TEN
He thought about that kiss. A lot. More than he should. For a couple days, every time Micah looked at Kit going about his business he thought about that kiss in the bathroom after he’d puked. And felt tingly.
He thought about a great deal of other things too. Like, who the hell had shot at them? And how in the hell had he seen them to take such deliberate aim? And Heath… He’d thought about Heath way more than he wanted to think about Heath.
After the kiss he’d left Kit to shower and do whatever it was Kit did and went out to find that it wasn’t just dark, that it was late. Very late. He’d showered, which wasn’t easy with bandaging on his back. And dressed in clean clothes that didn’t smell a thing like his laundry detergent.
He’d ventured out to the kitchen to look for food before he realized he didn’t actually have the codes to get back into Kit’s side of the house. Rochfort was up and waiting for him. He’d checked Micah’s back and proclaimed his stitches to be fine despite the drenching. And then helped him carry dinner back into the inner sanctum where Kit was set up in the game room fiddling with the robot sounding voice board and frowning.
That was two days, maybe even three days ago. Micah was losing time as his days and nights flipped around. Vampire boy liked to play at night. And by play, Micah meant hardcore video game marathons with people Micah couldn’t hear. Micah wondered how he communicated with the mutants on the other end of the online link. He never saw him type out responses. Well not often.
Rochfort assured him that when Kit was creating a game he played very little. That right now the completed game was in the test phase and that it wasn’t always like this.
Kady came in the late afternoons after things settled down and no other attempts on Kit’s life had been made. She would change into comfortable clothing, grab a controller and straddle that obscene looking thing in front of the large screen. And that’s when Micah had to find somewhere else to be. It was like he was the resident peacemaker to a couple of squabbling kids.
In those hours, he went outside and walked the property. Often, he ended up with the guards for a daily report. Or with the dogs, getting to know them, so that if in the event he was ever out at night they wouldn’t bite his ass.
He went through all of his casual clothing again, and had to find the laundry room, or resort to paying Kady to do his chore again.
It was on the third day that Kady came in, still in her uniform to inform him that he had a delivery. Kit simply raised an eyebrow and went back to sketching in the book he carried around when he wasn’t gaming.
Micah passed a couple of delivery men carrying large packages but Rochfort waved him on to the front of the house. “You must sign for the delivery, they won’t accept my signature.”
By the time he made it to the front door he passed four more large boxes. Which had him wondering what the hell was waiting at the front door for him?
His car. Oh sweet God, his car was being rolled off the back of a truck. “Who? What? How?”
“Apparently, Mr. Gideon said something about having your apartment closed up and your things sent to you. He called earlier to remind you of that but you and Master Kit were still sleeping.” Rochfort stood beside him while he signed the mover’s papers and accepted Micah’s spare set of keys.
“Yeah, well, I assumed that meant he paid my lease out and alerted my landlord to the fact that I wouldn’t be there much. I didn’t think he’d actually ship my shit…stuff to me, especially my car.” Spencer came from the garage as the truck drove away. He was standing beside the car when Micah made it out.
“It’s a 1969 Corvette Stingray. Oh my God. Who do I have to kill to get to drive this, do ya’ reckon?” Spencer turned to him with pure lust on his face.
“That would be me. But I’d prefer not to die today. Asking would do it. But don’t hurt her. She was my dad’s.” Micah handed him the keys before looking up to Rochfort on the porch. “Hey, Jeeves is there room in the inn for my car or do I need to make other arrangements?”
“There’s plenty of room.” Spencer answered for Rochfort who shrugged and went back into the house leaving them alone to talk cars. “You sure you won’t mind if I drive it? I won’t go far, just out to the highway and back. I’ll park her in the best spot in the garage. I’ll even wash her if you tell me too.”
He was young. Micah watched him prance around like he’d never seen a car in his life. All because a classic car with way too many miles on her happened to show up in his driveway. “How’s your wife? And the baby?” Micah asked while Spencer ran his hands over every curve of the black car. Had he ever been this young, or this excited? Maybe if he’d never seen one up close, but he’d grown up with that car. Maybe if the war and his time on the job hadn’t aged him. Maybe…there were a lot of maybes in his life.
