by CE Ricci
I mean, yeah it wasn’t exactly safe, but it was hardly worth the screaming match it caused with Coach and her after we cleaned it up and went back to the two bedrooms that we all slept in.
But that fort, man. It was such a fun night. I can still see the damn thing in my head and fuck if I’m not tempted to build a replica of it now.
Rain doesn’t talk much about his life growing up, but his silent and brooding nature had to stem from something. And while he might keep those stories close to his chest, I can deduce the biggest reason might be his childhood wasn’t all that great. Not filled with the love and laughter like it should’ve been.
Not like mine was, at least until my father decided to practically disown me and divorce my mother because of my sexual orientation in early high school.
Decision made, I start moving the furniture in the living room around, creating the most space I can right in front of the fireplace before I set to work at the hardest part, the draping of about ten sheets and blankets.
By the time I’m finished with that portion of the task, I have to say I’m really fucking pleased with the results. It doesn’t look exactly like the one we made as kids, but I honestly think this one is way better.
And a fuckton safer and more structurally sound too.
It’s gotta be if two twenty-one year old college football players, both well over six foot in height, are planning on spending the night inside there. More than likely fucking at some point as well.
After adding some finishing touches, including all the spare pillows I could find and stringing Christmas lights around the interior, I slip into my room to grab a comforter and a few pillows. I set up the inside of the fort as well in preparation for spending the rest of the night inside it.
It’s not exactly the way I envisioned myself spending New Year’s Eve, but honestly? This might be even better than hitting up the bars and getting plastered out of my mind with the boys.
A night of fun and sex with Rain? I think that’ll always beat going out to get lit.
Giving my handiwork a final once over, I decide the fort is completed to my liking and I can’t help but grin like an idiot in pride. I know there is an extremely high possibility Rain will think it’s stupid, but I don’t care. It’s the thought that counts, and since I can’t paint worth a damn or do anything creative along those lines to cheer his ass up, this is the best I’ve got.
Lying back in the recliner I pushed out of the way to make room for the fort, I pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts in search of Rain’s name.
Me: Come out here, I have a surprise.
I flip the TV on and surf through Netflix, selecting The Witcher because fucking duh, while waiting for his response. It comes about twenty minutes later.
Rain: Can’t. Busy.
Rolling my eyes, I pause the show. I should have expected this response from the beginning. Biting my lip, I try to think of a way to get him to drop everything.
Me: But I’m naked and horny...
That ought to get his ass out here in a hurry.
When my phone dings with an incoming text not more than a minute later, I’m prepared for something witty or dirty. Not what I actually find.
Rain: Again, busy. Later.
Okay, what the actual fuck?
I have half the mind to send him a damn dick pic just to get him out here. I’m bound to have one on my phone somewhere...
Wait.
I shit eating grin spreads across my face as my idea takes hold. There’s no fucking way he’ll be able to resist this.
Unfastening my jeans and slipping them and my underwear down past my ass, I pull myself free. I’m already half-cocked from my idea alone, and it only takes a few languid strokes before my dick is standing at attention, ready to make his first FaceTime debut.
Settling myself into the recliner more, I continue stroking my cock with my left hand, holding out my phone with my right. Propping it up on my knee I tap the video camera icon with my thumb and wait, making sure I’m positioned right for him to get the full effect.
He answers on the fourth ring. He must’ve propped the phone on the nightstand after he accepted the call since the camera is showing him sitting on his bed with his sketchbook in hand from a side angle. He’s still focused on what he’s drawing when he says “River, I told you twice, I’m busy.”
I let out a low chuckle, working my length in view of the camera. “Baby, why don’t you bring that thing out here and draw me instead of whatever nature scene you’ve got going on in there?”
Rain tenses visibly through the camera, his hand pausing it’s movements. “I’m not…” he sighs, bringing the hand holding his pencil up to his head to scratch at his hairline. “Abhainn, can we just do this—” he cuts off abruptly before the word later can leave his lips because that’s the moment his eyes finally lock on the screen of his phone.
Wetting my lips before dragging my teeth over my bottom one, I smirk. “What was that, baby? You wanted to wait til later?” I shake my head slightly as my fist rolls over the tip of my cock, collecting the precum seeping from the blunt tip. His gaze latches onto the movement and I continue, “‘Cause I hate to break it to you, but if I wait much longer, I’m going to have to take care of this solo.”
Rain tosses his sketchpad and pencil on the bed before reaching over to grab his phone. He settles himself in against the headboard, one arm behind his head, amber eyes darkening with lust as they connect with mine.
“You’re that impatient for my dick, huh babe?” he drawls slowly, his eyes moving back down to my cock. “You couldn’t let yourself wait just a little bit longer? And now you’re threatening to finish yourself off without me?”
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I watch him watch me. God, it’s such a turn on, I feel my cock pulse in my hand.
“Cat got your tongue now?” he taunts, a devilish half grin painting his face. “Well, go for it, then. Fuck your fist while I watch you.”
My hand freezes.
Holy shit.
When this idea went through my brain, all I wanted was to get Rain into a better mood by acting like kids again in a fucking blanket fort. I never imagined it would end in FaceTime sex with him just down the hall in his room.
