Jayden broke free with a gasp, and it was only then that he could tell where he ended and Lucas began. He felt Lucas' cock pressing against his hip, and his own was already hard.

Shit, all they'd done was kissed.

But Jayden wanted more. No, fuck that, he needed more.

Some asshole had tried to kill him, and Lucas totally saved his ass. He deserved gratitude, right?

Lucas gazed down at him with eyes which burned like coals.

Jayden groaned and reached for the keys hanging from the lock, then twisted and rubbed his ass up against Lucas' boner while he unlocked the front door. "You've gotta let me take care of that for you," he breathed.

Lucas growled in his ear and coiled one powerful arm around Jayden's waist. "You have got to let me take care of you," he countered, pulling Jayden aside as he pushed the door open.

"You think they've broken into my apartment?"

"I think we'll both look like idiots if you get shot the moment you open your door," Lucas countered. He released Jayden and stepped inside, then added, "Clear."

"Does that mean I run in now looking all cool and waving my gun around? 'Cause I haven't got one, so..."

Lucas rounded on him and pressed up against him, using Jayden's body to shut the door with and then pinning him there. "It means," he rumbled close to Jayden's lips, "that the room is clear of hostiles."

Jayden caught his breath and ran his hands down Lucas' sides to his belt. Then he figured Lucas would stop him if he wanted to, so he began to unbuckle the belt and draw it free from Lucas' pants.

"This is a bad idea," Lucas whispered as his lips brushed Jayden's ear.

Jayden folded the belt in half, then offered it to Lucas in the few inches that remained between their chests. "Maybe you should stop me, then," he said.

It took a few seconds for Lucas to notice, and when he did he withdrew enough to take the belt.

Jayden felt his cheeks burn as he pressed his own wrists together and offered them up like he was under arrest.

Would Lucas take him up on this? He wasn't about to complain if Lucas declined, but after the long, hard fuck they'd had in Oregon, Jayden was really hoping that Lucas liked things just a little bit kinky.

Lucas' tongue poked out briefly to wet his lips. "I wouldn't have thought rich kids were into that kind of thing." His voice was husky, strained.

"I'm just one rich kid," Jayden countered. "Hardly a scientific sample size. But I don't wanna be in charge all day, every day. It gets tiring."

Lucas gave a slight nod like he understood that, and then he gripped one of Jayden's wrists.

Jayden wasn't sure where this was going at first, but then Lucas spun him and slammed him up against the door, his arm twisted behind himself, and before he'd even finished his gasp Lucas grabbed his other wrist and brought them together behind his back.

He felt the leather coil around his wrists. Lucas wrapped it around him several times and then threaded the tongue through the buckle so that it would hold itself in place. When Lucas let go of him, Jayden wriggled slightly, but that belt was tight as any professional binding.

Lucas pressed his hips against Jayden's captive hands, and Jayden could feel the hard length in his pants. He strained to hold it as best he could as Lucas ground against his fingers.

"Negative?" Lucas' question came with very little context, and he thrust against Jayden's hands as he waited for an answer.

Jayden's brain stumbled as he tried to place it, but then like clouds parting, the meaning became clear. "Yeah," he confirmed. "You?"

"Yeah."

"You wanna suck my cock?"

Jayden whimpered with need. Trapped against the door, Lucas pressed into him, he was already desperate enough to agree to anything. But that?

"Hell yeah."

"Hell yeah, sir," Lucas prompted.

Jayden's body tingled from tip to toe.

"Yes, sir," he whispered.

Lucas backed off and gripped Jayden's arms to spin him on the spot. He pushed Jayden against the door so that his back was forced to arch to make space for his hands, and then he took Jayden by the shoulders and pushed down.

Jayden slid down the door until he was sitting on his heels, then his knees hit the floor.

Lucas didn't wait. He didn't even take his pants down. He unzipped his fly and teased his cock free, then pressed it straight against Jayden's lips.

Jayden parted for that glistening darkened head and slid it along his tongue. He sucked it deeper into his mouth, tipping his head and arching his back so that he could prepare to take it all the way. He drew a deep breath and focused on suppressing his gag reflex, then closed his throat around Lucas' head and pressed his lips right up against his groin.

Lucas’ musk was almost overpowering. Heady, deep, it consumed him, and he gazed up at Lucas as he stayed there, cock as deep inside him as he could take.

Lucas still had his hands on Jayden's shoulders. His face was a mixture of lust and wonder. His mouth was open, and his breath heavy.

"Fuck," he growled. "You like that?"

Jayden swallowed around him as he nodded.

"You're a dirty little thing, aren't you?"

Jayden wriggled on the spot and gave another nod.

God, he loved this. Loved being pinned in place, loved having a cock so far down his throat that he couldn't breathe. It made everything go away - who he was, who his father had been, none of it mattered when he belonged to someone else.

But this was more. This wasn't some temporary arrangement. He wanted to be Lucas' and nobody else's, not just now, but tomorrow. Next week. Next year.

