Page 4 of Between Brothers

“Hold still, fucker. I’m not out to fuckin’ hurt you,” he declared, but it always hurt at first. He fucked my ass, but he so wouldn’t let me fuck his. Not Cell’s style. I’d brought it up once and he’d grunted and told me to find some pussy or hell, even a chick’s ass for that. It was just Cell’s way.

He kicked my feet apart and his hand disappeared, I heard him spit in it and he lubed himself up. I braced, relaxed as best I could and hoped he had it in him to go easy this time around. He pressed against my asshole and with a lot of determination worked his way in. I pushed out, and breathed, but it wasn’t pleasant, not at first. I could feel my asshole flex and twitch in protest but when Cell’s dick didn’t go away, my body eventually gave in like I had and let it happen.

“Fuck, I wish you’d keep the fuckin’ lube handy,” I ground out and Cell laughed.

“Just shut up and take it.”

I laughed a little too at his response and groaned, bracing against the wall, letting him fuck my ass. The burning had started to subside, the discomfort of the stretching fading with it until all that was left was the warmth of the friction and stimulation that was hard to describe. He kept one arm braced against my back, shoving me face first into the cool blue tile of the wall and I found my Zen. My own cock was painfully fuckin’ hard but it wasn’t like Cell to do anything about it. Not usually. I was surprised he’d touched my dick the first time. I dropped an arm and wrapped my fingers around myself, pumping my fist up and down my length as Cell beat the fuck out of my prostate.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned and he was close. I could always fucking hear it in his voice when he was going to come and he always fuckin’ came deep. I braced, and sure enough he shoved in fucking hard and it was the sound the soft “Ughn, ughn, ughn…” that escaped his mouth punctuated with deep breaths bordering on passionate that sent me over the edge.

Every. Damn. Time.

I swallowed hard, my own chest heaving, the water slicking down my back as he pulled out. His absence uncomfortable for a minute, where his presence had been at the start.

He pushed off of me and started up the shower next to mine, thrusting his face into the spray. I straightened up and he shook his head back and forth, making a stupid noise like he was pumped; which he was. I laughed a little, and used the body wash to wash up.

We showered in silence, just a couple of bros in a locker room after that, and that was honestly just how things were. We fucked, then nothing. No feelings, no pillow talk or girly shit. Cell didn’t do feelings. Ever. We weren’t a couple, more like best friends with benefits. We needed our missing piece… I needed our missing piece if I wanted more, which I did. I wanted a lot more. I craved connection on that soul deep level.

Even though Cell knew everything there was to know about me and I knew a fair bit about him, it wasn’t like we were open with one another or confidants. It just wasn’t like that. I needed a tenderness that he just couldn’t or wouldn’t provide.

I finished washing up first and went for my towel, drying off; my ass still a little unhappy but I’d live. He’d been downright gentle compared to some of our other fucks. I got dressed, and he eventually walked out of the shower himself, dragging his towel across his body and eventually up over his hair.

“Gonna ditch that shit so we can get going?” he asked thrusting his chin at the pile of dirty laundry in my hands.

I nodded and went for the bathroom door.

“Cool,” he said at my back.

I took my dirty clothes and towel back to my room and dumped them in the canvas laundry bag by the door. I pulled on my jacket and cut where I’d left them on the bed and sat on the edge of the king sized mattress in the air conditioned dark of my sanctuary to pull on my motorcycle boots.

I took the time to thread my belt through the loops and buckle up; shoved my wallet in my back pocket and threaded the leather loop around my belt, snapping it closed. One last check of things, and satisfied, I took up my keys off the dresser and went out, locking up behind me, even though I didn’t think for a minute one of my club brothers would get into my shit.

It was just a thing some of us had, locking up our shit. Also helped if the cops ever rolled in, which they had just a few weeks ago. Some shit that Cell and some of the other boys had gone to take care of to help out Dragon’s niece. They’d stormed in here looking for who knew what the fuck but hadn’t found anything. The club’s lawyers were now trying to take the pigs apart in court, filing lawsuits and shit about illegal search and seizure.

I’d been kept out of it, and Cell? He just plain didn’t give a fuck. It was who he was. Savage, primal, sociopathic… I had to admit it to myself. He just didn’t feel like a normal person, or he had it buried so damn deep it was almost the same thing.

“Let’s go, man; I’m fuckin’ starving,” he called down the hallway and I made strides to catch up to him as he went out the door, slow walking it up to the track and around to the club’s back door.

I caught up and we went through the main building and out the front, out to where the bikes were parked. We didn’t pass anyone, which wasn’t surprising. It was almost midnight and a Thursday night; a lot of us were working stiffs and there were fewer and fewer of us actually living at the club anymore.

We rode out to the diner and went through the door to a pleasant surprise. Hayley was behind the counter, picking up a pair of plates and taking them to a couple of the nightshift guys from around here that were having their lunch. She wasn’t in her typical uniform and I had to say, I liked what I was seeing. She wore a pair of comfortable looking jeans, the kind that women wore with the stretch to them that hugged every curve. Up top she had on a dark gray racerback tank top to beat the heat. A black apron was wound around her lean waist that wasn’t much more than a set of pockets in front.

“Hey, look who it is!” Duracell cried amicably and I blinked, surprised at the genuine warmth in his tone. Either that or he was faking it incredibly well to seem normal. I wouldn’t put that past him either.

“Hi, guys, I haven’t seen you in a while, my section is over here tonight.”

She’d warmed to us a little in the last year, but still, the greeting we got just then had me and Cell exchanging a look. He raised his golden-red eyebrows at me and we went over to an empty table in the section she’d indicated. She came by to drop a couple of menus and to take our drink orders.

“Nice uniform,” Cell commented dryly as she set down the laminated cards and Hayley tried a smile, she looked a little harried, maybe a little worn around the edges and I studied her face, waiting to see what she’d say.

“Well, you know, I was already here once today but Shirley, our night waitress called off something like twenty minutes into her shift… I told my dad I’d cover, but I wasn’t going to change, so here I am.” She held out her hands and looked down at her casual appearance.

“On a date?” Cell asked casually.

She snorted, a self-deprecating sound if I ever heard one, “Hardly, I was in my studio.”

“Studio?”

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