Run This Town 04 - (Watch Me) Save You

by Avril Ashton

  Quinn shook his head. “Nice words. It’s too bad you’ve done nothing to back them up.” Tek opened his mouth, but Quinn held up a hand, silencing him. “What I figured out—what you helped me figure out—is that I’m owed. I’m due some happiness. Some love. Some trust and fidelity. See, I thought I was owed you, but apparently not. Because I’m in love with you, and you—funny thing—you’re in love with him.”

  “I love Elias, we shared some experiences that couldn’t help but shape us. That bonded us. I wouldn’t want to change that, because it made me who I am. It brought me here.”

  Quinn looked away as he squeezed his eyes shut. The empty hole inside grew and grew.

  “Look at me.” When he ignored Tek’s plea, the other man grabbed him by the shoulder and forced eye contact.

  Quinn narrowed his eyes.

  “I love Elias,” Tek said. “But I’ve done fine without him. I’ve lived. I’ve lived and carried on without having him. I know—I know—I can’t live without you. Watching you walk away from me, that had me ready to end it all. I can’t live without you. This isn’t me choosing you because I can’t have him. This isn't about me picking door number two or settling for second best. This is me telling you, promising you—cross my heart promise—that there was never a competition. You have a lock on all positions. All fucking positions. This is just me telling you that you’ve only ever had me. The real me. The real me who’s in love with you. And it’s not a contest. But if it were, you’d be the winner every Goddamn time.”

  Quinn closed his eyes. He wanted to believe those words. He wanted to claim those words. But fear wouldn’t let him. The memories of all he’d been through wouldn’t let him.

  “You are my safe place. My refuge that suddenly appeared in the middle of a never-ending storm. And when you turn away from me—’cause inevitably you will. If I love you, you leave. That’s the one constant in my life. My parents. Elias. So when you leave, you will have done what none of them, plus Stavros and his drugs, ever managed to do. You will have cut me down. You will have killed me. You, Quinn. Who I love more than my own fucking life. You will have destroyed me.”

  “Don’t you fucking dare!” Quinn snapped. “You don’t get to paint me with the same fucked up brush as the other men in your life. My job is to love you and to accept you, whoever the fuck you are. I want that job. I want it.”

  “Quinn.” Tek moved and Quinn looked up at him, standing there staring at him with his eyes all wide and brimming with things Quinn wasn’t ready to accept. He might never be.

  “Let me make up my own mind. Give me the facts,” he demanded. “I will decide what I want. What I can’t handle. Not you.” When Tek simply watched him, Quinn asked, “Did you sleep with Stavros?” He braced himself for the answer.

  “No.”

  Quinn released a breath.

  “But…” Tek rubbed his jaw. “The drugs. I—I didn’t say no,” he whispered.

  Heart hurting, Quinn twisted his fingers around each other. “You need to get help. You have to.”

  “I know that.” Tek nodded. “And I will. Cross my heart promise.”

  Quinn pursed his lips with a nod. He trusted that promise.

  “I’m sorry. I knew it was a bad idea,” Tek said softly, toeing off his boots one by one. “Getting close to you. I knew it was a bad idea. But I wanted to see you smile, I wanted to see you happy. I wanted to see you, with me. It was selfish, getting into this. All I did was drive you crazy.” A small smile appeared, dimpling his cheek. “You did the same to me.”

  He gripped the edge of the t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head before tossing it to the floor.

  “I know you’re hurt. I should have known fucking with me would mean that eventually you’d give up. On me. On us.” He unbuckled his jeans then fumbled with the zipper that he finally pulled down. He pushed the jeans down and kicked it off, standing there in just his socks that were a shocking neon green. “What are you looking for?” Tek asked. “What do you need? Anything you want. Say the word, I can be that.”

  He didn’t get it. “I don’t want just anything,” Quinn snapped. “I want you. I want my—” He swallowed. “I want the Xiao Chen that’s mine, who belongs to me.”

  “I am yours. And you…” Tek opened his palm and held up something, a slim, black tube. “Are you mine?” He uncapped the tube. Lipstick. As Quinn watched Tek put it on. He applied it to his lips, quick, precise swipes. When he was finished he pursed his lips as he held Quinn’s gaze. “I am yours.”

  Quinn gaped.

  Tek bent, rummaging in the bag Quinn hadn’t even seen him carry. He yanked stuff out. Clothes. A wig?

