Page 62 of Refrain
He hadn’t realised until that moment, that Luthor had clocked him.
“If you want to see me do him, then at least be man enough to admit it instead of playing ghost.”
“Luth—” Xane protested.
“No, he’s right.” Spook crossed the threshold and stepped into the firelight. He settled in the vacant armchair. “As long as it’s not a problem.”
Xane opened his mouth to say something, but Luthor beat him to it again. “As if it would make a difference if there were.”
He ought to be offended by that but found that the accusatory sting was easily brushed off. Instead, he imbibed the vision that was Xane arching as Luthor kissed his way along the ridges of Xane’s vertebrae.
“Are you actually good with this?” Luthor asked, lifting his head again, while his fingers probed between Xane’s cheeks alongside where his cock was resting.
Xane’s fingers curled. “I’m good,” he croaked. Then his eyes rolled upwards, and the rapid flutter of his eyelids spelled out exactly where Luthor’s finger was exploring. Along his taint, around the hole. Just a little way in, where even the smallest brush could fill a whole night-sky with sparkles.
Spook shamelessly lapped up the sounds of Xane’s every exhalation. The sharp, the dissolute, the cries of utter surrender.
“Bare or wrapped?” Luthor asked.
Spook’s hands flattened along the arms of the chair. His teeth dug a groove into his lower lip.
Xane’s eyes flashed silver as he opened them. “I want to feel you.”
Luthor kept on playing with him as he reached for the bottle. It made Xane’s dick fill out so much it looked angry. He rudely slapped Xane’s hand aside when he tried to cup himself. “Hands off because that cock is all mine.”
Did he imagine it or did Luthor shoot a glance in his direction as he said it?
This time, Xane’s groan was frustrated as well as needy. “Then hurry up and fuck me.”
“You want this?” Luthor asked, clearly teasing and not delivering.
“Like you don’t know it.”
“Ah, but for the purposes of our audience, why don’t you spell it out. Tell him.”
“I want you to put your cock in me.”
“No, I mean tell him.”
Xane pawed at his thighs, fingers seeking something to cling to. He gulped so that the ripple was visible all along his throat. “He’s got the tip anchored, not quite inside me. It’s like torture.” He wriggled, clearly trying to push back against the intrusion. Luthor slapped his arse. The crack of flesh against flesh made all three of them snap to attention.
“Now it’s your turn. Spook? Let’s see it then.”
“Luth—” Xane tried again.
“Xane, he’s a big boy. This isn’t the moment to play guardian angel.”
“Spook?”
Spook didn’t look at Xane. He kept his focus on Luthor. If there was a moment to stop this, then this was it. The gleam of Luthor’s chromatic eyes was like a challenge. Dare you? Come on, show me what you’ve got.
“Not until you’re inside him,” he said.
“That how we’re playing this, is it?” Luthor chuckled. It was a soft sound. A warm sound. Bemused, rather than prickly. “Do you hear that, lover boy? Your wet dream’s not going to get it out for you until I’m buried deep. Think you can handle that?”
Xane made a sound that couldn’t rightly be described as a word but was definitely affirmative in nature.
Luthor smacked his lips together. “Now, I realise it’s been a long week, and you’re really desperate right now, but under the circumstances, I think we ought to try and make a good show of it. No flashing.”
