Page 13 of Not Even A Mouse
Perfect match
Myron
Riding shotgun in the truck, Myron scooted near the door, gripping the handle tightly.
Walking away from the clubhouse had been hard.
Myron shifted on the seat and felt Brute’s gaze land on him like a blow. The man didn’t go out much, not where people other thanclubcould see him, but he hadn’t hesitated to offer this because Myron needed him,so Brute had his back. Loyalty in the club was a unique symbiosis of need and a soul-deep bond so much more than love.My brothers. Would they still feel the same if they knew every part of him?
For almost as long as Myron could remember, first in Chicago and then here in Fort Wayne, the clubhouse buildings were the only homes he’d known. He’d partied, broken bread with his brothers, slept…livedin the clubhouse. He’d watched crop after crop of fresh prospects roll in, get their feet under them in the life, and move out—integrating the club into their entire world.It is my world.
Gaze to the street ahead of them, he thought back through the houses he’d helped arrange for so many Rebel members, repeatedly matching amenities against need so successfully, it was one of the many thingshe was known for. Give him a list of requirements for size, location, schools, or security, and he’d find the perfect match.
What a joke. The one thing he’d never been able to find for himself. He’d never felt the loss before, never had a driving need for a space of his own. Once in a bluemoon,he’d rent something, but then he’d realize he spent four out of five nights at the clubhouse, so itseemed a waste.
All those houses, and none for him. Bones’ place probably felt the most like a home, probably because Ester was there.
Andy’s house had felt comfortable from the moment Myron had stumbled in. They’d passed the babysitter on the driveway,heramused, “Have a good night, Mr. Kasmouski,” chasing them up the walk and through the doorway. Then, Myron had literally tripped over thethreshold because Andy, who had been leading, had turned and gripped the edges of Myron’s cut, pulling hard.
The door slipped closed, shutting out the world and closing him in with Mouse. Pressed together from hips to shoulders, Myron didn’t resist when Mouse shoved him against the wall. Lips to Myron’s ear, Mouse told him he’d read everything Myron needed. “I’ve got you, remember that. You likeit a little dirty, I’ve got that for you, too.”
“God, please.” The words were slurred, letters stumbling over his teeth in their hurry to get out. He wanted Mouse to keep doing exactly what he was doing, but he also wanted more. “I need.” A breath followed by a groan. “Please.”
“I know what you need. You need this.” Hot mouth working down his neck, Mouse shoved at Myron’s cut. He caught it atthe last moment, kept it from hitting the floor and draped it across a table by the entry. Myron slipped his hands under Mouse’s shirt, dragging it from his waistband so he could get atskin. “You need me.” He needed to get his hands on Mouse right now, the steadying feel of hard muscles under his palms.Mousebit his shoulder, worrying at the place where his neck connected, and Myron gasped.“Feel good, babe? I got you.” Mouse’s hands kept up their magic, forcing Myron’s arms up to rip his shirt off over his head. Then Mouse’s mouth moved across his chest, tongue and teeth working his nipple until it was puffy, so sensitive each gust of breath drifting across his skin was a riot of sensation.
“Bedroom?” He barely got that out, but the flickering memory of the babysitter meant therewas a kid or maybe kids somewhere in the house, and Myron didn’t want to be the reason Mouse had some awkward explaining to do.
“Oh, yeah. Let’s take this private.” With Myron’s shirt flipped over one shoulder, Mouse backed down the hallway, tugging Myron’s waistband, jeans somehow unfastened and sagging around his hips. “So hot, I can’t wait to lick every inch of you.” Myron followed him, turnedinto a dark room when Mouse did, chasing him like a moth to a flame, mouths fused together. The door closed, and Mouse pushed him against the firm surface,chillof the wood behind Myron’s shoulders while his front was molten from the feel of Mouse’s chest against his.
