in Delevan’s bed, and Delevan thought I was making out with it. We decided to get revenge, but I didn’t think anyone would think he was dead. It’s... just a doll. Really.”

  Keenan slumped against Blair only to jerk back and slap him. Blair winced and let go of Keenan, touching his cheek while Jonah tried to calm Keenan down and the rest of the people in the kitchen started talking again.

  Then Nysys came in, and chaos started again.

  He stopped as soon as he noticed the doll and grimaced, but before he could say anything, Keenan jumped on him, clinging to him like a monkey and yelling, “I thought you were dead! I thought you were dead!”

  Nysys almost toppled backward, but Dominic was there, a hand on Nysys’ back. He arched a brow at Blair and Blair looked away. He really hadn’t meant to create problems.

  “What’s going on here?” Dominic asked.

  Nysys screeched and pointed at the doll. “What have you done to me?” He looked around, found Blair, and narrowed his eyes at him. “You!”

  Blair held his hands up in surrender. “You were the one who started it.”

  “I just put it on your bed!”

  “And Delevan thought I was cheating on him with you!”

  Nysys made an indignant sound. “Me and you? Puh-lease. You’re not my type.”

  “Yeah, well, he still thought that.”

  “Where is he?”

  “I’m here,” Delevan said as he stepped next to Blair and wrapped his arm around Blair’s waist.

  Nysys eyed the gesture—of course he did. “See? Doesn’t look like he took it seriously to me.”

  “I had to get him to touch the damn thing before he really believed me!” Blair protested. “And who the fuck would buy a giant doll of himself and put it in someone else’s bed?”

  Everyone in the room was looking alternatively at Blair and Nysys, so now they all waited for Nysys’ answer.

  He shrugged. “I didn’t buy it to prank people.”

  “Why did you buy it, then? It’s creepy!”

  Nysys grinned, completely unrepentant. “It’s a sex toy.”

  Blair gaped, as did everyone else in the kitchen. “A sex toy?”

  “Yeah. I thought Morin would appreciate it, but then you decided to be an ass so I dumped it in your bed.”

  Blair eyed the doll. “So what, you’ve had sex with it? Like, you had sex with yourself?”

  “No! It’s for Morin, not for me.”

  “So Morin had sex with it?”

  Nysys shook his head. “It’s new, okay? No one ever had sex with it. It’s a virgin. And what the fuck did you do to the poor thing? What’s it wearing? And beer? Really?”

  Now that the drama was over, most people were filtering out of the kitchen, leaving their plates on the counter. Blair started putting them in the dishwasher, and Delevan helped while Nysys moaned about the clothes and the hat his doll was wearing.

  The only ones who stayed in the kitchen were Nysys, Keenan, Jonah, Dominic, Delevan, and Blair, and they all worked together to clean up—except for Nysys, who was undressing the doll and doing its hair. It was a weird thing to watch, so Blair focused on his self-imposed job instead.

  “So, a sex toy?” Keenan asked. “You didn’t tell me about it.”

  “I was going to after giving it to Morin,” Nysys answered.

  “What does it do?”

  “Nothing. It’s a doll.”

  “So why’s it a sex toy?”

  “Well, you can change his dick. I have three of them, soft, half-hard, and rock-hard. You can also fuck his a—”

  “Nysys,” Dominic growled, and Nysys snapped his mouth shut for all of two seconds, then he started whispering loudly to Keenan again.

  “Fuck him, you know?”

  “Really? And is his dick, you know, yours? Like, did they take a mold or something?”

  “Nah. I just had to go there and let them take pictures of me.”

  “You let them take pictures of you naked?”

  “Sure. Why not?”

  “You’re weird.”

  “You’re one to talk. Didn’t you buy—”

  “Children,” Dominic chided them. “I’m going to go back to my office, and I don’t want to hear any of you fought. Understood?”

  Nysys and Keenan nodded, but Keenan scowled at Blair anyway. Blair sighed. His evening was shot to hell, and he had no one to blame but himself.

