by Nora Phoenix
“October 27, 2004,” Indy said. For the first time that evening, he smiled at Connor. “The day the Red Sox won the World Series and ended the Curse of the Bambino.”
Connor nodded, not surprised Indy had gotten the reference. “Check anything you want on my phone. You’ll see I’m telling you the truth.”
He turned around, started walking upstairs. His heart that had been so heavy did a happy little dance when Josh followed him immediately.
Ten minutes later, they were in bed, their bodies not touching, both dressed in shirts and boxers, with the lights out. Connor had heard the door being locked—which was rather futile, seeing as one well-placed kick would get him out if he wanted to. He was okay with it, understood it was as much an extra measure as something to help Indy feel safer.
“You okay?” Josh asked.
“Yeah. You? What was it that Indy wanted you to tell me?”
Connor hated the physical distance between them but was hesitant to cross boundaries Josh needed him to respect.
“I have nightmares,” Josh said after a spell.
That was to be expected, though Connor wondered if the nightmares were about Josh's war experiences or his assault. Probably best not to ask at this point. “What do you do to prevent them?”
“Sleep in the same bed as Noah and Indy.”
“Oh, okay. Do you just need to be in the same bed, or…?”
“Connor, are we okay?”
“Why wouldn’t we be?”
“Because I chose Indy over you and then casually offered myself to Noah.”
Connor let out a breath. “That hurt,” he admitted.
“The first or the second?”
“Both.”
He felt Josh's hand seek his body, touch his shoulder. “Can I touch you?”
“Please,” Connor said, probably way too eagerly.
In the dim light that spilled through the curtains, Connor watched as Josh sat up, whipped off his shirt. He lifted his butt, shoved down those sexy, tight, black boxers. What was he doing?
“I need to feel your skin,” Josh whispered, gently pulling on Connor’s shirt next.
Connor obliged and undressed completely. With a deep, satisfied sigh, Josh planted his head on Connor’s shoulder, draping himself half over him. Connor circled his arm around the man, pulled him close and rested his cheek against the top of Josh's head. Naked skin on naked skin, that was something he could totally get used to.
“This is what I do to prevent the nightmares.”
A loud moan erupted from the room next door. Josh giggled softly. “Noah is giving Indy a blow job.”
Connor swallowed thickly. “How do you know?”
“I recognize the sounds. I sleep with them, you know.”
“They have sex with you in the room?”
“Sometimes. They try not to, to keep me from being embarrassed or plain horny, but it happens.”
“And Indy is okay with Noah fucking you as well?”
“It’s hard for you, isn’t it? I’m sorry. I’m not used to explaining it, defending us. Yes, Noah still fucks me occasionally, mostly when he’s too tired or fucked up to control himself. Sex is how he releases a lot of his pain and anger, and Indy can’t take it. I can.”
Connor let Josh's words sink in. Slowly, the pieces of the puzzle started to make sense in his head. “I’m jealous,” he admitted.
Josh's hand trailed to Connor’s stomach, exploring the skin and muscles there. Connor shivered. “I don’t mean to hurt you,” Josh said.
Connor kissed the top of Josh's head. “Josh, do we have a chance? You and me, I mean. Will there ever be a day when you will choose me?”
He felt as if he was dangling from a rope, about to be dropped into an abyss. He’d fallen for Josh, way too fast and way too deep. It made him more vulnerable than he’d ever been in his life, and it wasn’t a feeling he particularly appreciated.
Josh lifted his head from Connor’s shoulder, dragged his head down for a kiss that left Connor’s head spinning. He wanted more, deeper, but couldn’t with the angle of their mouths. He grabbed Josh by his arms, pulled the man completely on top of him and fused their mouth together again.
Josh's tongue met his, tangling, teasing, seducing. Short, quick breaths mixed with sucking sounds filled the room. Josh teased Connor’s lower lip before biting it gently. A tremor tore through Connor’s body. Holy smoke, the man could kiss.
