Fucked. The word, formed by Nathaniel’s perfect lips, was both rude and incredibly erotic. They were together now, so they were going to do so much more than just fuck, but equally, there was probably no other way to describe it. Making love seemed… well, girly somehow, and even now, with them having done nothing more than kiss and grope, he knew it was going to be an experience laden with explosive need, dizzying lust, and lots of other good stuff. Sex was just… lame. It felt clinical, like a description in a non-fiction manual. No, what they were about to do couldn’t possibly be called anything other than fucking.
Regardless of descriptor, Isaac was ready to begin. “Yes, it has. Too damn long, if you ask me.” He pulled in a deep breath and grinned. “And you know what? I’m not going home until we’re all fucked out, okay? So I hope you’ve got plenty of rubbers and lube.”
“Don’t worry. We’re all set to screw until we can’t walk, can’t see straight, until our balls scream with the effort of producing more cum, and whatever other analogies you’d like to add to that.”
“Sod analogies. Let’s do it.” He stepped back and began to remove his clothes, glancing up every now and again to see Nathaniel doing the same, revealing his long, luscious body one perfect inch at a time.
They stood feet apart, naked and erect, drinking each other in. Nathaniel licked his lips, then reached down, fisted his cock and pumped it slowly. “Fuck, Isaac, you’re perfect. Utterly perfect. I look at you and I just can’t decide what I want to do. Suck your cock, have you suck mine, fuck your arse, have you fuck mine, or just trail my tongue over every millimetre of your delectable skin until you’re writhing underneath me and begging me to do… anything.”
Groaning, Isaac grasped his own shaft and squeezed it gently. Too much pressure and he’d go off like a rocket. “I know exactly what you mean. God, if there was a way to fuck each other’s arses at the same time, that would be amazing.”
Nathaniel smirked. “It would. But you know what we can do, which I’m sure will be pretty awesome?”
“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
“I can do better than that. Get on your back on the bed and I’ll show you.”
Isaac strode over to the bed. “You don’t need to tell me twice.” He settled into the centre of the mattress, his head on the pillows, and watched to see what Nathaniel would do next.
Nathaniel settled down next to him, slanted his lips over Isaac’s and gave him another soul-stealing kiss before murmuring, “Just had to do that again first. I can’t get enough of your mouth… on any part of my body.” He winked and let out a chuckle before rotating one hundred and eighty degrees and getting into a position where they could suck each other off at the same time.
Isaac grinned at the heavy shaft descending towards his face. As he gripped Nathaniel’s hips to guide him into position, he caught a glimpse of his tattoo before it was obscured by the cock and balls swinging and swaying in front of his eyes.
He wrapped his fingers around the base of Nathaniel’s shaft and guided it towards his mouth, poking his tongue out and tentatively sweeping it across the tip. He was still getting used to the piercing, but he enjoyed toying with it nonetheless, especially since it seemed to drive Nathaniel crazy. He flicked the metal bar back and forth, then paused momentarily as a hot, wet mouth engulfed his shaft and began to do a similar thing—minus the piercing, of course.
Isaac realised then that a sixty-nine could be as torturous as it was tantalising. Nathaniel was clearly willing to play him at his own game. So if he teased the tip of Nathaniel’s cock, Nathaniel did the same to him. If he stroked and sucked but didn’t quite do enough to send him over the edge, he got the same treatment. The natural temptation would be to suck long and hard and deep, ensuring his own climax as well as his lover’s, but where was the fun in that? Teasing and being teased was part of the fun. If all he wanted was to get off as quickly as possible, he could have gone home and masturbated.
Being here with Nathaniel was a million times better. No, a billion.
He continued to lick the tip of Nathaniel’s cock as if it were an ice cream, enjoying the salty taste of precum as it seeped out of his hole. Wanting more, he poked his tongue inside, scooped out more of the juices and allowed the taste to fire off his taste buds. God, was there anything about this man that was not perfect?
