Chapter Seven

Galen

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Sunlight was streaming through my window as I lay in bed. I hadn’t slept, not even for a second, after Blaze had left, and this time I couldn’t blame insomnia.

I’d fucked a guy.

I’d put my dick in a guy’s ass and it had been the best sex I’d ever had.

Everything about the encounter had been raw and passionate, and I’d loved every fucking second, except when I’d hurt him.

God, I still couldn’t believe I’d done that to him. I’d never tried anal before but I wasn’t an idiot. I knew the muscles were tighter and you had to use lube, but the moment I’d felt his cock rub against mine, had seen his hole fluttering and inviting me in, I’d lost my head and all I could think about was getting inside him as fast as humanly possible.

I was disgusted with myself, and shocked that he’d let me.

Blaze hadn’t stopped me. He’d let me hurt him so I could slake my need. I’d only noticed because the grunting sounds he’d made had sounded off. That had made me look down at him, and when I’d seen him bite his wrist I’d realized what I was doing.

I’d been ready to stop, to tell him I couldn’t do it if it was going to be like that. I didn’t mind rough sex but I wasn’t into hurting my partner, then he’d said the three words that had melted something inside me.

I need you.

All of the primal desire I’d felt had been replaced with the need to connect with him, to share the moment and not just get off. I’d realized just how rough and impersonal I’d been with him when he’d made the crack about pretending he was a woman, and that had snapped the last of my defenses and had shifted the encounter from fucking to making love.

God, what the fuck was going on with me?

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d made love with someone. When the act itself was second to the connection and emotions it created. I’d never been in love, never felt that desire to physically love someone before. Hell, I’d never even been in a relationship. Sex was about getting off and relieving tension, but with Blaze it had been so much more than that.

Watching him, being face to face was something else I didn’t usually do. And kissing him was way outside my wheelhouse, but every touch of his lips had made me crave more and it had physically hurt to pull away.

Then I’d fucked everything up when the reality of the situation had hit and I’d dismissed him like a cheap lay, even after he’d taken the time to clean me up.

I was an asshole of epic proportions, and it wasn’t until almost an hour later when I’d been tossing and turning, that I’d realized what he must be thinking.

Blaze had to see my detachment as a rejection, and that I was ashamed of what had happened between us because he was a guy.

The truth was I was terrified of what I’d felt, and the way he’d single handedly managed to break down and shatter every wall I’d ever put up without even trying.

I was still confused as fuck over the fact that my sexuality seemed to have shifted in the span of an hour, but I wasn’t freaking out about that, even though part of me felt I should.

Ever since I’d been old enough to have sexual feelings towards others I’d realized I was different. I thought women were beautiful and I enjoyed soft curves, but I’d never felt anything more than attraction for them. I’d never met a woman I craved or needed to have. I’d never felt a tug towards anyone that went beyond simple attraction, not until I’d seen Blaze’s beautiful eyes looking up at me the night I’d saved his life.

Maybe I wasn’t gay, but I certainly wasn’t straight. I didn’t know if I was bi or just curious, but I was into Blaze, and it had nothing to do with his gender.

* * * * *

I had no idea what the fuck I was doing as I stood in front of Blaze’s door, my hand up and ready to knock.

I’d spent the last three days trying to get him out of my head and put my defenses back up. I’d thrown myself into my work, had hit the gym harder than usual, and I’d taken the sleeping pills I loathed to try and get more than a few hours rest.

None of it had worked.

I’d woken up every morning with a raging hard-on as I replayed what Blaze and I had done in my bed. I’d jacked off every time I was in the shower to the memory of kissing him as I slid in and out of his body, and each one of those orgasms had been hard enough to make me see stars.

I thought about him during the day, fantasized about him at night as I jerked off in my bed, and I was pretty sure my dick would have permanent zipper indents on it from walking around with an erection for most of the day.

There was no way in hell I could forget about him, but I had no idea if he’d even want to see me.

His phone number had been in the police report, but I hadn’t been able to pick up the phone and call him because I’d been afraid he’d hang up. I needed to see him in person, even though I fully expected him to tell me to fuck off before slamming the door in my face.