  * * * *

  Blair looked like someone had kicked his puppy, and Delevan had a hard time not laughing. Keenan was still shooting daggers at them with his eyes, but for some reason, he’d decided Blair was mainly to blame, so he was the one getting the dirty looks and whispers. Nysys, well, he was petting his doll’s hair, and the sight was enough to make the laughter disappear from Delevan. Watching it was weird as fuck.

  He leaned against Blair’s side and kissed his cheek, then whispered in his ear, “How about we go upstairs?”

  Blair shivered and looked at Delevan. “You’re tired?”

  “Not really.”

  “Then why do you want to go upstairs already?”

  Delevan cocked his head and waited for Blair to get with the program. Blair’s eyes widened when he finally got it, and he nodded. “Uh, sure, we can go. But I thought it was too soon, I mean, we haven’t talked about anything, and you did think I was cheating on you with Nysys earlier.”

  Delevan shook his head. “We can talk all you want in our room, okay? At least that way we won’t have to bear Keenan watching you like he’s planning to kill you in your sleep.”

  Blair sighed. “I really didn’t think someone would think Nysys was dead.”

  “Neither did I. I’m not too worried about those two, though. They’ll get over it. They’ve gotten over worse. You’ll see, you’re going to remember the days they won’t talk to you with fondness when you can’t shake them off your ass in a few weeks.”

  Delevan took Blair’s hand and dragged him toward the door. He paused next to Nysys and Keenan. “We’re sorry about what happened, but you guys should remember this the next time you decide to prank someone. Not everyone just lies down and takes it.”

  “It wasn’t funny,” Keenan protested.

  “It was. Just because you reacted badly to it doesn’t mean it wasn’t. Blair and I didn’t think anyone would think Nysys was dead, just that he was drunk. At least I didn’t make Morin think Nysys was cheating on him, and I could have.” He gave Nysys a pointed glance, and Nysys looked appropriately repentant. It didn’t mean he really was sorry, but it was something.

  “Sorry I made you think Blair and I had a thing,” he said, looking at the floor. He looked like a kid being scolded for stealing cookies from the cookie jar, and he was adorable. Not that Delevan would ever tell him that, of course.

  He just nodded. “You’re forgiven, as long as you forgive Blair and me.”

  Nysys looked up. “Yeah, sure.”

  Keenan crossed his arms on his chest. “Well, I’m not forgiving him so easily.”

  Nysys bumped their shoulders together. “Of course you are. You know you would have found this funny if it hadn’t been my doll.”

  Keenan grumbled, but he nodded. “Yeah, it would have been hilarious. Hey, maybe we could get a Dominic doll.”

  Delevan shuddered at the idea and pulled Blair out of the room. He didn’t want to hear what those two were up to, especially not if it involved a life-sized sex toy of his father. Blair seemed to read his mind because he laughed, and Delevan pushed him against the entrance wall. Blair’s eyes widened, but Delevan kissed him before he could protest.

  Blair went slack against Delevan, letting him hold up his weight, and Delevan did so with pleasure. He was used to being with smaller guys, and he loved how he and Blair fit perfectly together, thei
r eyes and mouths almost at the same level, their groins pressing together without Delevan having to fold his knees or put himself into weird positions.

  Blair wrapped his arms around Delevan’s neck and held on. The kiss was hard and hot, and Delevan wished he could shimmer them to a bed like Nysys could. He couldn’t, though, so he moved back, but only his lips. He kept the rest of his body pressed against Blair’s, smiling at the sight Blair was in front of him.

  His cheeks were flushed, his eyes closed, and he was breathing heavily. It took him a few seconds before he said, “I thought this evening had gone to hell.”

  Delevan nuzzled Blair’s jaw with his nose and kissed the side of his throat. “Mmm, why should it have?”

  Blair shivered and Delevan smiled against his skin. “Because of what happened with Keenan and the doll.”

  “You’ll learn soon enough to ignore the terrible twos’ antics. They get in trouble so often that if you let it influence your life, it’d always be a disaster.”

  Blair nodded. “Yeah, okay. So does that mean you’re still up for our evening?”

