by Jackie Nacht
However, the last few days, his brother hadn’t been coming out to have a snowball fight with Puck or run around with the other Unseelie. Is he okay? He hadn’t seen Puck either so he couldn’t help but be worried.
The other reason Axle came to the lake was to think about Foster. The man had been true to his word, he had become a friend to him. Axle had an honest friend for the first time in his life and cherished every second of it. The two spent their days in the woods, Foster teaching him how to hunt. Axle still was terrible and oftentimes hurt more than helped the fae by being too damn loud, but Foster would just smile and wait patiently for the next game.
Sheesh, but the blood still had him getting horizontal in a New York minute. So, he didn’t think it was in the cards to continue doing it in the future. Foster now had a system to keep him busy until all sight of blood was gone.
Axle did everything he could to help Foster. Clean the hut, which he refused to let Foster expand. He loved the damn thing as it was. His other duties were to hunt for berries and carry stuff to and from the court when they received items from the mortal realm. It wasn’t much, but Axle tried to show his gratitude in helping Foster wherever he could. Plus, he enjoyed those soft smiles from Foster whenever he worked alongside the fae.
Part of him wished he hadn’t told Foster that he wasn’t ready for anything more than friends. Sleeping in the same hut, spending every moment together had made him grow to care for Foster more than he thought was possible for him. Love had been something to be extended to his brother only. Now, Axle was falling for Foster…deeply.
He also truly trusted Foster. He was the only one outside of his brother that stuck to his word and hadn’t deviated. He had been a rock when Axle doubted even himself. He felt like a big pain in the ass, but Foster had assured him he was exactly what he needed in his lonely world. If the fae hadn’t smiled at him so often and talked about the mundane, he would have doubted him. But they really were two outcasts in a world they weren’t meant to live in.
Hell, it was getting harder to be around the fae without touching him, though. Axle rubbed his brow, knowing that the only solution to his frustration was to initiate it. Is Foster waiting for me to take action? And why the hell haven’t I?
Of course, Axle knew the answer to that. No matter how much time he had, he would always feel that he wasn't good enough for Foster. His past was just too ugly, and time couldn’t erase that.
Feeling a presence behind him, Axle couldn’t help but smile. “Didn’t expect you this soon.”
Foster came next to him and sat on the leaf-covered beach, “Well, you were thinking so hard, it was difficult to continue sleeping. How are you this morning?”
Foster brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, and Axle couldn’t help but close his eyes at the simple touch.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I do just once,” Foster murmured.
How does Foster always know what I am thinking? He knew the fae couldn’t read his mind, but it seemed the two were connected somehow. Axle had felt Foster’s sadness more than once when they were in the Seelie court.
There was a soft brush across his lips, and Axle gasped before reciprocating the kiss. Axle craved this, and even though his self-doubt warred with him, he was going to enjoy this moment.
Deepening the kiss, he tasted the wild flavors of Foster, moaning as his body began to respond and ache. Foster took over and rolled them both, hearing the crunch of leaves under Axle’s back. Axle was all for Foster taking over, yearned for it. Being six feet and muscular didn’t necessarily mean he wanted to take charge or be the one who topped. Axle shivered just thinking about Foster fucking him right there and then.
A heat was coming over him, and Axle was slowly getting lost in the feel of this man. Foster leaned over him, and he looked up from his bed of dried leaves.
“Are you sure? “Foster asked.
“I’ve wanted this since meeting you, even if you threatened to kill me.” Axle tried to chuckle, but it came out as a moan as Foster pressed his muscular body down on his.
Foster’s long, thick erection pressed against his, and Axle thrust up to get better friction.
“You needed time to settle in, heal a little,” Foster murmured against his neck then sucked the spot.
“Haven’t been here that long,” Axle groaned as Foster bit down on his neck. Fuck, that feels good.
“Want me to stop?” Foster reached down and cupped Axle’s hard cock.
Axle rolled his hips at the contact. No fucking way are we stopping.