  “I am yours.” Tek stepped into a pair of panties, then a dress. A close fitting, red dress that hugged him tighter when he reached behind and drew the zipper up. Next came the dark shoulder length wig that he fixed on his head. From the bag Tek removed stockings. The thigh-high kind and he pulled them on, one leg at a time before slipping his feet into the very last thing inside the bag, black stilettoes.

  He stood in front of Quinn a different person, flicking the hair over his shoulder as he watched Quinn watch him.

  “Everything you wanted I tried to be.”

  “Did you try to be you?” Quinn asked softly. “Because I wanted you.”

  “I have been waiting for someone to see me,” Tek said. “Someone to love me, all of me. Not just the parts society will accept. This me.” He smoothed a hand down his front. “And that me.” He motioned to the discarded jeans and boots.

  ‘Tek.” Quinn didn’t know what else to say. How to say it. He stared at the person in front of him, itching to hug Tek. Itching to comfort him, to drive the fear that remained in his eyes despite the brave act he’d just completed.

  “I know you’re broken, and I know I hurt you. But I’m broken too. And hurting you hurts me.” Tek took a deep breath. “If you only knew how I see you. You’re so strong. So brave. It kills me. Your courage. I want it.” His nose was red, his eyes, too as he implored Quinn, “I want it. I want you.”

  Quinn scrambled to his feet and went to him, touching Tek’s face. “Sugar.”

  “I’m all yours.” Tek’s lips trembled. “My promise, my cross my heart promise. I’m all yours. This,” he motioned to himself. “This is all yours. I won’t let you down again. Cross my heart.”

  Could Quinn believe him? Could he trust the emotion bleeding from Tek’s tone and eyes? Every part of him wanted that, but the nagging doubt remained. He tightened his touch on Tek’s face and the other man turned, pushing his nose into Quinn’s palm. When they touched things weren’t so complicated, weren’t as murky. When they touched everything made sense.

  He dropped his hand, trying not to flinch at the loss in Tek’s gaze. “Hug the wall.”

  Tek’s eyes went wide. “Quinn—”

  “Hug the fucking wall!” He strode to the bed, refusing to stay and watch Tek follow the command. His legs were shaking, hands too, when he yanked open the nightstand drawer to get the lube. He remained there for a couple heartbeats, head bowed, staring unseeing at the bottle of lube in his hand.

  This was a step he couldn’t take lightly. His actions from here on out had to send a message. The problem, Quinn figured once he turned to gaze at Tek’s back, was that he had no Goddamn clue what that message was supposed to be.

  He took his time walking back to Tek, searching for a calm he didn’t have. “Hold this.” He thrust the lube at Tek. “Don’t drop it.”

  Tek took it, their fingers tangling. “Quinn.” His eyes were fucking wide, and his lips… so pretty.

  “I knew you’d be a problem for me,” Quinn told Tek in a conversational tone as he slid behind him. “I vacillated between never letting you walk through my door, and needing to see you every second of every day.” He slid a hand up Tek’s neck and curled his fingers in his hair. “You pissed me off,” he said at Tek’s ear. “And even as I cursed you for being here, for being you, I wanted you.”


  His lover groaned, bowing his head. Quinn felt his tremors as Tek’s body shook under him.

  “You were a challenge,” Tek said in a strained whisper. “Everything about you is a challenge and I—” He moaned and bucked. “I love it.”

  “I was lonely.” Quinn bent, forehead at Tek’s nape, inhaling his skin. “I was so fucking lonely and scared and needing. But I didn’t know it was you I needed until you came and gave me someone to bitch and yell at. You gave me someone to want to get better for.”

  “Whatever you want. Whatever you need. I can be that.”

  Quinn yanked on the wig, dragging his head back as he bit Tek’s earlobe. “I want you. All of you. All or fucking nothing,” he spat.

  “Yes.” Tek arched against him, his ass brushing Quinn’s crotch.

  Quinn touched him, a hand on his thigh then he dragged it up, slowly, over the smooth stocking and under the hem of the dress, until all he got was skin. Hot skin.

  Tek shuddered, and Quinn felt the vibration in his balls. He squeezed his eyes shut, struggling with his arousal, needing Tek in ways he hadn’t before.

  He wrapped Tek’s hair in a loose fist. “Move on me,” he rasped. He pressed his erection to Tek’s tight ass. “Move.”

