5. Shane
Chapter 5
Shane
Seeing Archer dart across the street in front of me was enough of a cosmic sign that I knew I should pull over and go talk to him. I’d been thinking about him for days. Ever since he stopped in at The Anchor to see Cyrus, he’d been on my mind. So had Cyrus, but in a different way. Cyrus, I worried about. He was still brooding about his brother, and even though his mood had evened out, I could tell it was still weighing on him.
Archer had been on my mind because… well, I was a man and he was my type and it had been a while. I didn’t often bring people home that I met at work, because shitting where you ate was always a recipe for disaster.
But Archer’s blue eyes and the way he held himself apart from everything made me want to break down his walls. I pulled into a parking spot and watched Archer grab a seat in the park under a tree. He pulled out his sketchbook, indicating that he’d be there for a while and giving me time to pop into a convenience store on the corner for a couple Slurpees.
Did I know what I was doing? Absolutely the fuck not. All I knew was that Archer had the look of a person who needed a friend. And if it got Cyrus to stop moping and brooding, that was a bonus.
Archer saw me approaching and closed his sketchbook. Pity, I’d have loved a peek. Whatever he had going on in those pages had me curious. Maybe another time I could get him to show me. Some people weren’t too fond of sharing their work, but a boy could dream.
“Here,” I said as I folded myself down and sat on the grass next to him. I handed him a slushie.
“What’s in it?” Archer eyed the cup suspiciously.
“A little of everything.” That was the only real way to have a slushie. Everyone knew that.
“Thanks.” Archer took a drink and I tried not to watch the way his lips wrapped around the straw. Instead I focused on not looking at him.
“Did Cyrus put you up to this?” Archer sipped his drink.
“I saw you come into the park and I thought I’d stop and say hi.”
He leaned against the tree and made a point to not look at me. “How much did he tell you?”
“Would you believe me if I said nothing?”
Archer laughed. “That’s a lie. Cyrus has a big mouth.”
“Okay, so he told me the highlights. How your business partner fucked you over and that you’re staying with him for a while, but that’s it.”
He took a deep breath and it whooshed out all at once. “That’s the whole story. All my eggs were in one basket and he fucked off with the basket.” Archer turned his head and looked at me, blue eyes full of quiet rage.
“That sucks.” I sipped at my drink, wincing when pain slashed through my skull. My eye closed involuntarily and I lifted my free hand, pressing it against my eye socket.
“Brain freeze?” Archer sounded amused, and with my one good eye I saw him smirk .
“Glad you find it humorous.” I forced a couple deep breaths into my lungs and waited for the pain to subside. “Now I remember why I haven’t had one of these in years.”
He reached over and plucked the slushie from my grasp. In the time it took me to recover from the stabbing agony of a brain freeze, Archer had drank most of my slushie.
“Help yourself,” I told him. He smiled at me. A flash of teeth and it was gone again.
“I thought I’d save you from yourself.”
“How kind of you.”
He tipped the cup at me. “Happy to help.”
“Is there a way I can help you?”
If Archer rolled his eyes any harder, he was going to give himself a concussion.
“Are you sure Cyrus didn’t put you up to this?”
“Absolutely sure. Cyrus has nothing to do with this.”
“Ah, so you’re naturally nosy.”
“I prefer the term inquisitive.”
Archer eyed me… scrutinized was probably a better word for it. My skin heated under the weight of his stare.
“What I really need, Shane, is to fuck someone so hard I forget my name,” he paused and leaned back, letting his gaze drag over me again. Letting me see him do it.
Fuck, I loved how he said my name.
It was a bad idea. A terrible fucking idea. But, God, Archer’s stare was hotter than the sun, far more intense. Captivating. He pinned me in place with his challenge. The most likely scenario was that he was fucking with me. Most people looked at me and decided that I was a top. Someone they could count on to rough them up a bit. Hold them down, fuck them through the floor. Nothing was further from the truth.
It dawned on me that Archer hadn’t made that assumption. My blood sang through my veins, thickening my cock in my jeans. Fuck. This was about to get really embarrassing.
I shouldn’t let Archer fuck me. But he said it would help, and Cyrus had wanted his brother to have someone to lean on. Someone to help him. This wasn’t what he’d imagined, but it was what Archer would accept.
“If you’re looking for a willing bottom, there’s one right here.” The words were surprisingly easy to say.
Heat flared in Archer’s eyes. If he had concerns about Cyrus’s opinion, he didn’t voice them either. This wasn’t about him and I refused to think about him now. It had been months since I’d found someone to scratch that itch with.
“You bottom?”
I nodded. “Dedicated beefy bottom. Most people look at me and think I’m a top.”
Bitterness tinged the edges of his laugh, but none of it was aimed at me.
“I have the same problem. I’m five-six on my best day. And I don’t care how magical some guy says his dick is or how much he promises I’ll enjoy it. I promise I won’t.”
