by Lily Morton
He shakes his head before holding tight to the base of my dick, studying me intensely. “Can you be still? Because I’m not doing this and hurting you.”
“I can,” I say.
The words echo in the room like a vow. His lip twitches before he lies on his front, pressing into the mattress and shoving gently at my legs. He helps me spread them, and then I close my eyes and pant out a gasping breath as he nuzzles my balls before taking each one in his mouth and sucking gently.
Meanwhile, his hand continues to jack me, his fist a tight grasp. He lets my balls go and nuzzles into the space behind them. His tongue roots into that space, pressing firmly before licking up my taint and kissing my hole. He plays there for a second, and I cry out as he licks over the wrinkled opening, giving it soft suckling kisses.
I force open my eyes. He’s lying full length on the bed as he licks me. His arse cheeks clench and release, and I realise that he’s rubbing his cock against the mattress. The thought rushes through me like lightning that he’s turned on. From what he’s said before, he’s always viewed sex as a transaction. To see him taking his pleasure honestly is so hot.
“Oh God,” I breathe out. “Blue.”
He pulls away, moving up onto his elbows. “Cock’s getting dry,” he mutters, and I watch, fascinated, as he spits on my cock and uses it as lube to fist the length. We stare at each other for a long second.
“Why am I the only one naked?” I finally say hoarsely.
He studies me, those wolf eyes very intent, before a smile dawns. It’s like the sun coming out. I grin as he levers off the bed and strips off his T-shirt. I don’t even try to hide my ogling. He’s lean and I can still see his ribs, but his shoulders are wide and his arms taut with muscle.
He smiles at me, and I clutch the base of my cock.
“Really?” he says.
“I’ll go off if you even look at me funny, so get undressed quickly.”
He cocks his head, and then his long fingers unbuckle his belt. I swallow hard at the musical jangling and watch in a riveted silence as he undoes the buttons on his jeans. He slides them off his narrow hips, and then he’s standing there in just a pair of blue briefs. They cling to his body, barely containing his cock which is pushing up, the head peeping over the waistband. His pelvic muscles are clearly defined, and he watches me intently before slowly slipping his underwear off. It falls to the floor in a small fabric puddle.
For a long few seconds he stands there lit by the golden glow of the lamps. His skin is the colour of cream and shines in the light, and his cock is hard. It’s slender but long and throbbing visibly, the blunt head an angry red colour and slick with pre-come.
Then he stalks towards me, and I gulp as he lowers himself over me. He hovers there, his arms supporting his weight so that only our cocks touch. It hits me like an electric shock, and I arch up towards him. And then I subside with a pained groan as every bone in my body seems to protest.
“Exactly,” he says smugly. “That’s not going to happen, Levi. This is not a team sport tonight. You’re going to stay very still.”
I run my hand over his chest, feeling the smooth silk of his skin underneath my fingertips. I trace his tight stomach muscles, trailing down to his pelvis and the skin there which is as taut as a drum. Then I stroke over his cock, tracing the veins with a soft touch. He shudders under my fingers and pulls back.
“No,” he chides. “It’s not about me tonight,” he warns, helping me move and then settling back between my legs. “I’m not drawing this out. Just be aware that you will not be seeing my best work.”
I shake my head gently and then screw my eyes shut as Blue takes my dick into his mouth. He’s not messing around anymore and starts a tight suction around my cock, pausing only to pull back and suckle the flanged head, his lip ring rubbing against my sensitive shaft. He sticks the tip of his tongue into the slit and then pulls back as I groan for him to take me in his mouth again.
He’s sucking hard now, and saliva pools at the base of my cock in the pubic hair. He gives a stuttered moan around my dick which feels incredible, and when I open my eyes, I find him on all fours. His head is bent over my groin, his arse in the air, and his other hand busy between his legs. He’s fisting his cock and masturbating furiously.
“Oh shit,” I breathe.
He pulls off my dick. “What do you want?” he says hoarsely.
“I want to come,” I slur. “And I want to watch you come too, Blue.”
