by Shea Balik
Arne flipped him off. Then turned to face Kegan, a gleam of respect in his pale blue eyes. “Man, if I’d known you had the balls to go toe to toe with Fen, I wouldn’t have given you such a hard time.”
Kegan doubted that.
And why was it he could take on a Fae, but was still too chicken to ask Bjorn why he’d slept with Kegan the night before? Yet, even as he glanced Bjorn’s way, he knew he wasn’t going to ask anytime soon.
CHAPTER 12
“You need to slow down.” Bjorn was doing his best to not yell at Kegan, but there was no way to hide his frustration with the man. “Brandr only removed your stitches yesterday,” he reminded the stubborn man. “You could still reopen one of those wounds.”
Because of the infection, two of the wounds had to be reopened to allow the infection to drain. More stitches had been put in, but that had delayed Kegan’s recovery time significantly. Yet, the idiot acted as if he could battle one of the Unseelie’s pets right now, instead of taking it easy and allowing his body time to heal.
Sweat dripped along Kegan’s toned chest. The little beads trailed down his body, over flat, light brown disks, dripping into the grooves of the four pack of his abdomen before sliding under the hairs of his treasure trail and soaking into his gym shorts.
Between the erotic as fuck sight and the fact that Kegan was doing too much too soon, it took everything within Bjorn not to pick the man up and take him to their bedroom so he could strip him down and force him onto the bed. The only question was, would it be to rest, or to fuck?
As much as Bjorn tried to deny his attraction to Kegan, it was becoming impossible. There really wasn’t much doubt that if he went all caveman on Kegan, it wouldn’t be to sleep.
The nights he held Kegan in his arms had been unlike anything he’d ever known could exist. His much smaller frame, tucked up against Bjorn, was surreal, for he’d never imagined another person could fit him so perfectly.
All night long, Bjorn was able to breathe Kegan in. A hint of the outdoors, for Kegan insisted, even in the cold January air, that he needed to walk outside or he would go crazy stuck indoors all day. But it was the heady aroma of the man in his arms that had him wishing he could stay wrapped around Kegan day and night.
It was as if the hell on earth he’d endured all these years had been erased with just a few days of being able to hold Kegan. For the first time since he’d been cursed, Bjorn was grateful for every miserable moment if it meant meeting Kegan.
Those thoughts were dangerous to Bjorn’s life. If he continued to have them, he feared he would choose Kegan over finally ending the torturous immortality that had been thrust upon him and his friends. No way could he allow that to occur.
If only he could convince himself the choice had already been made.
But as Kegan stood there, grey eyes flashing with determination as he prepared to go toe to toe with Bjorn, he knew in his heart, there had never been a choice. For he would go to the ends of the earth, walk through the fires of hell, and, yes, live for eternity if it meant Kegan would be by his side.
“If you think…” Kegan started.
But Bjorn didn’t let him finish. Instead, he did what he’d been wanting to do since the moment he laid eyes on those lush lips. He kissed him.
Not just any kiss, either. A demanding kiss that left no room for anything but capitulation. He grabbed Kegan’s good side and slammed their bodies together as his other hand wove into the messy locks of his hair, tilting his head so he could dive deeper into the kiss.
Kegan opened his mouth on a moan, his tongue darting out to lick along Bjorn’s lips. That was all he needed to know Kegan wanted this as much as he did.
Catcalls and whistles from his friends finally broke Bjorn from the trance he’d been in. But instead of coming to his senses and stopping it, he picked Kegan up and carried him up to their bedroom.
He should have known the minute he’d moved Kegan into his room, that this would be how things would go. There had been no thought behind the action. He’d just carried Kegan in, laid him down and crawled in behind him. The action had been so unlike him.
If he’d truly not wanted to take things further, he could have had Kegan return to the guest room the next night, but Bjorn’s arms had ached at the thought of not holding him. So, every night, he’d had the sweetest pleasure of Kegan’s body pressed against his.
Now, if he was really lucky, he’d know what it felt like to have Kegan’s body wrapped around his cock. Something he’d been dreaming about every damn night since they’d met. Just thinking about it had his cock going from mostly hard to granite, as he strode into their bedroom and kicked the door closed.
