Finding Forgiveness(5)

Hunter made quick work of scrubbing his body clean and then carefully pressed his hand between his cheeks to wash away the little bit of blood that remained. Although he was still hurting, he was hoping what he’d told the mysterious stranger about not needing medical attention would be true. And he absolutely refused to consider what might have happened if the man with the striking blue eyes hadn’t intervened. It had been clear that the bikers hadn’t cared much about his comfort because they hadn’t even bothered to replenish the lube when he’d clearly needed more so they probably wouldn’t have even blinked at the idea of tearing him up inside. He could only hope that they’d all used condoms because after the first guy had finished with him, he’d been too far gone to notice and while it seemed like the only thing that had seeped out of his body was his own blood, he couldn’t be completely sure.

The temperature of the water began to shift from hot to warm so Hunter knew his reprieve was over and he shut off the water and climbed out of the shower. He dried himself off with one of the scratchy white towels and reached for his clothes. They smelled of sex and smoke and he decided to forgo the underwear when he saw several small bloodstains on them. He put them in the garbage can next to the toilet and then covered them with several wads of toilet paper. He took a few minutes to towel dry his hair and comb his fingers through it and then steeled himself to face the man in the other room.

He could hear the TV going as he opened the door but when he got to the main part of the room, any words he was about to say died in the back of his throat as his eyes took in the sight of the beautiful stranger. He was leaning against the headboard of the queen bed with a laptop open on his lap. But his eyes were closed and his head was pressed back against the cheap-looking wood. Hunter knew he should just go. It would be easy enough to grab the bus back to the club to get his car. But instead of moving towards the door, he moved closer to the bed and studied his rescuer. He guessed him to be in his early thirties and he had to be at least a couple inches over Hunter’s own six-foot frame. He wasn’t heavily built like a body builder but he did have wide shoulders and a broad chest that filled out the crisp white dress shirt he was wearing. His black slacks hinted at muscular thighs and were pulled snuggly over his hips. Hunter’s whole body drew up tight at the sight of the man’s bulge outlined beneath the thin fabric.

Before he could deal with the unwanted bout of lust that burned through him, the guy shifted and his laptop leaned precariously to the right. Hunter managed to catch it before it fell and he carefully put it up on the nightstand next to the bed. He glanced over to see that the man hadn’t woken up and then Hunter did something that he knew was a really bad idea. He carefully lowered himself to sit on what little space there was between the man’s body and the edge of the mattress. They weren’t actually touching but the close proximity gave Hunter the chance to study the man’s face in more detail. He had black hair that was shorter on the sides and a bit longer on top. Hunter knew just by looking at it that it would feel like silk between his fingers. A little bit of stubble graced the man’s jaw but it was his lips that Hunter kept going back to – they were full and firm looking and there was just the tiniest scar cutting into the upper lip. He was reaching out to touch the scar before he even realized he was doing it and when his fingers made contact with it, the man’s eyes slowly opened. But to Hunter’s surprise, he didn’t move at all. Their eyes met and Hunter’s gut clenched at the raw beauty he was seeing. The need to touch, to connect was so overwhelming that his fingers shook with it.

As a tremor of desire went through him, Hunter tried to draw his hand back but the man captured his wrist in a gentle hold and then lowered it to the bed next to his hip. The move forced Hunter forward just the tiniest bit and he knew even as he shifted his weight that he couldn’t stop himself from what he was about to do. The man didn’t move, didn’t even seem to breathe as Hunter leaned in. Their eyes stayed connected until the very last second when Hunter closed them just as he got his first taste of the mysterious man who was quickly turning his world upside down and inside out.



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Fuck, the kid’s kiss was like a wet dream. And technically, it was barely even a kiss since all Hunter did was brush their mouths together for the briefest of moments. But when he only drew back a fraction of an inch, Roman’s heart seized because he knew it wasn’t over.

Roman forced himself to remain completely still as Hunter’s lips met his again. He still had a hold of Hunter’s wrist and it took every ounce of control he had left to not use it to draw Hunter even closer. The second kiss was as chaste as the first but this time Hunter didn’t draw back – instead, he hovered against Roman’s lips for just a moment before covering them completely with his. And then one stroke – one fucking stroke of that lush, sweet tongue and Roman snapped. He released Hunter’s wrist so he could wrap his hand around the back of Hunter’s neck while his other hand settled on Hunter’s waist. Hunter gasped at the contact and Roman took advantage and sank his tongue into Hunter’s mouth. Hunter’s sweet taste exploded against Roman’s tongue as he explored Hunter’s hot, wet mouth and he swallowed down Hunter’s moan as their tongues finally met. Warning bells went off in the back of Roman’s head as Hunter’s inexperience at kissing quickly became clear but instead of releasing Hunter like he should have, Roman softened his kiss and gently began exploring Hunter’s mouth.