by Alexa Land
It felt like he couldn’t get enough of me, and that in turn felt so utterly, incredibly wonderful. His mouth and hands were all over my naked body, tasting me, exploring me, as my cock throbbed and leaked precum onto my belly. When he pulled off me abruptly, I made a little mewling sound and tugged against my chains, trying to grab him and bring him back to me.
Brian shifted around a bit, and when he climbed back on top of me, I realized he was completely naked. He rubbed his big, swollen cock against mine as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I moaned deeply. Next, he planted a row of kisses across my cheek. When he reached my ear, he nibbled and licked the lobe, and then whispered two words to me.
“You’re mine.”
There was nothing more erotic that he could have possibly said to me. “God yes,” I murmured, rubbing my cheek against his because it was the only thing I could do.
“Say it,” he whispered, then kissed the little hollow beneath my ear.
“I’m yours, Brian. Only yours.”
“I’m yours, too, Hunter,” he whispered, his voice husky. I writhed underneath him, pulling at my chains, trying to get even closer to him, even though he was right on top of me.
Brian kissed and licked his way down my body, and when his hot, wet mouth closed on my cock, I cried out. He sucked me greedily, hungrily, and I arched off the floor, pushing myself between his lips. Instead of complaining about that, he just sucked me harder and faster.
“Fuck yes,” I ground out.
Brian shifted around above me, and when something brushed my lips, I stuck my tongue out eagerly. When I tasted the tip of his cock, I lunged up after it, engulfing it with my mouth, sucking him as quickly and desperately as he was sucking me.
Almost in unison, we began thrusting into each other’s mouths. We were both totally lost to it, moaning, bucking, sucking like this might be our last chance ever to get off. I didn’t know when I’d ever been so totally aroused, every part of me alive with sensation. There was only one thing that could make this better. And when Brian quickly licked his finger, then pushed it into my ass before going back to sucking me, it became total, absolute perfection.
Several minutes later, the first spurt of Brian’s hot load filled my mouth. I moaned and kept sucking him, drinking him down, then came in his mouth a few seconds later. He swallowed eagerly, with no hesitation, and murmured, “Mmmm,” around my dick, his finger reflexively fucking my hole. We were perfectly in sync, each of us nursing at the cock between our lips, slowing gradually, bringing each other back down, until finally we were both sated.
Brian eased his finger from my body, then went in for one more lick across the tip of my cock. “You taste fucking amazing,” he murmured before swinging around and kissing my lips.
“So do you. And that was totally, mind-blowingly wonderful.”
After he unchained me, he lifted me up and laid me on the futon. Then he climbed up beside me, stuck a pillow under my head again and pulled the warm blanket over us before clicking off the light. When he pushed the blindfold off my eyes, I grinned at him and asked, “Really? You’re letting us sleep naked together?”
“It’s dark and we’re under the covers. Besides, I’m too damn happy to worry about a thing right now,” he said. I could see his deeply satisfied grin in the dim light from a streetlamp that filtered through the curtains.
I cuddled up in his arms, and after a moment, smiled and said, “Would you take it the wrong way if I said you were a natural-born cocksucker?”
He burst out laughing at that. “Yeah? Did I do ok? I was so totally turned on that I really didn’t give much thought to technique, to be honest with you.”
“That was spectacular.”
“Good to hear. And ditto, obviously. God I came hard. I thought I was going to black out for a minute there.”
I grinned at that, then let my eyes slide shut, burrowing a little deeper into his arms. After a few minutes, though, I realized he was wide awake, just lying there in the darkness. When I looked up at him, his brows were knit, and he was chewing on his lower lip. “Regrets?” I asked quietly.
He met my gaze. “I thought you were asleep. And God no. Well, except for one.” He reached behind him and flipped on the light. “I’m so scared of losing you, Hunter. I want this – and you – more than anything. But hiding from you, and living in fear of your rejection…well, that’s not fair to either of us.” Abruptly, Brian flipped onto his back and pulled the covers off his body. “So…this is me. I know it’s not pretty. But the thing is, I’m kind of stuck with it.” A solemn resignation settled on his features as he lay perfectly still for me.
