Never Will I Ever

Twenty-Three

Kaleb

“You know, rule breaking looks good on you. Maybe you should do it more often.”

Shifting my attention from where I’ve just rehidden the lodge’s spare key, I find Avery watching me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He grins and pushes off the deck railing he’d been leaning against, approaching with a panther-like prowl.

My throat bobs as I swallow, and I shove the back door to the lodge open.

“You really shouldn’t be encouraging bad behavior in a place like this. Think of the children!”

Laughter bursts out of him, way louder than it should at this time of night, and I instantly slap my palm over his mouth. My reaction only has him laughing more, so I keep my hand firmly in place until his hysterics subside.

“That wasn’t meant to be funny,” I hiss when I finally release him.

“Oh, but it was.”

“It wouldn’t be if you got us caught.”

Another soft chuckle leaves him, and he lets out a hum that’s far more seductive than it should be. “Well, good thing there aren’t any kids around to catch us.”

With that, he steps past me and through the open doorway.

The idiot I am, I follow him into the darkened halls of the lodge until we reach the kitchen. It’s only once we’re inside, the door closed behind us, that I risk flipping on the light.

Avery doesn’t wait, instantly taking off toward the cupboards in search of snacks, and I have to rein in my amusement.

“No, no. You’re not gonna find anything out here.”

He casts a dubious glance over his shoulder, but when I motion for him to leave the cabinets alone and join me across the room at another door, he follows.

Pulling the door open, I reveal the small walk-in pantry and usher him inside.

The pantry isn’t all that large, barely big enough to fit three people with the door closed, with floor-to-ceiling shelves on one side and a countertop with cabinets on the other. The cabinets are where the kitchen staff stores most of the counter-top appliances and spare tin foil, plastic wrap, that kind of shit. Meanwhile, the shelves have tons of food lining them; everything from baking supplies to canned fruit and vegetables to what we actually came here for.

Junk food.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding all the good shit,” he mutters, aiming a knowing glance in my direction. “I think I’m even more annoyed you kept this from me over the Wi-Fi password.”

I snort, shaking my head. “You had to earn the spoils of war, Reynolds. I wasn’t gonna just hand them over willy-nilly.”

“You’re such a fucking dick sometimes.”

With that, he’s back to focusing on the task at hand: snack raiding.

His hands immediately land on two single serving bags of salt and vinegar chips before looking in the basket of chocolates and candy. After a few moments of digging, he pulls out a handful of Tootsie Rolls and Rolos.

“Salty and sweet,” I muse, eyeing the items he snatched from the shelves in approval. “Solid choices, I must admit.”

“The superior combo.”

Just like us.

The thought has my brain screeching to a halt, because what the fuck is my brain on right now? There’s no us when it comes to me and Avery. It’s just sex. Getting each other off and, hopefully, getting him past the backward way of thinking his stupid bigot of a father instilled in him. Anything more than that is off the table.

Shoving my rambling thoughts to the side, I pluck the snacks from his hands while he continues his search, and set them on the counter. “Grab me something too while you’re still looking.”

“Anything in particular?”

“Whatever works. I’m not picky.”

I lean back against the cabinets and watch him fumble around the shelves some more. He’s like a kid on Christmas morning right now, and it’s kind of adorable. Adorable in a weird, I-wanna-bend-you-over-and-fuck-you-where-you-stand kinda way.

I try not to let my thoughts run away with that idea, but it’s proving rather difficult when Avery’s ass is staring me in the face while he continues scrounging up snacks. Adding a view like this to the teasing from earlier, and my dick is already rock solid and begging for attention.

A fact which Avery remains oblivious to until I can’t fucking take it anymore.

I step forward, closing the already small amount of space between us, until my chest brushes against his back.

“Finding anything good?” I murmur before pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.

One hand lands on his hip and skims along his waistband, circling to the front before slowly dipping inside. His head falls back, landing on my shoulder when my nails scrape against the smattering of hair leading to his dick before retreating.

I repeat the process a few times, inching closer to his cock with every dip my hand makes into his pants but never quite getting there.

“Fuck,” he whispers, already rocking his hips. “What are you doing?”

The question comes out thick with lust, alerting me that he knows exactly what I’m doing. But if he wants to play that game, fine by me. I’m more than happy to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Oh, baby.” I tsk, continuing my torment. “Did you already forget the promise I made you earlier? About making you pay for how fucking hard you made me, only to not do anything about it?”

