Chapter 22
Old School
Edge
“I think I should go to New York and find my mother.”
The words whispered through the darkness like smoke. I wasn’t even sure Bash was still awake, but I’d been wrestling with the decision ever since he pointed out I only had one side of the story and I should know better than to believe anything the Darby family said. They had their own agenda, their own way of rewriting history so they always came out on top looking like the heroes, when I knew the family was full of villains.
I already had one parent who couldn’t be bothered to pretend he wanted me, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do if I found another who acted like I was nothing more than a nuisance. My ego was healthy, but losing my best friend had dinged it. I wasn’t positive it could handle another beating so soon.
A soft murmur met my ears, the sound of sheets rustling as Bash turned his colorful body in my direction, soothed some of my worry. He wanted me. He didn’t want me to be anyone else and he proved that every day. His steady reassurance might be enough if my mother ended up being as bad as the Darbys led me to believe she was.
Bash’s hand landed on the side of my face. His warm fingers caressing my cheek, and his thumb dropping to trace my mouth.
“I think that’s a good idea. At least you will know why she did what she did. It might not be what you want to hear, and then again, it might be what you’ve needed to hear all along.” He ran a finger down the bridge of my nose and I felt him shift so he was practically draped over my entire body. His chest was strong and heavy on mine, his heartbeat a soothing thump dimming some of the anxiety that surfaced at the idea of turning my entire life as I knew it upside down. “I’m going to New York to check out colleges. Come with me. You don’t have to do this alone.” He snuggled closer. “I want to be there for you.”
I ran my hand down the slope of his spine, loving the way his skin prickled and pebbled at the light touch. He was always so responsive, even though I touched him all the time. The connection we shared never seemed to waver, and I couldn’t believe there was a point in time where I thought I would get bored of him. I noticed new little things that made him so special every day. I was still as fascinated by him now as I had been when he’d first caught my eye.
“I want you to be there. If she doesn’t want me…” I trailed off and Bash’s arms tightened around me. “If she really did sell me off, that’s gonna suck and I’m going to need you.” I never would have been able to admit that before Bash. It wasn’t weak to ask for support. It didn’t make me a failure to need someone to lean on occasionally.
He yawned and rubbed his cheek against one of my pecs. “I’ll be there to pick up the pieces if she breaks your heart.” It was sweet, but a second later, his tongue darted out and licked my nipple, making my entire body light up from the inside out. The hand stroking up and down along his spine dropped lower so I could grab a handful of his perky ass. He wiggled against me, and I’d like to say it was in arousal, but I was pretty sure it was discomfort. A few hours earlier, we’d had the gym to ourselves and I’d taken full advantage. All those mirrors, I couldn’t resist bending him over one of the bench press setups and taking him while our reflection bounced back at us all around the room.
It was risky since anyone could walk in at any minute, so I’d been rough and relentless handling him, and I was sure he was still feeling the furious fucking in all his tender and soft places. I shifted my hips, twisting until Bash was lying between them, his rapidly rising erection pressed against mine as he rested in the cradle of my legs.
He promised to always be there, and I promised to trust him. It was well past time I proved I had faith we could each hold up our end of the bargain. I put a hand on the back of his shaved head. He was stunning when he was all dark and brooding, but I missed his messy blond strands. I pulled his face up until I could touch the tip of his nose with my lips. I saw a smile tug at his mouth and watched as his eyebrows lifted in a silent question.
He hadn’t asked me for money.
He hadn’t tried to use my influence or my name.
He didn’t care who my family was, or that they were part of the school he worked so hard to get into.
The only thing he’d ever asked for was me. The only thing he wanted was for me to let him in.
I lowered my lashes and looked down at him almost shyly. I had a lot of life experience. I was a confident guy in most areas. But letting someone else take control of my body, of my pleasure and their own, I had no clue how to do that.
And that was what I told Bash. “I don’t know how to do this.” If it was anyone else, I would have been waiting for mocking and ridicule. Since it was him, I knew what I was going to get was nothing but consideration and patience.
His lips brushed along the edge of my jaw, and his fingers found one of my nipples to torture. Heat worked its way throughout my body, making my limbs feel heavy. I writhed underneath the weight of his body, loving the way the rings pierced through his nipples felt as they scraped across my skin. The sensation immediately had me thinking of how his other piercing was going to feel like once I had him inside of me.
“Don’t worry, pretty boy, something tells me you’re a natural. Just relax and trust that I’ll always take care of you. I will make your first time so worth the wait.” He pressed soft kisses that felt like butterfly wings against the side of my neck and slowly ground his hips against mine. His cock was already impossibly hard where it knocked against mine. As many boys as I had been with, as much uncomplicated sex as I’d had, I was still technically a virgin in this way.
“I had no idea I was waiting for you, Bash. But I’m glad I did.” I meant every word of it. I needed someone so different from me to make me see what I was missing.
Tattooed hands skated over my skin, and dark eyes melted like chocolate as he watched me closer than anyone else ever had. “I’m glad you did too, Edge.” His voice was quiet, but I could feel the weight of every emotion he was feeling wrapped around those words.