I sat up and ran my gaze down the length of him. His torso was a maze of old scars that spoke of a history so violent that my breath caught in my throat. He’d been hurt so terribly. I reached out and lightly stroked a huge scar running all the way across his midsection. It was deep and jagged, and looked as if he’d almost been cut in half. “Oh God, Brian,” I whispered, looking into his eyes, which were so sad. “You could have died. I could have lost you before I ever even had a chance to know you.”
“I used to wish that I had died,” he said quietly. “I felt so ruined.”
I couldn’t even comprehend what all of this must have felt like, how he could have possibly survived so much trauma – mentally as well as physically. “Did this all happen at the same time? Was this all from the explosion that took your legs?”
“The majority of it.”
I ran my gaze down his deeply scarred abdomen, over his unscathed genitals and thighs. His left leg ended just below the knee, and his right ended mid-calf. The amputations were smooth, rounded. Compared to the scars across his body, they actually spoke far less of the terrible violence that Brian had lived through. But then, of course, they were the work of surgeons. The rest was the work of war.
He propped himself up on his elbows. “Not this one, though,” he said, pointing to a two-inch scar on his left shoulder. “I got that playing high school football.” He looked down at himself, then touched a little circular scar above his left nipple. “And that one’s from chicken pox when I was eight.” He took another look at himself, then sighed and laid back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. “If you need to run screaming now, there’s no fucking way on earth I’ll blame you. The door’s right over there. God knows I’d run from this shit too if that was somehow an option.”
“I’m so sorry this happened to you,” I said softly.
“Well, I was the ‘lucky one.’ Like I said, the two soldiers I was with died instantly. I was also lucky because there was this metal wash basin between me and the bomb. It was up on a little wooden stand, and shielded me from my crotch to my knees. If it wasn’t for that, I could have taken advantage of the daily surgery special: free castration with every double amputation.” He was staring at the ceiling once again, his voice flat.
My hand lightly caressed the worst of the scars, running over Brian’s midsection again and again as if somehow trying to soothe him. He turned his head to look at me. “You really don’t have to pretend you can stomach this,” he said, still in that detached tone. “I know this isn’t what you signed on for, and I swear I don’t blame you for what you must be feeling right now. I should have shown you sooner, before you got attached to me. That was unfair of me, and I’m sorry that I kept this from you as long as I did. I wish you nothing but the best, Hunter. Really.” He turned back to the ceiling.
I sighed and said, “Would you quit saying goodbye to me already? Do I look like I’m going anywhere?”
He turned to me with a wary expression. “Aren’t you?”
I climbed on top of him, straddling his body, and pulled the blanket over both of us, then said, “If you want to know what I’m feeling, how about asking me, instead of jumping to conclusions?”
He considered that a moment, then said, “Okay. What are you feeling, Hunter?”
“Like I want to find whoever set that bomb and beat the living
shit out of him. I’m not disgusted or repulsed. I’m fucking pissed.”
His arms came up to embrace me. “I was too, for a long time. That doesn’t get you anywhere, though. It just twists up your insides and makes it that much harder to heal.” I reached over and turned off the light, then got comfortable against his chest.
After a while, he said, “You’re a tougher man than me. The first time I saw my body, it was six weeks after the incident, and I’d just come out of a medically-induced coma. I actually puked. I thought it was the most disgusting thing I’d ever seen.”
“It’s not disgusting. It just makes me sad, because until I saw your scars, I really didn’t know the extent of what you’d gone through. And to find out someone I care about had to endure so much pain and suffering is heartbreaking.”
He kissed the top of my head. “So…really? You’re willing to be with someone who looks like he’s been through a meat grinder?”
“Hate to tell you, but you’re stuck with me.”