He nods, flags of colour high on his sharp cheekbones, and bends back to my dick. He lifts his fingers to my mouth and, obeying his unspoken command, I suck on them messily until they’re dripping with saliva. Never stopping the movements of his mouth, he lowers his hand and tickles the edge of my hole.
“Ungh,” I say intelligently and brace myself as he slides the tip of his finger into my hole. He takes it slowly without any lube, settling for playing with the edges of the opening, sending pleasure tickling around the base of my spine. Then he starts to suck hard, fluttering his tongue around the head, and within seconds I feel my balls draw up.
“Blue,” I say hoarsely to warn him, but he sucks harder. I give a garbled shout and start to come, filling his mouth. I clench my arse, spurting again, and he looks up as spunk slips from his mouth.
When I’ve finished, I settle back onto the bed. “You too,” I say thickly.
I groan as, with those wolf eyes intent on me, he opens his mouth and spits my semen into the palm of his right hand. I swallow hard as he uses it to masturbate his cock.
“Come here,” I say softly, pulling his hips, and he moves obediently to straddle my waist. His hand moves frantically and he looks over my body with an avid gaze.
“All over me,” I direct. “Come all over me, babe.”
He groans and clenches his eyes shut. His cock spills ribbons of creamy come over my chest, the liquid burning hot on my skin. Then he collapses to the side of me, nestling into me with a happy sigh, and silence falls.
After a bit, he stirs. “I want you to know that I’ve always been careful,” he whispers. I open my mouth to protest, but he shakes his head fiercely. “We should have spoken about this earlier. You know my past, Levi. You need to be more careful.” He looks at me almost nervously. “I’m clear of everything,” he finally says.
“Me too. I got tested after Mason, because we weren’t using condoms when he was with the other bloke.”
Thoughts run over his mobile face—too fast for me to decipher. “I’ve never come while doing that before,” he suddenly says in a very observational tone of voice. “I don’t think I’ve ever really come that hard. I’m usually too worried or scared during sex to relax.”
My stomach clenches at the thought of him being scared, and I tap his face. When he turns it to me, I kiss him softly, sucking lazily on the full lower lip and savouring the feel of his lip ring. “I’m glad.”
“Thank you,” he mutters.
I shake my head. “There’s no need to thank me,” I say, feeling the pulse of my headache return.
It must show in my face, because he kisses me gently. “Go to sleep,” he whispers, pulling the covers up around me and tucking me in. “I’ll be here.”
“Will you save me from the coach and horses, Blue?” I ask sleepily.
“Always.”
When I come awake, the sky outside the window is dark, only a distant glow coming from the spotlights illuminating Clifford’s Tower. The skin on my chest itches where his spunk covered it.
“How long was I asleep?” I say hoarsely.
He checks my watch which is on his wrist after I gave it to him for safekeeping in the hospital. “A couple of hours. How do you feel?”
I test myself gingerly. “Quite a bit better,” I say in surprise. “My head’s stopped hurting, at least.”
He winks at me. “Told you I knew a solution to pain.”
“Thank you, Doctor Billings. Goodness, I hope I don’t lose you to the NHS.”
“They couldn’t afford me,” he says loftily. He looks at me with bright eyes. “Now you’re awake, I’ll nip out and get us something to eat. I didn’t want to leave you alone when you were sleeping.”
“I’m a big boy. I’m sure I’d have been fine,” I say mildly. I eye him. “What are you doing?”
He’s curled up against me on the bed with my iPad perched on his knees and my earbuds in his ears. He’s dressed in his briefs and my T-shirt again. He smiles distractedly at me. “Watching Supernatural.”
“Really?”
He nods. “I like it.”
“Is it true to life? Are you picking up tips?”
Blue laughs. “In all my years living in the squats I’ve never seen anyone who looked like Dean. They’d have been a lot more crowded if that had been the case.” He winks. “I see what you mean about his arse though.”
“I know,” I say happily. “It’s a peach. Let’s have a look.”
