by Trina Solet
Blake tried to explain himself though he wasn't sure he could.
"We had to risk it. Mayes was ready to..." Blake didn't finish. They all knew what Mayes was ready to do. "Doug Neumar is dead. He was found with his throat slit after talking to Mayes," Blake said to Reese.
"Fuck," Reese said.
"I think Doug must have told Mayes about this place, that we used to hang out here," Blake guessed.
Reese nodded. "Mayes said he knew stuff about me. Maybe he thought I was hiding out here. I did think about it, but I didn't like that there was only one way down."
"Two," Finn said while eyeing where Mayes had fallen. Everyone glared at him. "He was going to cut Dee. Don't expect me to feel sorry for him," he said, looking furious.
"Settle down," Dee Dee told him and hugged him. She turned to Blake and Reese to ask, "So this Mayes guy never planned to get away? He was suicidal?"
Blake shook his head. He couldn't say.
"It's possible that he was," Reese said. "He lived a normal life before he attacked me and got sent to prison. It wrecked his life. My dad had a record, and it's not easy finding even menial work. But Mayes was white collar, worked for some corporation, and he was convicted of sexual assault. Even finding a place to live would be hard. If he couldn't adjust to his new status as a convicted sex offender..."
Sirens and emergency lights interrupted their gloomy, tense mood. An ordeal of a million questions followed. At least Reese's arm was bandaged.
The questioning continued at the police station. That's where Yu Lin met them. She rushed at the twins, hugging them tightly.
"You are supposed to he in school," Yu Lin said.
"Sorry, Mom. I impersonated you and called us in sick," Dee Dee confessed.
"Sorry," Finn said.
"Never mind that," Yu Lin said looking both scared and relieved. "What happened?"
The twins told her the story in overlapping chatter. Hearing that Mayes held Dee Dee hostage, Yu Lin was distraught.
"I'm OK. Good as new, thanks to Reese," Dee Dee said bravely. It was clear how much she wanted to reassure her mom.
Yu Lin looked like she was going to cry. Seeing her like that, Blake was overwhelmed with guilt.
"I'm sorry for all of this," Blake started to say, but all of a sudden, she hugged him.
"I'm glad you're all right, both of you." She looked at both him and Reese. Seeing Blake's surprise, she told him, "I know how they are. Finn and Dee Dee latch on, and they don't let go."
"Yeah. They're pretty great, just like their mom," Blake told her. He couldn't believe she didn't blame him.
"And if you need a lawyer. I can hire one," she offered.
Blake looked over at Reese.
"We aren't under arrest," Reese said.
"I think we're OK," Blake told her. In case the police had any ideas about charging him or Reese, Blake told them that Mayes probably killed Doug Neumar.
"If anything changes, I'll have a lawyer here for you," she assured them.
As she went back to fussing over Finn and Dee Dee, Blake turned to Reese and hugged him. Careful of his arm, he held on to him. Every moment he felt as if the terror of watching him fall was catching up with him. It was hitting him all of a sudden – all the things that could have gone wrong, how close he came to losing Reese. He needed the physical reassurance that Reese was really all right.
Chapter 23
After the police were done with all of them, Yu Lin and the twins wanted Blake and Reese to come home with them. They insisted, but the two of them needed to be alone.
It was nighttime by the time they arrived at the motel and started to climb the stairs up to their room. At the top of the stairs, Reese grabbed the railing. He was starting to shake. It was like he was seeing Mayes dead on the ground all over again. Blake took him in his arms and held him in a tight embrace.
"Tell me what you need," Blake whispered.
"I don't know," Reese said in a voice that was barely louder than a breath. Blake looked at him and saw he was far away.
"Then I'll just keep holding you," Blake told him.
"You. I need you," Reese said suddenly, as if he just remembered. Pulling back, he looked at Blake with bright eyes, not lost and glassy like before.
"You have me," Blake told him.
Reese wrapped him in a hug that tightened until it hurt.
