Page 25 of Endangered Species
Cy’s cock hardened with each sucking pull of Nicky’s hot, slick mouth, his hips rolling almost against his will. Cy was still dirty and covered in sweat, but that didn’t slow Nicky down in the least. If anything, it only seemed to make him hungrier, taking Cy’s now stiff cock deeper until his nose was buried against his pubic hair and he was gagging on it.
“Jesus. You look so hot on your knees for me,” Cy muttered. It was true. Glasses fogging, tears streaking his face, spit covering his lips… He was still so fucking hot. Always so eager. What the hell were they doing? This was insanity. But Cy knew he wouldn’t stop.
When Nicky pulled off, his hand replaced his mouth. As he jerked him, he looked up at Cy. He couldn’t help but run his thumb over Nicky’s mouth, grunting when he sucked on it as eagerly as he had his cock. Would Nicky be this eager outside of this place? Was there a world where Cy would be able to do this with Nicky whenever they wanted? In the comfort of their own place?
“Fuck.” Cy’s one hand fell to the stair riser above his head, bracing himself, the other tangled in Nicky’s messy golden blond hair. The thought of having access to Nicky anytime he wanted ratcheted his desire higher.
Nicky’s smile was more one of relief than genuine pleasure, but when he took Cy back in his mouth, it was impossible for Cy to stop whatever was happening between them. Still, he kept his gaze on Thor. If the other man decided to call for a guard, they’d have to move quickly. But Nicky was right. He didn’t seem in any hurry to ruin his viewing experience. He was dissecting his orange, making a show of eating each slice. Cy was certain others could see them, too, but Thor was the only one of concern.
Cy had never been one for voyeurism as far as he knew, but there was something about knowing Thor was there, that he could see Nicky eagerly on his knees, giving Cy something he’d never give Thor willingly, that turned him on. Knowing Nicky wanted him enough to give himself over every night, was willing to beg for it… It was a heady experience, one that caused him to grip Nicky’s hair tighter, slide his cock deeper into Nicky’s throat until he was swallowing around him convulsively in a way that had his balls tightening and his hips grinding Nicky’s lips against his pelvis.
Fuck, he was so deep. He could feel even the slightest undulation of Nicky’s throat. When Cy released him, Nicky was a mess of tears and spit, glasses a mess. Cy tipped Nicky’s head up, using his saliva to jerk himself roughly. He was so fucking close. “Open up for me, baby.”
Nicky didn’t hesitate, his mouth falling open, sticking his tongue out. Two more hard pulls, and Cy was spilling onto Nicky’s tongue. He took the head of Cy’s cock back into his mouth like he was desperate to swallow every drop.
“Fuck. You’re so dirty,” Cy managed.
There was no time for reciprocation or clean up. Cy tucked himself back into his underwear and pulled Nicky to his feet. “I’ll take care of you later. You can also explain what the fuck just happened.”
* * *
The explanation Cy was looking for would not come until much later when they were lying on Nicky’s bunk, Nicky sprawled over him like a body pillow. “You need to talk to me.”
Nicky didn’t respond. He’d been quiet since their hookup under the stairs. Weirdly quiet. He didn’t answer, just rubbed his cheek against Cy’s chest before placing his ear back over Cy’s heart. It was making him nervous. He was used to sarcastic Nicky, horny Nicky, hell, even angry Nicky, but this quiet, clingy, sad Nicky was breaking Cy’s heart. He didn’t know why but it felt a lot like a goodbye.
“Hey. Are you just going to ignore me?”
“I’m not ignoring you,” he said finally. “I just don’t want to talk about it.”
Cy frowned, knotting his hands in Nicky’s hair and gently tugging until he was looking up at him. “Talk about what? What happened? Did you get bad news from your lawyer? Your boss?”
Nicky shook his head. “They’re still working on doing what they can on their end. Linc said to just hang on.”
“Okay?” Cy said, the word drawn out like a question. There was clearly more. “Just tell me what happened.”
“I had a run-in with Thor.”
Cy’s blood turned to ice. “What? Did he…did he hurt you? Did he do something to you?”
Once more, Nicky shook his head against Cy’s chest. “It was just a verbal thing. For now. But Kemp and Rogers will be back soon, and when that happens, they’re going to hand me over to Thor and his gang on a silver platter. It’s inevitable. Nobody is going to get me out of here in time to prevent it. I just don’t want to talk about it because, when I do, I picture it, and when I picture it, it makes me sick to my stomach and I can’t breathe. I’ll fight back. I will. But I can’t fight his whole crew. I’ll be lucky if I manage to take out one of them.”
Frustration squeezed Cy’s lungs. He wanted to give Nicky empty platitudes about how everything would be fine, but it was all bullshit. Nicky was right in that a confrontation was inevitable. Either with Thor or the guards. Maybe both. “Go for Thor first. If you can take him out, hurt him bad enough to be unable to fuck you, the others might beat your ass but they won’t…rape you. Thor’s too territorial. He’ll want first dibs.”
Nicky shivered against him but still said nothing. Just talking about him like that was making Cy sick, but he was trying to be practical. Nicky seemed more worried about them violating him sexually than pounding on his face, so that’s what Cy tried to focus on. It was becoming clearer to Cy with each passing day that those childhood memories Nicky had locked away in that box in his head were starting to leak out. Maybe he’d been molested, or maybe it happened later when he was older, but somebody had clearly hurt him, forced themselves on him. In some twisted way, it might explain why he liked Cy to hurt him just enough. A way to have the control he never had then.
Now, somebody was doing this to Nicky all over again, turning him into a pawn in their sick game of chess, just when he’d finally started to think his life was his own. They were all pawns; in a way, even Thor was. He might be their weapon of choice, but somebody else was calling the shots.
Nicky gave a gruff laugh when Cy said as much out loud. “This isn’t chess. It’s Monopoly. Where everybody goes straight to jail.”
Cy’s fingers caressed just beneath Nicky’s hairline. “You can survive this. I know you can.”
Nicky tucked his hands under Cy’s shoulders. “If I get out of here, you know they’re coming for you. And I’m not going to hurt you again. I’d rather be dead.”
Cy grunted in frustration. “I can handle myself. I’ve spent more of my life here than I ever did out there. This isn’t much of a life, but I’ll be okay. If something happens to you, I’m never getting out of here, Nicky. Think about it that way if it helps. If you die, they’ll frame me, just like they’d planned to do from the beginning.”
Cy wanted out. He wanted to know what life as a free person held for him, but he needed Nicky to fight, and it seemed he was only willing to fight for others. Cy was willing to guilt him into being his champion if it meant Nicky didn’t shut down.
When he didn’t respond, Cy rolled them over, lifting up on his forearms to look him in the eye. His eyes were red and bloodshot, the cut on his face from the other day closed but healing. His gaze was dull, but when Cy dipped down to kiss him softly, he responded. “Please, Nicky. Just don’t give up. Have faith that your friends are going to help you. Help us.”