He eases into my side, his head resting on my chest, and balances the iPad on my stomach. I kiss his head, seeing the curve of his full lips. “Don’t go out,” I whisper. “Let’s order room service and watch this. Then I need a shower.”
He grins at me. “Cool.”
I smile at him. He’s happier staying in than most men would be if I’d bought them an all-expenses trip to the Bahamas.
There’s the beep of a phone. “Is that you or me?” I ask.
“Yours, I think,” he says, yawning. He puts a hand on my chest as I go to get up. “Stay where you are,” he scolds. “I’ll bring it over and order the food while I’m at it.”
I watch him, rather than Sam and Dean. He paces over to where my phone is charging on the dressing table. He brings it over, and I check the display.
“What do you want?” he asks as he chucks me the room service menu.
I give it a careless look. “I’ll have a burger and a chocolate milkshake if they can make one.”
He shakes his head smilingly.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re such a child.”
“No, I’m all man,” I tell him seriously. “I know this because I pay a gas bill.”
“I must be Peter Pan then in this equation,” he says wryly. “Because I’ve never paid one of those in my life.”
“You’re more like Nana,” I tell him. “Looking after people so well.”
He shakes his head. “You just compared me to a dog, Levi. Don’t ever rely on your charm to pick up men. Work on your tactics instead.”
I laugh and look at my messages as he picks up the room phone and dials for room service.
“It was Mr Fenton,” I say after he finishes the order and puts the phone down.
“The solicitor?”
I nod, dimly noticing that my head doesn’t hurt when I do it. “He says he’ll meet us here tomorrow afternoon in the bar.” I purse my lips. “He’s bringing someone with him, apparently.”
“Who?”
I shrug and pass him the phone to put back on charge. “Who knows. We’ll find out tomorrow.”
It’s a young woman. She’s very pretty with long dark hair but she’s also very thin and pale. She and Mr Fenton are sitting at a table with their heads close together, talking quietly.
“Is that his daughter?” Blue whispers.
I don’t know why I didn’t see it. They both have the same nose.
“I wonder why he’s brought her,” he says.
I shrug. “Let’s find out.”
When we get to the table, Mr Fenton gets up immediately and shakes my hand.
“This is Blue,” I say, drawing him forward. He comes slightly reluctantly but gives me a small smile.
The girl with Mr Fenton looks intently at Blue. “You’re the ghost-walk bloke,” she says.
His smile widens. “I am. Have you been on one?”
She smiles, and it looks a little sad. “At one point in my life it felt like I’d been on every ghost walk in York.”
Mr Fenton makes a fussy gesture. “I’m so sorry. Levi and Blue, this is my daughter Amelia.”
We nod and smile, and as we sit down at the table, the waiter bustles over.
“I took the liberty of ordering afternoon tea,” Mr Fenton says. “Is that okay?”
I shrug. “I’m not terribly hungry, but I’m sure Blue will enjoy it.”
“You need to eat,” Blue says firmly. “No arguing.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say meekly.
He grins at me and winks.
Mr Fenton and his daughter are looking at us with interest. Mr Fenton doesn’t seem to know what to say about the obvious intimacy between us, but Amelia smiles kindly.
After we’ve ordered our drinks, we all sit back while the waiter sorts out the food. There are tiny sandwiches and an assortment of prettily iced cakes.
Ignoring the sandwiches that Blue places on my plate and gestures imperiously for me to eat, I look at Mr Fenton. “I’m sorry for calling you. I couldn’t think of anyone else to ask.”
He glances at his daughter and smiles somewhat sadly. “It’s not a problem, Levi. I’ve been expecting your call.” He hesitates. “In fact, if you hadn’t rung me, Amelia was insisting that we meet with you anyway.”
“She was? Why?” The incredulity is rich in my voice.
He starts to answer, but Amelia puts her hand on his arm. “I think maybe I should do this, Daddy.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods and turns to me. “The truth is that I’ve been worried about you.” She eyes my arm and my slightly battered face. “Seems like I was right to be concerned.”