Down at the other end of the bed, Nathaniel was still mirroring his movements. In a way, this made his life slightly easier. The one fault he’d found with sixty-nines was that his concentration was divided between pleasuring and being pleasured, something that could sometimes detract from the experience. But, in this case, because he knew exactly what Nathaniel was going to do next, he anticipated it and enjoyed it without worrying about something unexpected happening. There would be plenty of time for the unexpected later.
Having got Nathaniel’s shaft very wet with saliva, he took great delight in sucking it into his eager mouth, working his lips further and further down the length until he could take no more. The piercing threatened to make him gag, and only the fact that his own cock was on the verge of being deep-throated stopped him from pulling back. Instead, he drew in a deep breath through his nostrils and slowly took in more of Nathaniel’s dick until his nose was buried in the black pubic hair at its base. The act of doing it was almost as arousing as having it done to him, and all his hairs stood on end as need coursed through his veins. He already had Nathaniel, but he still needed him, needed… something.
He gathered up some of the saliva coating his lips and chin on his fingers and reached around to Nathaniel’s buttocks. He quickly located his puckered hole, smeared the fluid over and around it, then pressed one finger into his back entrance. A strangled moan escaped Nathaniel, causing his throat to squeeze around Isaac’s glans.
It was like a chain reaction—now Isaac moaned at the extra, unexpected stimulation and pushed his digit deeper inside his lover, who had regained enough of his senses to attempt to do the same. Isaac’s rear hole was more difficult to access given the position they were in, but one plus point was that it was already wet with Nathaniel’s saliva, gravity having carried it from Isaac’s shaft and balls and into his crack.
Isaac slipped another finger into Nathaniel’s backside just as one long digit penetrated his own. He twisted his wrist awkwardly, trying to gain the angle needed to hit Nathaniel’s prostate. After a couple of minutes’ persistence, he got there without dislocating anything and began to work it as he gulped around the tip of Nathaniel’s cock and flicked his tongue anywhere else he could reach.
Nathaniel caught up with him and they got into a rhythm; sucking, licking and finger-fucking each other until they could take no more. Nathaniel tumbled over the edge first, his rear hole quivering and clenching around Isaac’s fingers as his cock stiffened further, then emptied his balls down his lover’s throat, all without stopping what he was doing to Isaac.
Isaac had barely pulled away from Nathaniel’s cock and slipped his fingers from his bottom before his own orgasm was wrung out of him in a flurry of movement—a bobbing head, a wicked tongue and questing, pressing, stroking fingers. He let out a surprised yelp as a line of fire ran down his spine, centred at its base, then shot out of his shaft. He fisted the sheets and held on tight as Nathaniel licked and sucked every ounce of spunk out of him and swallowed it all down with relish.
As his climax abated, Isaac felt as though his entire body was weighted—like he was trying to swim in clothes. He relaxed, allowing himself to sink deeper into the mattress, floating with the delicious hormones buzzing through his system.
Nathaniel gently disentangled himself and flopped onto the mattress beside him without turning around. “Fucking hell,” he said, his keen gaze raking up Isaac’s body before settling on his face. “That was… amazing. I’m sure there’s a better word, but it’s all I can come up with right now. My brain is fried.”
Smiling lazily, Isaac replied, “I know what you mean. I feel as if I’ve melted o
r something. I can feel nothing and everything all at once.”
Clearly fighting his own physiological urge to doze off, Nathaniel slowly turned around and crawled up the bed, before snuggling in beside Isaac. They reached for each other and shuffled around until they found a position they were both happy with, which ended up with Nathaniel curled into Isaac’s side, his head resting on his shoulder.
After pressing a kiss to the mussed-up crop of black hair next to his cheek, Isaac let out a contented sigh.
Nathaniel tilted his head back and looked at him, a curious smile on his face. “What are you thinking about?”
“Oh, nothing much.”
“Come on, tell me.”
“You won’t laugh?”
“Not unless you tell me a joke.”
Landing a playful slap on the other man’s back, which happened to be where his hand was resting, Isaac said, “All right. I was just thinking that if this is what a relationship is like, I’m both disappointed and glad I’ve never had one before.”
