“An invalid?”
“No, someone who turns me on more than anyone I’ve ever met.”
He snorted again, “Bullshit.”
Grainger reached over, gently cupped his jaw and turned his head until he had no choice but to look in Grainger’s eyes, “No bullshit. From the first moment I saw you in your car, worrying your bottom lip until I wanted to pull it out with my thumb and kiss it, showing how strong you are by fighting through your fears and walking inside with me, from the first moment your eyes met mine, I’ve wanted you so much it should terrify me but it doesn’t.”
“It doesn’t?” he whispered.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because the idea of living my life without you in it terrifies me even more.”
Fuck. If this was some crazy dream that he was having, he didn’t ever want to wake up.
Eighteen
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Vaughn
He didn’t want to drop Cay’s hand when he stood up. In fact, he’d wanted to hold on tight and never let go. But that would’ve been weird, right?
He was a Deputy US Marshal and Caysun was, well, not his prisoner but he wasn’t here of his own volition. Or was he?
“If I told you you were free to go right now, would you leave?”
Caysun, halfway to sitting down, froze.
He pushed back up to his full height, “I don’t make promises.”
Well didn’t that just feel like a knife in his heart. “Yeah, I,” he stopped when Caysun held his hand up.
Caysun walked over to stand right in front of him. Cay cupped his cheek, sliding his thumb across the stubble as he said, “I don’t make promises, Kep, but for you I will say this; I’m here for as long as I can be. I’m here until it becomes too dangerous for me to stay. I won’t let you get hurt because of me, babe. If I have to leave to keep you safe, I will.”
“I can take care of myself, Cay. Been doing it for forty-two years.”
Cay smiled, “I have no doubt.”
“But that doesn’t change your statement.”
Cay’s head shook side to side, “No. It can’t, Kep. I’d never be able to live with myself if you got hurt because of me.”
He sighed, “What are we doing here, Cay?”
“I think we’re about to eat pizza.”
He smiled sadly, “You know what I mean,” he said with a sigh as he leaned forward to press their foreheads together.
Cay sighed too, “I don’t know, babe. But I do know that you and I survive on instinct. Your instinct has gotten you this far in your job and my instinct has kept me alive. What is your gut telling you, Kep?”
He pulled back and looked into Cay’s eyes. God, he was in so deep already, but how? How was that even possible?
He knew what his gut was telling him; that the two of them belonged together. He’d never felt that with anyone before, not even with JD. His gut was also telling him that he could trust Cay and that was scary as fuck because Vaughn Kepler didn’t trust anyone, not anymore, not since his brother went missing.
“Do it,” Cay said, bringing his mind back to the conversation.
“Huh?”
“Do it, Kep. You know you want to.”
Like someone waving a flag in front of his face, it hit him what Caysun was talking about.
So, without thinking anymore, he did it.
He slammed his mouth down onto Cay’s.
As far as first kisses went, this one would not win any romance awards. There was no hesitation, no gentleness. This was mouths open, tongues colliding, teeth nipping, growling passion.
Within seconds, Vaughn’s hands were gripping Caysun’s hips tight as he walked him backwards until Cay’s back hit the wall with a grunt. His fingers bunched Cay’s shirt up and began to pull it up his torso.
But when Cay tried to pull his mouth away, presumably to get his shirt over his head, Vaughn growled like a fucking grizzly bear on crack and refused to let Cay’s mouth go.
So, with a chuckle into Vaughn’s mouth, Cay’s hands slid up to the neck of his t-shirt and then, with two sharp yanks, the seam tore, followed by the satisfying rip of the shirt being torn in two.
Vaughn grunted his approval into Cay’s mouth.
Then it was Cay’s turn.
Cay’s fingers tightened on his hips and he pushed, spinning them both around until Vaughn’s back hit the wall so hard that the ugly picture hanging over the bed rattled.
Cay didn’t wait for him to try to pull his shirt off, he just gripped it at the bottom and pulled.
The sound of tearing seemed to be directly connected to his dick. By the time Cay reached the top and yanked it apart with one final sharp pull, he was so hard in his jeans he was certain he was going to have a zipper shaped scar on his dick.
Did he care?
Fuck no.
With another deep growl into Cay’s mouth, he pushed off the wall and spun them around again, this time bumping into the nightstand and knocking the lamp onto the floor.
“Fuck,” Cay said into his mouth.
He pulled his lips away long enough to ask, “Are you okay?”
They were both panting like angry bulls facing off in a field.
“I’m about to cum and I don’t want to until we’re naked, damn it!”
He grinned as he brought their lips together again. This time it was slower, but with no less passion. His fingers began working on Cay’s jeans despite the fact that Cay was trying to push them away.
“Vau, mmmph,” Cay mumbled into his mouth.
“No,” he growled into Cay’s mouth.
Button undone, zipper down, he tried to work his fingers under the waistband of Cay’s briefs but it was difficult with Cay pushing on his wrists.
He yanked his mouth away with a growl, “No!”
“Please, Kep. I’m so fucking close and I don’t want to cum yet,” Cay said with a pout that would’ve been cute any other time.
But not now.