Then he was kissing those lush lips again. Finally. He had Kegan not just in his arms but they were about to fuck. Wait. Shit. He hadn’t exactly asked if this was what Kegan wanted. Bjorn was just being a giant asshole in assuming that the man would want him as much as he’d been dying to have sex with Kegan.
Forcing himself to take a step back and put some space between them, Bjorn couldn’t help but love the fact that Kegan had tried to follow him, as if he really did want this. Bjorn prayed that to be true.
“Please, tell me you want this, because I’ll stop if you don’t but I was really hoping…” Whatever he’d been about to say had been cut off when Kegan pushed up against him, stood on his tiptoes and slammed their mouths together in a similar fashion to what Bjorn had done downstairs.
It was fucking hot. Bjorn normally was the one in charge when it came to sex, probably because of him being six-four and tipping the scale at three-twenty-five. Even the bigger men he’d hooked up with over the years had been intimidated and let him lead.
Slim, yet strong fingers worked the hem of his shirt up his body, but neither one of them were willing to break the kiss, no matter how much they needed air in their lungs, or room to take the damn material off. Frustrated, Bjorn didn’t hesitated to rip the piece of cloth so Kegan could get his hands on him.
He groaned into the kiss when he felt Kegan’s hands spread across his chest and map it from his center to his sides. Then those talented fingers worked their way back in and pinched both of his nipples. “Fuck,” Bjorn cursed, finally breaking the kiss as he let out a needy moan of pleasure.
No one paid much attention to his body in the past. Then again, he didn’t do relationships, so it was usually a wham bam kind of thing. The way Kegan was touching him gave him hope for so much more. Then again, he shouldn’t be surprised. From what he’d surmised of the time they were currently in, the druids he and his friends were saving and bringing back home were part of the curse’s prophecy, of finally finding the ones that would seal the veil permanently.
If that was true, Kegan and Bjorn were fated to be together.
“Ungh.” It came out long and drawn out when Kegan’s lips wrapped around one of his nipples and sucked. He placed one hand on the back of Kegan’s head to keep him there. Not that he had to worry, for in the next instant, his head fell back when Kegan’s tongue lashed against the tip. “Damn, dollface, that feels so fucking good.”
When his hands went to the waistband of Bjorn’s pants, it suddenly slammed into Bjorn that he was being undressed, yet Kegan still wore every stitch of clothing. Not wanting to disrupt that talented mouth, Bjorn figured what was fine for his shirt, was good enough for Kegan’s.
The tearing fabric sounded outstanding to his ears. Touching all that silky skin once he’d dropped the material to the floor was even better. He let his fingers roam down Kegan’s spine before reversing direction by skimming along his sides. When he reached the muscles of his chest, he couldn’t help but mimic Kegan’s movements and zero in on his nipples.
The moment he pinched the right one, and scraped his nail across the left, it was as if an inferno erupted in them both and they became a mass of touching, kissing, and nipping every inch of skin they could reach.
Even though Kegan had already managed to flick open the button of Bjorn’s pa
nts, as well as slide down the zipper, Bjorn was lucky that Kegan, who had been training, was wearing gym shorts. As if they were in some sort of synchronized competition, their pants hit the floor at the same time.
They both looked down, each letting out an appreciative sound. Kegan was perfect. An angel sent down to ease the burden Bjorn had carried for so long.
His abs were defined, although it was obvious from the four pack instead of six, that Kegan didn’t go to a gym, but actually used his body during normal activity. Well, normal for someone who loves the outdoors, for there weren’t many people he knew that could have handled the physical stress of backpacking through various countries on a daily basis.
A treasure trail as blonde as his hair tapered down to a nest of equally blond curls that surrounded a nice sized cock. Bjorn drooled for a taste, but Kegan beat him to the punch by holding onto Bjorn’s sides and lowering himself to the floor.
Those grey eyes looked up at him through long, thick lashes. There was a hint of triumph in their depths as he leaned forward and licked a strip from the base of Bjorn’s dick all the way to the tip.
“Fuck,” he shouted as his hips thrust forward in a desperate attempt to get inside that wickedly sensuous mouth.
