by Nora Phoenix
But first that shower, because he stank. Since showering was such an ordeal, it had been three days since he’d showered. Sure, he couldn’t get that dirty from lying in bed all day, but still.
Aaron carefully took Blake’s shirt off, moving around so he wouldn’t touch Blake’s wounds. “Good job, Aaron,” Blake praised him. It came naturally to him, and he loved seeing what it did to Aaron. His whole face lit up whenever Blake affirmed him. It was a touching sight to witness.
“Strip, puppy. I’m gonna need your help in the shower.”
Aaron nodded and stripped naked without protest. He walked into the shower, turned it on so it could warm up, then came back to help Blake. Blake leaned heavily on him as they slowly made their way to the bathroom, but Aaron took his weight without complaining. Blake was able to put weight on his leg, but it still hurt.
Aaron had put a stool in the shower that Blake could sit on, since standing for too long still wore him out. But Blake wanted at least to start with standing. He sighed with pleasure as the warm water hit his back.
“Fuck, yes…”
“Turn your back to me,” Aaron said. He squeezed some shampoo in his hands. Blake turned and bent backward slightly. It was a good thing Aaron was tall as well. He had no trouble reaching his head, washing his hair and giving him a delicious scalp massage.
“Lean back.”
He obeyed, kept his eyes closed as Aaron rinsed out the shampoo. Man, that already felt so much better. Aaron wasn’t done yet, though. Next, he thoroughly washed every inch of Blake’s body, being sweet and gentle around his wounds. He even cleaned his cock, using his hands to soap it everywhere, even between his balls.
“Don’t forget my hole,” Blake said, his voice hoarse with need. Damn, he wanted to bend Aaron over and take him, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
Aaron blushed but soaped up his finger and carefully cleaned Blake’s crease, then shyly probed his hole. Blake moaned. “Push it in. Clean me deep.”
Aided by the soap, Aaron’s finger slipped in with ease.
“Ah…”
Blake spread his legs, leaning against the tiles. “Could you please suck me, my sweet little Aaron? Make it good for me? I’m so horny.”
Aaron sank to his knees immediately, ignoring the water that beat down on his head. He nibbled on Blake’s crown, then initiated a deliciously slow but thorough descent from the top down, down, down to Blake’s balls, where he…oh, yeah. Blake moaned, letting the sound echo through the bathroom. He needed this. Fuck, he was so hard.
Aaron sucked a heavy, throbbing testicle into his mouth. His tongue did wicked things to the skin, setting it on fire everywhere. He repeated the move with Blake’s other nut, sending his need higher and higher until Blake’s knees buckled.
“Oh, fuck, Aaron…”
Aaron’s finger slipped back into his ass, started moving in and out. Blake bore down, took it in deeper. His ass craved more. Aaron seemed to sense it, as he added another finger. He shoved them both in deep, grazing Blake’s prostate. He moaned again, long and deep.
Aaron’s mouth moved, licking his shaft, then suddenly sucking him in deep. Blake’s entire body convulsed, and he came with a roar. His hips bucked, and he shoved his cock deep into Aaron’s mouth, unloading a massive load of cum down his throat. The kid couldn’t swallow it all, though he bravely tried, and Blake watched with satisfaction as his cum streamed down Aaron’s chin. His eyes watered, but Aaron held on, licking Blake’s cock clean before releasing it.
Still on his knees, the last remnants of Blake’s fluids on his mouth, he looked up at Blake with a hopeful expression. Blake’s heart warmed.
“Fuck, that was so good. Your mouth is heaven, puppy. Thank you.”
Aaron beamed, his shoulders relaxing. Blake petted his head and Aaron rubbed against his hand, clearly enjoying it.
“Now, I wish that I could wash you, but I can’t, so you’ll have to do it yourself, okay?”
Blake sat down on the stool, the tension in his body lessening after his powerful orgasm. Aaron had sucked him off a few times since he’d been injured, but he’d had to be damn careful and it hadn’t been the same. Fuck, he felt so much better already, but he was still horny. Even though Aaron did it quickly, Blake enjoyed watching him touch himself. He wanted him so much.
