ELEVEN
“You know you can try that with Miranda,” Micah said in all seriousness. He was curled up with Kit, watching the same blond guy from the first movie go down on a blonde chick with huge boobs and a tiny waist. Kit looked at him as if he’d lobbed a stink bomb into the room.
“Of course, you’d have to marry her first.” Micah smiled and popped a chip into his mouth.
Kit might not be gay, but he sure as hell wasn’t straight. And judging by the breathy little sounds and the delicate shivers Micah had dragged from him not long ago, he was pretty sure Kit was incredibly far from straight.
The inability to achieve an erection, yeah, that was a problem, but Micah was damned sure it wasn’t because he was asexual. He was interested. His dick just didn’t know how to join the party. And Micah was not going to take advantage of that no matter how fucking aroused he’d been all night long.
Kit had a gorgeous body. Long and lean with the muscle definition of a non-sedentary man. Micah stroked his hip, his fingers lingering over a thin line of scar tissue. He’d found many such marks as they lay curled up together. Kit hadn’t made a move to put his clothes back on. And had gone so far as to help Micah strip down to his…well, he was naked watching a confused man he wanted to have sex with watch straight porn and he was hard as fuck and frustrated as hell.
“Not the marrying kind then?” And he was finding great amusement in this latest escapade. As long as Rochfort didn’t walk in on them, and no one started shooting through the stone walls then they were fine. Kit shook his head and went back to watching the girl bounce on the guy’s dick. Maybe that kid was gay too. Maybe it was straight for pay on this set. He’d certainly been more involved with the dude.
After another few moments of watching, Kit sat up and turned off the computer. There was only one light on and it was across the room. He shivered and Micah ran his hand down the slender back. “You okay?”
Kit nodded, but he didn’t lean back. Micah noticed that the temperature had definitely dropped over the past couple of hours. “Want to go to bed?”
Kit shook his head. His white hair brushing the tips of Micah’s fingers. He wanted to sit up and wrap himself around the man and kiss the back of his neck until he trembled with something other than cold. “Hungry? Thirsty? What can I do for you?” He really wanted to please him. And Micah found that surprising.
Kit turned to face him. His eyes were huge and bluer than Micah had ever seen them before. He straddled Micah’s legs and Micah rolled beneath him until he was lying back in the chair. “Kit, you don’t have anything to prove. You’re not…” Kit leaned over him, his face shrouded in shadow. He touched Micah, his fingers were soft and so gentle Micah shivered and he knew for damned sure he wasn’t cold. He wanted this man. He wanted to make love with him. He wanted to wake up with him. He wanted to know everything about him. But right now he just wanted. Even straight porn hadn’t dampened that want.
“Kit…Chris, you don’t have to do this.”
Chris smiled and licked Micah’s lips. He opened his mouth, and Chris slipped his tongue inside. And that’s all Micah needed. He wrapped his arms around Chris and pulled him down until their bodies were flush together. Chris kissed him, his mouth hot and demanding as he ran his fingers through Micah’s hair. He arched his hips into Micah, seeking relief or comfort or, hell, for all Micah knew he was acting on instinct.
Micah caressed his back, running his fingers slowly down the long smooth velvet covered surface until he found Chris’s ass. He gripped him there, squeezing him with each hand just to hear the breathy sound that passed for a moan. He sweated. Chris sweated, color flushed his skin, as he rocked his hips into Micah grinding Micah’s dick between them until he was so sensitive he couldn’t think straight.
“Chris,” he whispered, breaking the kiss, but Chris pulled him back. He was lost. Micah could tell that much. Lost in feeling and need but Micah needed him to know. “You’re going to make me come. What you’re doing, it feels so good. I’m going to come if we…” Chris’s mouth was on his again, he arched into Micah harder, as if he too were on the verge of release. Micah rocked with him, driving his dick in the slick of their sweat, across Chris’s flat belly. He pushed off of the floor as Chris writhed on him, meeting him, letting Chris take him over some insane point that had Micah crying out his release as Chris sucked his tongue down his throat…The man in his arms trembled in response his voiceless cries of pleasure turned to panic as his body went stiff.
“You came?” Micah never felt anything between them other than his own dick and his own orgasm. Kit lay sweaty and panting on Micah’s chest. He seemed dazed and more than a little confused. “Did you come?”
Micah brushed his hair back from his face and held his gamine face in his hands as sense returned to Kit’s eyes followed closely by what looked like tears. “Don’t cry. Okay. It was good.”
Kit shook his head and bit his lip drawing blood, “I didn’t.” He signed the two words, looking even more confused. “Did I?”
“Do you feel like you did?” Micah wanted to kiss the look of panic form his face. He wanted to take him to bed and hold him while they slept. Maybe kiss him until he lost control again. Maybe take him into his mouth and—
Before he could finish the thought, Kit was off him and striding across the room, nude. Gloriously nude. He disappeared and a moment later Micah heard a door slam. “Okay, so much for cuddling.”
* * * * *
Did he? Kit stood in his shower washing his hair for the third time. He washed Beastly’s semen off his belly. And the sweat. He never sweated like that. Not even when he worked out. What the hell happened? One minute they were watching girl parts…he didn’t have a problem with girl parts. Girl parts were nice. The girl’s boobs were too big for her body and too fake looking but she was pretty. He liked watching the pretty blond boy slide his fat dick into her hairless pussy. He liked watching the same blond boy slide his dick into the dark haired boy as well. He liked that neither of the boys were hairless.