My need to see him won out over my desire to keep my dignity intact and I knocked.

My breath caught as the door swung open, and I couldn’t help staring at him hungrily as a wave of desire washed over me.

He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama pants slung low on his hips and nothing else. I could see the slight bulge of his cock, and every single muscle in his chest and arms.

I’d been so filled with need that night in my apartment that I hadn’t really taken the time to examine his body. His shoulders were broad and his arms were well defined. His chest was strong and he had a smattering of light chest hair that tapered down into an incredibly enticing treasure trail. I’d started waxing my chest hair in college because I hadn’t liked the look of it on me, but on Blaze it was so fucking sexy I had to stop myself from reaching out and running my fingers over it.

He had several intricate tattoos covering his chest and sides that fit with his tribal sleeve, and then there were those nipple rings I’d dreamed of teasing.

His waist was narrow and his stomach was tight and flat, and then there was that ass. That perfect bubble butt that felt so amazing in my hands, against my skin.

“What do you want, Galen?” Blaze asked when the silence between us stretched out. I’d been too busy staring at him to say anything.

“Can we talk?”

He didn’t say anything, he just stepped back and walked into the apartment. I followed him, and when I closed the door I found him sitting on the futon.

“How did you know I was here?”

“I called your work. They said it was your day off.” I sat next to him but kept a bit of space between us.

“What do you want to say to me?”

I hated the dejection in his voice. I missed the sassy and snappy Blaze from before, and it killed me that I was the reason he was so down.

“I wanted to apologize—”

“Don’t bother. I get it. You got caught up in the moment and when the adrenaline wore off you realized what you’d done—”

“Please, let me finish,” I interrupted and Blaze nodded, his eyes falling to a spot on the futon between us.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted afterward, and I’m so sorry I let you believe you were the reason I freaked out.”

“What?” He looked up at me sharply.

“One thing you need to know about me is that I’m a selfish prick. I’ve never been in a relationship, never felt anything more than mild lust for someone. I have sex to fulfill a physical need, but I don’t usually care about the person I’m with beyond getting us both off.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know, exactly.” I sighed and tried to think of the best way to tell him about my family.

“Galen?”

“My parents were matched by their parents. My dad is a doctor and my mom is the perfect housewife. I grew up with them being the perfect couple on paper, but they barely interacted if they weren’t in public. They had separate bedrooms, took separate vacations, and I don’t remember them ever kissing or even hugging. When my mom’s father died my dad patted her on the arm and told her he was going out for dinner so she could start making the arrangements.”

“Shit...”

“I have two sisters who fell into the role my mom did. They married doctors and popped out perfect kids, but they don’t have a connection with their husbands. At least they seem to be interested in raising their kids, we were raised by nannies.”

“That makes sense then. You never saw love or affection so you didn’t seek it out.”

“Pretty much. I also have a brother and he’s the perfect son. He’s exactly like our dad, even looks like him whereas I take after our mother. Blood makes me feel faint so being the next ‘Dr. Wells’ was out of the question, hence law school.”

“Something tells me that wasn’t your choice,” he said knowingly.

“No, it was chosen for me. I did everything I was supposed to do, but I’m still an outsider. My sisters don’t include me in family things because I’m single and apparently that’s a bad influence for their kids, but they invite my bachelor brother. Devon doesn’t talk to me because he looks down on me, and my dad never stops telling me how much of a failure I am.”

“What about your mom?”

“Half the time I don’t think she remembers she has a fourth kid. I don’t fit the mould so I get excluded from a lot of things.”

“I’m sorry, Galen.”

“It sucked, but it’s nothing compared to what you went through—”

“My parents abandoned me and kicked me out of the family. You’re parents are doing the same thing while forcing you to watch.”

“What do you mean?” His words hit a little too close to home and I felt my mouth go dry.

“They don’t accept you for being different, but instead of cutting ties and letting you go, they’re forcing you to accept their disapproval. That’s affecting your life on pretty much every level. You may still be a Wells, but you’re not really a part of them.”