“She’s good. The baby is good. So far it’s staying inside her where it belongs. If we can get her through three more weeks then everyone will breathe easier. She’s at thirty-two weeks right now. They’re hoping to make it to thirty-seven but thirty-five gives the baby a better chance. So we’re dealing. Ellie’s mother is there during the day. The money and the health insurance here have helped tremendously. Kit’s…well, she wants to name the baby Christy after him. Or Kitty. I don’t really think Kitty is a good name.”
Spencer really was just a kid. And Micah felt incredibly old listening to him chatter as if he never had another soul to talk too. He handed over the keys when the man looked up at the darkening sky. “Looks like it’s almost time for you to head home, so you might want to take that drive now.”
Spencer whooped before he remembered where he was. With a sly grin he ran off to take Micah’s car out for a spin. And Micah turned to go back into the house.
The boxes waited for him in the hallway right outside Kit’s apartments. All of them his, from his apartment. The clothes he needed, Micah wasn’t sure about the rest. Even if he did need what he found in the boxes he had no idea where to actually put the stuff in the tiny room he lived in.
Rochfort and both maids grabbed a box and between the four of them, they moved him in while Kit watched and fiddled with his gadget. There was a small smile on his lips, but he ducked every time Micah looked his way.
Considering he was twenty-eight years old, his life fit into eight boxes all together. Which was pitiful. But still it was eight boxes of shit Micah had no place to store.
Kady helped him go through the boxes labeled clothing. Which took up four of the larger boxes alone. She found his former dress uniform and held it reverently. “You were a Marine. I should have known by the way you stand. And if not then, the way you look at everything should have been my biggest clue.”
“I don’t look at things in any particular way.” Micah folded T-shirts, shorts and other foldable clothing and laid them neatly in a drawer.
“And then there’s the way you fold things and how your bed is made. I should have guessed.” She carried his uniform to the small wardrobe and hung it inside. “And you do this thing where you stare at us like you’re deciding the best way to kill us. It’s unnerving. Of course, you look at Gibb’s meatloaf with the same expression so it has to be a Marine thing.”
“I like meatloaf.” Micah tried not to stare at her now that he knew it bothered her.
“You terrify meatloaf,” a new voice said, this one electronic. Micah was surprised to find and the speaker standing in the door. Kit had avoided him much of the last few days. After Micah had left him…after the kiss…which he regretted, but it had to be done.
“Well, maybe meatloaf deserves to be terrified. Did you ever think of that? It has suspicious ingredients and then there’s the ketchup topping. It’s inferior food masquerading as delicious eats.” Micah went for light. It had been a long time since he’d been around so many people his own age. He was used to keeping his own council and had forgotten how to relax. “Okay, yes, I was a Marine. I was also a cop and then a Marshal. I have the thousand yard stare down pat. I don’t do it on purpose. It’s how it is.”
“Well, it’s kind of hot.” Miranda joined them in the room, and Kit gave her a side eyed glance as if he had not one clue that she existed. She flounced into the room and sat on his bed. She’d changed clothes and was wearing leggings and a short dress. “I bet you looked incredible in that uniform.”
Kit followed her into the room and made himself comfortable on the other side of the bed. He was quiet. As if he had no idea what to do with himself in a room full of people his age. But he was here, and Micah couldn’t help smiling. “Maybe. I know that I enjoyed looking at the others in full dress. Something about a man in uniform.”
Miranda snorted, almost as if she choked. She must have forgotten he’d come out the first day. Or she didn’t expect him to say something that echoed her own thoughts. He slit open a box marked papers and books. He didn’t have many books in his apartment so he guessed he’d find the box of pictures he’d saved over the years.
.” He opened the tin box he kept from his military days. His medals were there too. The Purple Heart and the two others he’d earned for doing his job. He wasn’t career. He just wanted to serve his time, get out, go to school and figure out life after that. He had given up on figuring life out. “Here. I’m in some of these. But mostly I took them
“Oh look at how cute you were,” Kady squealed as she held up the picture he’d sat for after boot camp. He was eighteen and fresh out of three months of hell and full of himself. And his ears were too big for his head. She handed the picture around, Kit got it last. And held it longest.