Then those temptingly luscious lips opened wide and Bjorn stared hard as he watched Kegan swallow him down. He had to close his eyes it was so damn good or he feared he would come just from the visual. But the feel of that hot, wet mouth surrounding him didn’t need a visual.
And when Kegan put his tongue to work in tandem with his head bobbing up and down, Bjorn just about lost his mind. If he didn’t stop this soon, he was going to come, hard. Then again, that wasn’t such a bad idea. Take the edge off and he could drive Kegan crazy when he was sheathed within his body.
But that wasn’t how Bjorn wanted to come this first time. The second, sure. He’d fuck those lips anytime Kegan wanted. This was different. Kegan was different. He wasn’t a one-off. He was someone who Bjorn planned to love for the rest of his life.
Bjorn sucked in a breath. Love? Had he really just thought that?
But as soon as the question was in his mind, Bjorn answered it with a loud, resounding, ‘Yes.’ Well, in his head anyway. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Kegan right then, but he stopped himself. Just as getting off with a blow job for their first time wasn’t right, neither was admitting his feelings during the greatest blow job he’d ever had. It would cheapen the words, and Bjorn refused to do that.
Threading a hand through Kegan’s blonde strands, Bjorn let himself enjoy that talented mouth for a few more seconds before pulling him free. His whole body shuddered when Kegan finally came off him with a naughty sounding pop.
“Fuck, dollface, you have no idea what you do to me.” His voice was thick with unreleased passion. Bending down, so Kegan wouldn’t possibly hurt himself by trying to get up from the floor, Bjorn lifted the much lighter form into his arms and placed him on the bed.
“I am going to worship every inch of your body,” Bjorn vowed as he started kissing along the corded muscles of Kegan’s neck. Then he scraped his teeth along the Adam’s apple, eliciting a moan.
Kegan’s hands went to his head, and urged him down to his nipples. More than happy to comply with the silent request, he first kissed each one, then lifted his left hand and pinched the right bud as he sucked hard on the left.
He smiled when Kegan cried out, his back arching to get closer. He continued to mix the sensations up, as he lavished attention on them both.
“Now,” Kegan cried out. “I need you inside of me now.”
Bjorn swore his eyes rolled back in his head at the plea. “Damn, dollface, begging like that will get you anything you want.”
Kegan’s pupils were blown as he gazed up at Bjorn. “Get that fat cock inside of me.”
Bjorn grinned as he reached for the lube. “As you command.”
If it weren’t a waste of time, Bjorn would be kicking his ass right now for not claiming Kegan sooner. Immortal life might not have been all that great, but that was because he hadn’t met Kegan. Now that he had, Bjorn had no doubt he would enjoy every minute of forever with this man.
CHAPTER 13
If Kegan didn’t get release soon, he was going to scream bloody murder. He loved that Bjorn was so attentive to his needs, he really was, but Jesus. Fucking. Christ. If the man teased him anymore Kegan was going to flip out.
The only reason he hadn’t so far was because his side hurt just enough to remind him that might not be a good idea. And that was only because he would have done his best to get Bjorn on his back, slicked up his hole and ridden the man until morning. Probably would have ripped open every single one of his wounds, which would have meant Bjorn stopping everything to rush him to Brandr to be stitched up.
Since that wouldn’t have gotten Kegan fucked any faster, he figured it was best to stay still and let Bjorn have control. That didn’t mean he couldn’t encourage. “God damn, what’s the problem? You too old to remember how this works?”
Bjorn slapped his ass. “Don’t be cheeky, dollface.”
“Cheeky?” he cried out as one of Bjorn’s thick fingers entered his ass, stretching it in the best possible way. “Who the fuck talks like that, old man? Don’t worry, stick with me, and I’ll teach you to be young again. Now get another finger in me before I die of old age,” he demanded.
“Pushy, pushy,” Bjorn chuckled as he teased Kegan by ghosting another finger around the rim of his hole. “Sounds like someone’s needy.”
“Damn straight, I’m needy.” He pushed his ass down, trying to force Bjorn’s second digit inside him. If it didn’t happen soon, he was going to scream. No holds barred, bring down the house, scream.