“But, you could—”
I sat up quickly and pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t you dare say ‘do so much better.’ That falls under the heading of insulting my boyfriend, and you know I won’t stand for that.”
He kissed my finger before I pulled it away and settled back into his arms. After a while, he whispered, “Thank God that bomb didn’t kill me, and Thank God I failed when I tried to kill myself. Thank God I somehow managed to stay alive long enough to find you.”
“When did you do that?” I whispered, my heart stuttering in my chest at hearing he’d attempted suicide.
“It was during my first year back. I waited until Kieran went out to buy groceries, and took a bunch of pills, washing them down with a bottle of booze. Fortunately, I was completely incompetent and swallowed the wrong combination of substances. A few minutes later, it all came right back up. I puked into the toilet for about ten minutes.”
“Oh God, Brian.”
“It was such a selfish thing to do. As I lay there on the bathroom floor afterwards, I thought about my brother, about how he would have felt finding me, had I succeeded. I’d been too focused on my own misery to think about him beforehand, but once I did, I felt so guilty that I never tried it again. To this day, he doesn’t know I did that. No one does, actually.”
I clutched him to me fiercely, burying my face in his shoulder. Hearing he’d attempted suicide was more than I could bear, especially on the heels of learning the full extent of his injuries. After a moment he added, in an attempt to lighten the mood, “Though I did survive the bomb and the pills only to ultimately end up squished to death by my boyfriend.”
I burst out laughing and crying at the same time, relaxing my hold on him slightly. I kissed him, and then I kissed him again, and again. “Don’t you dare do anything like that, ever again. Do you hear me?” I told him between kisses.
“I won’t, I swear,” he said, holding me tight. “I’d never try to kill myself now. Not when I have everything to live for.”
Chapter Eleven
We were awakened by insistent knocking the next morning. I sat up groggily, trying to get my bearings, and Brian stirred beside me. “Hunter!” a shrill, familiar voice called. “You in there? It’s time to get up. Hell, it’s past time to get up. Do you realize it’s after ten a.m.? I don’t have all day to wait around for you, you know! I’m due at the salon in half an hour!”
I grinned and pulled on the first thing I found, which was a pair of Brian’s sweat pants. They were huge on me, but I cinched them up as much as I could with the drawstring, then opened the door to Nana. “Well, it’s about time!” she exclaimed. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to keep old people waiting? I could have been dead and buried by the time you got that door open.”
I stuck my head out the door and looked both ways, then said, “I don’t see any old people out here, Nana.”
She grinned at that and bustled into the room. “Now you’re just kissing up to me. But go ahead, kiss up. You should, after keeping me waiting so long!”
“Good morning, Mrs. Dombruso,” Brian said, sitting up in bed, the blanket pulled up to his shoulders.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “Christopher didn’t tell me you had company, Hunter. And who is this handsome young man?”
“That’s Brian.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Brian.”
“We’ve met,” he said.
“No we haven’t. I’d remember a cute boy like you.” To me she said, “I hope I didn’t interrupt some lovemaking. Is that what was going on in here? Lovemaking? Is that why you couldn’t come to the door right away? You can tell me. I’m not some old prude, you know. I’m fine with gay homosexual lovemaking. Ask anybody. Just make sure you use some of them rubber thingies. Wait, I think I have some.” She started to dig around in her giant black handbag, as Brian did his patented cough-to-cover-a-laugh maneuver.
“Why do you have condoms, Nana?” I asked.
“Well, you know my great grandson, Mikey Junior? He found them in his daddy’s nightstand. This was news to me, that Mikey Senior was sexually active again after losing his young wife, God rest her soul.” Nana stopped digging long enough to make the sign of the cross, then plunged her hand back in her purse. “Anyway, Mikey Junior, he comes to my house for pancakes the other day, and asks me if I know how to make balloon animals. He’d just been to a birthday party for one of his little school chums, I guess they had a clown. God knows why, they’re such horrible things. Anyway, he asks me, ‘Can you make balloon animals like that clown did, Nana?’ So I said to him, if some creepy and in all likelihood drunk clown could make ‘em, I supposed I could, too. I would just need some balloons.”