Connor growled against Josh's mouth, dropped his hands to his ass to tug him closer. Josh squeezed his ass cheeks when Connor held him there, then let his legs drop on either side of Connor’s as if to invite him in. Connor kept kissing him, dueling for control over Josh's mouth. He let his right hand slide through Josh's crack, felt his body shiver in response. He found the hole with his thumb, teased it, circled it. Josh pushed down slightly, a clear invitation.
“Tell me what you want,” Connor breathed into his mouth.
Josh whimpered when Connor pushed his thumb against his hole without entering.
The sounds from next door intensified, loud moans and grunts mixed in with an occasional thud against the wall. Connor smiled at the strangely erotic sounds. It should’ve embarrassed him to hear Noah and Indy, but it didn’t, somehow.
“I’m here, with you. Make me stop thinking, Connor.”
Connor understood immediately. Josh needed Connor to decide, to take over and make him submit. A powerful surge fired through Connor. Josh was his. He didn’t know it yet, and Connor would have to be patient, but there was no doubt anymore. This gorgeous, sweet, submissive man was his. He wanted to be dominated? That could be arranged.
“Is there lube in this room?”
Fuck, yeah.
Josh trembled when Connor asked for lube. Finally, they would continue what they’d started in the kitchen. He climbed off Connor, yanked open the drawer of the nightstand. Nothing, except earplugs. He was pretty sure there’d been a bottle of lube there, once upon a time, but somebody must’ve taken it. And damn, the door was locked, so what now?
He looked at Connor, spread out on the bed, his hands folded behind his head. Fuck, he looked perfect like that, all powerful, bossy male. Connor’s beast of a cock stood at attention, all but demanding release.
Next door, Indy let out a hard moan. Josh hesitated. The only way to get lube was to ask Noah to open the door, but that would be major awkward.
“If you want to be fucked, you’ll have to get the lube. I have a condom in my wallet, but no lube,” Connor said.
Josh leaned over, searched for his boxers under the covers. The least he could do was put some clothes on.
“Uh, uh,” Connor said. “I like you better naked.”
The bed moved as Connor flicked on the lamp on the night table.
“Show me how much you want to be fucked,” Connor said, his voice low and husky.
Dammit, the command pushed all those submissive buttons inside Josh. This, this was what he craved. He wanted to be told what to do, he needed to be used, and fuck it, he was desperate to take that huge cock in his ass again.
He shot Connor a sultry look, got up from the bed. “Noah!” He banged on the wall. “Stop fucking Indy for a second and open the door. I need something.”
Next door, the noise quieted instantly.
“Tell him what you need,” Connor ordered.
Shame. That’s what he should feel, right? Instead, Josh was filled with a strange, quiet peace. He felt no shame, only satisfaction, a deep need being met.
“I need the lube,” he shouted, his voice probably more joyful than it should be.
Indy burst out in a giggle, followed by a deep grunt from Noah. Footsteps sounded, a door opened. Seconds later, the lock on their door was disengaged, and it opened. Indy—buck naked of course—threw Josh a big bottle of lube. “Have fun,” he said with a wink.
“I will, trust me,” Josh replied, catching the bottle with one hand. For a second they looked at each other and smiled. There was not a trace of jea
lousy on Indy’s face, nor anger that Josh was quite literally sleeping with the enemy. The last bit of doubt inside Josh vaporized.
“Get your ass back in here,” Noah yelled, though clearly not mad. “I wasn’t done with you yet.”
“Oh, pipe down, you,” Indy shouted back, still smiling at Josh. “You can damn well wait till I’m good and ready.”
“Get your ass back in bed,” Connor said.
Josh knew what he was doing. Connor was deliberately repeating Noah’s words. He was claiming Josh, showing Indy and Noah that he was the one fucking Josh, that he could boss Josh around. He was pulling Josh in with soft ropes, instead of just with words. Josh felt himself respond, didn’t even want to resist.
“I have to go,” he told Indy.
“Yeah, you do.” Indy’s smile was sweet and understanding as he closed the door and turned the lock again.
Josh turned around, faced Connor. Connor lazily fisted his rock-hard dick, his eyes fixed on Josh's. “Suck me,” he commanded.