“You’re right. And I’m too weak to walk away.”

Blaze took my hand and held it, linking our fingers as he gave me a soft smile. “You’re not weak, Galen. You’re incredibly strong. You ran towards three men who were about to kill me. You were outnumbered and a lot of people would have looked the other way rather than risk their own safety for a stranger, but you saved me. You’re successful and confident and you’ve made a life for yourself, even with all the crap you’ve had to deal with. You helped me, some random guy, because it was the right thing to do. Not a lot of people do the right thing anymore.”

Blaze’s words touched something deep inside me and I had to swallow before I could say what I’d come to tell him.

“What we shared, it was amazing. I’ve never felt that kind of desire before, and I honestly don’t care that you’re a man. It wasn’t about fucking a guy, it was about being with you.”

“Are you sure?” He looked at me carefully. “I don’t mess around with guys who are questioning. It’s always full of drama and I’m the one who gets hurt—”

I cut him off by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him toward me for a kiss. I expected him to move forward, maybe touch me, but Blaze had other ideas.

Even as his lips slanted over mine, battling for control of the kiss, he shifted his body so he was straddling me. That extra height gave him the leverage he needed to hold my head still so he could claim my mouth.

His tongue slipped between my lips, tasting and teasing every crevice as his hips ground against mine. I could feel his cock, hard and hot, through his pants as he stroked it against my body.

I never gave up control when it came to sex. I was always the dominant one, but Blaze’s lips and body were forcing me into submission, and I fucking loved it.

He let go of my face so he could pull off my tie. I reached up to help him, but he batted my hands away and I rested my palms against the globes of his ass so I could feel his muscles as he thrust against me.

He made quick work of my tie and dropped it on the futon next to us. My jacket was the next thing to be stripped off, then his nimble fingers made quick work of my shirt. I had to lean forward so he could strip it off, and when he finally pulled his lips from mine I was gasping for breath and wound so tight I was sure I’d come if he didn’t stop humping me.

I opened my eyes to look up at him, but he’d picked up my tie and before I could react he placed it over my eyes, forcing me to close them as he used the material to tilt my head back.

“Fuck, Blaze!”

His lips were on my neck, feasting on the sensitive skin as he kept the tie in place. I’d never been blindfolded before and the thought of not being able to see what was going on would usually turn me off and make me rip his hands away, but fuck me if I didn’t want him to keep owning me.

I felt him slip off my lap and kneel between my legs. He was tall enough to keep the tie in place as he kissed down my chest, and when his tongue laved over my nipple I cried out.

“Fuck, yes!”

He licked and suckled me, tossing in a few teasing bites, and had me squirming in seconds. I breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled away, but then his mouth closed over my other nipple and I was lost.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last,” I panted, my hands gripping my pant legs as my body shook beneath him.

Blaze pulled the tie off my eyes and I immediately looked down at him. His eyes were hooded and dark with lust, and the grin on his full lips sent another shockwave of pleasure through me.

“Hands.”

I didn’t even pause at his order. I put my hands out in front of me, my wrists together, and watched as he used the tie to bind them together.

“Keep them behind your head. You move and I’ll stop.” His voice was low and raspy, and I instantly raised my hands and dropped them behind my head.

Blaze lowered his mouth, and I watched in rapt fascination as he pressed his lips against my erection, right through my pants.

“Fuck,” I hissed when his tongue darted out and he dragged it up my length before pressing it against my tip.

Blaze grinned up at me, but instead of pulling me free he continued to lick up and down my shaft over my pants, and I had to stop myself from begging him to suck me.

Just when I thought I was going to burst, Blaze reached up and ripped my pants open. Before I could even shout in appreciation, my cock was out and he was swallowing me all the way to the base.

“Fuck!” I thrust my hips forward, desperate for more.

“Don’t move.” Blaze popped off me, a trail of saliva connecting his lip to my cock, and I groaned. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and my arousal ratcheted up to a level I’d never felt before.

“I’m too close. I can’t—”

“I’ve got you. Just let me suck you and don’t move.”