Maybe he was reading too much into Kit’s responses. Maybe he was reading too much into Kit’s non-responses. Maybe he shouldn’t be reading anything in at all. He broke down one of the clothing boxes and folded it up to go wherever Rochfort stored used boxes. The kids sitting on his bed were digging through his things like pirates on a treasure hunt. His pictures, his medals, his life, what there was of it, all on display for them.
And into the weird walked the last member of the household staff under thirty. Spencer held out his keys. “Thank you. That car is so fuc…I mean it’s awesome. It handles nicely and, dude, it’s a ‘69 Stingray, such a hot damned car.”
“Glad you enjoyed yourself.” Micah tucked the keys into his pocket while Spencer shrugged and blushed and joined the other four to look at his pictures.
“Where were these taken?” Kady held up a picture of him with his arm draped over one of his buddies. They were full-on bad asses at that point, and scared out of their ever-loving minds, but were too stupid to realize it.
“Afghanistan. My first tour. I was a private then. So probably nineteen.” Micah didn’t look at the pictures. He had the nightmares—that was enough for him. And that friend was sent home in a flag draped box while Micah stood here after the war with hardly any scars to show for his time there.
“Ah, I was wondering where the lot of you had gotten off too.” Rochfort cleared his throat in the doorway and all of the employees jumped as if they’d been caught loafing on the job.
“Sorry, sir, we were just helping Mr…Beez unpack and time got away.” Kady was the one who explained. Spencer and Miranda looked at the floor with guilty nods of their heads. Kit did nothing, his eyes had taken on a glazed over quality that startled Micah. He was vacant. Completely not there. He sat holding Micah’s picture, his knuckles turning red.
“Master Kit?” Rochfort ignored the maid, his voice gone sharp, almost angry. Kit jumped, his eyes clearing. His hands shook as he looked at the people gathered around him as if he’d never seen them. “Dinner is ready.”
The younger staff all scurried out, their day here was done and Spencer would drive them back to town if they needed when he drove Gibbs to her home. Until then they would do whatever it was they did. Which left Micah to figure out the strange looks Master and Butler were passing each other.
He’d seen Kit go blank like that once before, after the ceiling had caved in on him and he’d been close to shock. Micah didn’t understand what he’d seen then. And he sure as fuck didn’t understand now.
“I’m hungry. I could eat. What are we having?” Kit’s voice had evolved over the past couple of days with Kit’s constant tweaking, but it was still very robotic sounding.
“Meatloaf,” Rochfort said and walked away, but not before Micah caught the hint of a smile on his lips as he looked pointedly at Micah.
“Ooh good, I love watching Beastly scowl at Gibb’s meatloaf.” Kit’s voice did a fake chuckling sound that was, well, scary.
Micah shrugged it off. Kit was socially awkward. There were too many people and too much chatter and he wasn’t used to it. It was as simple as that. Micah returned the pictures to the box and left the four unpacked boxes stacked against a wall. “You okay?” He sat on the bed at Kit’s feet.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” Kit typed out, adding no emotion to the voice, he wouldn’t meet Micah’s gaze.
“Too many people in your space. I get weird when there’s too many strangers crowding me. You looked a little lost there for a while.” Micah tried to reach out to him. He’d tried many times over the past week. Since the kiss. The one that he’d not returned and regretted every minute since.
“Don’t try to shrink me, Beastly, I’ve been shrank by the best and they still don’t understand me.” Kit closed up then. He took his keyboard and left Micah sitting on the bed wondering exactly what it was that he’d done to deserve this.
* * * * *
Kit ate dinner alone in front of his main work computer. He was used to being alone and frankly Beastly’s need to talk all the time was starting to get on his last nerve. When Beastly had announced that he was taking a drive, Kit had been thrilled. But now, hours later, he was starting to regret having the man’s car shipped out.
But then Beastly had been here for nearly a week and Kit had forgotten he was just an employee. One with a personal life outside of work. So what if he was going in to town to check out the local sites…and meet people…who might invite him to their beds and…Kit was a jealous idiot.
A jealous idiot who couldn’t get an erection if his life depended on it.