As soon as he was done washing himself, Aaron rinsed off quickly, then turned off the shower. He toweled Blake off first, showing once again how much he wanted to please him, then did a half-assed job on himself. Blake leaned on him to get back into his bedroom. Aaron was probably assuming he needed to lie down again, since he’d seen before how much showering cost him. But Blake had other plans. He had every intention of helping his sweet little puppy find release as well. The poor kid hadn’t been touched since the attack, aside from maybe a sloppy and fast jerking off by his own hand. Aaron’s cock had been rock hard in the shower, though his erection had subsided a little now.
Aaron gently lowered him to the mattress.
“Look in that drawer, Aaron,” Blake told him. He scooted himself over to the headboard and leaned against it. His wounds throbbed, but it was doable. “Grab me the lube.”
Aaron shyly held up a bottle and handed it to Blake.
“Good. You up for some more fooling around?”
He nodded quickly.
“Tell me what you’d like, puppy. What do you need from me? Use words.”
Aaron bit his lip, but Blake was patient. He had to allow Aaron the time to figure out what he wanted and gather the courage to voice it. The fact that his cock had jumped to attention again as soon as Blake had mentioned fooling around, told Blake the kid was definitely interested.
“Blake?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think you could play with my hole a little?”
His courageous little Aaron, learning to voice his needs. It was a big step, one he intended to reward.
“On your hands and knees, facing away, straddling me. Don’t put your weight on me. I want your ass as close as possible.”
Aaron obeyed instantly, testament to how much he needed Blake to take care of him. Blake quickly coated his fingers with lube, but he wanted to start with something else. He sagged a little lower on the mattress.
“Aaron, I want your ass in my face, you hear me? I can’t move, so you’ll have to come to me. I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue first.”
Aaron moved backward, checking his position until his hole was right in front of Blake’s mouth. Without shame, Aaron pushed backward. He really was desperate, Blake thought. Poor puppy, he’d barely gotten any attention lately.
He dug in without waiting, first giving Aaron’s crease a thorough licking, before moving deep into his hole. He tongued him, first tentative to see how he would respond, then fucking him slow and deep. Aaron moaned every time Blake’s tongue went into his hole, and he kept pushing back his ass. Clearly, as much as he enjoyed this, it wasn’t enough.
“Move forward a little,” he told Aaron.
He slid his index finger in as soon as Aaron was in position. It bottomed out right away, with Aaron pushing back to let him in. Aaron let out a soft little whimper that shot straight to Blake’s balls. He slid it back and forth a few times, quickly added a second finger when he realized Aaron was ready. Again, that hungry little hole sucked it up with ease.
“Blake,” Aaron sighed, canting his hips.
Blake moved his fingers in and out, encouraged by Aaron’s wanton sighs and groans. “How’s that feel?”
“More. Please, Blake.”
Blake smiled. Aaron might not realize it, but his ass was made to be fucked. Blake had rarely encountered a bottom who adjusted with so much ease. He added a third finger and gently pushed back in. Aaron let out a happy little sigh and wriggled his butt, which Blake took as encouragement to go deeper. He fucked him steady with three fingers now, Aaron letting out a stream of little moans and sighs.
“Aaron, do you want more?”
The
answer was swift. “Please.”
“Do you want my fat cock in your hungry little hole?”
“Oh, yes. Please, Blake. I need…” He moved against Blake’s fingers, restless and searching for more. This wasn’t how Blake had imagined their first time, but Aaron needed it. He couldn’t make him wait any longer, not when he was so obviously craving more.
“I’ve got you.” Blake pulled out his fingers, quickly lubed up his cock. No condom necessary, thank fuck. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d gone bareback, but with Aaron he didn’t want even the thinnest layer of latex between them.
“You’re gonna have to do the work, Aaron. Turn around.”
Aaron scrambled around. He eyed Blake’s rigid cock with pure want. Before Blake could say anything, Aaron positioned himself above his cock. Blake’s hands moved to his ass to help him spread his globes and find that perfect little hole. Blake felt the head of his dick slide against moist heat. He didn’t even need to push; Aaron breathed out audibly and lowered himself.