They went inside the motel room, still the same, Blake's grubby heaven on earth. He smiled at the messy bed where he and Reese would sleep again. It made him happy. Their bed, the first one they shared but not the last.
Blake helped Reese take off his clothes and take a shower. He did a good job keeping his bandage dry despite being distracted by the sight of Reese's body under a stream of water. He dried him off too. He was aroused out of his mind, but he kept things fairly decent. The whole time Reese smirked at him and his show of willpower.
At the end of it, Blake had to indulge himself a little. He slipped his arms around Reese from behind, needing to feel him like he needed to breathe. Slowly, Reese turned in his arms with his eyes closed. Blake kissed him lightly until his eyes opened.
Looking into them, Blake felt so lost. They were a deep blue and unbearably sad. Blake kissed him again. He wanted to show him what was possible. He wanted Reese to feel how happy they could be. Reese just had to let go of his past and give himself to Blake the way he once wanted to.
As he held Reese, Blake was aware that he was holding his dream. It was turning into reality because Reese had a generous heart and loved him more than he deserved. For that, Blake was determined to show him how much he was loved in return.
As he embraced him tightly but tenderly, Blake watched the look in Reese's eyes change. The melancholy was replaced by a fierce, angry expression. His eyes were blindly searching for something until they focused on Blake.
Frenzied with need, Reese was ripping at his clothes, clawing at him and dragging him to the floor. Reese was suddenly wild, like being put in danger and narrowly escaping death only now caught up to him.
Blake wasn't going to try and stop him. Hell he couldn't even slow him down. He simply accepted the weight of his naked body on top of him and the fury in his eyes. As Reese leaned over him and glared, he tried to catch his breath. His mouth moved, but at first no sound came out.
When Reese finally spoke, his voice was raw and hushed. "As bad as it was, today was nothing. What you put me through, that was real hell."
"I'm sorry." Blake was horrified by what Reese was saying.
Reese leaned down even closer to him and stared hard into his eyes. "Now promise you're going to spend the rest of your life making it up to me," he demanded in a gruff voice.
"Yes. I will," Blake gasped, feeling the truth of that promise down to his bones.
At those words, Reese's eyes turned liquid and his voice became less growling and more deep with emotion. "Good. You hurt me, but you healed me too. You were always my drug, my salvation. I wouldn't have been able to live if I didn't have a small hope that somehow one day I would have you," Reese said with the earnestness of a crazy man.
"I'm just a screw-up who loves you," Blake told him simply.
"As long as you are all mine, it's all I need."
Blake confirmed it. "I am. I always will be," he vowed.
With a hand around the back of his neck, Reese brought Blake up and crashed his mouth hard against his. The searing, ravenous kiss sealed the promise between them like a brand. Blake moaned around Reese's tongue thrusting deep into his mouth.
Abruptly, Reese broke off the kiss to get condoms and lube. He kneeled next to Blake and kissed him again. Grabbing Blake's hand, he lubed his fingers and guided them to his ass. Using his mouth, he put the condom on Blake's cock. Then he thrust back impatiently as Blake fingered him, slicked up, and stretched his ass.
Slapping his hand away, Reese straddled him again. Blake gasped feeling his rock hard cock nestled against the curve of Reese's ass. Angling his body, gripping the
base of his cock, Reese took Blake inside him. His body sheathed Blake as he let himself drop lower, inch by inch until he was flush against him.
Supporting himself on his good arm, Reese leaned back, breathing hard with Blake deep inside him. Blake panted and moaned, savoring the wonderful feeling of tightness and heat. The sensation of being buried inside Reese was all-consuming. Reese was his world.
"Promise you'll be careful with your arm," Blake managed to say.
"Are you making demands?" Reese asked, leaning forward and bouncing slightly on Blake's cock.
"No. Be careful with your arm," Blake ordered him anyway.
Reese rose above Blake until Blake's cock was almost free of him. Then he lowered himself to let Blake's cock plunge deep again. Blake's hips thrust up on their own. Reese pushed him down. He repeated the slow rise and fall as Blake groaned under him. Blake groped his thighs, feeling the sleek muscles lift Reese off his cock. Descending again, Reese took him into that tight furnace of his body to burn him alive.