He glances over his shoulder at me, blue eyes lit ablaze with desire. “Believe me, I didn’t forget.”

A filthy smirk tugs at my lips.

Good.

My mouth finds his throat, and I slowly lick a path up to his ear while hooking my thumb into his waistband. I take my time dragging the fabric down just past his perfect ass, enjoying his sharp intake of breath once he’s exposed to me.

Reaching between us, I brush one finger over his crease, barely touching his skin while moving it from the base of his spine all the way down to the back of his upper thigh. It has the desired effect when he arches back for more, but each time he does, I quickly pull away.

The way he seeks my touch now is something of an addiction for me. Torturing him with feather-light caresses and the faintest brush of skin on skin sets my libido into hyperdrive, and I’ve even gone as far as turning it into a weapon.

Edging him to the brink of insanity before finally giving him what he wants.

Which should happen in just a few—

“Kaleb, please,” he pants. “I need more.”

Perfect.

My gaze flashes up into the pantry, taking stock of the items lining the shelves until I find something, literally anything, that might work as—

Gotcha.

With one hand, I reach above Avery’s head and snatch the neck of the glass bottle labeled “olive oil” from the shelf. Using my thumb, I twist the cap off and let it fall to the floor before looking back at Avery.

“Ass out and forearms on the shelf, baby.” Dragging my fingers down his spine until I reach his ass, I spread his cheeks apart and whisper, “And fair warning, this might get messy.”

He glances over his shoulder like I’ve lost my goddamn mind, but damn if he doesn’t follow my lead anyway, adjusting until he’s in the position I’ve requested.

Bottle of olive oil still in my other hand, I slowly tip the opening toward his crease. The tinted liquid spills onto his skin seconds later, slipping between his cheeks.

“Shit,” he mutters, his back and shoulders stiffening at the contact.

I chuckle, equally amused as turned on.

Part of me wants to drop to my knees and lick him clean, but the desperation to slide inside him has me shoving the thought to the side.

Using two fingers, I spread the oil up and down his crack, coating his rim with a thick layer before pressing one of them inside. His moan of pleasure could wake the dead, and it has my cock twitching in my pants.

“You’re still gonna have to be quiet,” I murmur before brushing my lips along the side of his throat. “We don’t need the cameras in the hall to pick up on the sounds you make while I fuck you.”

Adding a second finger, I work him open some more, scissoring the digits until he’s panting and thrusting back for more.

“Need you,” he whispers, his head dropping as he fucks himself faster on the digits.

“I know, baby,” I muse, rather enjoying this brazen, unabashed side of him. Probably a bit more than I should, because I tack on, “And you can have me when I’m done paying you back for earlier.”

Continuing my ministrations, I slide my fingers in and out of him teasingly. Pressing against his prostate and coaxing him closer to the edge, only to ease up the pressure all over again.

After a few minutes, Avery’s head drops to the shelf in front of him and he curses under his breath.

“Kaleb, please, ” he hisses.

“You had enough?”

“Yes. Fuck. Yes,” he pants, the words coming out in harsh, staccato breaths.

Thank God, because I don’t know how much longer I could’ve lasted without caving myself, even with as much as I love teasing him.

Not wasting any more time, I shove my pants and underwear down just enough to free my aching length, and reach for the bottle of oil again. Pouring it over my shaft, I spread it, meanwhile focusing all my energy on not coming before I can sink inside him. With his teasing from earlier, not to mention all the sexual tension we built throughout the day, it’s a wonder I haven’t exploded already by just fingering his ass.

“Kaleb,” he moans, and I don’t think I’ve ever loved the sound of my name on his lips more.

A deep chuckle leaves me, and I kiss his shoulder. “Patience, baby.”

He lets out a disgruntled noise that quickly turns into a groan when I rub the tip of my cock against his rim. The scent of olive oil invades my nostrils as I briefly tease his hole, swiping it over the tight bud before gently pressing my hips forward. His muscles give as I crown him, allowing the head of my cock to slide inside with little resistance. I had every intention of easing into it, but Avery has other plans apparently, pressing his hips back until I bottom out inside him.

“Oh my God,” he moans, the words coming out on a harsh exhale.

Leaning closer, I press my chest to his back and whisper in his ear.

