The sound that came from Nate was guttural and primal and Quinn's blood raced to his extremities. "Don't fucking run into places where you can get shot," Nate growled the counter-order and bit Quinn hard enough to draw blood. He pulled at Quinn's dick with one big hand while he tried to shove the scrubs down Quinn's hips with the other. Quinn helped him strip the tattered remains of the shirt from his body. The pants went next. Together they shoved the material down far enough for Quinn to kick them off. The hospital slippers went next. "Lay the seat down all the way."
Quinn didn't answer. He grabbed a fistful of Nate's hair to hold his mouth to his neck and pulled the lever on the seat with the other. He fell backward making Nate grunt.
"Don't stop," he begged. His brain screamed for release of some kind. If he couldn't get high … "Fuck me."
"Working on it," Nate rumbled, his mouth moving against Quinn's flesh. Quinn clenched hair in both fists and pulled hard. He wanted to hurt and to be hurt. He wanted the pain to stop. He couldn't make it all stop. Nate bit his nipple. Hard. Hard enough to make Quinn scream. His voice seemed to echo back from the water. "Louder, they need to hear you across the lake."
"Fucker." Quinn yanked hair, drawing Nate's head back. He pulled harder, forcing his lover to look at him. The violence in Nate's eyes terrified him. "Hurt me."
Nate let go of the body parts that Quinn desperately wanted his hands on and reached behind his head to grab Quinn's hands. Nate yanked Quinn's arms above his head and slowly climbed over the console that separated them. He shoved a knee between Quinn's legs, pressing hard muscles into Quinn's balls. Quinn arched in the seat and spread his thighs to accommodate the man.
"Fucking going to tear you apart." Nathan's mouth slashed across Quinn's hard, his teeth gnashing his soft flesh. "Scream." Digging his fingernails into Quinn's wrists, he ground his knee into Quinn's balls. "Scream. Tell me how much it hurts."
"Doesn't hurt. Stop playing and make it hurt." Quinn nipped at Nate's lips trying to bite him. Trying to make him angry enough to really hurt him. "Fucking hurt me."
Surprise registered in Nate's eyes for one brief second before fading away. He smiled much the way he'd smiled that night all those years ago. As if he'd lost his mind and was about to tear someone apart with his bare hands. Quinn shivered and Nate's smile grew wider. The storm that raged in his eyes scared Quinn to death.
"Scream," Nate said again as he transferred Quinn's wrists into his right hand. Quinn didn't try to escape or resist. Nate grabbed Quinn's throat with his free hand and squeezed. He loomed over Quinn, not quite touching him as he watched Quinn's reaction. He wanted Quinn to fear him. He wanted to destroy everything. He wanted to destroy Quinn. He squeezed hard enough to choke Quinn, his knee moved between Quinn's legs, the denim-covered muscle grinding into Quinn's … Oh, God, it was so good. Quinn screamed. The sound was choked and harsh. His dick ached to have Nate touch him again. He wanted … God, he wanted to let go and trust Nate to not kill him.
"Good boy," Nate said, his voice held a trace of anger, his breathing belayed the anger. He wanted this as much as Quinn did. His breath was hot on Quinn's chilled flesh. He leaned over and this time the kiss was soft. Loving. "That's my good boy."
Nate broke the kiss and leaned over him breathing heavily. Gray storm clouds swirled in his eyes. Quinn didn't dare speak. He wanted this to stop. He wanted to beg and plead for Nathan to take him hard. Now.
Fingernails dug into his nipple, Quinn hadn't felt his hand shift. Nate studied him as he pinched, digging his nails in deeper and deeper. Quinn couldn't stop the moan that clogged his throat. His neck ached from the loss of pressure. He needed Nate to … "Choke me," he said through abused vocal chords.
"When the time comes." Nate grinned at him in a way that made Quinn tremble. This wasn't the Nate he knew. This man scared him in a way he wasn't prepared for. "You'll scream for me first." Nate smiled again, his gaze drifting lower over Quinn's body. He lowered his head and fastened his mouth over Quinn's Adam's apple.
Quinn screamed as his teeth sank deep. Nate dug his nails into Quinn's body, scratching his chest, his belly, going lower to dig into the soft flesh beside his dick. He traced the same path as the scar he still bore, slicing into Quinn with his nails. Quinn screamed again. He could feel Nate's laugh vibrate through his neck. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. Nate sucked at his neck, his tongue flicked across flesh. His knee pressed harder into Quinn's balls, rubbing him, the denim making him so very sensitive that he could come from just that. "Do it," he pleaded. "Please."