She paused in the story long enough to fish out a huge pair of glasses and shove them onto her face, then peered into the bag. “And that’s when he pulls out these.” She held up a box of Magnum XXLs, then tossed it onto the bed beside Brian.
“Shouldn’t you give those back to Mikey Senior?” I asked with a grin.
“Well, I was going to. But then, I can just buy him a new box. If you two are right in the middle of lovemaking, you need these more than he does. And honestly? I don’t think he needs them anyway. I don’t think he’s seeing anyone. I think those are mostly for show, or maybe just in case he gets lucky. Like keeping a flashlight handy in case the power goes out, you know?”
As she’d been talking, Brian had retrieved his t-shirt from the floor and pulled it on, and was now propped up with a pillow, the blanket over his bare lower half, watching Nana with an amused expression. She turned to him now and asked, “Are those the right size for you? If not, I guess I’ll give them back to Mikey Senior. XXL though, I mean, that’s pretty ambitious. I remember Mikey Senior’s pecker from when he was a little boy and would run around with a Superman cape and no pants, and I can’t imagine that little tootsie roll now requires an XXL rubber thingy.”
That was almost too much for Brian. He turned red from the effort of fighting back a laugh, but finally managed, “Maybe it would be best if you gave them back to him.”
“Oh,” she said with a disappointed expression. “You got a tootsie roll, too?” After staring at him for a moment, she asked Brian, “Why do you look familiar?”
“Like I said, we met,” he told her.
“Nah, that’s not it. I’d remember. I’m not so old that my memory’s going. You on TV or something? You a sports announcer? You look like maybe you play football, same as my grandson-in-law Charlie.”
“Brian stayed at your house a few days ago, Nana,” I told her. “We both did.”
She looked at him again, then said, “Nah. That was some surly boy who looked like that big hairy thing from that movie my great grandsons like. What was it called again? Oh yeah, Chewbacca. Plus, that fella was in a wheelchair. I kind of wanted to feel sorry for him for being in a chair and all, only he wasn’t very nice. Not like this boy. You, I like,” she said. Then she added, “Do you do the sports on Channel Seven?
That’s why you look familiar, isn’t it?”
I changed the subject by saying, “Out of curiosity, why’d you come over, Nana?”
“Oh! Well, Christopher called Charlie last night, and then Dante and Charlie called over to my house looking for Vincent. He’s downstairs right now, along with a whole team of his best men, installing a top-of-the-line alarm system. They’re going to come up here and do the apartment next, so you might want to give your sportscaster his pants back so he can get out of bed. I came along to supervise operations, naturally. And, of course, to visit with you and Christopher Robin.” She glanced at her dainty gold wristwatch, then exclaimed, “Holy Moses,” and spun on her heel. “I’m going to be late for my hair appointment! I want to look my best for Christopher’s big grand opening party tonight. See you in a few hours!” she called, with a wave over her shoulder.
“Bye Nana.” I followed her to the door and watched as she hurried out of the apartment, then closed and locked the bedroom door again.
When I turned to Brian, he looked at me gravely and said, “She’s right, you know.”
“About what?”
He held up the box of condoms. “These XXL rubber thingies will never fit on my tootsie roll.” We both burst out laughing, and I fell into bed beside him, wiping tears from my eyes.
“God I love her,” I said, once I’d caught my breath.
“I can see why. It’s too bad she hates me.”
“She doesn’t hate you.”
“Well, she will once she realizes I’m Chewbacca.”
“Aw, if only you were Chewbacca. How cool would that be? It’d be like having a boyfriend and a pet, all in one.”
“What? Wookies aren’t pets! They’re kick-ass warriors.”
“And you call me a geek,” I said with a wink, rolling out of bed. “I need to find some clothes, you should do the same.”