“I thought I told you to have patience,” I tease, nipping at his earlobe. “Maybe I should pull out of you for that. Really teach you a lesson.”

Despite my threat, there’s no way in hell I can make good on it. My cock is already twitching inside him, the need to come built up like a skyscraper I’m desperate to jump from.

I glide in and out of his ass with ease thanks to the oil, pressing all the way to the hilt and holding myself there every few thrusts. And it feels so good. Too fucking good.

“I’m not gonna last,” I pant.

He shakes his head, a low moan coming out before he manages a soft “me either” in response.

Good, then I’m making it quick and dirty.

Sweat beads along my hairline as I piston into him, every thrust getting harder and more hurried while I watch my cock disappear inside his body. I don’t think I’ve ever been more mesmerized by a sight.

Fuck northern lights and star-filled skies and sunsets and mountain views.

There’s nothing better than seeing my cock slide in and out of him while he grips the shelves in front of him for dear life.

“Your ass is…Goddamn, Aves. It’s the thing dreams are made of. I wish you could see us like this. Watch as I slide in and out of you.”

Shit, I may not have bottomed in years, but the thought of letting him have a view like this far outweighs my preferences on who gets to be inside the other. And besides, who says it has to be one way or the other with us.

Us.

My eyes sink closed briefly, that stupid word again, worming its way into my train of thought when it has no business being there. But I shove it away. Lock it up and throw away the key, and start driving into him with enough force to topple every damn shelf in this room.

Soon enough, he’s slamming his hips back against me, impaling himself on my length with every thrust. We keep moving like that, bodies meeting with unrelenting force, as we drive each other further up the mountain, the peak damn near in sight now.

Avery’s hand leaves the shelf, reaching between his legs to grab his dick, and starts jacking his length. Taking control of his pleasure.

And though he can’t see it, a sinful smile pulls at my lips.

“That’s right, baby. Fuck your fist,” I command, my fingers tightening on his waist. “I want you with me. Squeezing and milking all the cum from my cock.”

I snap my hips forward in quick succession with the command, damn near punishingly. Every press and grind of our bodies is more addicting than the last, loving the way it draws another moan or sigh from his perfect lips.

Our pace becomes frantic as the scent of sex and sweat fills the room, it’s potency turning need into desperation. My lust reaches an all-time high, and I’m hyper-aware of the fire my body’s been consumed in, each powerful thrust inside him stoking the flame.

And, fuck, I crave the burn.

“I’m getting—” He groans, forehead dropping to the shelf in front of him. “Shit, I’m close.”

“Then come.”

He’s pushing back harder now, taking me to the hilt over and over again. Each thrust draws more harsh pants from him, and I realize I must be hitting that perfect spot inside him; the one that makes him fall apart, shattering into millions of pieces.

And shatter, he fucking does.

His ass clenches around my dick, clamping and squeezing as release slams into him. Cum spills from his cock, coating the floor between his feet, and the sight and sound of him coming undone sends me over the edge right after him.

I’m in free fall, the euphoric high taking over my extremities as I fill his ass, claiming him from the inside out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, using him to work through my orgasm.

My forehead falls to the space between his shoulder blades as I catch my breath, both my cock and his ass pulsing from release. I could stay right here forever, coming down from this high, but we’ve already risked too much by having sex behind a door that doesn’t lock…that’s also in a public building.

Cum begins dripping from him the second I pull from his body, and I press a quick kiss between his shoulder blades before stepping away.

“Hold on. Don’t move.”

Turning around, I flip open the cabinets until I find some paper towels to clean up with. After quickly righting myself, I tear off a few sheets at the perforated line and go back into the kitchen to wet them in the sink. To Avery’s credit, he’s still waiting there when I return, and I drop to a knee behind him and start cleaning him up.

Quickly but thoroughly, I wipe away the oil and cum coating his skin, mesmerized by my release slowly leaking past his rim. I fight the urge to push it back in, forcing him to keep it inside his ass, if only so he remembers just who it is that fucked him. Who he fucking belongs to. But those aren’t the kinds of thoughts you have about the person you’re just screwing for pleasure. It’s the kind for…something a lot more complicated than that.

Something that’s begun to look a lot more like what I actually want.