God, being shot at had made him think the weirdest shit.

Lucas thrust a little. He couldn't go far, but he did manage to push another fraction of an inch down Jayden's throat, and Jayden would have let out the moan that built inside him if he'd been able to.

Lucas shifted a hand to Jayden's hair and gripped it, and only then did he begin to pull back.

The moan finally broke out, rushing from Jayden's lungs in desperation so that he could breathe again. Everything seemed so much more real now, more urgent, and he suckled on Lucas' cock as it withdrew.

Damn, but it was a big one. It pushed Jayden's limit back in Portland, and it did so now as Lucas began to fuck his face. Every time it rammed down his throat he thought it might undo him, make him unravel like so much string as his pants seemed to grow tighter and tighter around his own cock.

Fuck, he loved being used like this.

Lucas fucked him until his jaw ached and his head span, but then he was gone, and Jayden gasped for more, but instead Lucas hooked hands under his armpits and hauled him to his feet. Jayden rocked his jaw to get it to relax, and as he did, Lucas pushed him further into the suite with one hand on his shoulder and the other around one forearm.

They made it as far as a couch, which Lucas shoved him against the back of. He adjusted his grip to hold Jayden by the back of the neck and Jayden allowed his fingers to close around Lucas's spit-slicked cock while Lucas reached around him to unfasten Jayden's pants.

He handled Jayden roughly, unfastening and unzipping, and then squeezing his cock briefly as he shoved pants out of his way. As soon as cool air touched Jayden's ass, Lucas shoved forward and bent Jayden over the back of the couch until he was on his tiptoes, ass in the air, cock trapped down the back of the furniture.

Jayden's wrists rode up his back a little as gravity claimed him, and he turned his head to one side so that he wasn't being suffocated by a cushion. He was stuck here, incapable of pulling himself back upright, barely able to even touch the ground, and his pants slid slowly down his legs while the elastic of his boxers kept them from falling below his cheeks.

Lucas' hand landed against his exposed ass with a loud smak and a light sting, and Jayden groaned as heat began to seep through his skin.

"Oh, God." Everything was so sharp, he swore he could even feel his nipples press against the couch's cushions. "Oh God, Lucas!"

Lucas didn't respond. Not with words.

With another slap, this time against Jayden's other cheek.

Jayden's mouth hung open. He lost the ability to form words. Lucas' hands were big and powerful, and they delivered a series of slow, light smacks that alternated from one side to the other. The sting grew over time, layering over each previous blow, until Jayden's skin felt hot and his mind was utterly blank.

That's when Lucas drove inside him.

He howled as that thick, slick cock penetrated his helpless hole. It pushed, deeper and deeper, and every time Jayden thought he couldn't take more of it, more came. It stuffed him, filled him, made him gasp and beg and cry out, and he just needed more. More of everything.

More of Lucas.

Hot flesh pressed against his hot ass. Lucas' body curved down around his, trapping his arms uncomfortably. Lucas was so deep inside him that Jayden was utterly immobile, and Lucas slipped his hands down around Jayden's body, forcing them between chest and couch.

He pushed Jayden's shirt aside and ran his fingernails down skin until he found Jayden's nipples, and then he squeezed softly.

Stars exploded behind Jayden's eyeballs. His cock began to throb, desperate for release. He didn't know what he wanted now, couldn't possibly find words for it. Lucas was his world, and all Jayden wanted was for Lucas to pleasure himself using Jayden's body any way he desired to.

"I'm gonna cum inside you," Lucas growled. He began to thrust as he pinched Jayden's nipples, fucking his ass every bit as deeply as he had his mouth. "I'm gonna fuck you until it's dripping out of you, until it's on your taint, your balls, everywhere. You're gonna be so full there won't be room for it all."

"Oh! Oh! Oh, God! Lucas!" Jayden's cock rubbed against the couch so much that he'd made it wet with his own precum, and the inability to touch it, to control what it felt in any way, drove him insane. He was so close. So fucking close. "I'm gonna... Oh, shit, Lucas, I'm gonna..."

Lucas growled and pinched harder as he picked up the speed, hammering into Jayden like they had a time limit. "Do it," he snarled. "Come for me. Come with my cock in your tight little ass."

Jayden came so hard that it tore a howl out of him. He jerked and twitched as his cock spat against the couch again and again, his entire body captive to the jackhammer against his prostate and the pleasure-pain which dominated his nipples. He shook as his orgasm ripped him apart, and it seemed to last forever.

He felt heat inside him, too. Hot, wet, it stuffed him and slipped out of him. He felt the dribble of it down his taint, and it seemed to send a smaller orgasm through him, setting his body off all over again as he shook and gasped desperately for air.

It rocked him to his core, and when it was done it left him devastated. Weak. He was nowhere, in no time, and nothing existed but the delicious warmth which filled him and made him whole. He wasn't even uncomfortable. No. For now, everything was perfect.

They were totally going to have to do that again sometime.

Soon.