Relief flared bright as Bjorn finally relented. Sort of. He did slide both fingers in, but then pulled them out, only to replace them with one. He continued to switch it up, which only drove Kegan crazier. Based on the deep chuckle that came from Bjorn, as well as the sinfully wicked gleam in his eyes, that was his plan all along.
Well, two could play at that game.
“Since you seem to have trouble with your memory, I’m going to help you out.” He reached out and grabbed Bjorn’s cock with his hand. The stretch to his abdomen nearly had him screaming for a whole other reason, but he wasn’t about to admit it, or Bjorn would stop completely.
Doing his best not to grit his teeth too much, he could only hope Bjorn thought it was born out of frustration and not blinding agony as he swore all three wounds were ready to burst open. He gave Bjorn’s thick flesh several strokes.
When Bjorn bucked into his hand, Kegan grinned up at him, hoping the man didn’t see the wince that accompanied the small movement. “You see…” he teased, flicking his thumb across the slit at the tip. “If you want this monster to fuck my tight ass until you come inside of me and make me yours, you’re going to have to use at least two fingers to get me ready for you.”
Then, unable to remain in that position a moment longer, he flopped back onto the mattress, moving his hand from Bjorn’s cock, to his own. Lazily, he stroked his hard, throbbing flesh and rolled his balls with the other hand. “Either way, handsome,” he said with a wink. “I’m going to find my release. So, unless you don’t want me to come on your cock, I suggest you get a move on.”
Both fingers were shoved inside of him before he’d even finished his demands. There was a feral look on Bjorn’s face that nearly had that orgasm Kegan had been threatening Bjorn with barreling though him a lot sooner than he’d planned.
Empowered by how much he turned this strong man on, Kegan grinned up at him. “Better, old man. Now let’s see how you are at keeping up with me. It shouldn’t be too hard since I am injured.”
The look Bjorn gave him, a mix of pure hunger and determination to prove he wasn’t old, made Kegan want to laugh out loud, but he held back. No point in making Bjorn think Kegan didn’t want him. Cause he most definitely did.
Pretty much from the
moment they’d met, Kegan had wanted nothing more than to feel Bjorn inside of him. He’d just been too afraid to say anything since he hadn’t believed for a minute someone like Bjorn would want him. It didn’t help that it was his ancestors that had cursed the man.
Nothing turned someone off more than being cursed. Or, at least, Kegan figured that to be true.
“I’m going to show you what this old man can do when you’re healed, dollface,” Bjorn told him as he continued opening Kegan up.
“Promises, promises,” Kegan quipped back. “I’m guessing you’re going to demand I ride this big cock, just so you don’t get too tired.”
“Oh, I’ll let you ride me anytime you want, dollface, but I promise you, you won’t be doing all the work.” As if to punctuate the point, his fingers crooked and found Kegan’s prostate.
Stars formed in front of his eyes as the most intense pleasure washed through him as Bjorn hit his sweet spot several times. Kegan tried to move his hips, but Bjorn must have either realized he was hurting or he was trying to drive Kegan fucking crazy, because his other hand was pinning him to the mattress, making sure no pressure was placed on or near his wounds.
“I don’t know, dollface,” Bjorn teased. “It looks like it’s you who has no stamina. Maybe the problem is not that I’m old, but that you’re too young.”
Kegan tried to shoot Bjorn a glare but it fell flat when he once more brushed against Kegan’s prostate. All he could do was lay there and take it. How had he ever managed to get so damned lucky?
“Damn, Kegan, you look gorgeous all spread out naked for me.” The awe in Bjorn’s voice sent a thrill through Kegan.
He was ready to threaten, or even worse, beg, if it would get Bjorn’s thick cock inside of him, but thankfully, he didn’t need to. Bjorn chose that moment to pull his fingers out and slick himself up.
He placed his flared head against Kegan’s hole. His dark gaze flicked up to meet Kegan’s, then he pushed in. Kegan couldn’t hold that intense stare, no matter how much he wanted to, as his head fell back against the mattress. Moans poured from his mouth as Bjorn used shallow thrusts to sink further into Kegan’s channel.