  Delevan nipped at Blair’s neck and Blair jolted against him. He tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck to Delevan, and Delevan couldn’t resist biting down again, harder this time. It still wasn’t hard enough to break skin, and his teeth were still human, but he could feel his gums tingle, and he knew what that meant. His lion wanted to come out and claim their mate, and Delevan was up for it.

  If Blair had been smaller, Delevan would have scooped him up and carried him upstairs, but as it was, he had to satisfy himself with taking his hand and dragging him away. They almost ran up the stairs and down the hallway, but when they finally entered Delevan’s suite, Blair paused. He closed the door and leaned against it to look at Delevan.

  Delevan smirked and took his T-shirt off. He flung it on the couch and leaned against the wall opposite the door, hissing slightly when his back hit the cool surface. “What’s wrong?”

  Blair was staring at Delevan’s nipples, and he shook his head when Delevan asked him that question. “Nothing.”

  “Why did you stop, then?”

  “I think we should talk about what we’re about to do and who will be doing what.”

  “I thought it was obvious.”

  Blair smiled. “Well, yeah, it’s obvious we’re going to have sex, but are we going to mate? I don’t want to bite you only to have you try to push me away because you’re not ready or you don’t want to mate with me.”

  Delevan pushed away from the wall and prowled toward Blair. He stopped in front of him, close enough that he could feel Blair’s warmth, but not close enough to actually to touch him. He leaned forward, and like before, he let his breath bathe Blair’s skin as he whispered, “You can bite me all you want, Blair. I know what I want, and I want you.”

  Blair shuddered and swallowed heavily. “So you want to be my mate?”

  “I already am.”

  “I mean, you want us to bond?”

  Delevan leaned forward a tiny bit more. “Yes. After you bite me, I’ll fuck you deep and hard, until you’ll plead with me to bite you, and when I do it, you’ll come on my cock.” Blair swallowed again and Delevan flicked his tongue on Blair’s lobe. “Is that all right with you?”

  Blair nodded.

  “You sure? Or do you want to be the one to fuck me?”

  “I... another time. Right now, I need you to fuck me like you promised me.”

  Delevan leaned away and tried to read Blair’s expression. It was full of lust and want, and Delevan was on board with that. “Is this your first time?”

  Blair frowned. “What first time?”

  “The first time you bottom?”

  Blair chuckled. “No. I didn’t keep myself pure for you, Del.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  Blair leaned forward and kissed Delevan’s cheek. “I know, and no, it’s not my first time. It doesn’t happen often, and I have to do with toys when I want to, but it’s not the first time.” His voice lowered. “I want you, Del. Want you to take me, want you to fuck me until I come untouched. You think you’re up for it?”

  Delevan suddenly didn’t care about the fact that Blair was as tall as he was. He leaned forward, hooked an arm around Blair’s knees, and hauled him up onto his shoulder. Blair squeaked and scrambled to get a hold on Delevan, conveniently ending up grabbing Delevan’s ass cheeks.

  Delevan slapped Blair’s ass and growled. “Next time, Blair. Now you’re mine.”

  * * * *

  Blair didn’t particularly enjoy dirty talk and usually felt ridiculous using it, but he couldn’t deny the results were everything he wanted and more. Delevan had gone from sweet and almost hesitant to domineering, but not too much, and Blair loved it.

  He squeezed the firm ass cheeks he was still holding onto, wondering if Delevan was going to slap him again, but instead he was hauled up and dumped on the bed.

  The breath whooshed out of his lungs as his back hit the mattress, and before he had time to get it back, Delevan’s hands were already at his waist, pushing his T-shirt up and opening the button of his jeans.

  Blair helped as much as he could, lifting his ass so Delevan could slide his jeans down his legs, sitting up and taking his T-shirt off as Delevan threw his jeans somewhere in the room and opened his.

  When his T-shirt finally cleared his face, Blair’s mouth went dry at the sight that greeted him. Delevan was pushing his jeans down his legs. The blond hair on his legs caught the light as he straightened, and he was wearing a skimpy slip of underwear that couldn’t be big enough to cover his entire ass. Blair wanted him to turn around to check, but then the idea that Delevan wore something like that when he swam hit him and he groaned.