Shoving the thoughts aside, I finish my task before wiping the floor at his feet too. Once all proof of our sins has been erased, I pat his ass playfully, attempting to balance out the heavier feeling still resting on my chest.

“Good as new.”

Rising, I step away and toss the used paper towels in the trash outside the door, giving him some room to straighten himself in peace. Or maybe it’s to give myself a minute of reprieve from the emotions that’ve been tapping against my skull like a petulant child trying to get their mother’s attention.

Avery steps out of the pantry a few moments later—the snacks I’d all but forgotten about in hand—and the only evidence of what we’d just done is the flush present on his cheeks and neck.

I’m just about to lead him out of the lodge and back to safety when he opens his mouth as if to speak, only for nothing to come out.

I frown. “What?”

He blinks a couple times before shaking his head, then lets out a disoriented little laugh. “Did you really just fuck me in the pantry using olive oil for lube?”

I chuckle and shoot him a mischievous wink, any and all heaviness gone thanks to the dazed expression on his face.

“Sure did, Aves. Rebellious enough for you?”

Moonlight streams in through the cabin’s window, creating streaks of light against the wall over my bed that look like laser beams. I’ve been studying them silently for the better part of an hour, all while listening to the wind rustling the trees outside and the soft sound of Avery’s gentle breathing.

He’s peacefully asleep beside me, his forehead pressed against the side of my neck, and it stirs conflicted feelings in my chest.

I’m aware letting him spend the night is most likely a mistake. It’s one I had no intention of making once we got back to the cabin—snacks in tow—to watch a few episodes of Criminal Minds before it was time for him to head to his own bed.

Something inside me held him there, though. Kept his body pressed against mine like it was my own personal source of gravity.

Of course, I told myself I just wanted five more minutes with him pressed against me, then I’d make him leave. But five turned to ten, then twenty, and before I realized it, Avery’s breathing completely evened out, becoming a slow, steady rhythm against my ribcage.

After that, I didn’t have it in me to wake him, so instead, I sunk into the heat of his body tucked against me. Pairing it with the orgasm from earlier, and it should have been enough to drag me into the peaceful oblivion that is sleep.

Should being the operative word.

Instead, my mind’s been spinning like a top for hours now, no reprieve in sight, and it has everything to do with the agonizing man curled up beside me.

Shifting slightly, I glance down at his sleeping form illuminated by the light streaking in through the window.

He’s softer when he’s unconscious; the lines of his features are less sharp and severe than they are in the light of day. Or maybe it’s that the mask he’s been wearing has fallen to the side, and I’m seeing his true face.

The one—I’m beginning to realize—few people know exists.

Lifting the arm that he isn’t tucked in, I slowly bring my hand to his face and gently caress his skin. My fingers trace his jaw from his ear to chin, then back again, committing the feel of it beneath my skin to memory. Despite having spent the better part of an hour touching and feeling every inch of him earlier, I can’t seem to stop.

Can’t seem to rein in the feelings causing my heart to stampede in my chest.

Can’t seem to get enough of whatever this has become.

And that, right there, is the biggest fucking problem.

The emotions he’s been stirring in me lately, but earlier tonight especially, are ones that complicate things. Severely.

Wanting to claim him? Own him? Make him mine?

That’s not what this is supposed to be.

I’ve been convincing myself that this is just fun, casual sex for weeks. I’ve even gone as far as thinking of it like a community service, allowing Avery to safely explore his sexuality and overcome his demons with me rather than going out in the world and hurting other innocent people. But despite rationalizing the choice to my own mind, it wasn’t able to stop what I’m feeling.

It goes deeper than lust and desire. And, yeah, it goes deeper than just friendship too.

I like him.

I fucking want him.

Not just his body, but him.

His mind, his flaws, his insecurities.

All the little pieces of who he is, no matter how deep Shame sank its claws into them. I wanna know each and every one, if only to show him that he doesn’t need to be defined by those thoughts. That he’s more than the trauma that brought him here.

Brought him to me.

Closing my eyes at the thought, I roll my head to the side, pull in a deep breath, and slowly release it.

This is so stupid.

My instincts are telling me to distance myself, because there’s no way in fucking hell this can ever be anything more than what it is right now. And even with where we’re at, there’s little chance it’ll end well.

After all, he’s still the guy who was expelled for outing two innocent people.

And I’m still the guy who turned him in for it.

But despite it all, I still want him.

I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do with that.