He hadn’t hired Beastly to be his prisoner. Because he’d chosen to confine himself to the house, didn’t mean he expected his people to do the same. Sam chose to stay full time for reasons Kid didn’t understand. Sam had been loyal to his grandfather, and stayed for Kit when he had a world waiting for him. Kit was grateful, but sometimes he wondered why anyone would stay with him if they didn’t have too.
Especially Beastly.
Or why he cared so much that Beastly wanted to escape him.
“How’re the game nerds tonight?” Kit jumped at the sound of his voice and quickly closed the browser before Beastly caught him. The slant of Beastly’s eyebrow over narrowed eyes told Kit he hadn’t fooled anyone. “Yeah, that’s not suspicious at all.”
“The gaming world is just fine, thank you for asking.” Kit typed into his voice and switched to the outline for the new story he wanted to tell after testing for this game wrapped up. “Early feedback is good. We’re tweaking certain small details before the summer release. Should be a big hit.”
“And you’re lying through your fingertips.” Beastly laughed, the sound was almost happy. “So what were you really doing? Hacking into the Pentagon? Because, Kit, I get the feeling that you are a bit more than some simple game designer.”
“Oh, yeah, sure, I simply dialed right in and took over the war room for my own personal gain. Let’s bomb Paris. All those snails need rescuing. Not to mention the frogs. I mean they’re born without legs, but they need them to hop as adults.”
“Funny. You’re a regular Robin Williams.” Beastly flopped down in the seat beside him and tugged at his laptop. “Let’s see what freaked Christopher Auberon out when the big bad marshal walked in.”
Kit pulled his laptop back and typed into his voice, “That would be none of your business.” But he couldn’t type with one hand and hang on to the laptop with the other.
“Said the man who hacked into my computer the first night I was here.” Beastly ignored his pitiful attempts to get his computer back. He pulled up Kit’s recent history and Kit felt every ounce of blood in his lower extremities flood into his face. “It’s porn. Oh, God, Kit. And gay porn too. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snooped.”
He pushed the computer back to show the video he’d hastily shut down, but it wasn’t shut down. It was still going and body parts were moving in other body parts that Kit didn’t know could take that body part. And he was such an idiot.
Beastly grabbed his hand when he tried to escape from the humiliation. “Hey, Kit. I’m sorry. Look at me, okay. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know.”
Kit stopped trying to run but he kept his back turned on the man who was haunting his dreams and confusing the hell out of him. He’d kissed him. And Beastly had rejected him. “I’m…I’ve never watched porn before. Straight, gay, lesbian, cartoon. I’ve never seen people have sex before. I don’t know how to…it embarrasses me that I…please just let me go.”
Beastly dragged him back into the damned hard to get out of beanbag seat that he was going to have burned tomorrow, he balanced the laptop on their thighs and turned the sound on. “I’ve seen this one. There’s better porn out there. But this one is okay. A couple of straight boys fucking for money is all it is. But it’ll get you off if that’s what you’re looking for.”
“I’m not looking for anything.” Kit fumbled left handed with the little keyboard. The electronic voice dragging out over the speaker was almost as embarrassing as being caught watching porn. “How do you know they are straight? Why would they do any of that if they’re straight? I don’t understand.”
“Money. Curiosity. Maybe they’re not as straight as they think they are and this is how they figure it out. The site is what we call gay for pay. This site does het as well and some of those guys fuck girls too.” Beastly closed the video and went to another site. He signed in with his own ID and full videos popped up. “I have a subscription. Yeah, shut up, I didn’t buy it. Someone gave it to me as a get well present. Straight college boys don’t rev my engine…much.”
Kit waited for him to laugh or tell him he was stupid. He wasn’t attracted to anything. So did it matter? And he was an adult.
“Okay, look, this is a no judgment zone. If you are curious, there’s both straight and gay right here. If you want me to go away. I’ll go away. Porn is kind of personal. I mean I’ve never actually watched it with someone…” he stopped for a moment and closed his eyes. “Except Heath. He liked to watch while we had sex.”
“Was he straight?” Kit was actually confused. If you had someone who made you want to do those things with then why had his lover needed porn to get him in the mood?
