Savior:A Tattered Club Story(29)

Ethan was licking his asshole. No, not just licking, but sticking the tip of his finger inside.

“Please, Niko. I promise you’ll like it. Please, it’s been so long for me. I love doing this and I haven’t done it since I moved in with Charles. If you want me to stop, I will.”

Niko tipped over, pressing his forehead into his hand. “Jesus, Ethan, I’m not gay. How did you get my shorts off? I don’t want to...I can’t. I—tell anyone and I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

He didn’t particularly like the way Ethan bounced back into the spot he was before Niko went ape-shit. “Roll over,” he said, impatiently grabbing Niko’s calves and pushing. “God, I’ve wanted to taste you since that first day in the shop. Your ass is so firm. Come on, just relax. I can’t believe you’ve never had anyone do this. I know you’re not gay, but every man loves getting his ass eaten out.

Niko laid his cheek on the pillow, squeezing his eyes closed, knowing going back after this wasn’t an option. Having a guy suck his cock in the men’s room was a quick thing, forgettable. Well, not forgettable when the memory was filed for the spank bank, but this was different. Having another guy touch him so intimately meant something else entirely.

Niko shoved his face in the pillow not sure whether to scream or sigh with relief. This could be their secret. No one needed to know. He’d play it cool and trusted Ethan would do the same. Besides, whether the guy was fucking beautifully adorable or not, he’d kick his ass if he said anything.

“Holy fuck!” Niko clenched his cheeks with the wet sensation slipping down his crack. “I wasn’t ready.”

The vibration of laughter sank into the crease. “Yes you are. You’ve been ready for a long time, Niko. Relax. I want to get in deep.”

Niko tried to breathe. God, his lungs were locked up. The slight pressure of a rough tip pressed against his hole made his stomach quiver. “I had no idea—”

“It could feel this good? Wait until you get this while I suck your cock.”

Niko’s lungs seized as the euphoria in his head spun out of control. “You’ve...done that before?”

When Ethan didn’t answer, the pressure increased. The gentle burn made his jaw twitch. He wasn’t a pussy. He could take pain, but this was a different kind of discomfort. As if his body knew it was going to drown in pleasure, his ass involuntarily pressed against Ethan’s finger.

The heaviness in Niko’s balls swelled, along with his dick. Rutting the bed wasn’t enough. He wanted Ethan’s hand on his cock but remembered what he’d said about Charles. Niko was a lot of things, but a bastard to the guy who was licking his ass wasn’t one of them.

Ethan’s strong hands gripped and released, tightened and massaged. “I want in here,” he moaned and Niko felt the pressure break through his ring, sending a full sensation through his pelvis.

Niko ground into the mattress. He needed more but wasn’t sure what to ask for. Something bigger in his ass? Something faster? A warm hand on his cock? “You.” He looked over his shoulder, watching as Ethan sat back, a serious expression on his face as he slowly pumped his arm. “Want to fuck me?”

“Sure, why not? You think because I’m a pretty boy I can’t fuck another man? Look.” He pulled the waistband of the silky shorts down past the thin nest of light-brown hair. “Does this look like I can’t handle fucking?”

“Jesus Christ, Ethan.” Niko swallowed to avoid drooling.

“I know” The little shit smirked. “I’ve only been inside two guys, but they didn’t complain. Maybe...maybe sometime we could try it?”

No way in hell. Niko wasn’t about to let another guy fuck him. Besides, why did the topic have to be brought up at all? This whole messing around thing was going to be a one-time deal, a quick way to release the pressure that’d been building up since that night in the men’s room.

Ethan’s hot, slender finger pumping in and out made his brain hazy, the patter of the rain rebounding then silencing, the movement of the mattress as Casper crawled to Ethan’s pillow, all of it felt muted. He looked over his shoulder again.

Ethan’s intense stare was illuminated by the lightning flashing in the shadowed space. “Come for me, Niko. Forget about everything. It’s just you and me here. No one will know. Come hard and it’ll be our secret. I promise.”

Niko masked his face in the pillow. The thickness between his legs swung forward then back with the rock of his hips. He vaguely felt the shift in the bed, a radiating warmth close to his side, but he couldn’t move his head, from shame or fear—he had no clue—but at this point who cared? Every nerve in his body peaked, vibrated with the hum in his dick.