Fuck, yes. No decisions, no thinking, no doubting himself, or fear of showing too much, being too much. Josh walked straight up to the bed, dropped the bottle next to Connor on the mattress, climbed on.
“Sixty-nine,” Connor said.
A deep thrill sent goose bumps all over Josh's skin. He didn’t hesitate but lowered himself on Connor with his mouth on the man’s dick and his ass almost in his face. Leaning on his forearms, he curled his fingers around Connor’s base, raised his cock upright.
A first, tentative lick made Connor moan. Josh teased him with a hot breath, another quick lick. He ran his tongue over the crown, tasting Connor without taking him in. With a lazy stroke of his tongue, he lapped downward, towards those huge balls. Connor’s chest rumbled with something that sounded a lot like a growl.
Josh's legs were spread wider, and he obeyed instantly even though it left his hole wide open in Connor’s face. He wouldn’t…would he? Josh froze when he felt a hot, slick tongue on his ass. Teeth gently scraped his right cheek, his left. A finger dipped in his crack.
Fuck, yeah, Connor would. He did.
Seconds later, that moist heat traveled to his hole. Connor hoisted two arms under Josh's thighs, lifted him up like a buffet and dug in.
Rimming.
Connor was rimming him.
Josh melted, all his nerves shutting off except for the ones around his ass. God, that tongue. That mouth. Connor’s smooth chin on his skin.
Connor’s tongue pushed, and he let him in, welcoming him inside. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. When Connor sunk in deep, Josh let out a long groan.
“You like that, huh?” Connor’s voice teased against his cheeks.
Like. That’s the understatement of the year. He didn’t like it; he fucking loved it, craved it.
Suck. He was supposed to suck Connor off. Fuck the subtle foreplay and the teasing. He couldn’t concentrate with Connor’s face in his ass. He opened his mouth, took Connor in as deep as he could and started sucking.
Connor’s hips bucked, but Josh had expected this, had put his weight on them so Connor couldn’t push in too deep in a reflex. Fuck, he loved the sensation of that cock in his mouth even if it was too big to take in all the way. Maybe he’d do some research, see how he could train and practice to take him in deeper. God, his man would love that.
“Damn, baby, you’re too good at that. Don’t make me come yet.”
With one last lap, Josh let go of Connor’s dick, at the same time Connor pulled away from Josh's ass. Josh looked over his shoulder. “Don’t you want to come?” he teased.
In answer, Connor reached for the lube, held it out to Josh. “Prep yourself. I’m in the mood to pound hard.”
One sentence, that was all it took. The sheer mental image of Connor ramming into him was enough to not only make Josh even harder but to get him to scramble off Connor and yank the lube out of his hands.
He squeezed a generous amount of lube on his fingers, ruthlessly shoved them inside, knowing he was still stretched from their earlier fuck. Connor sat up against the headboard, watched him with burning eyes as Josh loosened himself and stretched, breathing away the burning sensation.
Connor rolled a condom on his monster cock, angled for the lube and coated it with a generous amount. “Ride me,” he ordered.
Josh frowned. As much as he liked riding a cock since it allowed him to control the depth and pace, it was too passive a mode for Connor. He didn’t want that man on his back doing nothing. Josh wanted him on top, fucking the shit out of him.
Still, he straddled Connor, reaching backwards with his right hand to position his cock. He lowered himself slowly until the thick head breached him. Would he ever get used to this sensation, this deep anticipation of being filled completely?
Connor put his hands on Josh's thighs, holding him gently while Josh took him in, inch by inch. Yeah, he’d done a rush job with the prepping, and he was paying for it now, his body struggling to accommodate the thickness pushing inside him. But it wasn’t merely pain. It was pain bordering on pleasure, burning with threads of pure ecstasy weaved in. He exhaled, relaxed, sunk lower, breathed out again.
Connor never moved a muscle, patiently waiting for Josh to adjust, deeper and deeper. Finally, Connor was in all the way. Josh relaxed with a slow exhale, sat up, closing his eyes to revel in the fullness. This sensation of being full, of being complete, it was unlike anything he’d ever felt. It filled his body and heart at the same time.
