Page 78 of Refrain
Except apparently with Alle.
That was his fault. His head had been a mess in the hospital that day, and he hadn’t explained what had happened to Xane properly. He’d still been trying to process it himself. And then he’d taken off.
Then, loyal to a fault, Xane had acted on the smidgen of info he did have.
No wonder Alle was cross with him.
It was only when Xane and Luthor started getting smoochy that he decided it was time to move. He liked watching too much not to notice every detail of what they were doing, and even if he shut his eyes, the sounds of them kissing still played havoc with his senses. He’d already had to rearrange himself.
“I’ll give you your space.” He stood, but Xane snagged his hand.
“Stay.” He linked their fingers and gave him an arch look from beneath his pierced brow.
The weight of having to respond sat on Spook’s shoulders. He didn’t really want to go and sit in the dark alone again, but he also couldn’t sit here and watch them make out.
Xane rose beside him, still holding his hand. “Better idea, or possibly a really bad one…” He about turned, reversed his grip on Spook’s hand and clasped one of Luthor’s too. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.”
“Xane?” Spook stuttered.
The devil himself smiled back at him. “Oh, shut up! Unless you really don’t want to?” His brow arched again.
That was precisely the problem. He really did.
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Spook
Xane led. Luthor followed. Spook stumbled along in a daze as Xane drew them both into the bedroom. His gut tightened further with every step. He rarely allowed himself to truly look at Xane, afraid of how easily he’d tip into a rabbit-hole of emotional tragedy. The truth was that the guy was everything, always had been. He’d desired him from the moment he first set eyes on him. Time had neither withered that, nor made the possibility of it any less sanity shattering.
On the other hand, he wasn’t exactly thriving for having trodden a different path. The moment Xane had him across the threshold, he about turned and slid a hand around the back of Spook’s neck.Yes, or no?The question shone in his eyes. He could still back out.
It was never going to happen. No matter that this was probably a dumb idea.
“If you want to stop—”
Their lips met, the kiss urgent and savage. The impact of it lifting him from cold to cooking in approximately zero point five seconds.Yes. Yes. Yes.Hell, even if he’d wanted to escape, there was nowhere to back up to. Luthor was right behind him. It was what he told himself and was as good an excuse as any. He shuddered as the impact of Xane’s desire hit him. “Fuck.”
“If you like.”
He didn’t know if that was a threat, a tease, or a promise. Maybe a hint of all three, and maybe it didn’t matter.
Xane’s lip ring bruised him as they kissed. Kissed and kissed as he dreamed of them doing. Spook thrust his hands into Xane’s hair and tightened his fists, making him groan and sending him into a touch frenzy. He grabbed the hem of Spook’s T-shirt and wrenched it up to get at all that lay beneath. Spook lifted it over his head, as Xane shed his own shirt. The moment the cotton was over his head, they were reaching for one another again, lips and tongues and hands. Hips locking, pulses quickening. Xane made him feel like he was being whipped by a tornado. He groaned his name again and was rewarded with the brief press of his cock against his own.
Xane broke the kiss. A devilish twinkle lit his eyes. He pressed Spook back into Luthor’s arms, whose hands settled on his hips. Then they were both kissing him. Luthor nuzzled at the back of Spook’s neck while his boyfriend’s kisses dipped downwards, encompassing jaw and throat. His thumb found Spook’s chin, pressed into the dimple there, then he was heading down, lips hitting breastbone and navel as he sank to his knees. “Let me make you feel good.”
Holy God!
Luthor’s fingers anchored around Spook’s waistband, and not so subtly pushed his joggers down. A hot shiver shot along the length of his spine. He gave a beleaguered moan, but there wasn’t an ounce of resistance in him. Too long… It’d been too long since he’d experienced the high of such sustained attention, and Xane wasn’t playing fair. His mouth… His mouth was all. Every hot breath, each lick… When he sucked, it felt like he was being pulled up from his toes. Energy was being drawn right out of the ground and pulled through him. How long had it been now since he’d first wanted this? Much longer than the last few weeks of them sharing a bed and falling asleep with Xane entwined around him so that his mind conjured images of rolling on top of him, straddling his head and feeding him the full length of his cock. Now Xane was undoing him, not because he’d initiated it, but because Xane had evidently decided it was time to dispense with all the bollocks and fix things the way he endeavoured to fix everything.
Maybe he was right, and it was time to cast off the shackles and take what he craved.
When Xane next took a breath, Spook wrapped his hands tight around the back of his head and pulled him back onto his cock, not stopping when he felt resistance. “Need to get deep.”
Yes, Xane communicated with his eyes. He neither gagged nor fought, instead he swallowed when Spook slid into his throat.
The first time they’d done this had been in a cobblestone alleyway, Ric observing, camera in hand. It’d been wild and dirty at the time. He’d floated on the high of it for days afterwards. Xane Geist was a man of many talents, one of which was that he could suck a dick like other people swallowed air. He let Spook use him exactly as he needed to, never once fussing over the need to breathe, even when it made his eyes water enough that Spook brushed the tears away with his thumbs.
Beautiful. And,mine, mine, all mine.