A line appeared between Nathaniel’s eyebrows. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It does to me. What I mean is that in a way, it’s a shame I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Perhaps I’ve missed out. But, on the other hand, I’m glad I haven’t had it before, because now it’s with you. You’re my first and I’m happy about that.” He wanted to add, And I hope you’ll be my last, but it seemed too much, too soon. That and, unless somehow Isaac died before Nathaniel, it probably wouldn’t be true, as much as he was feeling it then.
He forced thoughts of death and almost-immortality from his brain. This wasn’t the time or place to be thinking about shit like that. Especially not when Nathaniel started to pepper kisses across his shoulder and neck, nuzzling into that spot between the two and sending delicious sensations zinging through his body. His cock had taken note, too, and was beginning to awaken once more.
Nathaniel paused momentarily. “Okay, it makes sense now. And that was a beautiful thing to say, thank you.”
“You don’t think it was a bit… well, soppy?” He cringed at his choice of words, but they seemed to be the furthest thing from his lover’s mind. Nathaniel probably hadn’t even noticed.
Shaking his head, Nathaniel looked earnest. “No, I don’t. I know it’s early days, but I’ve got a really good feeling about this. About us. I really care about you, Isaac, and I’m so glad we’ve figured out a way we can be together.”
Cupping Nathaniel’s cheek, Isaac murmured, “Me too. I mean, I really care about you too, and I’m glad we’re together.” Then he leaned in for a sweet, meaningful kiss, which continued for some time before lust took over and turned into something altogether more sensual, more sexy.
Before long, Isaac’s cock was raring to go, and he knew that unless he took control, there would still be indecision about who was fucking whom. So, with a feral growl, he flipped Nathaniel onto his back and straddled him, urging him to retrieve a condom and lube, fast. He could return the favour later.
Chapter Thirty-three
Matthew and Isaac awoke in human form and hurriedly went through their usual post-full moon routine. Matthew couldn’t help the sense of trepidation that took him over as his brain kicked into gear. Despite all their best efforts, they’d had no luck over the last month at finding out who’d been trying to frame them.
The previous night, the brothers had gone into the caves, secretly pinning all their hopes on the gang on the moor, wishing for better luck this time.
This full moon, it hadn’t been necessary for anyone to wait outside the two cave entrances to ensure Matthew and Isaac didn’t come out, so a larger number of people were available to stake out the moor, complete with lights and cameras. Matthew sent a silent prayer up to any deity that would listen that something had happened last night. Something good.
As soon as Matthew scrambled out of the hole and onto solid ground, he caught sight of Richard. The vicar was sitting on a hillock a few feet away, head in his hands, looking as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He also looked cold and somewhat dishevelled, but that was to be expected, since he hadn’t slept all night, and it was November. It was his demeanour which gave Matthew cause for concern. Was this good news or bad news? Part of him didn’t want to know. Maybe if he just ran for it now and never looked back, he’d never have to deal with this shit ever again.
But the rest of him knew perfectly well he’d never do that. Never leave the village, his brother, his friends. Most especially now, because that would mean their enemy had won. And there was no way that was going to happen. No fucking way.
Richard hadn’t heard them yet, so Matthew took a couple of deep breaths, thinking he’d need all the calm he could summon for whatever happened next. He turned and held out a hand to help his brother out of the hole. As soon as Isaac stood next to his brother, he spotted Richard, and his face registered the same emotions Matthew had gone through—surprise, then concern, then full-on worry.
They exchanged a resigned look, then approached their friend.
Their footsteps startled the vicar out of his slump. He looked up. Seeing his friend’s face sent a shiver down Matthew’s spine. This was not good. Not at all. Richard looked terrible.
Standing, the clergyman gave a weak smile that looked more like a grimace. “Morning, lads. All right?”
Matthew sighed. “No, because your feelings are written all over your face. Something’s happened and it’s not good. Please, mate, just tell us.”
Richard ran a hand through his hair, making it stand on end. He seemed to sag and grow shorter, his shoulders sinking in towards his chest. “I-I don’t think I can.”
