My Forever

by Nikki McCoy

  He grasped the young man’s pelvis and ground it against his rock-hard erection, grunting at the jolt of arousal that shot up his spine. Sucking in Kyle’s questing tongue, he bit the tip gently before plunging in, seeking out every crevice he could reach inside the hot mouth. It tasted of the sweet aromas that filled the air with a faint touch of pumpkin.

  Lucas’ cock pulsed and jumped when Kyle threaded his fingers through his short hair and increased the urgency of their kiss. It was then Lucas realised the man was trying to prove a point. He prided himself on being able to spot a submissive or dominant out of a crowd, and this behaviour was far beyond what he deduced came naturally to Kyle.

  With a Herculean amount of effort, he pulled Kyle back and saw his suspicions confirmed. That initial spark of anger smouldered in the sea-green depths of the man’s eyes, affirming his display of defiance.

  Breathing heavily, Lucas rasped, “What brought that on?”

  “I’m not a kid,” Kyle said sternly, his lowered eyelids belying his sudden bravado. “I haven’t been a virgin in years and I can take care of myself.”

  Lucas’ heart constricted as he recalled cleaning the thin lines of dried blood trailing from Kyle’s anus to his inner thighs. The idea that Kyle had been subjected to rape, abuse, and who knew what else all to keep his brother happy and stay off the streets brought out his killer instincts, but he tamped them down. Kyle’s aggression was born of insecurity, and the last thing the man needed was someone else making the decisions in his life.

  Carefully, Lucas grazed a thumb over Kyle’s lips. “You’re right. You’re not a kid. I didn’t mean to imply that you can’t take care of yourself. I guess when you get to be as old as I am, anyone younger seems like a kid.”

  Kyle grinned coyly and tilted his head to the side. “You can’t be older than thirty.”

  Add on a few centuries and he was damn close. “Be that as it may, I’m still a dirty old man and if you don’t get off of me, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”

  Green eyes lightened with knowledge and the little imp pressed his crotch forwards before sliding back to the other side of the couch. Lucas clenched his eyes shut and adjusted his aching hard-on, trying to erase the imprint that Kyle’s stiff cock had left against his.

  “My mom.”

  “What?” Lucas sat up and rubbed his face to regain some composure, trying to decide if he was strong enough to sit through the meal without taking a cold shower.

  “My mom taught me how to cook. Not this, exactly,” Kyle gestured with his fork to the food in his lap, “but how to make anything taste good. It’s all about instincts, you know?” He took a bite and chewed, face hidden behind a mass of reddish locks. “She told me once that no matter how many times you cook the same dish, it will always be different because it’s a reflection of your mood and where you are in life. I think…I think she would have been okay with me being gay.”

  It wasn’t a question, and yet Kyle looked over, silently pleading for confirmation.

  Lucas cleared his throat, taken aback by the mixture of wisdom and vulnerability in the young man next to him. “It sounds like your mother was a very smart woman. Did she pass away?”

  Kyle returned his gaze to his plate, shovelling another bite into his mouth. His nod was almost imperceptible. Lucas wasn’t sure what to say. He’d only known his own mother for the first ten years of his life before he’d been sent away for training. His people didn’t place the same values on family structure as humans, but Kyle was hurting and that pained him more than he was willing to admit.

  “I’m sure she would have loved you no matter what.”

  The small man slanted him a brief, appreciative smile that let him know he’d said the right thing. They ate the rest of their meal quietly, the soft sounds of classical music drifting in the air providing a soothing filler. The timer on the oven went off just as Lucas scraped the last morsel from his plate. Kyle gathered the dishes and left to get the dessert, coming back a few minutes later with two saucers and a tub of whipped cream.

  Oh, he could so get used to being pampered like this.

  Kyle added a dollop of cream to each piece of pumpkin pie, then handed one to Lucas. The first bite melted in his mouth and he groaned as though in the throes of ecstasy. Kyle let out a peal of laughter that was more satisfying than the delicious concoction in his mouth.

  “This is amazing. Did you make it from scratch?”

  Kyle giggled. “Nah. We’d need real pumpkins for that. I just added in a few extra spices.”