Holy fuck, he was…
“Oh!” Blake moaned as his cock was at once engulfed in a snug heat. Dammit, Aaron didn’t even stop, took him in all the way at once until Blake bottomed out.
Aaron leaned back and took him in an inch deeper. With a keening wail, he came, his body spasming, spurting his load all over Blake’s chest. Blake’s mouth dropped open. The kid had come from merely taking him in.
A mighty shiver tore through Aaron’s body, and he visibly relaxed. His eyes, which had been closed, opened and he looked at Blake.
“That was…” His face sobered as he took in the sight of his cum all over Blake’s chest. “Sorry, it was… I didn’t think it would… Sorry.”
“Puppy, stop. Stop apologizing. Tell me how it felt, how you feel.”
Interestingly enough Aaron didn’t seem to feel the need to climb off, even though Blake’s hard cock was still completely embedded in his ass. If anything, he looked completely relaxed, at least physically.
“I thought it would hurt, but it didn’t. It feels so perfectly full, like I am complete for the first time. I loved it when you were fucking me with your tongue and with your fingers, but I still felt empty, somehow. Your cock feels perfect.” Aaron exhaled after his little speech.
His perfect little bottom, hungry for cock. “Ride me, Aaron. Ride me until you come again.”
Aaron’s face lit up. He raised his hips, then lowered them again. It took him a few tries until he’d found the right angle and had his coordination right, but after that, Blake was treated to the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Aaron threw back his head, closed his eyes, and rode Blake’s cock. He seemed oblivious to the world, to Blake even, simply taking what he so desperately needed. Harder and deeper it went, hips surging up and slamming down, Blake’s cock buried inside that snug heat again and again.
It was a good thing he’d come once already, otherwise Blake would have lost the battle against his impending orgasm long ago. As it was, he had to fight hard to keep himself from coming, wanting Aaron to take what he needed first.
Aaron whimpered, moaned, puffed, and murmured inaudible words, his face tight with concentration. He was so beautiful, now more than ever. So completely abandoned to his needs, lost to his cravings.
“Blake…” Aaron cried out, his body shaking with effort.
“I’ve got you, puppy. Let go. Come for me.”
Aaron inhaled deeply and rammed his ass down so hard that Blake lost the battle. He tensed up, shivered, and came hard inside Aaron. Spurt after spurt jetted out of his cock, filling up Aaron’s tight heat. That sensation seemed to push Aaron over the edge as well, and he shuddered violently before painting Blake’s chest with more cum.
Aaron leaned forward to support himself with his arms, but he still didn’t roll off Blake. Even as Blake’s cock softened, he held on, until it finally slipped out with a wet sound. Aaron whimpered with distress, as if he’d lost something valuable. He finally moved off Blake, collapsing on the bed, cuddling close but still whimpering occasionally.
Blake pulled him close, dropped little kisses on his head, whispered sweet nothings until Aaron quieted down. “How are you feeling?” Blake asked.
Aaron moved even closer, though careful not to touch Blake’s wounds. Even when he was seeking comfort, he was still paying attention. “That was amazing,” Aaron sighed.
“You liked having my cock in your hole?”
Aaron scoffed. “‘Like’ doesn’t even begin to describe it. I love it. I feel so complete when you’re inside me. It’s like I’m empty without that.”
It seemed his sweet little puppy had a serious case of anal fixation. Blake smiled. “We’ll experiment with a butt plug, see if that helps.”
Aaron sighed and kissed Blake’s hand. “Why are you so taking such good care of me?” he asked.
“Because I like to. Because I like you. Because you deserve it, my sweet puppy.”
Blake’s eyes fluttered closed, his body exhausted and his mind at peace with Aaron snuggling close to him.
15
Connor hadn’t been back to Boston in years. Not even the funeral of his dad had been enough to lure him back, because he’d known they would be there. His mom’s family. The Fitzpatricks. He could barely say their name, even more so since he’d met Indy.