“Axle?” Foster leaned back and pulled his hand away. “Do you want me to stop?”
Axle shook his head, grabbing Foster’s hand and putting it back on his cock, “No, keep going.”
Foster huffed into his neck, pressing his body back down on Axle. “Let me know now, I’m losing control. I…”
Foster didn’t say anymore but started taking off all their clothes. He began with Axle’s and then moved on to his own, practically tearing them off right before Axle’s eyes. Foster was hot naked, toned muscles, tight abs that led down to a hard, leaking cock. Axle crawled over without thinking. He needed to taste.
Grabbing the long shaft, Axle stroked it a few times, feeling the heat. Licking and sucking at the tip, Axle craved more. Fuck, that taste is addicting. Needing more, Axle sucked the cock all the way to the root.
Foster yanked on his hair. “More,” Foster groaned while moving his hips so that he thrust his cock in and out of Axle's mouth.
He absolutely loved Foster losing that much control that he was fucking his mouth.
Foster pulled him away, growling.
“What?” Axle panted. “Do you not like it?” Sheesh, have I done something wrong?
Foster grabbed him by the hand, yanking Axle up and leading him back to the hut. Oh, Axle loved the way Foster was thinking.
Foster ran as he entered the hut and practically threw Axle on the bed. He was a pretty big fucking guy, and even though they were similar in build, it still surprised the hell out of him. Axle flopped down as Foster walked over to the table and searched within the drawer.
Oil in hand, Foster walked like a predator on the hunt as he made his way over to the bed. For the first time, Axle was seeing a little bit of the Unseelie side to Foster. The fae had a wicked smile, and his eyes were wild with lust. Fuck yeah. Axle was so ready for this.
Foster knelt one knee on the bed as he poured a large amount of oil onto his hand. Axle was mesmerized by the sight of tiny dribbles slipping between the fingertips and onto the sheets below.
Not wasting any time, Foster climbed onto the bed and spread Axle’s legs. Axle moaned at the thought of having that cock in him. He took hold of his knees and pulled back his legs for better access.
Foster leaned over and began nipping at his chest and nipples while he circled Axle’s entrance with a greased finger. Axle was a damn pushy bottom and tried to thrust himself down on the digit, but Foster was taking his time, dammit.
A bite to his neck made him yelp. “Ow!”
“Let me take control. You just sit back and enjoy.” Foster growled while inserting a second finger.
“Trying,” Axle huffed out as he felt those long fingers scissor within him. “Please!”
Foster inserted a third finger, and Axle was about ready to pounce the man when he felt those fingers rub over his gland. Lightning raced up his spine, and he groaned. If Foster didn’t hurry up, there was no way Axle was going to hold off his impending climax.
Foster’s touch was causing a heat to come over his body. His cock hung thick, and the tip leaked copiously. Axle had the urge to grab his cock and finish off, but he gritted his teeth as Foster pulled his fingers free. Yes! He wanted that dick in him so bad, his legs trembled.
“Condom?” Axle asked.
“Don’t need them. Fae.” As if that was all that needed to be said.
“Explain.” Axle tried really hard to concentrate, but it was almost impossi
ble with his stomach tightening up from the need. He never had unprotected sex…ever.
“We don’t carry diseases. We’re immortal, and you will be also after enough time over here.”
Axle decided to worry about becoming immortal later. Right now, he was too excited to have his first experience without any barriers and with Foster of all people. Could he be any luckier?
Foster slicked his cock up with oil and lined up at Axle’s entrance. Without any hesitation, he began working his way inside Axle. The fae looked wicked as he watched his own cock thrusting in and out of Axle. Hot.
Trying to breathe past the invasion seemed almost impossible for Axle. He wasn’t very experienced with being taken, and Foster was a very large fae. Stuttering out another breath, Axle was finally able to relax a little.