  Tek did, grinding on him, ass rolling on Quinn’s cock. He had to grit his teeth and claw at Tek’s hip to fight the urge to slam back at him, to tear the Goddamn dress off and dive into him. Fuck, that would feel so good.

  “Quinn.” Tek panted, grasping at Quinn’s thigh with his free hand.

  “I bet you want me to lie to you,” Quinn murmured. “I bet you want me to say I’m not about to fucking slay this ass.” He grabbed one of Tek’s ass cheeks and squeezed. Tek cried out, pushing into his hand. “Put a hurting on it. Like you hurt me, like you made me doubt my judgment. Doubt you, and us. Like you made me hate you when you know—you fucking know—I’m not supposed to do anything but love you.”

  “Please.”

  “And for the record…” Quinn caught Tek’s chin, turning his head until their eyes met. “I fucking adore the way you beg.” He dropped to his knees between Tek’s parted thighs. “Don’t move.”

  Tek’s breaths echoed all around them.

  Quinn touched him, one hand on each leg, sliding his palms up from calf to where the stocking ended, mid-thigh. Lace on those thighs.

  Fuck.

  Tek’s knees buckled.

  “Don’t fucking move.” Quinn reached up under the dress and caressed the smooth, taut globe of Tek’s ass. “You have no idea how sexy this is.” He squeezed himself through his boxers. “None.” He straightened himself on his knees and grabbed the hem of the dress in both hands, lifting them up, up, up, and over Tek’s ass. Exposing the panties that had ridden up into his crack. “Arch for me.”

  Tek did with a whimper, legs widening, back dipping as his ass lifted.

  God.

  Quinn slapped him on the ass, thrilling at the sound, but loving that his handprint remained on the otherwise unblemished flesh.

  “Ugh.” Tek’s hips rolled. “I can’t. Quinn.”

  On his knees behind Tek, Quinn grasped his ass in both hands and leaned forward, sliding his tongue along the crease connecting thigh to gorgeous ass.

  Tek bucked, so naturally Quinn repeated the gesture, moaning at the taste of Tek’s skin. Salt on his tongue. He loved it. Everything about this man. How could he not love it?

  He tugged the panties to the side, gaze fixed on Tek’s hole. Quinn’s mouth watered, drooling at the anticipation of having all in his mouth, on his tongue.

  “On my face,” he snarled, digging his fingers into Tek’s flesh. “Put that ass on my face.”

  Goddamn man took orders like a pro, pushing back, smothering Quinn with all things delicious. Quinn snaked his tongue out, licking him, doing a sloppy job of it too. But that was the point, and Tek was soon humping his face, crying out, rocking on Quinn’s tongue as he held him steady and dove into him. Under his tongue, Tek’s hole contracted.

  Quinn couldn’t breathe, his knees ached and the front of his underwear was soaked with pre-cum. Stopping wasn’t an option, and if he needed to do that in order to breathe, then he’d be dying with a face full of ass.

  Above him, Tek was crying out his name, begging him to stop. His body shivered violently. Quinn loved every second of it. Seeing, feeling, knowing the effect he had on Tek? Sweetest thing.

  He pulled himself away, wiping his face as he staggered to his feet. Tek lifted his bowed head and glanced over his shoulder. Quinn took in the teeth marks on his bottom lip, the color in his cheeks and the dilated pupils.

  “Babe.” He swallowed loudly. “Let me—I need to come.”

  “Not yet.” Quinn bit him on his nape. “You hold it until I say when. Feel me?”

  “Quinn.”

  Quinn ignored the drowsy pleading look. Hell, he wanted to come, too. His balls were protesting the prolonged release, but he had plans. So much fucking plans for them tonight. He grasped the gold zipper at top of the dress and tugged it down slowly.

  “I love this,” he said softly. “Seeing you in this is just…” He shook his head. “You blow me away. And you have no idea what it does to me watching you move, so fucking sensual in this thing. You put this on and you become somebody else. And I love Xiao Chen. But this person, this side of you, if given the choice I’d be fucking you twenty-four seven.”

  Tek looked back at him, lips parted, shock in his gaze.

  “Sexy is not the word.” He stared at Tek’s back, his skin exposed where the dress parted. His spine was there, arched the way Quinn liked. He dipped his head, licked him along the ridges, and Tek undulated. Quinn didn’t stop kissing his spine as he held out his right hand. “Slick me.”