His head lowered and his mouth took mine. He still kissed a little rough, and a lot wild. I hoped all my favorite parts of him stayed unrefined and unpolished. His tongue dueled with mine, teeth nipping at my lower lip. He tasted me, savored every inch of my mouth as he propped himself up on one hand so he could work the other between our bodies. I was prepared for the touch of his hand on my dick. I wasn’t prepared for him to wrap his palm around both of us and start a devilish glide up and down. My hips instantly kicked upward, seeking friction and more contact.
Bash smiled against my mouth and tilted his head so he could drag the tip of his nose across my cheekbone. “I love you, Edge.” His breath was damp against the side of my face, and when his tongue darted out to lick along the sensitive shell of my ear, I almost levitated off the mattress.
His hand tightened around all the hard flesh in it, and he rotated his hips in a way that made my eyes roll back in my skull. I rutted against him like an animal, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back hard enough to leave marks.
His mouth left my ear and traveled down the side of my neck. He had to change his hold on my junk when he dropped lower to pull my already aching and tight nipple between his teeth. His fingers drifted between my parted legs and lightly fondled my tightly drawn up sac. He rolled the weight around in the palm of his hand, one sneaky finger slipping lower to trace the delicate line of my taint. His caress had my entire body locking, and my teeth clamping down on my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. It was one thing to let him play with me when I knew there was no chance of penetration by anything other than those clever digits. It was another to know he was prepping me, working my body to soften and open so he could fuck me.
Bash whispered soothing words against my chest, petting me and playing with my nipples until I was too distracted to remember why I tensed up. He reached past my shoulder to grope for the supplies I kept in the bedside table. We’d tossed around the idea of going bareback; right now, it felt too grown up and too serious for either of us to commit to. I was glad the decision had been tabled for now.
The condom and lube dropped on the mattress, and Bash ran a hand down my arm. He rolled so he was no longer on top of me. He propped himself next to me and held his head on his hand as his free hand glided over my chest and down across my abs. He circled my bellybutton and traced the fine hairs of my happy trail.
“This will be easiest if you roll on your side and face away from me.” He tapped my thigh. “You have to lift this leg up, and then you just need to breathe and relax. I’ve got you.”
He did. He totally had me. I exhaled and maneuvered myself into the position he wanted. I felt his lips land on the back of my neck, and then his teeth dragged over the curve of my shoulder. His fingers ghosted all over my back, never dropping below my waist, not rushing me at all.
“Touch yourself, Edge.” He nudged my arm until I lifted a hand and wrapped it around my still hard cock. I went slow, anticipation heightening all my senses and keeping me taut and tense, despite all of Bash’s urging to relax and stay calm.
“You’re gonna make me work for it aren’t you, pretty boy?” He sounded slightly amused, thankfully. I was pretty sure I would have given up already if I was in his position.
“Sorry.” I was, I really was. I wanted to do this with him, but I was having a hard time getting out of my head. I hated not knowing what to expect. And I was sort of pissed at myself for never taking this kind of time and care with any of the guys I’d been with before him. I’d always thought I was a pretty good fuck. I had nothing on the beautiful boy behind me, making sure every inch of me was ready for this, not just my ass.
“Nothing to apologize for. This is a big deal for you, it should be a little bit scary.” His lips went back to making love to the sensitive skin behind my ear, and his hand continued to smooth over all of my skin, except the place where I thought he was going to go for.
I let his words soothe me and his touch calm my fears. I leaned into his touch and my hand started moving faster and with more purpose over my stiff cock. Pre-cum made my fist wet and slick, slippery sounds filling the room as I jacked myself off while Bash continued to whisper quiet gentle words to me like I was a wild animal he was trying to calm.
I felt my orgasm start to uncoil along the length of my spine. Sweet, sharp pleasure punched into my gut making me throw my head back, pressing myself into the hard body behind me like I wanted to disappear inside of him.
“Close?” Bash sounded slightly breathless. It was such a turn-on that he could get worked up watching me get off. My pleasure made him happy.
“So close.” I panted the words out and rubbed my ass against the hard-on he had carefully angled away from my ass, when I started to freak out. Now all I wanted was to feel him pressed against me, in me. I wanted him to fill up all those lonely hollow places I had deep inside of me.
Suddenly, his heat was gone from behind me and I almost screamed at him to come back. I could come without his hands on me, but I didn’t want to. Only there was no need to worry because a second later, his hands were finally on my ass and I could feel him splitting me open and pushing me slightly forward so he could get his mouth on my fluttering hole. The first swipe of his tongue against that hypersensitive skin pushed me into an orgasm that made me see stars. I panted and writhed as he sucked and licked, working me open millimeter by millimeter until we both felt my body go soft and pliant under his ministrations.