Axle moaned as the burning sensation seemed to fade and pleasure overtook all his senses. Foster scooped his legs up in the crook of those powerful arms, thrusting his cock in deeper while gritting his teeth.
“Right there,” Axle huffed as Foster hit that sweet spot inside him over and over.
Leaning over, Foster began pulling his cock in and out of Axle. Axle couldn’t stave off the climax anymore, and without even touching himself, sprayed all over his stomach and chest, shouting to the hut ceiling.
Foster pounded into him a few more times and grunted as he shot inside Axle. The sensation so foreign to him. Fire ignited inside Axle, and he found himself rolling Foster underneath him, trying to have Foster take him again.
Moaning, Axle leaned down and kissed the fae, aggressive…hungry. If he had time to think, Axle would have known something was wrong. Instead, he began riding Foster's slick, hard cock like they both hadn’t reached their peak. Hell, it only seemed to make them ravenous for more.
“This isn't right” Foster groaned while grabbing Axle’s hips.
“Yeah, but what the fuck do I care about it right now,” Axle huffed out as Foster grabbed his cock. A couple strokes and he was coming all over Foster again. The spray hitting Foster’s stomach, chest and cheek. Leaning over, Axle tasted his own cum, closing his eyes, relishing the flavor.
That seemed to send Foster into a frenzy, because before he knew it, Axle found himself on all fours with Foster reentering for another go, pounding into him. Head dropping, Axle accepted the pounding and felt himself craving more. Just as he sensed Foster tighten up, Axle knew without a doubt that something was seriously wrong. He was ready for round three. Fuck, he hoped they had a steady supply of oil. What the hell was happening?
Chapter Eight
Foster wasn’t sure how many hours or days later it might have been before he heard the knocking on his hut door. Currently, he was so exhausted, he could barely sit up. Axle continually reaching for him, a wild desire in those blue eyes. Foster wasn’t sure what was going on, and if he got a moment to get away from the man, he would go ask his queen. But with Axle currently pounding into his ass, he couldn't give a fuck.
Moaning, Foster tried to tell the person to come back later, but the knocking persisted. Axle grunted and emptied himself inside Foster before slumping sideways onto the bed.
Clumsily, Foster got up, covered Axle and grabbed a pair of shorts off the floor before stumbling to the door. Foster wasn’t sure who he was expecting, but about the last person he expected to see was his brother, Puck. A short blonde was standing behind him, wringing his hands. This had to be Axle’s brother, Torque. Axle had talked a lot about his brother on hunting excursions. This man fit the description that would make Axle smile fondly while the two of them trekked through the forest.
“Having a little trouble, brother?” Puck smirked while plowing past him, entering his hut without even being invited.
Axle laid on the bed over in the corner, moaning. The place smelled of sex, and both he and Axle probably looked like they could use a shower and a meal. Yeah, he was having a little trouble.
Foster stood in front of Axle who was currently sleeping but moaning as if he was having an erotic dream. For some reason, he just knew that Axle would not want his brother to see him in this condition when seeing him for the first time.
Puck stood in front of Foster. “He needs your blood. You mated, and he’s having trouble with your Seelie side. Too many pheromones for him to handle while still being mortal and mated to a fae.”
“What?”
Torque came closer, trying to crane his neck to see around Foster to check on his brother. “Your blood is an antibody of sorts. He needs it to get control of his sexual cravings.” Torque weaseled his way around Foster and sat down next to his brother, rubbing the sweat-coated hair.
Puck pulled out a dagger and sliced into Foster’s arm before he could even protest. The two quickly made their way over to the bed, and Foster sat on the floor as he placed the cut to Axle’s lips.
Axle began shaking his head in refusal, but Foster pressed closer, and Axle groaned then starting licking at the wound. Sheesh, he knew how much Axle hated the sight of blood. Foster was pretty sure Axle wasn’t even awake, because the man didn’t open his eyes as he sucked on the wound for a few minutes, finally slumping back on the bed, mouth still open, fast asleep. For the first time in hours, the man seemed relaxed.
