Page 17 of Endangered Species
Cy bit his plump lower lip, dragging his teeth over it, giving Webster a look that made him breathless. “You better stop before I forget where we are.”
All Webster wanted to do was forget where he was, just for a little while. But he knew Cy was right. “Fine, but only until lights out.”
Cy nodded, his gaze raking over Webster like a caress. “For sure.”
Cy didn’t remember dozing off, but Nicky’s pained cry had him up on his feet before he could even let his eyes adjust to the yellowed fluorescent lighting always beating down on them. Nicky was over the sink holding his cheek, blood seeping between his fingers. Cy’s heart slammed into his chest as his sleep-soaked brain tried to process the scene before him.
“Nicky? What happened?” he asked, voice raspy.
Nicky winced, looking up at him with the eye not hidden behind his hand. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Wake me? Seriously?” Cy pushed Nicky’s hand out of the way, frowning at the laceration across his cheekbone. It was already starting to swell.
“What happened?” Cy asked again, tilting Nicky’s head to get a better look in the light.
“Gotta keep up appearances,” Nicky said with a shrug. “If you’re not assaulting me, somebody else will. I didn’t think you’d want to hit me again.”
Cy’s nostrils flared, his frustration a living thing inside him. “You did this to yourself on purpose?” Cy asked, turning away to prop his hands on the metal frame of the top bunk. “You could have really hurt yourself. Your eye could swell shut. You can’t defend yourself if you can’t see, Nicky.”
Nicky hit him in the shoulder. “Do you want to do it? Do you want to be the one to hurt me? Because if you don’t, they will. If you don’t want me to hurt myself, then you have to do it. You have to hurt me or I’m a sitting duck out there.”
Cy punched the metal bed frame with a snarl, the pain shooting through his knuckles doing nothing to quell the frustration rapidly turning to anger. None of this was right. What the fuck was he supposed to do? What did Nicky want him to do? Punch him? Hit him? Jesus.
Cy spun around, advancing on Nicky, shoving him against the wall, and kissing him with all the fury pulsing through him, his tongue invading Nicky’s mouth making him whimper in a way that went straight to Cy’s cock. He captured Nicky’s hands and forced them over his head, biting over his stubbled jaw to nip at his ear, bending his knees just enough to let Nicky feel how hard he was.
“Oh, fuck,” Nicky whispered, his head falling back against the bricks, his lips parted, his erection pressing against Cy’s hip as he sank his teeth into Nicky’s shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks.
“Is this hard enough?” Cy growled, dragging his tongue along the indentations.
“No.”
Cy squeezed Nicky’s wrists harder, his tongue swiping over the blood on his bruised cheek. “No?”
“No,” Nicky said, voice raw. At Cy’s growl, Nicky said, “Come on, Cy. You’ve been locked in this cell for twenty years. Tell me there haven’t been times where you’ve fantasized about having somebody who you could just…use for your own sick, twisted desires. Somebody who was just yours to play with? Use me, Cy. I want you to.”
“Jesus, Nicky. Your mouth…” Cy said, cock throbbing at Nicky’s words.
He released Nicky’s hands, shocked when he dropped to his knees before him. “Yeah, okay,” Nicky said, dragging Cy’s pants and underwear to his thighs and burying his face against his groin.
“That’s not what I…” Cy started, but then Nicky’s lips closed over the head of his cock, sucking greedily. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, okay.”
When he looked down, Nicky was gazing up at him with those huge blue eyes. Was this some reward for good behavior? In what world was Nicky on his knees in a jail cell while Cy’s cock pumped between his plush lips? It seemed as inconceivable as the throaty moans falling from Nicky’s lips or the wanton way his hands gripped Cy’s ass, like he was telling him it was okay to want more.
God help him, Cy did want more. He wanted everything. His one hand threaded through Nicky’s blond hair, the other braced itself against the cool brick wall. Nicky’s jaw went slack. Cy couldn’t stop watching his cock disappear, going deeper with each thrust until Nicky was gagging in a way that maybe should have been a turn off but just made Cy want to feel his dick in Nicky’s throat.
Cy pulled free of Nicky, who looked a little dazed. Cy nodded to the bottom bunk. “Lie down on your back, head over the edge down here.”
Nicky’s pupils dilated, and he swallowed hard, his tongue darting out nervously to lick over his full lower lip. He did as Cy asked without question. Once he was on his back, he shoved his own clothes out of the way to wrap a hand around his cock. Cy stripped out of his clothes, not wanting any barriers between them. On his knees, he was the perfect height to slide his cock between Nicky’s spit-soaked lips, the angle almost perfect for him to fuck Nicky’s mouth just like he had his hole. “Open up for me, baby,” Cy rasped. “I want to feel you take it all.”
Nicky moaned, allowing Cy to press his thumb to his jaw, forcing it wider, hips flexing forward as Nicky’s throat bulged from Cy’s cock. He rubbed his hand over it, feeling Nicky’s muscles flex as he swallowed around Cy, pleasure shuddering through him. “That’s it. Fuck, you’re doing so good.”
He pulled out when Nicky started to squirm, looking down at his tear-soaked cheeks and saliva-slick lips, before Nicky gave him a smirk and began to suck at his balls, tongue teasing in a way that had Cy groaning.
This time, when Cy’s length slid in, he moved in short, shallow thrusts, his hands gripping the bunk above him, eyes rolling as he fucked into his mouth, watching as Nicky jerked himself roughly, even as he gagged on Cy’s cock.
It was too much. He pulled free once more. “Get up. Come here.”
“Now, who’s bossy?” Nicky teased as he rolled to his feet. Cy stood, grabbing the lube from under the bed.
