Page 71 of Between Brothers

He paused as if really thinking it through before finally saying, “I’d love to see your room but what about your dad?”

“I think he’d prefer knowing I was in the house, but I completely understand if you’d be more comfortable out here.”

“I’ll go wherever you want to go, little one… after the night you’ve had, it’s all about you.”

I smiled up at him and led him out of the bathroom. He went over and grabbed his jacket and cut, following me as I quickly stepped across the back yard to the steps up into the house. I was wrapped only in a towel, and it was late enough at night that I didn’t worry about the neighbors. He followed me close behind and up into the house, holding my hand as we both ghosted up the stairs and into my room. I shut the door behind us and he hung his jacket on the doorknob.

“I feel like a teenager,” he confessed and I smiled.

“Me, too.” I dropped the towel and reached for him and he came willingly, dipping his head to capture my mouth with his own, his warm hands moving over my cooler skin.

He came with me to the bed, shedding his clothing a piece at a time, making love to me slowly, with care and consideration and it was just what I needed. To know he still loved me, to know that my body was mine and in some ways his, to do with what we please because I chose it to be that way.

Blue was careful and slow, and for once, I wished he were Cell. Rougher, more demanding; it’s what I craved which was also frightening and confusing after what had just happened to me.

“What’s wrong?” Blue asked, mid stroke and I knew he would understand, and that I could tell him, so I did. I could trust Blue not to make fun of me, get angry or disgusted with me… he was the most nonjudgmental person I knew and my faith in him was maintained when he pulled out of me and said, “Get on your knees,” in a rough growl I don’t think I’d ever heard come from him.

I got onto my knees and leaned way down low to the mattress, gripping the sheets in my fists and biting my lower lip, craving him, needing him, and he gave me just what I needed. He lined himself up and slammed into me, bottoming out against my cervix with that sharp, sweet pain.

“Oh yes, harder!” I begged and he gave me what I wanted. My bedroom echoing with the fervor of our sex, the sharp reports of flesh hitting flesh, the force with which he did it setting a bass tempo of thumping, a deeper sound beneath the sharper slapping.

God, it wasn’t enough. I wanted it to hurt, I needed it deeper, harder, faster and I whined without words my frustration.

This was Blue, though. Blue who was far more in tune with the subtle nuances of a person than Cell ever was, and so he knew… he saw it and heard it and delivered, grabbing me by my arms above my elbows and hauling back on them, jerking my back into a bowed arch that was severe but not uncomfortable. Still…

Oh. My. God.

He touched places inside of me that I didn’t even know I had. Each long stroke of his body into mine awakening sensations I never even dreamed were possible. My nipples tightened, sparkles invading the edges of my vision, as pleasure flowed through me warm and inviting, raising me up on a cloud of euphoria.

The fall was amazing.

I undulated with the crashing waves of my orgasm but that part of me felt far away… my body that is. The part of me that mattered, that undefinable thing that made a person who they were, plummeted as from a great height and kept falling, warm winds whipping past until I fell completely, madly and as deeply in love with Blue as anyone possibly could.

Anyone who could connect with another person like this, so meaningfully, so deeply, was a treasure that was to be held onto and coveted. I felt myself locked into them. The piece that seemingly fit between them and made them whole because I had both known and understood for a long time, there was no Blue without Duracell and there was no Duracell without Blue. It’s just how they were. It just was what it was and there wasn’t any changing it.

Duracell coming to my defense, protecting me like he had, sacrificing himself like he had… going to jail, perhaps even worse for me just told me that I was right where I was supposed to be and it killed a part of me that he wasn’t with us right now, that he wasn’t the one giving me the punishing sex that I craved.

I had entered into this arrangement knowing that I would love Blue and figuring that if anything was going to happen it was that I was simply going to have to put up with, or tolerate Cell in order to be with Blue until something changed.

I never in a million years expected to collapse into my bed, Blue lying on top of me, inside of me, and miss Cell as keenly as I did now. I never expected to feel this swell of longing and love for the cruder, more violent man… but I did. I choked up hard and felt myself sob with how much I wanted him here with us.

Blue pushed himself up and touched my back asking me uncertainly, “Hayley, what is it?”

“I miss him, I want him here with us and I’m so very afraid of what’s going to happen to him… he didn’t do anything wrong. He was just protecting me, and now…”

Blue gathered me to his chest and made a soothing sound, kissing every bit of me that his lips could reach.

“I know, my little one… I miss him, too. I’m afraid for him, too, but it’s good this way. Having one of us at least, here to look after you.”

I nodded, “But who will look after him in that awful place?”

Blue was silent then and I looked up into his solemn gray eyes; at the worry radiating from them. I realized I’d just voiced his greatest fear and asked helplessly, “What do we do?”

“The only thing we can do. Wait until morning, get him out as soon as we can. Try not to get too worked up… Cell took care of himself long before I ever showed up, then took care of us both. He’ll be okay for one night. Tomorrow, we can try and take care of him but that’s never really been how he works.”

“How do you take care of a man who doesn’t want to be taken care of?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Make yourself available to meet whatever need he’s got when he gets out of there.”

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