Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Langston
I’d never felt like so much shit in my life.
My soul was wailing for him, my heart pulsing pain through my chest with every beat.
I’d been stupid as fuck as a teen, and I wished like hell I could take back every hurtful word I’d thrown at him.
I wished I’d been there as his protector instead of his bully.
I should have matured and changed my ways long before now. Cove hadn’t deserved this.
He was everything good and light in this world, and I fucking hated that I’d tainted him. I’d helped drag him into darkness, and now I had to fight to make him shine again.
But I would, even if it was the last damn thing I did. I’d fight until my last dying breath just so he could glow again.
I pressed another kiss to his hip before rising to my feet and stripping out of my clothes as well. I wasn’t leaving him alone. I was terrified to. What if the turmoil he felt inside of him tonight made him want to harm himself again?
I swallowed vomit when the image of him holding a razor to his wrist as blood rushed from his veins slid through my mind.
No.
I wouldn’t let that happen again.
Cove hiccuped. I gripped the back of his neck and rested my forehead on his, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’m here, baby boy. Just let me finish getting you undressed, okay? Then, we’ll take a nice, hot shower before we cuddle in bed together. Sound good?”
He sniffled and nodded. I tucked my thumbs into the band of his briefs before pulling them down his slender thighs to pool on the floor.
He stepped out of them, and then I led him to the shower.
After reading the knobs, I turned the hot water on before adding a little bit of cold.
With my hand resting on his elbow, I let him step into the shower, stepping in after him.
“Can I bathe you?” I asked him, resting my hands on his bony hips. I needed to get him to eat more, and thankfully, I was good at following recipes.
A blush burned across his pale cheeks. He sheepishly nodded his head, casting his eyes down.
Such a sweet boy.
I grabbed his loofah from the wall and lathered it with his eucalyptus-scented body wash.
I grabbed his hand in mine and held his arm out, rubbing the loofah over his skin.
His entire body flushed when I got to his cock, and a small whimper spilled from his pretty lips when I grabbed his length in my hand, cleaning him thoroughly as I watched his gorgeous features change as pleasure took over.
His eyelids fluttered, his lips softly parting. His prick was jerking in my hand with every leisurely stroke I made, and I had to bite back a groan. He was the perfect size—small just like the rest of him. My own cock leaked precum when he moaned.
“That feel good, baby?” I roughly asked him.
He jerkily nodded his head, pants falling from those fuckable lips of his.
I backed him up into the water, letting the shower head slowly rinse the soap from his body as I continued to stroke him.
With my free hand, I laced my fingers into his dark hair and yanked his head back, leaning down to cover his lips with mine.
Another moan crawled up his throat, and he eagerly responded, his lips tentatively moving with mine. I slowed my pace, letting him get used to kissing someone. It was clear he’d never been kissed like this before, and fuck, my body thrummed at the thought of being his first.
I’d claim him in every single way I could, so long as he let me.
“Langston,” he whimpered when I quickened the pace of my hand, stroking him faster and harder. His legs shook, his head falling forward, resting on my chest. I wrapped my arm around him, giving him that connection I knew he needed as I quickly brought him to an orgasm.
The sounds coming from his sweet mouth were pure filth.
I wanted to grab my cock and stroke myself to the sound of those sensual noises, but this was about him—not me.
From now on, my entire world revolved around him, and if that meant I had to put my needs second for the rest of my life, then that was what I’d do. I no longer gave a fuck.
This boy was everything to me.
“Langston!” he cried out right as his orgasm ripped through him.
He clutched at my shoulders, his blunt nails pressing into my skin as his cum shot all over my thigh.
I quickly released him and pulled him close to me, rubbing his back as I waited for his heart to stop racing and his trembling to cease.
“You okay?” I asked him a minute later.
He nodded. “Y-yeah.” I leaned him back a little so I could look down at him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dazed. I grinned at him. Fuck, he looked adorable like this.
“Think you can stand long enough for me to wash your hair?” I asked him.
He sleepily nodded. I slowly released him, making sure he was steady on his feet before I grabbed his shampoo and began washing his hair, letting my nails scrape his scalp. He sighed in contentment, relaxing into my touch.
He had no idea how precious he was.
Once I had his hair rinsed, I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.
Grabbing a towel off the shelf, I held it out, wrapping his slender body up in it so I could dry him off.
He continued blushing as I took care of him.
I hoped he never lost the sweet innocence about him.
It made him unique. That tender innocence was what made Cove himself.
“Alright, baby boy. Let’s get you to bed so you can take a nap.”
“Clothes?” he asked, his cheeks burning even brighter.
I turned to him, grabbing his bare hip. He sucked in a sharp breath, his wide, blue eyes locking on mine.
I brushed my thumb over his pale skin. “Do you want clothes? I like sleeping naked, baby.” I brushed my other hand up his rib cage.