“You won’t,” he growled. And then, in one smooth motion, he yanked Cay’s pants and briefs down to his ankles, dropped to his knees and swallowed Cay into the back of his throat.
“Fuck!” Cay yelled as his head hit the wall.
Cay felt his orgasm building, felt it moving down his spine like an electric eel and then…..
Nothing. It was right fucking there but he couldn’t get over the edge.
Because Vaughn was yanking on his balls, refusing to allow them to lift up to his body and empty.
“Motherfucker, Kep. I need to cum, please!”
With a chuckle that vibrated through Cay’s dick and a pop, he pulled his mouth off of Cay’s dick and looked up at him. “No. Get on the bed, Cay.”
Cay moved like his ass was on fire, kicking his jeans to the side while flopping onto the bed.
“Do I need to prep you?” he said as he dug a packet of lube and a condom out of his wallet.
“Fuck no,” Cay said as he flipped over to his hands and knees.
He shoved his pants off at the same time that he toed off his shoes. Growling, he yanked off his socks because nothing was tackier than fucking with socks on, in his opinion.
He tore open the wrapper as he stood back up.
He nearly shot his own load early when he found Cay watching him over his shoulder with a look so hot it could probably melt metal.
He swiped his finger over the tip of his dick then brought it to his mouth, sucking off the thick drop of clear liquid.
“Please,” Cay groaned, his hips humping the air like a horny dog smelling a bitch in heat, the head of his engorged cock dragging against the sheets.
He didn’t blame Cay, he felt the same way.
In a matter of hours, this man had made him lose every ounce of self-control that he’d spent years, fucking decades, developing.
His dick was a decent length, or so he’d been told. Not too long but definitely not short either. It was thicker than most others
he’d seen, with a big mushroom head. And it wasn’t pretty. Even he could acknowledge that. Dicks with big, angry looking veins over the top and bottom never won any beauty pageants.
Did they have beauty pageants for dicks?
“Jesus, those are like a braille roadmap for my tongue,” Cay said with a groan, his stare laser-locked onto Vaughn’s dick,, “I want to lick that until I find my way home.”
With a smirk that felt permanently etched to his face, he put one knee on the bed, “We’ll revisit that another time.”
He rolled the condom down his length as he shuffled forward on his knees. Next, he tore open the packet of lube, squeezed the entire thing into the palm of his hand, dropped the empty packet to the bed and began stroking his covered cock.
When his lightly haired thighs bumped into Cay’s ass, a shiver rocked Cay’s body so hard it rattled the bed.
He leaned over Cay until his chest was touching Cay’s back, his soft chest hair tickling the skin on the man’s back, while he slid his dry hand around Cay’s torso. “Hey, easy there,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the back of Cay’s neck.
“Please, deputy,” Cay whispered.
“I’ve got you, babe,” he said as he lined his slick dick up with Cay’s hole and began to slowly press inside.
“Jesus, Cay,” he whispered on an exhale, “you feel so fucking good.”
He leaned upright because this was something he had to watch – needed it like the very breath he needed in his lungs.
His thick dick stretching Cay’s skin and disappearing into his hole was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.
He folded back over Cay’s back again, needing that connection as he continued to press inside.
Cay made a sound beneath him, a groan, a grunt, a, who knew what the fuck it was, all he knew was that the vibration from it rumbled through Cay’s back and into his chest. And then Cay’s body relaxed and let him the rest of the way inside.
“Fuck,” he said when his dick bottomed out and his thighs pressed against Cay’s firm ass cheeks.
“Yeah,” Cay responded on a moan.
“You good? Can I move? I really need to move.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
He lifted up again, so he could grab onto Cay’s hips, slid out to the base of his broad head and slammed back inside with a grunt.
“God yes,” Cay groaned beneath him.
His fingers squeezed tighter as he began jack-hammering his hips. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoed throughout the small room, joined soon after by the moans and groans of two people closing in on the edge.
He watched Cay’s hand snake beneath his body to grab onto his dick and he growled.
He wanted to be the one to get Cay over the edge and the only way for him to do that was…..
“Flip over,” he growled as he pulled out.
“Fuck, don’t, ugh, I need,” Cay mumbled as his body shook.
Vaughn grabbed Cay and flipped him onto his back. “I know what you need, Cay, and Ima give it to you right now,” he said with another growl as he slid his dick back inside.
Jesus, the suction, the heat, it gripped him better than his own hand ever could.
He started to lean forward onto one arm, so he could jack Cay with the other, but the two chains that were looped permanently around his neck began to fall into Cay’s face. He froze for a moment, frowning, because he never took either the brother necklace or the chain that his badge hung from off his neck, ever. This was a shocking reminder of why he never fucked face to face.
But, for this man, he thought he might just take them off. For Cay, he felt like he’d do anything
Taking a deep breath, he began to reach up with shaking fingers to remove them, but Cay stopped him.
“Here, I’ve got it,” Cay whispered as he cupped his hand over hanging symbols and pressed them gently into Vaughn’s chest.
“Caysun,” he whispered reverently.
“I’ve got you, Vaughn,” he said with a smile.