“I fell down the stairs,” I say.
Mr Fenton gasps loudly and Amelia goes so white that she looks like she might pass out. I’m shocked by their reactions. Falling down the stairs is something that happens to people every day. I’d chosen my words carefully too. There had been absolutely no mention of murderous ghosts. “Are you okay?” I say to her.
She nods, biting her lip, and I watch in horror as her eyes fill with tears.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” I’m not quite sure what I’m apologising for but feel the same panic I used to get when my mum cried. When I’d do anything to make it stop. “I’m quite okay,” I say lamely.
Blue lays his hand on my arm. “It’s not about you,” he says quietly.
He’s staring intently behind Amelia, and oh shit, I know that look. I follow his gaze surreptitiously, but I can’t see anything. Everything’s so clear to him that it still amazes me that I can’t see it. It’s almost infuriating.
“How do you know?” Amelia says.
Blue shakes his head. “I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to freak out.” He and Amelia are staring at each other intently. When she eventually nods, he leans forward. “He’s standing near to you. Brown hair, tall with very blue eyes.”
“What the fuck?” I mutter.
Mr Fenton stares at Blue with doubt and anger in his eyes. Amelia starts to cry quietly. There’s a flurry of movement, and Blue kneels down beside her chair.
“He wants you to know that he loves you very much and he’s sorry. He should have taken your advice and left the house, but he couldn’t. He wants you to know that he’s safe, and he wants you to be happy. He likes that you’re still wearing the blue beads.”
I sit back in shock, and Amelia grabs Blue’s hand. I see him wince at the pressure.
“Did it?” She hesitates. “Did it—?”
“No.” Blue shakes his head. “It was a second of falling and then nothing.”
She sags slightly.
Mr Fenton leans forward. “Would you care to tell me what you’re talking about,” he says coldly.
There’s a challenge in his voice but also incomprehension. I think he wants Blue to be a charlatan, but even a second spent with Blue would tell him otherwise. Honesty is written all over Blue.
Blue looks at me, and I shrug. “I’d quite like to know too,” I say mildly.
He squeezes
Amelia’s hand and stands up, edging back round to his seat. “Connor,” he says simply. “The previous owner of your house, Levi, who fell down the stairs.”
I’d somehow known the words were coming, but they still slam into me, knocking my teeth together and taking my breath. Like being smashed in the face by one of the slamming doors in my house.
“You were engaged?” he says, talking again to Amelia.
She nods and blows her nose. “Yes.” She smiles mistily. “We met when he bought the house and my father dealt with the sale.” Her gaze turns inward. “He was lovely. Very kind and funny. He was a property developer.” She looks at Blue. “Can you really see him?”
He nods. He’s become weary—his shoulders sloped and his eyes shadowed. How draining it must be to his spirit to see the dead and spend time with the people who are grieving them. They look to him for answers, yet it’s impossible for him to give everyone what they need. I’m sure it doesn’t go well when people don’t hear what they want.
Regardless of the company, I grab his hand and hold it tight. He shoots me a startled look, but I feel his muscles ease.
“Would you like to meet me for coffee at some point?” he offers hesitantly to Amelia. “We can talk and I can tell you what I’m getting.” He hesitates. “I have to add that it’s a bit hit and miss with me, so you might not get what you want.”
I stare at him. “I don’t think any of that was hit and miss, Blue. Has something changed? Because you couldn’t have done that a few weeks ago.”
He shrugs. “It feels like it. I’m not sure if it’s what Tom’s teaching me, or if something shook free the other night, but I can sense Connor’s thoughts really clearly.”
“Can you hear him like with the woman the other night?”
He shakes his head. “No, but I’m not trying. It’s not the right place for it.”
I look around to find a few people sneaking looks at us. “You’re probably right,” I mutter.
“I would like to meet you,” Amelia interrupts.
Her father stirs. “Amelia, we discussed this. You saw so many of the lying buggers. I thought you’d stopped.”