“I’d like it if you were naked with me. I think you’ll like the skin-to-skin contact. ”
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing spilled past those lips, so he just nodded his head. Grabbing his hand in mine and linking our fingers together, I led him over to the bed, pulling back his blankets so he could slide in. Then, I slid in beside him.
“You promise you’re not running away while I’m asleep?” he quietly asked me.
I let my fingers trail over his belly, loving the way it quivered beneath my light touch. “Not going anywhere, baby boy. I’ll be right here with you,” I promised him.
He let his eyes trail over me, his eyes stopping where my cock was just barely hidden by the covers. That blush stained his cheeks again. “You don’t need to, um…” his voice trailed off, becoming smaller.
“Tonight was about you, baby,” I told him gently. I could wait. I didn’t need anything but to take care of him.
He swallowed nervously. “Can I watch?” he asked quietly, hiding his face from me as he asked.
“I will if you look at me and ask again,” I gently told him. I needed to see his face and those pretty, expressive eyes when he asked if he could watch me get myself off.
He quickly shook his head. I hummed and closed my eyes. I could practically hear his brain whirring from where I was, but I didn’t say anything. If he really wanted it, he’d ask again. If he never asked, I wouldn’t pressure him. But I needed him to know there was nothing to be ashamed of with me.
This was all new to him. I understood that. But I wanted him to tell me what he wanted; I wanted him to get comfortable with that.
“Langston?” I opened my eyes to find him looking at me. He bit his lower lip before opening his mouth. “Can I watch you get yourself off?” he softly asked.
Fuuuuck. Sinful words from a sweet boy would be my fucking undoing.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, kissing him softly—sweetly.
“Yes, baby boy.” I rolled onto my back and moved the blanket off of me, grabbing my cock in my hand. He sucked in a sharp breath of air, his eyes locked on my hand. I ran my palm over the tip of my shaft, gathering the precum there before I rubbed it down my cock.
I started slow, letting him get used to it, before I went faster, groaning, my eyes shutting as I imagined sinking into his virgin ass, pushing past that tight ring of muscle for the first time.
His breathing quickened next to me, and I jerked in response when his fingers gently touched the head of my shaft. I didn’t stop, afraid to deter him. My balls drew up tight, and I changed my pace, trying to keep myself from nutting when he was finally getting brave enough to touch me and explore.
“It’s so soft,” he whispered. I opened my eyes, watching him as he slid his fingers over mine, his touch tentative and a little unsure. I gritted my teeth when he trailed those same fingers over my balls. “Why are yours so much bigger than mine?”
“I don’t know, baby boy,” I rasped. “Every man is built differently.”
“I like how big you are.” He turned those lust-filled, baby-blue eyes to me. “Can I taste?”
Shiiiit.
“Baby boy, if I let you taste me, I’m going to come in your mouth,” I growled, my body tensing. I was so fucking close.
His cheeks burned. “Can I try?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I jerkily nodded my head, releasing my cock so he could grab it in his much smaller hand. His fingers barely touched around my girth. I fisted my hands in the sheets beneath me, watching as he slowly lowered his head and licked the tip of my cock.
Fuuuuuuck.
He did it again. I glared up at the ceiling, breathing harshly as I tried to control myself. He was fucking wrecking me.
“Fuck!” I shouted when he wrapped those pretty lips around me, flicking his tongue over my head. “Baby boy, I’m going—”
I erupted in his mouth. He choked at first, some of it spilling from his lips, but then he began to swallow, his eyes wide as he did so.
Once I was empty, I quickly gathered him close to me, sealing our lips together, tasting myself on his tongue.
He whimpered into the kiss, lost in the ecstasy between us, thrusting against my hip.
I let him, not deterring him a bit as I continued making out with him. In fact, I just slid my hand down and gripped his ass cheek in the palm of my hand, helping him along. He cried out, coming again for the second time that night, his body shuddering.
I kissed him again, this time softer and sweeter. “You have no fucking idea how addicted I am to you, sweet boy,” I murmured.
He tucked his face against my chest, hiding from me again. But that was alright. Because one day, he wouldn’t want to hide anymore.
Because one day, he’d become addicted to the way I looked at him.
I gently rolled him to his back before sliding out of bed. I ran my finger along my thigh, grabbing some of his cum before I popped my finger in my mouth, sucking it off. He covered his face with a pillow when I caught him watching me.
“Better get used to it, baby boy, because one day, there won’t be a drop that doesn’t go inside my mouth, you hear me?”
He squeaked in answer. I huskily laughed and walked into the bathroom to get a damp cloth to clean us up. He kept his face covered as I cleaned his pretty cock. But when I crawled back into bed next to him, I moved the pillow and patted my chest.
“Time for naked cuddles, baby boy.”
He was so red in the face, a doctor would probably be concerned, but nonetheless, he scooted closer to me until our bodies were flush, and he rested his head on my chest, a soft sigh leaving his lips.
I kissed the top of his head and tightened my arm around him, my free hand grabbing his, linking our fingers together.
“Sweet dreams, baby boy,” I whispered.