“Lick your hand, River. Get it nice and wet,” he orders, cocking his head slightly, waiting for me to obey.
And, as if I’m in a damn trance, I do. My cock slaps against my abs when I release it. Bringing my hand to my mouth, licking a path up my palm twice, coating it with saliva, all while keeping eye contact with him through the screen. I hear a slight groan from him and catch him shift on the bed, making me smile.
You ready too, baby?
“Wrap your hand around your cock. Imagine it’s my fist. Or better yet, my mouth,” Rain demands, fixated on my hand as I bring it back to my dick, working my length. “I’m teasing you, taunting you. Turning you on so much it’s painful.”
Fuck me. I might have been used to being the more dominant one in bed, even when I bottom, but giving up control to Rain is the most sensual experience of my life.
Every. Fucking. Time.
“I don’t want your mouth or fist,” I pant, feeling a slight tingle in my balls already. “I want to imagine your ass milking my cock as I fuck you.”
A wicked grin appears on his face, showcasing bright white teeth. Pulling his arm from behind his head, he reaches down at the same time he moves his phone out to the side, showing me his hand palming his ridiculous bulge behind his sweatpants.
“That’s going to be tough. Because my cock is going to be milked by your ass later,” he goads seductively, rubbing at his hard-on. “That is, as long as you listen and don’t come until I tell you that you can.”
A moan slips past my throat and my cock throbs in my grip, desperate for release. It’s ready to blow as it is, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on at this pace with his lust-filled voice controlling me and his heated eyes burning holes into me.
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sp; “I’m close,” I tell him. “I’m going to come soon, baby.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, jackknifing up in the bed. “You wait for me.”
My breathing increases rapidly as my hand begins moving in more sporadic and uneven motions. “I can’t stop.”
“River,” Rain hisses, leaning forward as he watches me continuing to fuck my fist. Closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the smooth leather of the chair, my hips start thrusting slightly with each downward stroke I take on my dick.
“River. Open your eyes and look at me, Abhainn.”
Fuck, I love when he speaks in Gaelic to me.
I don’t listen though. My eyes stay glued shut as I jack myself faster, climbing and chasing a release that seems so close, but too far away.
A hand wraps around the one on my cock and my eyes instantly snap open in time to see Rain’s head descend on my length. His warm, silky mouth envelopes me and I groan in pleasure, dropping my phone, both my hands flying to his hair and gripping for dear life. His eyes are closed as he focuses all his attention on bringing me pleasure.
His tongue swirls around the tip of my cock, paying special attention to the sensitive spot under the head, and slipping me back past his lips.
I watch in awe as he licks and sucks my shaft, taking me deeper to the point I touch the back of his throat. He’s never deep throated me before, and goddamn, it might be the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
My balls tighten as a bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine, straight into my brain. I’m about to cum, and right when I go to tell him, his eyes open and meet mine and I fucking lose it at the intensity of his gaze.
My release rockets out of me as Rain drinks down the hot liquid, his throat working to swallow, wringing me completely dry.
Rain pops off my length, giving me one final lick, before rising up and kissing me harshly. The taste of myself on his tongue is intoxicating and somehow I feel ready to go again even though all the semen in my body was just shot out of my dick in the most epic orgasm of my life.
“I thought I told you to wait for me,” he mumbles against my lips, stealing another kiss before rising to stand. I shift my hips, bringing my underwear and pants back into place before standing as well.
“And I thought I told you I couldn’t,” I retort with a smirk. “Clearly, you listen better than I do.”
“Clearly,” he laughs, the decadent sound washing over my body. I would give my left arm to hear it more often. Which is saying something, since I kind of need it to throw a damn football.
“Abhainn, I’ll make you a deal,” he begins, heat from his eyes scorching me. It’s then that I look down and realize his impressive erection tenting his grey sweats. “If you give me five more minutes to finish what I was working on, I will milk your prostate like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. First with my fingers, then my cock.” His head tilts to the side, watching me through a hooded gaze. “Can you give me five more minutes?”
He takes a step away from me, taking my silence as a confirmation, and that’s when my surprise catches his attention.
“What the fuck?” he asks, his brows furrowed. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”
My tongue runs across my bottom lip as I nod, taking a step towards him, gripping his shirt in my fist. “Yeah, it was. Now, baby, since you’re clearly the one who can listen better…” I trail off the taunt, a half smirk teasing my lips. Leaning forward, I lick his jaw, simultaneously grabbing his bulge in my palm, before whispering against his lips. “Get in the fucking blanket fort.”
The fragments of my nightmare pull me from my slumber, and I find myself disoriented when I crack open my eyes. My vision is blurry, but even still, I can tell I’m not in River’s bed.
Oh, right.
The blanket fort.
I tense. I haven’t had a nightmare since the night I found myself crawling into River’s bed last week, my mind begging for an ounce of peace. We’ve spent every night together in his room after that. And for some unknown reason, it seems to keep the nightmares at bay.
It’s as if my demons can’t catch hold of me when he’s around.