Maybe he was bi-sexual. Maybe when Beastly started talking about experimenting with the maid Miranda who was a bit on the vapid and incredibly vain side…something had clicked off in his brain. He remembered. He didn’t remember. He’d wanted to do everything to Beastly that the blond boy had done to both of his partners. He remembered that much. He remembered kissing Beastly and Beastly moaning his pleasure. Next thing he knew his bones were trying to shake out of his body. Beastly was spurting against him and…he hadn’t ejaculated…but his body…was that an orgasm? Did guys have orgasms like girls?
He poured shampoo in his hands and started to wash his hair again but his water ran cold. At least it hadn’t run cold while he was still lathered up. Kit rinsed his hands and turned off the water. He dried and stood shivering in the bathroom when he heard the door open in his bedroom.
Micah stood outside. Beastly. Kit wondered when he started thinking of the man by his real name. He didn’t want to think of him as anything real.
“I came to check on you. You were in the shower a long time. Thought you might have drowned or something.”
Kit didn’t say anything. Well, he couldn’t say anything. His voice was out in the game room and he wasn’t about to let go of the towel to sign go to hell. And he was freezing and didn’t really want Beastly to go to hell. He wasn’t sure if he wanted him to stay either.
“I’ll leave you alone. Good night, Kit.” Beastly nodded, and started to close the door. Kit hurried over and caught his hand before he could leave. They stood there like that, looking at each other. Saying nothing. Kit didn’t really want to be alone. He didn’t want to be cold and in the dark…and maybe he’d sleep if… he signed the one word. “Stay.”
Beastly came inside and closed the door behind him. He seemed unsure of himself. Kit had never seen him that way before. The cold look he’d had in his eyes from the first time Kit had seen him wasn’t there. Right now he looked almost as lost and confused as Kit felt.
Kit turned off the lights and turned on the TV. Micah climbed into bed on the side he’d occupied the day he’d passed out. Kit dropped his towel and was under the covers letting the big warm body curl up behind him. The movie wasn’t familiar but Micah’s scent was. And that’s all he really needed. Something warm and familiar. Like Micah in his bed with his arms around him keeping Kit safe. “Guess we get to cuddle after all,” Micah said, as he tucked his face into the space between Kit’s neck and shoulder. He breathed in and sighed out. “You smell so good.”
Kit ran his hand down Micah’s nude flank as he tucked his body in tight to Beastly’s. Warm. So fucking warm. Micah kissed his shoulder and Kit turned to offer his lips to the sleepy eyed man. The kiss was soft, not demanding, with a taste of a toothpaste flavored tongue. “Good night, Chris.”
Kit stroked his hip and nodded, hoping Micah understood that he wished him the same.
He didn’t dream. He never dreamed. Not that he remembered anyway. Beastly dreamed. Kit could tell when he was dreaming. He’d never slept with anyone before so didn’t know if that was normal. But he could tell that right now, Micah was dreaming by the noises he made in his sleep and because he clenched and unclenched his hands. He wasn’t having a nightmare. Kit could tell that much too. Only a dream.
Like the dog he’d had as a child. It would sometimes wag its tail when it slept.
Kit sat up in bed. He remembered a dog.
He never remembered a dog before. He didn’t remember much at all about his childhood. He remembered his parents from photos and from stories Gibbs and Rochfort told him. But he didn’t have a single memory of his mother or father. He remembered his grandfather. But only from the two years after his accident. Why did he remember a dog?
Micah sat up behind him. He was as alarmed as Kit. He searched for the TV remote and turned off the screen. The total silence in the room was punctuated by the blare of one of Kit’s computers in the outer room. The one the house alarm was linked too.
Kit was out of bed and wrapping his sleeping robe around his body before Beastly could find the sweatpants he’d dropped on the floor before climbing into bed. He tripped trying to run and dress at the same time. Kit was out of the room and standing in front of his wall of computers when Beastly caught up to him.
“What’s going on?” He tugged on the T-shirt he’d left in the game room while Kit keyed up the security cameras.
“Someone is in the house.” He typed into the next computer over, the one that he used to project the talking head up on the screen “Sam’s room.”
“Could it be Sam? Could he have set off the alarm?” Micah finished pulling his shirt down while Kit shook his head.
“It’s his panic button. Could be he’s hurt but…” He had the cameras searching the hallways in that sector and he caught a leg as it was climbing out a window. “But there was a person. Someone broke in.”
“And Sam isn’t running after him. Where is Sam’s room? How do I get there?” Micah was already headed for the main house when Kit flashed up a floor layout on the screen. He highlighted all of the rooms between them and Sam’s room. “Through the kitchen. Up the stairs. Second floor, turn right. He’s in the master suite at the end. Break it down if you have too.”
Micah nodded and took off at a run. Kit buzzed the outer door open and triggered the alarm at the gatehouse. Strange that the perimeter alarms weren’t set off.
He sent a message to the guard on duty. And then pulled up the security footage for the entire first and second floor and hit slow rewind until he found what he was looking for.
And what he saw made his blood run cold.