  Delevan stopped moving, his thumbs hooked on both sides of his underwear. “Something wrong?”

  “No. Just thinking about you in a swimming suit.”

  Delevan grinned. “You should come watch me when I swim sometimes. I have use of the trainers’ changing room, and it’s usually empty.”

  “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

  “Mmm, if you’re thinking sex at the pool, yeah, I am.”

  “Can we talk about this after you’ve fucked me? You’re distracting me.”

  Delevan grinned and pushed his underwear down his thighs.

  Blair didn’t look away, because why should he? They were about to mate, and he’d get to ogle the gorgeous man in front of him for the rest of his life.

  He felt a brief pang of worry, because he knew he and Delevan were different, and he didn’t know if Delevan liked what he was seeing. Delevan was a blond god, tall, with broad shoulders and long muscles. Blair wasn’t exactly scrawny, but he was definitely slighter than Delevan, even though they were the same height.

  He shrugged and pushed his underwear down his legs, shaking his foot to get rid of it, and from the look in Delevan’s eyes, he liked what he saw. It made Blair feel better, and he opened his arms “So? What’s holding you up? I’m waiting.”

  Delevan growled, and damn, Blair hadn’t thought his mate had it in him. Delevan had been sweet and understanding until now, even hesitant and unsure. All traces of that were gone, and what was left was a man who knew what he wanted and who was about to get it.

  Blair smirked at his mate and opened his legs, putting himself on display. Delevan growled again, but instead of jumping on Blair, he walked around the bed and yanked open the drawer of his nightstand. He pulled on it so hard that the drawer slid completely out and banged on the floor, some of its contents spilling out.

  They both looked at it and Blair laughed. Delevan leaned forward, exposing his ass, and Blair couldn’t resist the call. He reached forward and skimmed a hand down Delevan’s right cheek, enjoying the way it flexed under his palm.

  He teased Delevan’s hole with the tip of one finger, but before he could decide if he wanted to take
that further or wait for next time, Delevan straightened and twirled around. He didn’t look angry, but rather like he was about to eat Blair up, and Blair was all for it.

  Delevan stretched next to Blair on the bed and opened the lube Blair hadn’t noticed he was holding. He squirted some on his fingers and looked at Blair in question. Blair opened his legs wider, and Delevan grinned. He reached down and pushed a finger inside Blair. Blair stiffened and Delevan pressed his forehead against Blair’s shoulder. “Sorry. Tell me if I hurt you. I just... I’m not sure I can do this slowly.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “It’s our first time.”

  “So? We’ll have plenty of slow times. I don’t want slow right now, especially after what you told me.”

  Delevan added a second finger, and while it hurt, Blair loved it. It wasn’t the pain he enjoyed, although there was an edge to it, to the way it morphed in pleasure when Delevan moved his fingers that made it more than worth it. No, what he enjoyed was the feeling of fullness, of knowing it was Delevan who was making him feel that way. “Come on, Del. Fuck me.”

  Delevan shook his head and continued moving his fingers. Blair growled and pushed up, climbing on top of Delevan, grabbing his dick, holding it up and sinking onto it before Delevan could protest.

  Delevan gripped Blair’s thighs almost too hard, and Blair whimpered at the double pinch of pain. Now that he was sinking onto Delevan’s cock, that Delevan’s dick was inside him, he realized he should have listened to his mate and waited a bit longer. He closed his eyes and swallowed, knowing he was frowning.

  Delevan noticed it and tried to push him up, but Blair shook his head and pushed down instead, gritting his teeth until he was sitting on Delevan’s thighs, Delevan’s dick deep inside his ass.

  Delevan didn’t say anything. Blair was grateful his mate didn’t try to make him move or to tell him he’d been right.

  Blair shifted his ass. It didn’t hurt as much anymore, and he opened his eyes. Delevan was looking at him, the heat almost gone from his eyes, and Blair hated it. He rose and sank down again, loving the way Delevan bit on his lower lip. “So? I thought you were going to fuck me until I came on your cock?”