“Yeah, sort of, not completely.” Beastly was very uncomfortable. Kit could feel his reluctance to talk about his lost lover, feel it, hear it, hell he could practically smell Beastly’s embarrassment. “Okay, here’s the deal, we’re both sitting here confronting something painful. Your lack of sexual interest. And my affair with a married straight man. With kids. He had kids. And he liked to fuck men.”
“You let him inside you like those guys did?” Kit turned in the seat to face the man, who in turn wouldn’t face him.
“Yeah, I let him fuck me. He got off on it. I got off. Nobody got hurt.”
“His wife would probably argue that.”
“Agreed. I never said I was proud of it. It happened. We were gone for days on end. Sometimes we were gone for weeks. His wife…they were divorcing and he…it just happened one night. We were alone, he was…upset…I guess. He found gay porn on the pay per view and the next thing I knew I was sucking him off. We fucked. The world kept spinning. Maybe he didn’t eat his gun over the divorce. Maybe I didn’t have to go looking for it on the down low anymore. It’s not like we were going to declare our undying love for each other. We were two guys blowing off steam. I’m not going to apologize for it.”
“Is that what we did the other night?” Kit shouldn’t have asked. He’d started that and he had no right to accuse the man of anything.
“Is that what you want to have happened? I mean, Kit, you’re a kind of innocent I’ve never dealt with before. You’re also not much younger than me and you’re beautiful. How can I not want to pursue something with you? But it’s like you’re some thirty year old virgin, and I’m the only person around to appease your curiosity…so you tell me what we did the other night?”
Kit forgot about the computer and twisted to face him completely. Beastly caught the device before it could fall. He stayed exactly like he was. Facing forward, feet on the floor, hands and eyes to himself. “I’m not going to accuse you of rape or anything if that’s what you’re thinking. I touched you. I kissed you. But I can’t…I don’t work. So…I guess…did you enjoy what I did to you?”
“Yeah, Kit, I did. And I felt guilty after because I couldn’t help you…you know…get off.”
“You were busy having a ceiling fall on you. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t exactly part of the program.” Kit tried to laugh it off. He’d been embarrassed enough for one week. “Who knows, maybe if you’d ever gotten a chance to touch me. Maybe I would have…I should stop talking now.”
Beastly finally turned to face him. They weren’t exactly sitting, more like lounging on the chair in a half recline with body parts touching. The computer ended up on the floor, despite Beastly trying to catch it when it fell. “Fuck, sorry, I can pay for that if it broke.”
“I have three. Don’t worry about it.”
Beastly leaned his head on his arm and watched Kit with those brown eyes. It was true what the girls had said this afternoon. He didn’t show much emotion. Right now he seemed to be thinking too hard. Kit reached over to trace the scar along his jaw as gently as he could. Beastly flinched but wouldn’t let Kit remove his hand. “Don’t stop. It doesn’t hurt. I don’t really have feeling there. I think I have feeling and try not to react when I’m sure it’s going to hurt.”
“And then it doesn’t. I know how that feels. Or doesn’t feel.” He keyed the words in. Getting better with his left hand at finding the right hand keys.
“Use sign. If you go slowly I can follow. Enough to figure out what you’re saying.” Beastly put his hand back over the scar. “Or nod or something.”
“O-K.” Kit signed out the letters with one hand and relaxed onto the chair and the man. He stroked the scar watching Beastly’s eyes for any sign of pain or…rejection.
“I’m sorry I left after you kissed me the other day…night…I’m turned around right now. Days are nights, nights are days. I’d gotten used to not being on duty all hours for days on end.”
Kit shrugged to say it didn’t matter. He didn’t want to take his hand off the man to say anything.
“It does matter. I was afraid. You kissed me and I wanted to kiss you back. I don’t want to get attached to you. You’re my boss. It’s not ethical.”
“I could fire you.” Kit signed tempering the words with a smile…or what he hoped resembled a smile. He was never sure if he actually smiled or if he was just baring his teeth at people. Like a dog about to bite the hand reaching to pet him.
“You could. And I could leave here. Or I could fuck you. There are all kinds of ways this could play out. I’m hard as fuck right now.” Beastly ran his hand up Kit’s thigh to cup him between his legs. Kit didn’t even gasp. “And you’re…not.”