  Lucas moaned around another bite. “Keep cooking like this and I’ll have to give you another raise.” The blush in Kyle’s cheeks was so adorable, he didn’t think twice about reaching out and feathering his thumb along one delicate cheekbone. Blood pooled to his groin and his forgotten arousal bloomed to life when the other man leaned into his touch instead of flinching away.

  Kyle’s bruises had faded significantly, leaving only small streaks of red and purple along the undersides of his eyes. Lucas longed to erase them—to restore what he was sure had once been an adventurous and confident heart—but Kyle needed more than he could offer. He needed a lover who could devote his life to him…without endangering him.

  Reluctantly, he took his hand away and finished his pie. When Kyle moved to clear the dishes, he stopped him with a hand on his wrist and tugged him towards the bedroom. “I’ll clean those up. You’ve had a long enough day as it is. Let’s take care of your back so you can get some rest.”

  Lucas went into the bathroom to retrieve the Bacitracin while Kyle stripped down. This had become their nightly ritual to care for his wounds, but the sight of Kyle’s naked body spread out over the comforter was getting harder and harder to resist. Fortunately, only a few more applications of the topical cream would be needed to ensure infection didn’t set in.

  Lucas took a deep breath and massaged his hard length again, trying to ease the congestion of blood. He settled on the bed beside Kyle and started on his shoulders, smearing the ointment lightly over each laceration.

  “Lucas?” Kyle twisted his neck to peer over his shoulder.

  Lucas shifted, bringing his knees together to hide the erection straining against the front of his pants. “Yeah?”

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “You can ask me anything, ki…Kyle. What’s up?”

  Kyle’s eyes flitted around nervously. After several convulsive swallows, he spoke in a small voice. “I want to please you. But I also wanted to please Craig. Does that mean I’m some kind of sicko and liked everything else about the relationship I had with him?”

  He paused, not sure where the young man was going with this. “What do you mean?”

  Hooking an elbow under him, Kyle rested his head on his palm. It left his half-mast, slim cock exposed to Lucas’ view. Hastily averting his gaze, he sought out Kyle’s face and found his eyes locked on the man’s moist, parted lips.

  “I liked serving Craig. I even liked it when he…when he spanked me sometimes, in the beginning. He said I was a pain slut. That I needed discipline. I wanted to make him happy, but there were so many rules. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

  “That doesn’t make you sick, Kyle. That makes you a submissive. It sounds like Craig tried to make you his slave.”

  Kyle lowered his eyes, his long lashes fanning over his cheeks, contrasting with his pale skin. “I want to serve you, though. And I want you to spank me.” Beseeching, green eyes met his. “Does that make me a monster for wanting that after what Craig did to me?”

  Lucas threw the tube down and gathered Kyle into his arms. “No, sweetness, that doesn’t make you a monster. There’s nothing wrong with mixing pleasure and pain. Craig took it too far, and he’s lucky I didn’t kill him for that.” He realised his slip when Kyle gasped, but he wouldn’t take it back. It was the truth.

  Kyle wriggled his body around so that he was laying on his back, staring up at Lucas openly, a combination of adoration a
nd hope on his face. “So it’s okay that I want you? Even after what he did to me?”

  Lucas gulped audibly. Every reason he’d constructed in his mind over the past week to keep his dick in his pants scattered as Kyle timidly sat up and brushed his soft lips along his. It was no ploy for sex or instant gratification. Lucas knew without a doubt that with a single word of rejection, he could crush the man’s frail hold on his self-worth. It added a measure of responsibility he’d never known could exist in a relationship, and one that scared him more than death itself.

  But he also knew that he wanted to be the one to grant Kyle his wish. The man craved the kind of assurance only a lover and a friend could give, and damned if Lucas was going to pass that responsibility on to another who might hurt Kyle for his innocence. His decision came easily and with no little amount of joy. Taking the lead, he delved into Kyle’s mouth, pressing his slight frame back so that it was pinned between the mattress and his much larger build.

  Lucas trailed kisses down the cut of Kyle’s smooth jaw, nibbling on the muscles that stretched taut as Kyle arched his neck. He skimmed his hands along the narrow chest beneath him, finding the twin nubs of flesh softer than the tight skin that stretched the length of Kyle’s chest. Tweaking both nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, he captured the man’s startled gasp with his mouth. Kyle’s sweet breath rushed into him in fast pants as he continued his assault.