Guilt rises in my throat when I think about all the nights I probably kept him awake with my screaming and shouting when we first arrived.
He’s been so fucking good to me, even though I don’t deserve it.
I roll to my side, praying to any God who might answer that I didn’t wake River with my flailing while I rode out the memories that plague me, even in my sleep. It’s still mostly dark, so I know it must’ve been only a couple hours since we fell asleep. Maybe three in the morning. But even in the dark of night, I can usually see him, hear him. Like a patch of brightness in my black reality. A calming melody in my silent world.
He just exists on a different frequency.
Reaching an arm over, I find the blankets beside me empty, but warm.
“Riv?” I call out, my voice hoarse with what I hope is just sleep, and not the remnants of my screams from the horror story in my mind while I’m unconscious.
“I’m here,” he whispers from the entrance of our make-shift fort near my feet. I lift my head to see his shadowy form squatting down in just his underwear. After crawling in beside me, I quickly curl into his side, relishing in the warmth and security his body provides me when his arm is wrapped around me. The hard planes of his muscles mold against mine and I run my fingers over his abs, the pads tracing each individual indentation.
The level of comfort and contentment flowing between us begins to relax my racing heart. It’s all because he’s here, holding me, keeping me safe, even from myself. This is a feeling I can’t imagine living without ever again.
It scares the fuck out of me.
At some point, he became a necessity, even when he was never meant to be anything more than an enemy.
“Where’d you go?”
“To brush my teeth, since I was a little occupied before we went to bed and forgot,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my forehead.
“This late?”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Yeah. You kind of woke me up,” he says slowly. “But it’s okay. I don’t mind.”
Just as I feared.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble into his chest, pressing my cheek into his pec.
Silence settles between us, nothing but the sounds of our breathing and the soft sounds of River’s “Mellow” playlist coming from the Google Home in the kitchen, still playing on a loop from earlier. Just when I think he’s passed back out on me, his soothing voice speaks out again.
“Are you ever going to tell me what the nightmares are about?”
I freeze.
Fuck.
My nightmares have been my affliction since the time I was twelve. It is recurring, coming to haunt me on a regular basis. I think I can count with my fingers the number of times I’ve slept in peace without them.
Seven of them were this past week, with him.
And then when I was eighteen, after a night I wish I could forget, a new nightmare began to torment my dreams. The night I watched my friend Deacon die, overdosing on the very drug that ran my life for years.
So they take turns now, and I never know which will rear its ugly head on any given night.
I take a deep breath, inhaling his scent, to put me back at ease.
I’ve told this story, my story, twice.
Once to a person I trusted with my life, but no longer have a relationship with.
Once to a person who betrayed me in the worst way possible.
And somehow, I find myself opening my mouth, and my soul, to spill one of my darkest secrets to man beside me.
“I was nine and a half the first time my stepfather molested me,” I say softly. So quiet, if Riv wasn’t right next to me, he would have missed my admission. It would have drowned beneath the sounds of The Fray’s “You Found Me” playing faintly from the speaker.
He tenses as he processes the words, but quickly relaxe
s and begins to run his fingers through my hair. The desire to nuzzle into his contact shoots through me, but if I don’t get this out now, I never fucking will. I take a deep breath and continue. “At first it was just hand jobs. He would jack me off, then make me do the same to him. That wasn’t so bad. It’s not like I was old enough to understand what was happening. Though, soon enough, I did know better. Yet he wanted more, no matter how wrong it was. He wanted me to put my mouth on him, and vice versa.”
I bite my lip, trying to fight back the tears burning my eyes. “I was ten the first time I tasted cum.”
“Rain—” River starts, but I shake my head, dislodging his fingers from my hair. It distracts him enough to let me continue.
“He was satisfied enough with that for about another year or so. But as time went on, his fingers began wandering while he blew me. Together, we learned I loved having my prostate milked well before I hit puberty. Something I shouldn’t have discovered for another four or five years at the very least.”
I pause to inhale River’s masculine scent of citrus and salt as he begins drawing patterns with the pads of his index and middle fingers across my forehead, smoothing out the frown lines I’m sure are present. I can’t help but relish how it sets me at ease, even in this moment.
If only for a moment.
My throat seizes, knowing the words that’ll come next. Words I can never take back once they are spoken.
“For my twelfth birthday, my gift was a cock in my ass for the first time. I tried to get him to stop, of course. It was in vain, though, since I was still really small at that age and couldn’t do much about it. Only beg and plead. I never really stood a chance. He bent me over, handcuffed to the footboard of his and my mother’s bed, and fucked me raw.”
My jaw ticks and I keep pushing the words out, focusing on the sound of River’s deep breaths beside me. “God, did it fucking hurt. Sure, he worked up to it with his fingers. But I was twelve, for fuck’s sake. And it wasn’t long after, maybe a week or two, when he made me fuck him, too.” I let out a humorless laugh. “I liked that a lot more than taking it. At least I could fuck him hard and fast, attempt to make him feel a fraction of the pain he caused me. And what do you know? As if I couldn’t possibly loathe myself anymore, I actually got off on it.” My voice cracks without permission on the last couple words.