Kit shook his head and started to move away. Beastly stopped him again.
“It’s okay, Kit. Don’t think about it. Maybe you’re not interested in guys. Maybe I just don’t do it for you.”
“Maybe no one does it for me.”
“Could be.” Beastly leaned over to pick the computer up. He gave it to Kit while he pulled the table closer. “Okay give me that and let’s see if it still works.”
He placed the laptop on the table and started it up again. The porn page pulled up as soon as Beastly linked back to the internet. “Okay, pick something. Girl, guy, or guy, guy or go nutty and two guys and a girl. I’ll tell you, I do like to watch a couple of guys fuck a girl together. It’s a kink.”
Kit looked at the two sections and pointed. Maybe he wasn’t ready to look at a girl when he’d found a guy. Maybe he was just chickenshit all the way around. Maybe he was broken and would never be fixed. Maybe it was as simple as erectile medication. “Okay, then two dudes. Do you have a preference, blond, black, Asian? Or—”
“You pick. Shit. Pick and get it over with.” Kit couldn’t stop his hands from shaking as he formed the words.
Beastly laughed and clicked on a video. “We’ll play it safe. Two really vanilla pretty boys all horned up and trying to…hell, I’m not sure what they’re trying to do.” The video started and Beastly moved to fast forward. “I hate listening to them talk about why they’re willing to get fucked. Just get on with it and save us all the chatter.”
The bigger one, a blond, who looked a little like Beastly if he were about ten years younger and not scarred, grabbed the smaller one and tried to suck his whole face off. “Yeah, that’s attractive. But they figure it out in a minute.”
Beastly was right, the blond stopped trying to force the other one and the kissing went from awkward to making them both breathe really hard. The big one grabbed the little one between his legs and stroked him through his jeans. The little one started moaning and humping the big guy’s hand.
“They’re both probably on Viagra. If they’re going to freak out when a guy touches them the pill helps get them hot pretty fast. But then again Viagra only works if the guy is willing to get turned on. Otherwise it sits in the system and does nothing for blood flow. Or multiple orgasms. Or letting some guy stick his dick in your mouth when that’s not something you’re in to.”
The big one had the little one naked and was pulling his face down to do exactly what Beastly was describing. Except the little one seemed to really want to lick him. And then suck on him. He had the big guy making sounds Kit had never heard anyone make. Not even Beastly had made those sounds when Kit had brought him to orgasm. “It’s played up for the camera. See how they keep the front arm behind their backs. Or later they’ll get into positions that are not really all that fun to be in. So the camera has something to show. Or if we’re lucky they’ll forget the camera is there and the sex turns to something really hot.”
Kit reached back to brush his hair behind his ear, it was tickling his neck, and distracting him. He brushed Beastly’s fingers instead. Beastly wasn’t watching the video, he was watching Kit. Lying on his hip with Kit almost in his arms in the huge lounge chair while the video he’d obviously seen more than once played out.
The moans and groans and shouts became louder and Kit couldn’t concentrate on Beastly while the big one licked the other guy’s asshole. He pushed his tongue into the opening and Kit wrinkled his nose. Did people really do that?
“After a shower, Kit. When it’s clean down there. I like doing it. And I love having it done to me. Not as much as I love having a man inside me. The heat is incredible. Pleasure, pain, it’s worth the work to get it.” Kit felt Micah’s breath on his neck. His hair tickled his skin or was that Beastly’s mouth? Kit leaned his head over to give him room to explore.
The little guy was on his knees with his head down on the bed now. The big guy behind him, his mouth pressed hard into the little guy’s ass. They were both pulling on their dicks. The dark haired guy was begging to be fucked. Over and over. But the blond kept licking him, adding a finger as he licked. Then another finger. He pulled the guy’s hole open and licked inside him. Kit wasn’t sure he ever wanted to stick his tongue in anyone’s ass. Male or female.
Beastly stopped telling him what was going on about the time the big guy slicked lube in the little guy and pushed his dick into him. The little guy started shaking. All over. His cries went from begging to…he wasn’t hurting, he was coming. His dick dripped thick semen all over the camera. Beastly laughed against Kit’s neck. “He’s a power bottom. He can come five or six times in one scene. Doesn’t even need his dick touched. That’s why I picked this one. He isn’t straight. The big one might be. He just wants to fuck. That one wants to be fucked. You smell so good.”