I nodded, biting my lip as I forced my body to stay still.

Pre-cum bubbled up from my slit, and I groaned as Blaze used the flat part of his tongue to lap it up, then he waited for more before feasting on it.

I was going crazy. Every instinct was telling me to move, to force him to give me the release I so desperately craved, but I did as he bid and stayed perfectly still.

After a moment he sucked me back down to the base again, then swallowed around me as his tongue rubbed the underside of my shaft.

“Oh shit, fuck!”

I couldn’t stop my orgasm from exploding out of me and I coated the back of his throat with spurts of cum. Aftershocks quaked through my body as Blaze kept his mouth sealed around me and swallowed every drop, or so I thought.

When he popped off my cock and leaned up to kiss me, I could taste a salty, slightly bitter flavor on his tongue, and I moaned when I realized I was tasting myself.

“Give me your hands.”

My shoulders were aching from the effort I’d put into not moving them, and I dropped my hands into my lap. Blaze pulled the tie away and gently rubbed my reddened skin.

“What about you?” I asked, my voice hoarse and raspy.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He grinned as he bent his head to kiss my wrist. “Just taking an intermission.”

“Do you want me to...?”

I wanted to offer to suck him off, but I was a bit unsure. It’s not that I didn’t want his cock in my mouth because I absolutely did, it was that I was worried I’d disappoint him after his epic blow job.

“I’m good. When I come, I want you inside me.”

My body tightened at his words and I felt my dick twitch.

“Do you...do both?”

“Top and bottom?” he asked, sliding his body up so he was straddling me again.

I nodded, my eyes lingering on his lips as he licked them invitingly.

He noticed my gaze and bent to kiss me, catching my bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before letting me go.

“Yes. I do both. I prefer to top, though.”

“Really?” I put my hands on his hips, relishing the feel of his soft skin and hard muscles against my skin.

“Yeah. After I stopped selling myself, I didn’t want to bottom anymore because it reminded me of what I’d had to do. Now I usually only bottom when I want to be distracted, or if I need to get fucked so I can deal with something.”

“What do you mean?”

“Not to kill the mood, but I had a problem with drugs and alcohol. I’ve been sober for two years, but I still use sex to ease the cravings when I feel the need to go back.”

“What drug?”

“Heroin.”

“You’re safe when you do that? With sex?”

“Always.”

“People deal with things in different ways.” I shrugged. “I do the same thing, only I hire escorts.”

“Really?” His hand rubbed through my hair and I almost sighed in contentment.

“It was a way to keep it impersonal and satisfy the urges without having to worry about emotional shit. It’s been awhile since I used one, but it was always when I was struggling or needed a distraction from life.”

“I guess we’re not that different after all.”

“I guess not.” I leaned up so I could kiss him, but instead of sweeping his tongue into my waiting mouth, Blaze pressed our foreheads together and pulled in a deep breath.

“Do you mind bottoming for me?” I asked after he ghosted several sweet kisses over my lips.

“No, and I didn’t do it to forget or to deal. I wanted to feel you, to have you fill me.”

“Even after your arrest—”

“I wanted you that first night, and it had nothing to do with the bashing. I fantasized about you for weeks, but even in my fantasies I wanted both. I wanted to fuck you and be fucked by you.”

An image of Blaze behind me, holding my hair as he slammed into me over and over again flashed in my mind, and my dick went from half interested to standing at attention in a matter of seconds.

Blaze grinned when he felt my erection and shifted so it was in front of him, pressing up against his through his pajama pants. Even as we’d been talking, he’d stayed hard.

“You like the sound of that, Galen? Getting fucked? Feeling my dick in that tight, virgin ass of yours?”

“Fuck yeah.” I nodded, staring up at him as he gently tugged on my hair, almost as though he’d read my mind and seen my fantasy. “God, Blaze,” I moaned as he licked the shell of my ear and tugged on my hair again.

“Next time. Right now I want to ride your dick until you’re begging me to let you come.”

“Shit...”