Connor had heard rumors, even when he’d been in the Marines. Rumors that Duncan had found himself a young boy. It had sickened him, but he’d wanted nothing to do with it. And now that he knew who that boy had been, he was so ashamed.
Why hadn’t he done anything? Reported it? He’d been terrified of what they’d do to his parents, to himself even, if they found out he’d ratted them out. It had been fear that held him back but also a deep urge to stay away from it all. He hadn’t wanted to get involved, to know details, to verify that rumor, knowing his conscience would be burdened. He’d chosen the easy way out.
If Indy ever found out, he’d never speak to Connor again. Him getting over the fact that Connor was related to the Fitzpatricks was one thing, but this? This was too much. Maybe even for Josh. If Indy turned his back on Connor, he wasn’t entirely sure what Josh would do. He loved him, Connor had no doubt, but whether Josh’s love would be strong enough to weather that?
After all, Josh loved Indy and Noah nearly as much as he did Connor. He’d accepted that reality, had come to peace with it, but considering his past it was like a sword of Damocles above his head.
He nursed his beer in the corner of the dark Irish pub, waiting for his guy to show up. He was almost half an hour late, but then again criminals weren’t exactly known for their time management skills. Although criminal was too big a word for this petty thief, but Connor had to start at the bottom. Plus, this guy might be low in the overall pecking order, but he had a ton of connections to others like him.
Connor knew how this particular game was played. He’d done nothing but schmooze and grease his way back in the last two weeks. This was his first big break, and fuck, he hoped it would work. The sooner he got this done, the sooner Indy would be free.
The pub was already decked out in sickening amounts of green in preparation for St. Patrick’s Day. It was still over two weeks away, but here in Southie people took St. Paddy’s Day as serious as the Red Sox and the Patriots. Hell, it drew more attention than the Fourth of July.
The door to the pub opened, and a skinny, shaggy man stepped in. His eyes darted around before they settled on Connor, and he made his way over after signaling the bartender for a Sam Adams. Davy Ford looked a helluva lot older than Connor—more like pushing fifty—though they had gone to school together. A hard life and a couple of years of prison showed in every tired line on the man’s face.
Davy sat down across from Connor and nodded. “O’Connor.”
“Ford.”
They waited till Davy’s beer was ready, and he picked it up from the bar with a quick nod at the bartender.
“Haven’t seen you in ages. What brin
gs you back?” Davy asked as he sat back down.
“Business.”
“Heard you joined the Boys somewhere in New York,” Davy said, using the Southie term for cops.
“Yeah. Had a good run for a while, but I got bagged for greasing.”
“That’s beat. Ya gonna try here?”
“Nah. The Boston Boys ain’t what they used to be. All on the straight and narrow, man. Plus, too many Greasties,” Connor said, knowing that derogatory word for East Bostonians would win him points. Like many Southies, Davy hated Easties with a passion.
“Yeah, that’s mad pissa, ain’t it? Fucking Greasties are taking over everything.”
“You still working for big D?” Connor asked with deceptive nonchalance.
Davy shrugged, keeping his face blank. Connor knew for a fact he hated Duncan with a vengeance. “Not much. He don’t like me, onna-conna my sister.”
Davy’s sister had the unique distinction of being the only person alive who’d ever managed to get a charge to stick against Duncan. He’d raped her, and she’d had the guts to press charges. It had ended with him taking a plea bargain, doing community service or some shit, and she’d moved away. Far, far away.
“Tough shit. You never liked him either.”
Davy’s eyes narrowed. “Big D’s your cousin, bro. I ain’t stupid enough to rattle to you.”
“Didn’t think you were. You’re a wicked smart man, Davy. Always were. You were just shit outta luck they caught you.” The man had served two years after being caught stealing a car by an off-duty cop. Since he wasn’t exactly squeaky clean to begin with, he’d had to do hard time.
Davy nodded, placated. “Damn right.”
“So if I asked you to mention me to a few of your mates who don’t like big D either, think you could help me out?”
Davy’s eyes turned sharp. “You planning mutiny?”
Connor smiled and leaned back. “That’s a mighty big word, Davy. I’d like to think of it as a change in management.”