Page 16 of All Hallows' Rage
Elijah
The crowd had maintainedtheir energy throughout the show, and it was infectious. Standing in front of Matt, I couldn’t get over the feel of his hands on my body. His hold was firm beneath my palms as he pushed me up into a handstand. I met his crooked smile, accentuated by the beautiful skull painted on his face.
The thought of what we’d just finished doing crept into my mind as I stood atop his shoulders. I went on autopilot through the spins and lifts. The only thing I committed to memory was every squeeze that lasted a fraction too long and every graze that traveled lower than it should have. The room was a blur as I landed on the center floor perfectly, as we had practiced.
I cut my farewell short, nearly pulling Matt behind.
“Rough hands there. Eager?” he taunted as we ducked backstage. Everett’s voice came over the sound system, surrounding the floor behind us. I spotted Lane and Aimee lounging on the benches in the hallway. Everett faded, and their conversation became clearer.
“Eager for you and other things,” I said, nodding to Aimee, who faced us. Matt picked up my unspoken hint as his eyebrows jumped up, following that devilish smirk.
“Precisely my point, babe. I even went—” Lane stopped as I bent down and kissed Aimee’s forehead. Matt followed suit and pressed a soft kiss to her reddening cheek.
“Oh my god,” she whispered as we pulled away and kept walking toward the locker rooms.
“You can’t just kiss my girlfriend and leave me out!” Lane called after us.
Spinning on our heels, Matt grinned with anticipation as he leaned forward. I playfully shoved his shoulder and took Lane when she was within arm’s reach. We shared a kiss like theirs from the storage room, but I knew we both took nothing from it. Aimee and Matt gasped at the action. On a technical level, Lane was great to kiss, but the magic really sparked for me when we were all sharing the moment. That benefited me in the long run. Matt sighed with desperate need, and I knew he’d be more than ready later.
Lane’s tongue slipped over mine, and I knew exactly what Matt had meant earlier. When we parted, I shot a quick glance at Aimee. Her freckles deepened as her face flamed. We left them in silence and stripped in the locker room. I ran my tongue over my teeth as Matt started scrubbing the black-and-white paint from his skin.
“She tastes good, holy shit.”
* * *
The soundof plastic buttons scattering across the hard flooring filled my ears as I ripped open Matt’s shirt, but his tongue was too deep in my mouth for me to give a fuck. Likewise, he was too busy to complain. Hands groped at the button of my jeans, and I let him undress me as we stumbled out of our shoes. The touch of fabric turned to smooth skin, and I bent him over the back of the couch.
I slipped one of the lube packets from our pile of discarded denim. His chest heaved with each breath.
“What did I tell you earlier?” I asked, working my fingers over him. “Do you remember?” I slipped inside slowly. A shuddered breath left him as he relaxed around me.
“Fuck the hell out of me.” He groaned as I pushed deeper and rubbed the remaining lube over my cock. I was unbelievably hard as I lined myself with his ass.
A few bruises had appeared on the surface of his skin from the straps, and I kissed them softly as I buried myself to the hilt. My hands roamed his expensive back as I fucked him harder. His fingers dug into the leather until it squeaked under the pressure.
“Touch yourself,” I demand. “Match pace with me.”
He started slowly, the deliberate strokes of his cock giving way to soft sighs. My hands wrapped over his taut shoulders before moving around his throat to pin him in place against me. I showed him no mercy as I took as much pleasure as I gave. My hips burned with the sting of his skin against mine.
“Fuck, Eli!”
“Make a mess for me,pretty boy,” I teased, chuckling because I knew he hated it but secretly loved it.
His strokes were hurried and desperate before cum spilled down the leather back of the couch. The sight had his name falling from my lips like a prayer. I trembled as I fucked him with reckless abandon. My release came, sure and swift, sending me crashing over him as cum ran down both of us.
I kissed across his back and shoulders, letting the salty taste of his sweaty skin dance over my tongue. These were the moments I wanted to linger on.
“I love you,” I whispered, grazing my teeth across his flesh.
“I love you more,” he teased.
Epilogue — January 4, 2023
MATT
I took deep breaths as I relaxed in the chair. That kid seemed to know Aimee and, by his looks, could very well be the guy Everett had told me about a few months ago. My chest hurt from how hard I’d laughed.
“So, Ev is busy,” I started to say to Eli. “Lane is busy . . .”