It took all of Matthew’s willpower to keep calm. He didn’t want to lose his rag and scare the shit out of his friend. He stepped forward, placed his hands on the vicar’s shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze. “Come on, mate. We’ve had a horrendous few months. I’m not sure how it can get any worse.”
Richard dragged in a breath, then let it escape from his mouth, a quiver apparent. His gaze flicked momentarily to Isaac, then back to Matthew. “Please, I just don’t think I can say the words.”
After several seconds, he snatched at Matthew’s wrists, his eyes wide. “We got him.” Chest heaving, he glanced over at Isaac. “We got him.” He hung his head, his gaze boring into the ground.
“What?” Matthew said, his surprise manifesting as a barked word. “You got him? So why are you—” A horrible thought tickled at the edges of his conscious mind. He swallowed hard. “W-why isn’t this a good thing? I don’t understand.”
With what seemed to be a supreme effort, the vicar lifted his gaze to meet Matthew’s. The pain in his eyes made Matthew nauseous. What the hell? “Don’t make me say it. Please. Can I just show you? He’s in the church. We took him straight there. Everyone else who came last night is there keeping watch, and I came down to meet you. We haven’t called the police yet. We thought you might want to speak to him first.”
The shiver that had run down Matthew’s spine not so long ago recurred, joined the nausea churning in his stomach, and threatened to make him retch. The unthinkable, unspeakable thought was still tickling at the edges of his consciousness, and he refused to give it the time of day. He didn’t want to risk it, just in case it made it true. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t allow it, couldn’t.
“Yes, okay.” He had no idea how he was keeping a lid on things, but he suspected he wouldn’t hold out for too much longer. His true feelings were in there, waiting to spill out. “Come on, mate,” he said softly, helping him up, “let’s go, get you inside and with a hot drink. You look done in.”
His lips twitching at the corners, Richard said, “Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
Isaac hadn’t uttered a word since emerging from the caves, and when Matthew turned around, he could see why. His brother had gone pale, so pale it looked as if there wasn’t a drop of blood left in his body. No doubt he’d
had similar diabolical thoughts, but had allowed them to run riot in his brain.
“Hey,” Matthew said, taking his brother’s arm. He now had a man on each side of him, and began all but dragging them both along. “It’s over. It’s really fucking over. This should be a good thing.” He wasn’t sure if he was saying it for Isaac’s benefit or his own, but he continued to repeat the words, over and over, all the way back to the village. If he’d been sitting down, he’d probably be rocking back and forth.
Once they reached the door to the church, Richard produced a key from his pocket. “I don’t normally lock the door, but I didn’t want to risk the wrong person walking in. I’m not sure how I’d explain this.”
Matthew gave a curt nod, keeping a tight hold of his brother’s arm. Isaac tried to pull away, violently shaking his head, his dark hair swinging as if it had a life of its own. “I-I can’t. I can’t go in there.”
Richard put the key in the lock and turned it, but didn’t open the door. He didn’t appear keen to face what was on the other side any more than Isaac was.
“You have to.” Matthew grabbed Isaac’s shoulders tightly, so tightly it would have hurt a human, maybe even dislocated something. But Isaac needed the pain to ground him, to make him realise this was real and not a dream. Or a horrific nightmare. “We have to. I don’t want to either. But we can’t run away from this. Someone’s been fucking us over. Someone we know. It sucks, but there’s nothing we can do about it. We can’t erase the past, change what’s happened. What we can do is go in there, face him, hash this out, turn him over to the police, and try to deal with it. Move on. Whoever he is, he’s ruined our lives for long enough. He’s scum, and he doesn’t deserve to do it for any longer. We can’t give him the satisfaction. Come on—let’s get this over with and then let him answer for his actions.”
Isaac’s head lolled back and he stared silently at the sky for several seconds. He seemed to be thinking, working things out in his mind. He took a handful of slow, deep breaths, then finally shifted his head back into its natural position and gave his brother a decisive nod. “Okay. Let’s get this over with. But we need to agree something first.”
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