By the time he added the first seriously lubed finger to his sensual torture, I was rocking my hips hungrily back into his face and my dick was half hard again. He told me to play with my balls and ordered me to tweak my nipples. I was so lost in the sensual haze, I blindly obeyed and barely noticed when he added a second finger inside of me. I moaned his name when he deliberately tagged my prostate over and over again, and when he went for finger number three, my cock was fully hard again and I was immersed in how full I felt. I was riding his fingers like I couldn’t get enough, and when he demanded I turn my head so I could return his kiss, it took every ounce of willpower I had to gasp out, “I’m ready.”
He hummed in agreement and lifted one of my hands, putting it back on my swollen dick. “Okay, Edge. Breathe out and when I tell you, push back against me. We’re gonna go so slow, it’s going to feel like we’re gonna die.”
I gave a jerky nod and wiggled into the original position he had me in. I would have preferred being able to look him in the eye as we did this, but if for some reason I couldn’t go through with it, I would be spared seeing the disappointment on his face this way.
I heard the condom wrapper tear and I tried to fight down a cringe when the cool trickle of lube hit my ass crack. He must have been too eager to take the second it took to warm the slick liquid up between his hands before slathering it all over me. I must not have done a good job hiding my apprehension, though, because Bash was back at my ear murmuring all kinds of sweet, filthy things to me until I relaxed against him once more. His fingers prodded at my hole again, stroking, seducing, luring my body into begging him to fill the place inside of me that was only for him.
At the first push of his tip against my entrance, I was ready to roll over and tell him to forget about it. It burned. It hurt far worse than I’d anticipated, even though Bash moved as slowly as he promised he would. My erection deflated and my eyes watered. I forgot to breathe, and it wasn’t until his arms wrapped around my chest and he pulled me backward into his embrace that I remembered where I was and who I was with. I could do this. I wanted to do this, and by the time I talked myself off the edge of the cliff, the ache had subsided and my body was getting used to the invasion.
I put my hands over his and dropped my chin. “You can move. I’m okay.”
I felt his entire body quiver, and I realized the restraint this boy had to have in order to hold completely still while I dealt with my shit. Warm lips touched the back of my neck, and inch by painstaking inch, Bash worked his cock into my ass. It felt like it took forever for him to be seated all the way, and when I felt his pelvis press tightly against my ass, I was ready for him to really move. The stretch of my body around his girth was a sexy sensation, and I could already tell how amazing it was going to feel to have his piercing bumping against that hot spot inside me. I already liked the way it dragged across the sensitive tissue, making my channel clench in anticipation.
I put my hand on my cock, stroking, playing as it twitched back to life. I clenched my muscles and pushed my hips back. “Seriously, I’m good, Bash. Fuck me. I want to feel you come inside me. I want to be yours the way you’re mine.”
That got him to let go of the iron grip he had on his control. With a low moan, he let his forehead drop so it was touching the back of my shoulder and he started to move. His hips slung back and forth in a frantic rhythm that murdered my prostate. The slap of skin on skin made my head spin. The way I could feel his cock throb inside me had me gasping his name and working my cock so hard it hurt.
“You feel so fucking good, Edge. So tight and hot. All mine.” The words were garbled and didn’t make much sense, but the deep dicking he was giving me got his point across just fine. I felt the sharp edge of his teeth dig into my skin, and his breath as he panted against my shoulder. “I’m only gonna last two seconds. I knew you were perfect the first time I saw you.”
The hand that wasn’t propping him up suddenly dove past mine and went right for my balls.
I whined and threw my body back into his, catching the expression of pure bliss on his face as his body pulsed and broke apart inside mine. His orgasm sucked mine out of me, my body submitting to the pleasure languidly coursing through my blood. My release coated both our hands and my stomach in jets of warm fluid. I moaned when Bash dragged his fingers through the mess and lifted them to his grinning lips.
After we both caught our breath, Bash said breathlessly, “I take it you didn’t hate it.” His tongue slicked across his lower lip, and I had to pull him down so I could taste the way I melted into his mouth.
I sighed at the loss when he shifted his hips and let his softening cock fall out of me. I already missed the connection, the feel of him.
“I don’t think it’s possible to hate anything we do together.” I yawned, jaw popping, body wrung out and exhausted from one excellent orgasm on the heel of one another. “I love you, so I loved having you inside of me.”
He made a noise as he rolled to the side of the bed. I wanted to pull him back to me, but I knew he was getting up so he could clean up and take care of me since I was a limp noodle, incapable of moving a muscle.
His lips hit my temple and I could feel his smile on my skin. “I love you, too, pretty boy. And I love that you let me in. I’ll be right back.”
I hummed in agreement, eyes drifting shut as sleep tugged at the corners of my subconscious. All this time I thought I was hunting him, chasing down my prey, but in the end, I was the one who ended up getting caught. I was trapped inside those endlessly dark eyes and lost in his gentle kindness and unwavering acceptance. It didn’t even occur to me to struggle and try to free myself from the invisible bonds that tied me to Bash.
No, I was happy right where I was, taking everything he offered, and giving more than I thought I had to give. On the outside, we might not make much sense together, but on the inside, our hearts and our hurt matched perfectly.
We were a perfect fit.