Mouse kissed as if he’d been told he would never have another chance, licking and sipping from Myron’s mouth one moment, thendevouring him the next. Their tongues tangled, and Myron moaned when Mouse thrust into his mouth, sounds of each caress intimate and obscene in the same breath. Gasps mixed with groans as one of them discovered a sensitive spot, the rustle of clothing being discarded.Mouseturned him, still kissing, hands still roaming, and Myron shuffled, hobbled by his jeans. Then he was fallingbackwards,Mouse following him down to the mattress, landing on him like a heavy blanket he could lie under for a decade.
He lost Mouse’s heat, then took the opportunity to make quick work of kicking his boots off, wanting more of this thing he’ddeniedhimself for so long. So many fears castaside inthis moment, their movements as synchronized as if they’d been lovers for years. Naked, he arched againstMouse, dick so hard it ached, every graze of Mouse’s legs against his a prickly pleasure.
“Slow, babe.” Mouse ripped his mouth away and shoved his face against Myron’s neck. “I’m gonna blow you keep that up.”
“Mouse, please.”
A hand slipped down his chest, fingertips tweaking a nipple hard enough to make him gasp before continuing its path. “I know what you need.” Fingers circled his bellybutton,teased and tickled for a moment before curving around his waist and gripping his cheek. “You need this.” Pulling Myron up as he thrust down, the first glide of Mouse’s cock against his hip was overshadowedby the request. Voice softer, less severe, Mouse invited Myron to call him by Andy. Demanded it, really, and the knowledge that Andy was exposing that part of himself was thrilling.
He’d immediatelyechoed it, “Andy, please.”
“Please, what?”
Teeth grazed his earlobe as fingers gripped his ass hard, pulling him up and into Andy’s body. His hips thrust up, cock seeking more of that slick contact, a warm puddle of liquid pooling on his belly. “More, Andy.”
“More? What more? Want me to fuck you?”
He tensed, muscles going rigid at unwelcome memories that crowded in hard and fast. Pain andshame washed over him like a coldwave,and with an inarticulatenoise,he pushed hard at Andy’s chest, trying to gain distance between them.
“No, babe. Stop.” Andy didn’t let him go, arms wrapping around Myron’s shoulders and holding him in place. The last place Myron wanted to be right now.
“Let go,” Myron growled, getting his elbow between them and shoving harder, slipping a few inches acrossthe bed. Andy threw a leg over Myron’s hips, the sensation of coarse hair rough and almost too much against the head of his weeping cock. A cock that hadn’t gotten the news yet that its owner was done with this scene.
“Stop it. Ididn’tmean...not anal. We don’t have to...that’s not what I meant, Myron.” He rocked hiships,and Myron felt Andy’s dick slip past his hip, gliding across his bellyto nudge his still rigid cock. “I mean like this, this is fucking too, babe.” Andy didn’t release him,insteadpulling Myron up again and rollingthemso their cocks made better contact. “Stay with me, babe. Lemme do this for you. Make you feel good. Don’t go.” Andy leaned over and kissed him, teasing with flicks of his tongue. “Stay.”
It took minutes of soft words and softer touches, Andy’shand slipping up and down Myron’s spine, soothing the tension away, buteventually,Myron relaxed into Andy’s hold again. The quiet patter of encouragement that filled the air around them was slowly replaced with the more sensuous sounds of bodies moving together. More carefully, but no less intently, Andy set a rhythm of pushing and arching, their cocks sword fighting between them, glancing offthe other with each brief contact causing electric sparks to rush up and down Myron’s spine.
Andy’s quiet approval freed Myron of his fears, finally, and he reached between them to wrap his hand around their cocks, lining them up as he rocked his hips in time to Andy’s movements. Each sensation was amplified by Andy’s mouth at his neck, the praise Andy fed him like candy, whetting his appetitefor more sweet words.Dirtytalk seemed to come easily to Andy and thank God, he wasn’t daunted by silence from his partner, but deep satisfaction was clear in his tone when he managed to drive a moaned plea out of Myron again.