Reese didn't stay with the slow but intense strategy. After a while, Reese picked up speed and rode him like a madman. He was driven by a primitive craving. Blake felt it too. It was the need rooted deep in the body to show it was alive, prove its survival. A fuck was the ultimate proof of life. But no matter how rough and driven with animal need, everything they did was filled with love not just desire.
That's why Blake had to stop him. He grabbed hold of Reese's hips and stilled him.
"Fuck you, Blake. Let go," Reese said, struggling against him.
Blake flipped them over and pinned Reese to the floor.
"I came too close to losing you. That can't ever happen," Blake told him as Reese thrashed under him.
He quieted but kept breathing hard. "Then you better keep me close and satisfy me."
"I plan to." Blake got his legs out of the way and plunged back inside Reese.
Reese wrapped himself around Blake, his arms and legs holding him close. It felt good to be held against his body so tightly, to know he was wanted and needed. As Blake pulled back and thrust in again, pleasure radiated through every inch of him.
"I love you," he told Reese.
Reese laughed and groaned and told Blake to fuck him. But the smile lingered on his lips as his body shook with the heavy pounding Blake was giving him. Blake wondered at him. If the words I love you could make him smile like that, Blake would say them a million times. Every time Blake's cock reached inside the sweet depths of his body, he would say I love you. He would live those words for the rest of his life.
*
Blake was a dream Reese clung to through all the nightmares. Now inside him, he was a wave of pure, unending pleasure that drove Reese out of his mind. As crazy as he felt before when he pushed Blake down to the floor, it was nothing compared to this.
As it moved inside him, Blake's cock obliterated every sane thought in his head. Every inch of him ached for Blake. His hands were cruel, raking Blake's skin, squeezing his ass in a hard grip. It was as if he had forgotten that Blake was human and could feel, that Blake loved him. But Reese needed him so desperately, he couldn't think. He wanted too much – control and possession, to own Blake, to take him inside himself and never let him go.
His whole being vibrated with need for Blake. Damn, he had so much power over him. No drug could ever get its hooks into Reese like this. He spent his whole life freefalling into Blake's arms, just on the off chance that Blake might open his arms and catch him. Now it was happening. Blake was his, and Reese had to have him over and over again.
After narrowly escaping death, his need was like an animal's, base and pure, too primal to resist. Reese unleashed it. He let it howl and drag Blake down with him to that uncivilized place where bodies thrashed and pounded. Blake's cock surged inside him, hot steel that split him opened and filled him up.
He lost himself to the relentless rhythm of Blake's cock pumping in and out of him. Nothing existed but their two bodies, slick with sweat, needing each other. Rough breaths and desperate moans mingling until Reese didn't know his own voice from Blake's, his own body from the one above him, his own need from Blake's.
He needed Blake to come. He begged for it. He drove his body hard into Blake's to make it happen. He wanted to hear Blake's loud moan melt through him, to feel his ecstasy shake his bones and make him shoot his own blissful release over both of them.
Teeth gritted against a scream of agonizing pleasure, Reese arched, a bow pulled tight, ready to shoot. Then came the release. His come streamed over both of them. His insides throbbed and pulsed, closing around Blake. As Blake roared, Reese squeezed him, his whole body a tight fist around Blake's cock, forcing him to come.
Blake was falling with him into the pure pleasure that swallowed Reese whole. Blake's hard muscles quivered as he punched one last time deep inside him then collapsed into his arms. Murmuring, "I love you, Reese," Blake kissed him all over. Reese dragged himself out from under him as Blake's hands slid along his slick flesh to try and hold him. Stumbling, he got up and pulled Blake off the floor too.
After wiping himself off, Reese dropped to the bed and stretched out. He held out his arms, beckoning Blake to climb into bed with him. When Blake kneeled on the bed, Reese pulled him down on top of him. It wasn't long before Blake closed his eyes, falling asleep, leaving Reese to stare at the ceiling, feeling satisfied and happy.