He nodded and renewed his efforts of wanting, no, needing to see the man beneath him fly apart.
It didn’t take long.
Once he wrapped his free, slick hand around Caysun’s throbbing dick and stroking it in time with the pounding of his cock, Caysun was a goner.
Cay threw his head back against the pillow, “Oh Jesus, Vaughn, oh Jesus, Vaughn, holy fuck, fuck, fuck, yesssssssss!” he cried out just as his cock shot a thick ribbon of white onto Cay’s rippled stomach.
He thrust again, and another thick ribbon shot out, landing in the middle of Cay’s chest. Another thrust, another streak of white.
With every thrust, he was rewarded with a stunning display from the man beneath him and he never wanted it to end.
His body, though, had other ideas.
His hips stuttered as the last of his control snapped like an old rubber band “Oh shit, ungh fuck, Cay!” he shouted as his dick began unloading into the condom.
Shivers wracked his body as his dick pulsed deep inside Cay’s body.
He pressed hard as his dick pulsed, trying to get deeper, hell, trying to climb inside Cay’s body.
He almost wished his orgasm could go on forever but that would mean they couldn’t do this again. This, and other things. And he wanted to do other things with Cay.
Lots of things.
His arms were shaking as he held himself above Cay’s body but he needed to look for a second. He needed to stare into the eyes of the first man that he felt could really see him - all of him.
His eyes dipped to the mess on Cay’s torso.
Taste. Now he had to taste.
He dipped his head and slid his tongue from Cay’s navel up to the base of his neck.
Cay’s fingers squeezed in his hair, “Vaughn,” he whispered.
He lifted his head and though he wanted to be selfish and savor that amazing taste on his own tongue for as long as he could - he knew he had to share.
Because this was already bigger than just him.
His head dipped again as he fused their mouths together. He wouldn’t think it would be possible for Cay to taste any better but when the semen on his tongue mixed with flavors of Cay inside his mouth…...heaven, pure heaven.
He groaned into Cay’s mouth.
And then his arms decided he’d had enough.
“F-f-f-fuck,” he moaned as he collapsed onto Cay’s body.
“Exactly,” Cay chuckled as his arms flopped onto Vaughn’s back.
Somehow Vaughn managed to roll enough so he could reach down to pull the condom off his dick without leaving Cay’s side.
He dropped it off the side of the bed onto the floor and pulled Cay tight, “Clean up later, sleep now,” he mumbled.
Cay chuckled, “Whatever you say, Deputy.”
They were both asleep just seconds later.
Nineteen
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grainger
He blew on the soup to cool it down. “It’s chicken noodle, my Nanny Lou’s recipe.”
“You made this? How did you have time?”
“I didn’t, well not now I didn’t. I make large batches and store it in my freezer.”
“You cook.”
“Yes.”
“And you take care of people.”
“I try to”
Sylas’ hand lifted and he began feeling around the back of his neck.
“What are you doing, Sy?”
“Looking for your network interface. There’s no way you can be human. People like you just don’t exist.”
He chuckled, “I assure you I’m real but please feel free to check any part of me you’d like to verify that.”
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Sylas
Sy froze, as if suddenly realizing what he was doing. He was touching Grainger. He’d reached out to touch the man without asking, without thinking, almost as if it was perfectly natural. Because that’s how it felt when he was around Grainge
r - it felt perfectly natural.
How was that possible?
He never even felt perfectly natural or comfortable in his own skin. Yet somehow Grainger made him feel just that - comfortable.
It was such a foreign feeling to him that it took him a while to even figure out what it was.
He slowly slid his hand out, noting the look of disappointment on Grainger’s face.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Sy, don’t ever be sorry for touching me, okay?”
He stared down at his hands which were now fidgeting in his lap, “It’s hard for me,” he whispered.
“I know, Sy, I know. And I’m so proud and honored that you’re not only trying but you’re doing it for me.”
His sad eyes locked with Grainger’s, “I’m doing it for me, G. I’m doing it so I can be proud of the man you’re choosing to be with.”
Grainger reached over and threaded their fingers together, “I’m glad you’re doing this for you, Sy. You should be doing it for you. You decide what happens with us. Whether we’re friends or something more, I’m here for you, however you need me to be. Always.”
He leaned his head down on Grainger’s shoulder, “Thank you.”
“It’s not really a choice though,” Grainger said.
“What’s not?”
“Being with you. The moment I looked into your beautiful eyes, I fell into them like a fly in a venus trap. Being with you is so much more than a choice, it’s a necessity.”
His chin quivered, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears as he tried so hard to believe that those words were real, that he could believe them without any doubts.
“Thanks,” he whispered again.
Grainger pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “Anytime. Now eat.”
Grainger fed a spoonful of delicious soup into his mouth and he moaned, “Oh my god, this is so good.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Grainger flinch.
“Are you okay?”
Grainger nodded, “Yeah,” he mumbled as he scooped another spoonful and fed it to Sy.
He moaned again, loudly. and he saw Grainger’s fingers tighten around the edge of the tray but before he could say anything, another spoonful was being fed into his mouth.
Eyes closed, his head fell back as he groaned.
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