The three got up and walked over to his table. Puck sat down, and Torque sat on his lap while Foster took the only other seat.
“How’s he been doing?” Torque glanced over at the bed while asking the question.
“Axle’s been doing a lot better than when he came here. I think the incident that brought him here was his rock bottom, because he’s been working on getting himself cleaned up. He knows he fucked up big time.” Foster got up and went to get his visitors drinks and some bread.
When Foster placed the repast on the table, Torque smiled. “Thank you.”
“I know we didn’t have an easy time growing up with Dad, and Axle got the brunt of it,” Torque began.
“There’s no excuse for the way he treated you.” Puck growled.
Foster added, “Puck’s right. Axle holds himself accountable for his actions entirely. “
“He does?” Puck and Torque said at the same time.
“Yeah, he does. Axle knows that he went wild after his father died and was going down the wrong path. Seeing you hurt and having to come here was the slap in the face that he needed. His words, not mine. I’ve watched the darkness leave his soul. He watches you every morning, looking at you across the lake and hoping that one day you’ll forgive him for treating you bad after your dad died. He carries a lot of regrets.” Foster took a chunk of bread and shoved it into his mouth just to shut himself up.
Torque began tearing his bread into pieces. “He took all the beatings for me from Dad when growing up. It’s just going to take time for me to forgive the way he treated me the last few years. Words hurt, and his were…so painful,” Torque ended hoarsely.
Foster knew this was not going to be an overnight fix. That damage had been done between these two brothers. Foster had hoped the brothers could patch things up but not everything in life was a quick fix. Axle was doing so much better. Foster had only dealt with a little of the troubles Axle had. Torque had witnessed all the dark times and hadn’t seen his brother turning around.
Foster glanced over and saw that Axle’s eyes were open, full of despair. Axle's eyes were watery before they closed once more, a tear escaping and running down the nose before dropping onto the pillow below.
“We’re going over to the mortal realm. Oberon gave us permission. Torque wants to go to college, and we’re going to find a place to live near campus. We’ll be back when he graduates.” Puck rubbed Torque’s back absently. Clearly, his brother loved the young man. So strange seeing the prankster fall fast and hard for someone.
Torque glanced down at the table. “I think my brother needs to talk to someone over in our world. I know you said he was doing better, but I think with everything that happened growing up and the last couple years, he needs to talk to a t
herapist. I don’t want him to work this out alone.”
“He has me.” Foster was already shaking his head in protest. Going over to the mortal realm was a bad idea in Foster’s eyes.
Puck reached over, grabbing his hand, which unbeknownst to Foster was tapping the hell out of the wood table. “I know you’re falling for him. That is your mate over there. Your one love in all immortality. Listen to my mate. He has seen what your mate grew up with, the pains he was dealt and the shithead he turned into. Axle may be getting better, but even I can see the tar that still surrounds his soul. Yes, he is lighter, but he needs help that we aren’t equipped to deal with.”
Mind churning, Foster was at a loss at what to do. First off, he wasn’t even aware that fae mated. This must be a secret the queen and king held tight to their chests. Puck’s words made so much sense, though. The way he loved being around Axle and had been patient with him. The attraction. The care. It all added up to them being mates.
“They’re right. I need more help. I’m trying, but I…yeah, it would be good to talk to someone.” Foster turned to see Axle standing behind him, wrapped in a blanket. “Hi, Torque.” Axle warbled while adjusting his blanket.
There was such an awkward silence in the room. Foster could feel the anger radiating off of Puck. Clearly, his brother was going to need a lot of time to get over what happened to his mate. There was confusion on Torque’s side, and Axle stood there, visibly waiting for the blows to come.
Torque stood and walked toward Axle. They didn’t embrace; it was just too much too soon. “Hi.” Torque whispered.
“I’m so sorry.” Axle whispered to his brother. “I think you’re right. I need more help than I thought,” Axle choked out.