  He pinched the sensitive nipples harder and growled when Kyle’s hips jerked up, jarring their cocks together and sending a shock of electricity through his blood. Frustrated by the layer of clothing that separated them, Lucas drew back and divested himself of his shirt and pants. When his engorged cock sprang free, he almost came at the sight of Kyle licking his lips in anticipation.

  Moving forwards between Kyle’s legs, he nudged them apart then raised them so that they rested atop his thighs. Kyle’s cock was thin but long and fully erect, jutting out from a nest of glossy, auburn curls. He took it in a firm grasp and pumped rapidly, teasing several drops of pre-cum from the tip. Kyle bucked and moaned, his hands involuntarily flying to Lucas’ grip on him. Lucas grabbed both wrists with his free hand and stretched them high above Kyle’s head, denying him access to his throbbing member.

  “What do you want, little one?”

  Kyle’s chest heaved, his eyes feverish with arousal and a trace of uncertainty, but he didn’t pull away from Lucas’ hold. “I want to please you.”

  He added more pressure with both hands, leaning on Kyle’s wrists while clutching the base of his cock in an unyielding grip. “This isn’t about me. Tell me what you want.”

  Kyle shook his head, tears brimming on thick lashes. “I…I…”

  I want to please you, his eyes begged.

  The ingrained need for this young man to please his lover was written all over his face. Lucas’ heart broke even as his cock swelled further at the sight of Kyle’s tears. He’d always taken sadistic pleasure in bringing his partners to the point of breaking, but this was different. He wanted to show Kyle that love was not a one-sided affair.

  Slowly, he released Kyle’s wrists and brought his mouth back down to his slender chest, licking and nipping downwards until the head of the man’s pulsing prick touched his cheek. In one swift move, he engulfed Kyle’s cock and swallowed it nearly to the root. With a loud cry, Kyle’s body arched, involuntarily pushing more of his length to the back of Lucas’ throat. Lucas clasped the narrow pelvis and held it down as he sucked tightly on his way up, swiping the tip of his tongue across the weeping slit on the head.

  Kyle’s whimpers turned to loud cries and gasps as Lucas took him all the way to the hilt again and again, pinching just beneath the head with his lips and occasionally biting with his teeth.

  “I’m going to c-come, please!”

  “Come for me,” Lucas growled. He pumped Kyle’s length then took him deep again, working the muscles in the back of his throat around the man’s head until hot streams of cum shot into his mouth. Gulping them down and drawing every last drop into him, he felt charged by the sobs that shuddered through Kyle’s petite frame. Lucas’ body was on fire. He had to possess the lithe creature under him, to dominate him and make him submit.

  Lucas reached over to the nightstand and yanked the drawer open so hard it came off one of the tracks. He fumbled for then found the bottle of lube and the condoms he kept in there. After sheathing himself, he squeezed the liquid into his palm then tossed the bottle aside in order to slick his hard cock before using the remaining oil to lubricate Kyle’s entrance. Kyle moaned and closed his eyes, causing two tears to stream down his temples. Lucas bent forwards to catch one on the tip of his tongue while pressing a finger into Kyle’s puckered hole.

  “Damn, you’re so tight,” he gritted through clenched teeth. He inserted another finger and scissored them, trying to stretch the taut entrance as fast as possible. His cock was ready to burst but he wanted to be inside that delectable ass before he came. Adding a third finger, he twisted them around and knew he’d found Kyle’s prostate when the man writhed on the bed, trembling and whimpering in abandon.

  “Are you ready for me, baby? I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”

  Glazed eyes opened wide and Kyle nodded his head frantically.

  “I don’t want to hurt you. Turn over for me.” Lucas pulled his fingers away and helped Kyle roll onto his stomach. He lifted the man’s pert little ass into the air, growling in approval as Kyle tugged his legs under him, curling into a ball with his behind high in the air. Lining up his cock, he used every ounce of willpower he contained to ease his way in with care. He knew he was big and hadn’t fully prepared Kyle to take his girth.