Kit turned to face Beastly who was watching him. His eyes were dilated like the other night. His breath was strained like the smaller guy in the video. He was aroused. Really aroused. Not just from the movie either. “Would it be all right to touch you?”
Beastly was hot and hard, and Kit wanted to feel that way too. He nodded but unlike last time he let Beastly set the pace. The little guy was on his back now with his feet in the air. The big guy on his knees between his legs slamming his big dick into the little guy. He stroked himself as he begged the big guy to fuck him harder. His face went bright red and he shot cum all over his stomach and begged for more.
The tie on his robe eased apart, but his robe stayed closed. Beastly slid his hand under the lapel and over Kit’s stomach. His touch was feather light. As was the press of his lips to Kit’s neck.
Kit pulled his robe open and slipped his arms out of the sleeves. Beastly sighed against his neck. There was no moaning and groaning. Only touching and warm hands and hot lips, and Kit closed his eyes and let Beastly touch him. “Is this okay?”
Kit nodded, he didn’t need the video. It did nothing for him. Two guys fucking wasn’t his thing. His nipples contracted into hard points as Beastly licked him lightly there. Over his nipples. The guys in the video didn’t do that. They didn’t do any of this. They kissed and went right to sucking and fucking.
Kit’s skin tingled everywhere Beastly touched him. He leaned his head back when Beastly moved his kisses around his neck to his throat. He wrapped his arms around Beastly’s broad shoulders and felt the beanbag tip back as Beastly shifted.
“You taste, incredible,” Beastly whispered as he licked Kit’s throat and under his chin. He hovered over him, moving to put one knee on the seat between Kit’s legs. And Kit spread his legs apart for him. He should have felt strange spread out like this for a man to see. He didn’t. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Kit nodded again. He was fascinated by the intense emotion flickering behind Beastly’s eyes. And his lips. They were, pink and plump and slick from the kissing he’d already done. Kit wanted to know what they felt like against his. He wanted to know what this strange tingling all over his body was.
Micah molded his mouth to Kit’s, and Kit forgot to breathe. This. He’d had a taste of this the other night. The thrill of touch, the intake of breath. Only this time it was him being touched and kissed. Micah licked his lips and Kit opened his mouth. He wanted more. He wanted to feel him inside, he wanted to taste his tongue and drink down his voice.
Micah didn’t disappoint. He moaned into Kit’s mouth as soon as Kit sucked the tip of his tongue. He bit, just a little nip and was rewarded with an even louder moan.
This was power.
He had power over this man.
Micah thrust his groin into Kit’s, his penis huge and hot through his jeans. Kit could feel him throb from that one brief contact.
And nothing.
Kit had nothing.
That didn’t stop Beastly. He kissed his way down Kit’s throat and over his chest. He licked Kit’s nipples, drawing the painfully tight crests into his mouth to nibble with sharp teeth. Kit lay still on the lounge, his body tingling, his breath catching with each nip of Micah’s teeth over his skin. He wanted so much to please this man. He wanted so much to be everything this man wanted and needed. He’d do anything.
Micah rubbed him through his pants and Kit lifted his hips for Micah to pull his pants off. He closed his eyes and pretended he didn’t know what Beastly was thinking. He spread his legs wide and opened that part of him that the small guy had enjoyed. Micah could take his pleasure and Kit would…he gasped at the hot tug of lips on his penis. His dick lay flaccid between his legs, his balls lifeless but Micah tried anyway. He licked him. Stroking him slowly with roughened hands that felt good on his flesh but not enough to make him hard. Kit pushed him away and rolled onto his stomach, offering his ass up for Beastly.
The soft touch of lips on each ass cheek made him cringe. He tried not to cry. He felt the sting of needles behind his eyes. He’d wanted so much. He hid his face in the chair and steeled himself to take what Beastly would do to him. He wasn’t prepared to feel the kiss Beastly pressed into the small of his back, or the shake of Micah’s head as he sighed.
“No, Chris. Not like that. Not ever like that.”