“Ride me till you’re completely loose,” Connor told him.
He positioned two strong hands on Josh's hips, gently pushed him to raise and lower himself. The first few times, it still burned, but after a bit, all the pain was replaced by the familiar tingling. Josh sighed, opening himself completely. The thrill rolled over him, radiating from his ass outwards to the crown of his head. So fucking perfect.
Connor must’ve felt him relax completely because on Josh's next raise he lifted him off with strong hands. “Stand next to the bed, legs spread wide, with your arms resting on the bed,” he told Josh.
A deep tremble tore through Josh's body at the words. He climbed off, did as he was told. He lowered his arms on the bed, resting his head on his forearms. It put his ass high up in the air, his hole wide and ripe for the taking.
Connor lined up behind him, put his hands on Josh's waist. “You might wanna hold on to something.”
Damn, he knew how to push Josh's buttons. Shivering in anticipation, Josh grabbed the mattress with both hands and braced himself.
Connor slammed in deep, and Josh let out a hard groan. Fuck, yeah. That was what he wanted, what he needed. He lowered his body more, spread his legs wider, pushed his ass farther back shamelessly and canted it at the right angle. Anything, everything to invite Connor in.
The next thrust was so hard Connor’s balls slapped against Josh's ass, the sound echoing through the room. Josh met Connor’s surge with a ragged curse as he hit his prostate full on. Ecstasy rippled through him, all the way to his toes. Instinctively, he rubbed his cock against the sheets, delighting in the friction it brought. He was already leaking like crazy, and his cock throbbed painfully.
Connor set a steady pace of hard, deep thrusts and Josh groaned at every one, his voice drowned by the obscene sounds of Connor ramming into him. He was so turned on, all his nerves were firing off pleasure, from his toes to the crown of his cock. He tensed, his balls pulling tight against his body.
“Don’t come,” Connor warned him.
“I’m so close,” Josh all but wailed.
“Then hold it back.”
Hot damn, Connor really knew how to be dominant, didn’t he? Josh clenched his teeth, fought back his release with all he had. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He wanted to obey Connor. Dammit, he needed to, but he was so fucking close. He rocked his hips backwards, denying his cock the friction it sought. It helped, for maybe half a minute, but then he was right back on the edge.
Con
nor grunted as he thrust in and out of Josh. Josh closed his eyes, intoxicated by all the sweaty fucking, the erotic sounds filling the room. He shuddered, clamped down hard on himself.
“If you come, I’ll have to punish you,” Connor growled.
Punish. What would the guy do, put him over his knee and spank him?
The sheer image sent Josh over the edge, screaming as his release hit him with so much force his knees buckled. If Connor hadn’t held him with such a death grip on his waist, he would’ve collapsed on the bed, but the man’s strong hands held him up, even as a full-body shudder wrecked him.
“It’s almost as if…”
Connor slammed home again hard and deep.
“…the thought of being punished…”
Another deep thrust.
“…turns you on.”
Josh purred. He fucking purred. There was no other way to describe the sound escaping from his lips as his almost-limp body was being fucked into the mattress by this powerful man.
Connor’s hips jerked, his fingers dug in deep, and with a loud roar he sunk in deeper than he’d been before and unloaded, every muscle tense.
Josh's body gave out, and he collapsed on the bed, Connor on top of him, catching his weight on his hands at the last second.
“That was …” Connor panted.
“Yeah …” Josh couldn’t think in words, let alone say anything even remotely intelligent.
“Incredible.”
“Yeah.”
“Your ass is …”
“Yeah. Your cock, too.”
Connor pulled out slowly. He disposed of the condom with little finesse. With a grunt, Connor hoisted Josh on the bed, spooned him tight. He kissed Josh softly in his neck.
Josh's brain was finally rebooting, and the ability to form complete sentences returned. He snuggled closer to Connor, reached for the man’s hand to lace his fingers through it. “Connor?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Thank you.”
Connor chuckled. “You’re welcome. Anytime.”
“Are you gonna punish me for coming?” Josh asked.
“I’m sure we can find something that’s mutually satisfactory.”