Page 45 of Psycho
August lurched away from him, breathing heavily. Lucas startled at August’s sudden retreat. “What? What’s wrong? What just happened?”
August’s heart was racing at the thought of losing it on Lucas, of doing…whatever…to Lucas.You can do whatever you want to me.Jesus.“I just… I need you to tie me up. I can’t be trusted right now.” Lucas took a step closer, but August held up a hand. He couldn’t get the thought of hurting Lucas out of his head. “Please.”
Lucas examined him closely, his confusion evident. August wouldn’t be surprised if he kicked him out and told him never to come back. It was the most logical choice. Any sane person could see he was dangerous. He stood, dancing on a knife edge, as Lucas considered August’s request.
Finally, Lucas said, “Get undressed and lie down on the bed.”
August felt woozy from the tension that suddenly left his body. Lucas wasn’t kicking him out, and he wasn’t dismissing his concerns. He would be safe. Safe from August. Just in case.
He stripped, lying on his back on the mattress, watching as Lucas crossed to his closet, reaching for something on the top shelf, his t-shirt rising up to reveal a thin strip of skin. He fished around until he found what he was looking for, spinning and showing August his find. A set of government issue handcuffs dangled from his finger. He placed the small key on the side table before climbing onto August fully clothed, sitting on his chest to clip one cuff on his wrist.
“Tighter,” August demanded.
Lucas rolled his eyes but did as he asked, threading the chain behind one of the wooden dowels of the headboard before cuffing his other wrist. “There. Happy now, grumpy pants?”
August knew Lucas was teasing him, but he didn’t care. This was the best way to keep Lucas safe until the impulse to take him apart died down. “Yes. Now, you’re safe from me.”
Lucas peeled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor, leaning down to lick a stripe along the center of August’s chest. “But now, you’re not safe from me.” August’s breath hitched as Lucas tongued over one flat nipple, tugging it with his teeth, before sitting up again, reaching back to take August’s hard cock in hand, giving it a couple of firm strokes.
“You don’t have to worry, you know,” Lucas murmured, releasing him to fuse their mouths together in a long lingering kiss before biting over his jaw, nipping at his earlobe as he whispered, “If I wanted to, I could know every single thing you’re thinking. You can’t catch me by surprise. I won’t let you.”
August bucked his hips up against the empty air at Lucas’s taunt. “I’m not willing to risk it.”
Lucas sat back and shrugged, dragging blunt nails down August’s chest and belly. “Then I’m free to do whatever I want to you,” Lucas said. “Fine by me.”
August watched as he stood, removing his jeans and underwear. Naked Lucas was perfection, not overly toned or bulky, no washboard abs, but slightly defined arms and muscled calves like somebody who had spent a lifetime running.
August suddenly ached to touch him, to do all the things he’d thought of before. But now, he was trapped.
Lucas opened the nightstand drawer, grabbing a condom and the lube and tossing them on the bed beside August. He got rid of the pillows, tugging them out from underneath August’s head to toss them on the floor. He looked August over for one long moment before he climbed back over him, only this time, he was facing August’s feet, his knees braced on either side of August’s bound arms, his hard length dangling just above August’s lips.
He sucked in a breath as Lucas’s mouth closed over his already aching cock, eyes rolling at the wet suction. Fuck. Two could play that game. He lifted his head, taking Lucas in, flushing as his responding moan vibrated along August’s shaft to his balls. Lucas spread his knees, lowering himself so he could fuck into August’s mouth in short, shallow thrusts, almost like he worried he might hurt him. August would happily die choking on Lucas’s cock.
August tried to keep himself still—tried to give Lucas the same consideration he gave August—but found himself bending his knees, digging his heels into the mattress, thrusting up into Lucas’s mouth. Any worry he had that Lucas would be bothered dissipated when he slid his hands beneath August’s thighs, swallowing around August’s cock until his eyes rolled.
Then Lucas was pulling free of his lips and the heat of his mouth disappeared. Lucas grabbed the lube that had rolled beneath August’s thigh, and August watched as Lucas coated his fingers then reached back, giving August a perfect view as he massaged over his hole before pressing two fingers inside.
August had been stabbed more than once, shot in the thigh, had once even had a shuriken embedded into his shoulder thanks to Atticus’s terrible aim. But having Lucas right there, inches from his face, fingers working in and out of his tight hole, while August could do nothing? That was true torture.
It could have been his fingers, his tongue. He could have taken Lucas in a million different ways and Lucas would have let him. Had clearly wanted him to. And now, he was making August pay. Making him suffer for not having enough faith in his own self control. He was making a show of it, too, rocking back on his fingers, whispered curses falling from his lips each time he pushed back in.
“Lucas…” August said his name like a warning. He couldn’t break through steel but, with enough motivation, he could probably break the headboard.
Lucas looked over his shoulder at August. “What? You didn’t trust yourself to do this. So now, I have to prep myself all alone.”
“You’re not alone,” August said, tone bordering on sulky.
“What’s the matter? You wanna play, too?” Lucas teased, slipping his fingers free and wiping them on the sheets. He grabbed the foil packet and tore it with his teeth. August sucked in a breath when Lucas rolled it onto his leaking cock, slicking it with lube. When Lucas rose up on his knees, August said, “Turn around. I want to see your face.”
Lucas complied, turning to face him, straddling August’s hips, reaching behind him to grip the base of his cock, pressing it against his entrance. They both groaned as Lucas lowered himself down, taking August all the way to the root in one swift movement. “Oh, fuck. You’re even bigger than you look,” Lucas managed, giving a few experimental rolls of his hips.
August could barely talk. Each minute movement sent shocks of lightning along his nerve endings. Lucas placed his palms on August’s chest and began to slowly work himself up and down. “Fuck, you feel good,” Lucas moaned, quickening his pace.
“Christ, this is going to be over fast if you keep doing that,” August warned.
Lucas leaned over him, pressing words against his lips. “Fine. Your legs are free. You do the work.”
August didn’t even wait for Lucas to finish speaking, just braced his heels on the bed and fucked up into Lucas, but it wasn’t any better. If anything, it was worse. August couldn’t slow his thrusts, not when Lucas was so hot and tight and wet.