As Blaze moved to get off me I put my hand on his thigh. “Left front pocket.”

He reached into my pocket and pulled out the lube packet and condom I’d slipped in there in case he forgave me.

He put both beside me and stood, quickly stripping off his pajama pants, and before I could move he knelt and grabbed my hips. He yanked me down on the futon and pulled my dress pants and boxer briefs down to my ankles, effectively trapping my legs with my clothes, and climbed back on my lap.

“Put the condom on while I get myself ready.”

“Can I?”

I wanted to feel him, to give him at least a fraction of the pleasure he’d given me.

Blaze nodded and I grabbed the condom and handed it to him as I ripped open the lube pack. I slicked up my fingers as he rolled the protection on my cock, and then he shifted his body up a bit.

I slid my hand under him, my slippery fingers seeking out his hole as I moved them up his crease. When I found the patch of wrinkled skin I paused before gently circling it with the pad of my finger.

“Fuck,” Blaze moaned and dropped his head on my shoulder, bending around me.

I didn’t want to hurt him or go too fast, so I kept my pace slow and gentle, just circling and massaging him. After a moment he pressed back against my fingers, encouraging me to push in.

I pushed a single finger into him, my body clenching as I sank in up to the first knuckle. He was so tight, but I felt him bear down, and suddenly my finger slid almost all the way inside him.

“Yes, Galen!” he gasped, his lips pressing against my neck as I gently fucked him with my finger. “Another one, I’m ready.”

I slipped a second one in, pushing until his muscles relaxed around me, and then I felt something spongy as I stroked inside him.

“Fuck!” he shouted, his hands grabbing my shoulders. I must have found his prostate.

I made sure to run my fingers over that sweet spot as I finger-fucked him, and in no time at all Blaze was pulling away from me so he could impale himself on my fingers.

“Shit, too much!” He grabbed my hand as I gripped his cock and gave him a few hard tugs. “I need you, now.”

His eyes were flashing with lust and I nodded, pulling my fingers out of his body so I could grip his hips.

Blaze wasted no time. As soon as my fingers were free he was gripping my cock and moving over it. I could feel my tip pressing against him, and a moment later I was sliding inside his perfect heat.

“Oh, god.” I shook my head, gripping Blaze’s hips as he sank all the way down on me so he was sitting flush with my base. I expected him to start moving up and down my shaft, but he did something unexpected, and incredible.

He grabbed my hands, linking our fingers as he brought them up and pinned them against the top of the futon. His grip was strong as he held me, and I had absolutely no desire to try and break free. When he seemed satisfied I was submitting to him, he began rocking his hips, adding a little swivel here and there, and it felt amazing. He was crying out over me, his eyes squeezed shut as he gripped my hands.

“Look at me, Blaze.”

He opened his eyes, biting his lip as I held his gaze.

He was perfection personified, and I felt my balls tighten as I surged dangerously close to my orgasm.

“I’m getting close, baby,” I warned, and he nodded.

“Fuck me, Galen. Make me come.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I gripped his hands and shifted a little lower on the futon as I planted my feet on the floor so I could thrust up into him as he dropped down to meet my bone-jarring thrusts.

“Yes!” he cried out, leaning against me so our torsos slid against each other. I could feel his cock moving up and down my stomach as it was trapped between our bodies and was about to rip my hand free so I could reach down and help him finish when he shouted my name.

His release coated my stomach as his ass clamped down on my cock, and that was enough to send me flying over the edge.

I cried out, I’m pretty sure I shouted his name, but I was so far gone with pleasure I couldn’t be sure. Blaze stilled above me, even as my body pumped into him so I could milk every second out of our shared orgasm that I could. When I was finally done I collapsed back against the futon as he lay against me. As soon as he let go of my hands I made sure to wrap my arms around him so I could hold him close.

That had been amazing, even better than the first time. I’d assumed Blaze would be submissive to me like everyone else, but I loved how he’d surprised me and shown me he could take the power and use it against me. I’d never thought I would enjoy being dominated, but I’d loved every second of Blaze’s ministrations, and my body was already getting hungry for more.