  The warm lube dripped onto his fingers as he kissed his way down Tek’s spine and when the bottle dropped to the floor, he pulled his hand away and brought a finger to Tek’s hole.

  “Argh.” Tek slapped both hands flat onto the wall, ass tightening around Quinn’s digit.

  “Open for me.” Quinn twisted the finger right and left, easing his way in as Tek tipped his ass higher. “Always so Goddamn hot.” He moaned, sweat slicking his brow. “Want inside. I want inside.”

  Tek reached behind and pulled his cheeks apart. “Fuck me.”

  Quinn added another finger even though getting both inside seemed impossible. But Tek panted for him, arched for him, and inch by inch he slid deeper and deeper until he was in to the last knuckle. He retreated a little then plunged in, repeating the motion until Tek was moving with him, riding his fingers, fucking himself on Quinn. Quinn pulled his cock free with his other hand, stroking himself as he stared at his fingers disappearing into Tek then drawing back only to plunge in again.

  The sensation was incredible, the clasp inescapable, and Quinn loved it, every second. He brought his cock to Tek’s crack, slid up and down while finger-fucking him.

  He heard Tek’s inhale.

  “Take me,” Tek begged. “Please.” He trembled against Quinn, head thrown back, his back arched.

  He was perfection. This man in a dress, heels and a wig that Quinn kept pulling on. He was perfection, and Quinn ached to claim it for himself. He ached to put his stamp all over Tek, declare him off limits. Would that be too much? Not enough? He didn’t know, but he’d find out.

  He pulled his fingers away and immediately pressed his cock head to the slick entrance, pushing in, in, in.

  Tek’s cries picked up, bouncing around the room. Quinn gave him the fingers on his left hand, and Tek latched on, biting his fingertips before sucking on them. He dipped into Tek’s ring of muscle with a low pop and sank deeper, eyes sliding shut at the suffocating hold.

  “Fuck.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “Fuck.” Nothing else came to mind.

  “All yours,” Tek told him a hoarse whisper. “This is all yours.”

  Quinn pulled back and slammed forward. Tek shouted. His ass clenched.

  Painful.
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  Goddamn. So painful. But Quinn’s balls liked it. Sparks ignited along his spine, popping, popping. He closed his eyes and unleashed everything, fucking Tek hard. Pounding. Grunting. Tek bit him again, chewing on his Goddamn fingertips. Quinn thrust into him, and Tek threw it right back, ass out, asking, begging for more.

  Begging for deeper.

  Quinn clamped down on him with his teeth in his shoulder, fingers on his hips, ramming into Tek who took it for what it was.

  Punishment.

  Yes.

  But fuck, a claiming too.

  Quinn panted, heart racing. He loved this man. “So much,” he murmured, sliding his tongue over the indentation of his teeth on Tek’s skin. “I love you so fucking much.”

  Tek’s hand came up over his head, clutching the back of Quinn’s head. Holding him there. “I have been waiting for you. To love you.” He kissed Quinn’s knuckles, laced their fingers. “Love me.”

  “I do.” Quinn pistoned into him. “I do. Tell me you know what this is. Tell me you know.”

  “Yes. I know.”

  Quinn wanted to ask Tek not to hurt him. Not to betray him.

  But love wasn’t that. Love had no assurances. Love was just trust, and faith, and knowing. Knowing the person you loved reciprocated.

  He brought his hand to the front, slid it down Tek’s torso, still covered in the dress, and cupped him through the panties. He was soaked, hard and throbbing for Quinn.

  “Come for me.” He licked the shell of Tek’s ear. “Xiao Chen, come.”

  Tek seized up everywhere, fingers clamping painfully around Quinn’s wrist. His ass squeezed Quinn so hard he bit down on his tongue even as he rose on his tiptoes.

  “Goddamn. Yess.”

  Tek came, his cum pouring out into Quinn’s palm. And as the sticky shit pooled in his palm, Quinn let go as well, emptying himself inside Tek. He slumped over Tek whose head was pushed into the wall, squeezing Tek’s cock until his vision reverted to normal and his head quit buzzing.

  Finally he pulled out and staggered a few feet away, rocking on unsteady legs. Tek flipped against the wall, facing him as he slid down to the floor. Quinn grinned. The lipstick had been chewed off. The wig was askew, stocking torn and his thighs were shining with Quinn’s cum.