  Inch by torturous inch, he slid into Kyle’s warm sheath, watching for signs of distress. When half of his length was buried, Kyle charged back, taking him in fully. They both gasped in shock and he gripped Kyle’s hips in a fierce hold.

  “What are you doing? You’ll tear yourself open.” Lucas held him still, feeling his cock throb in the channel that threatened to take away his control.

  Kyle twisted his head around. “It hurts, but it feels good. Is that okay?”

  Lucas wanted to laugh at the man’s spunk, but the insecurity on Kyle’s face tempered his humour. “It’s okay, but you have to let me lead. I don’t want to damage you.”

  An emotion flickered in Kyle’s eyes but he ducked his head before Lucas could ascertain what it was. In slow, strong thrusts, he began to pound into the hole that gripped him mercilessly. The soft groans and gasps from Kyle gradually increased in volume and intensity until he thought he might come from them alone. Angling the hips in his grasp so that he pegged Kyle’s prostate with each thrust, he strengthened his strokes, hammering into the hot channel, giving it no choice but to accept his invasion.

  His balls drew up tight against his body and a tingling sensation raced down his spine, urging him to pound harder. Kyle cried out his name and the muscles in his ass clenched around Lucas’ cock, milking his orgasm from him in long, strangling pulls. His explosion burst through him, taking over, and it was all he could do to keep himself grounded by the bruising grip he had on Kyle’s thighs.

  Lights exploded beneath his clamped lids and what felt like a chunk of his soul was wrenched away, only to be replaced with a searing torrent of emotions so intense, his arms and legs collapsed, leaving him weak and gasping for air.

  His loins rocked of their own accord, his cock still spewing its seed and filling the condom buried in the demanding hole that surrounded it. It was too much and not enough all at once. His head reeled with new sensations and his limbs quaked with adrenaline. He could feel his mind begin to fade in a losing battle with consciousness, but a persistent, niggling feeling held him afloat.

  Kyle moaned beneath him and he jerked upright, afraid he’d opened the wounds in his negligence. Skimming his hands over the small body, he breathed a sigh of relief when they came away clear of blood.

  Something had
happened. A vital change had taken place, as though a part of him had been ripped away and replaced with an alien entity. It wasn’t painful. In fact, he’d never felt more energised and sexually invigorated, but the implication of it terrified him to the very core of his being.

  “Kyle?”

  The young man rolled over to his side, stretching lazily, and blinked open eyes filled with bewilderment. Happiness kindled in Lucas’ chest and spread throughout his body, flushing his senses. It clashed with his own sudden flare of panic.

  Kyle frowned and touched his knee lightly. “Is something wrong?”

  That depends entirely on you, Lucas thought.

  Emerald eyes widened and Kyle scrambled away, coming to a halt only when his back hit the headboard.

  “Kyle, can you hear me?”

  Lucas felt the breath expel from his lungs in a rush as Kyle hesitantly nodded his head. Anger swept in and he jumped from the bed, tugging on his short hair painfully in an effort to regain focus. “What the hell did you do?” he snarled.

  “N-nothing,” Kyle stammered.

  Lucas whirled around, taking a threatening step towards the cowering man. “Nothing? You can hear my thoughts, damn it.” The joy he’d felt moments ago evaporated in the wake of his anger and distress. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

  Tears welled in Kyle’s eyes and he scurried from the bed, nearly falling over his feet as he snatched his pants from the ground then ran from the room. Lucas threw the condom into the trash and yanked on his own pants before giving chase.

  “Kyle!” he shouted. He caught the man’s arm just as he ran through the front door and pulled him back inside, a little too roughly. Kyle fell against the wall of the foyer and cried out, knees collapsing under him until he was curled into a ball with arms raised over his head in protection. Pain and fear thrummed through Lucas, causing bile to rise in his throat.

  Remorse rivalled the unbidden emotions streaming through him. “Baby, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” He sat on his haunches and reached for Kyle who flinched and hunched his shoulders further. It was a struggle to disentangle his feelings from that of the frightened man crouching before him and even harder to calm his frenzied nerves. If his suspicions were correct, Kyle could feel his emotions as clearly as he could hear Lucas’ thoughts.