Reese woke to Blake shifting on top of him, trying to snuggle closer. Feeling his weight settle on top of him, Reese pushed him off roughly.
"I'm not a mattress," he told Blake, who looked at him groggily.
Reese pulled free of him though his cock demanded attention. Both their cocks did, but Reese was still shivering with the memory of the night before. He needed to feel sane for a little while and that wasn't possible if he let Blake manhandle him again.
Reese was about to get into the shower when he stopped in the doorway to the bathroom. A realization hit him. He slept the whole night through. No nightmares. Reese smiled to himself. Even though he knew the nightmares weren't done with him, he kept smiling. That's when Blake came up behind him and tried to maul him. That should teach him not to linger around that insatiable beast.
"I'm taking a shower," Reese told him and shoved him away.
"You need me to keep the bandage dry," Blake said.
He was so transparent, even if his hard cock wasn't a dead giveaway about his real motive.
"I'll manage," Reese told him and shut the door in his face. He had no intention of indulging Blake every second even if his cock did ache for Blake's hand, his mouth, or any part of him. Reese's own hand did the job, kind of. Using his hand to jerk off reminded him of its state.
Once he got out of the shower, he looked down at his right hand. His fingers hurt like hell. This was the hand that saved him. It got bruised by the impact with the metal bar he grabbed to keep himself from falling. Under the bandage, the cut hurt every time he moved his left arm. Reese thought back to that moment when Blake signaled him with just a look. If they had not been so perfectly in sync, he would be dead now.
When he was done in the bathroom, Blake checked his bandage.
"What we did was crazy," Blake declared while looking at his arm.
"No way was I going to die when I just found you again," Reese told him.
He smiled, but Blake looked pale. His breathing was shallow, his hand cold as Reese took it in his own. He slumped against Reese with his forehead on his shoulder. Reese kissed his face and his neck. He felt the stubble against his lips as he fitted his body against Blake's.
"Hold me tighter," he told Blake though he was the one who was shaky. He knew it would make Blake feel better.
"I don't want to crush you. The way I feel right now, I think I might," Blake said as his strong arms squeezed Reese but not as hard as they could.
Reese looked at him. "Crush me," he said with a smile as he sank against Blake and let the man he loved hold him as tight as he wanted.
Though Finn and Dee were perfectly fine, their mom decided to keep them home the next day. Finn wanted to sleep late, if only Dee would let him. Barging into Finn's room, sitting on his bed, Dee nudged him awake. Like he could sleep with her practically sitting on his arm.
"What happened is all over the school. I have like a million texts," Dee said, showing him her phone.
Finn groaned as he looked at the blinking light on the phone sitting on his nightstand. He was about to pick it up when he heard the doorbell. After a minute, Mom called him to the door.
Throwing on some clothes, Finn went to the hall and stopped. Nando was standing by the front door. Finn felt like he should rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't still asleep.
He might be dreaming because Nando didn't seem like his usual self. He looked stricken, both helpless and wound up, like he was ready to fall apart if Finn didn't do or say something. Finn had never seen him like that.
Coming over to him on shaky legs, Nando peered at him intently. Finn could swear he was holding his breath. He looked Finn over as if he needed to make sure he was still in one piece. It made Finn wonder what kind of rumors were going around town.
"I'm fine, if that's what you're asking," Finn said though Nando hadn't asked or said anything. Suddenly Nando pulled him into a bruising, bone snapping hug.
"You live dangerously," Nando told him, holding him too tight and breathing hard against him. Then he kissed him.
It was such a shock of pure, hot pleasure that Finn was almost knocked over. As the kiss ended, all he could do was stare at Nando.
"Now that you got me going, you're living dangerously too," Finn said to him, tasting the kiss and feeling its heat spreading all through him.
"I guess so. Can't let you out of my sight." He looked annoyed with Finn, but his eyes were smiling and a little teary. Overcome with emotion, he was so hot. It was no wonder Finn didn't notice who else was standing there.