Page 12 of Cocky Bastard

I was tempted to pick him up and bend him over the edge of the bath, fucking him hard on the tiles while the bubbling waterpooled around my legs, but I hadn’t spent a fucking fortune on a hotel room with a decent bed not to use it. Besides, tile wasn’t the nicest surface to get railed on and I didn’t want to leave Kane with bruises all over his knees.

The only bruises he’d be getting were the ones I left with my mouth so when he looked in the mirror he’d think of me. And I desperately wanted to live rent-free in Kane’s head like he’d been living in mine.

“I want you,” Kane said as he rolled his hips, grinding against my cock. “Please, Austin. I need you.”

“I know, darling,” I said, nipping his bottom lip and sliding my hands down to squeeze his ass cheeks, kneading them with my fingers and teasingly pulling them apart, exposing his sensitive hole to a rush of hot water. Kane gasped, then moaned as I slipped my fingers into his crack and trailed them over the puckered skin. “You really need some dick, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes, fuck me. Please.”

“Mmm, so polite for me,” I said, squeezing his ass and making him grind harder against me. “How can I refuse?”

“You can’t.” Kane leant back and grinned teasingly at me, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You and I both know it.”

I chuckled. “You’re right. But I’ll only admit it once.”

Kane opened his mouth, probably to tell me he’d remind me of this shit forever, so I silenced him with a kiss, thrusting my tongue between his lips to claim his unspoken words. “Come on, kitten,” I said. “Let’s get out so I can give you what you need.”

“Aren’t you going to carry me to bed?” Kane asked, his shit-eating grin returning as he sat back in my lap. He’d always bitched about me being the bastard in our… situationship—whatever the fuck that meant—but he was just as fucking guilty. Although I found his attempts at sass more adorable than annoying.

“Fuck no. No matter how cute your ass is, I’m not carrying you across a wet tiled floor. If I fall and break your neck, then your fans will hunt me down and kick my ass, and I’m not prepared to spend the rest of my life running away from a horde of angry girls, gays, and theys. Because I can run, but not that fast. And they’re probably all a lot smarter than me.”

Kane snorted and shook his head. “Seriously? You’re such a fucking weirdo.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, and? Takes one to know one, kitten.” I slid my hands down and grasped the back of his thighs, lifting him suddenly out of the water and putting him on the edge of the bath. Kane shrieked and laughed, a sound I hadn’t heard in years… since we’d run away from security as teenagers, hand in hand through the corridors of some arena hosting an awards show. They’d never worked out who they’d nearly caught making out, as we’d fled as soon as we heard them, but Kane had made the same giggling shriek as I’d pulled him along, a wild grin on his face.

I’d forgotten about that until now.

“What’s wrong?” Kane asked and I realised I was staring into space at the tiles on the floor behind him.

“Nothing.” I shook my head. “I just remembered the time we nearly got caught making out backstage at that teen awards show in LA when we were seventeen.”

Kane laughed and smacked my chest playfully. “Fuck, I’d forgotten that. I was so fucking mad at you! I couldn’t believe you’d put us at risk like that.”

“Yeah,somad,” I said with a smirk as I leant in to kiss him. “That’s why you let me blow you that night.”

“Hey, I was seventeen and wanted to know what getting my dick sucked felt like.”

I frowned as I pulled myself out of the bath beside him, reaching for one of the giant fluffy towels I’d put out. “Wait, was that your first blow job?”

Kane flushed as he stood and reached for his own towel. “Yeah. What about it?”

“Nothing… I just… I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, well, you were a lot of my firsts,” Kane said, almost defensively. “It was a bit hard to get close to any other interested boys.”

“Convenience is very sexy,” I said as I dropped my towel and closed the distance between us to pull him into my arms. There was a strange feeling in my chest that resembled something like possession… but how could I feel possessive over someone who’d never belonged to me? Kane and I had never been more than fuck buddies, our whole thing was convenience, so why did I feel a weird sense of satisfaction that his firsts had been mine? “I like that I got to be that for you. And I got to make sure that nobody else would ever measure up to me. I got to ruin you for everyone else.”

“Oh yeah, because seventeen-year-old you was a total dick-sucking god.”

“Everyone has to start somewhere,” I said as I trailed my lips across his shoulder and up his neck, loving the way his breathing hitched as I hit all of those sensitive spots I’d mapped out over the years. “And now… I know just how to make you scream.” I nipped the skin just under his ear, careful not to leave a mark that wouldn’t fade. Kane groaned as his hands reached for me, grabbing my ass and dragging my cock against his.

I grabbed his wrist and with one smooth movement turned and began pulling him towards the door. Kane followed me without resistance as I led him towards the enormous bed with its crisp white sheets. When we reached it, I twisted him aroundand walked him backwards until his knees hit the edge of it before putting my hand on his chest to push him down.

Kane fell backwards and looked up at me with a coy smile, fluttering his eyelashes. “Now what?”

“Now I spoil you, kitten.”

I fell to my knees on the floor between his thighs, running my hands across the smooth, firm muscle and reaching for his cock. I pumped it slowly, then leant forward with an open mouth and wrapped my lips lightly around the silken head of his shaft. Kane gasped, one hand grabbing the top of my head and twisting his fingers in my hair, the same way he always did when I blew him. It was like he needed an anchor.

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