I pushed myself to my feet and held my hand out to Archer. His gaze traveled up my body, clocking the hard-on I was sporting. Fuck it, I didn’t care about being in public. Okay, I did a little, because the heat in my cheeks had nothing to do with the sun.
“Are you coming?”
Archer grinned at me and handed me an empty slushie cup, then got to his feet. “Lead the way. ”
In two minutes, we were parked out back at The Anchor. Archer looked at me in a quizzical way. “I hope you’re not planning a bathroom hookup.”
I scoffed at the idea of hooking up in the bathroom. “There’s an apartment above the bar.”
“No shit?” Archer followed me out of the car, his hands tucked in his pockets. I watched him glance around the parking lot.
“Cyrus won’t be here for a while yet. You’re fine.”
Unlocking the back door, I went to the top of the stairs and unlocked the door to the apartment. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Archer still there, leaning against the wall.
“You can change your mind,” I offered, relieved when he shook his head.
“Get in there before I fuck you right here on the landing.”
I hoped he didn’t see the way I shivered when he spoke to me like that. The deep gravelly rasp of his voice and the give no shit, take no shit attitude went straight to my cock. The way he grinned at me, sly and smug like he’d just uncovered all my secrets, told me that I was in trouble.
I pushed the door open and walked inside, trying not to look nervous. I was. Or awkward. Too late. Or that I was so horny I couldn’t think. I was that too. Archer flicked the lock on the door behind him, and the sound made me flinch. I didn’t know why. I’d had sex before. Random hookups. Relationships. But often there’d been a layer of disappointment, of not quite getting what I wanted. Of not giving into doing things I didn’t want, but walking away unsatisfied and sad.
Hands pressed against my sides, moved up my ribs. Archer mapped the span of my shoulders before dragging his hands down my back.
“You’re a big bugger, aren’t you? ”
My mouthful of cotton wouldn’t let me speak. Archer didn’t seem to need me to say anything, though.
“Go get the supplies.”
My brain kicked into gear enough that I didn’t hesitate to follow his command. I went to the bathroom and fished around in the vanity for condoms and lube. I’d moved them back up here after Mickey moved out because in the back of my head I’d wanted to find someone to bring up here. That’s why I hadn’t rented it out yet, much to Kieran’s displeasure.
Wasting time thinking about anything but how much I ached wasn’t going to make it go away. I went back to the living room and found Archer standing there with his cock out. He stroked it, long and slow and stared at me as I approached. I walked right up to him and looked down into his face. He looked up at me and his smile grew like a slow-moving storm.
“You want a taste first?” Archer let go of his dick and grabbed the supplies from me. Tearing a condom off the row, he tossed the others aside. “Someone’s ambitious.”
He held my gaze, then flicked his eyes down. “On your knees.”
I went willingly. Clumsily. Half drunk on endorphins already. Archer’s hand was on his cock again and suddenly I had a fist in my hair. Gripping and tugging a handful, he held me in place and swiped the head of his cock across my lips. “Can I call you names and shit? Or is that like a limit for you?”
My eyes closed and I breathed through my nose as deep as I could. “You can do anything you want, Archer.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Unless he tied me down, he was a lot smaller than me. There was nothing he could do to me that I didn’t want done .
Archer dragged the head of his dick against my lips again. A wicked smile flashed across his face. “Open your pretty mouth, slut.”
I opened. Already desperate to come, my cock throbbed in my jeans, trapped and unhappy about it. But I ignored it in favor of relishing every single moment of this. Of the harsh hold Archer had on my hair and the way he slowly slid his cock into my mouth, gauging how much room he had, what my gag reflex was like.
His dick was gorgeous. Long and thick, but without being something that was going to choke me to death or tear my ass apart. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me with it. God, it had been fucking years since I’d been this desperate for it.
“Suck.”
God, fucking finally. I hollowed my cheeks and took him to the root. My hands slid up the backs of his legs and I cupped his ass, pulling him closer. Archer’s hold on my hair tightened and sparks of pain shot through me.
“Holy—fuck—slow down, Shane. God—”
I pulled back, releasing his cock. It bobbed in the air between us, twitching and writhing all on its own. He’d been close. I loved that I’d gotten him to the edge so fast. But I also didn’t want this to be over quickly. I changed tactics, teasing him instead of devouring.
Archer’s breathing evened out, mostly, as my tongue danced around the head of his cock. I licked him from tip to root and back again. Licked his balls. He trembled at the knees when I did that and he used my shoulders as a brace to keep himself upright. He gripped my face and fucked me with short, sharp thrusts then he pulled away and motioned to the couch.
“Get naked. Get comfortable,” he panted.
I watched him strip his shirt off over his head, then shove his pants down to the floor. He was thin and pale and fucking stunning. Defiant in the way he tipped his chin upward, like he was challenging me to look at him and find fault. Graceful in the way he motioned with his hand, ordering me to the couch.
I stripped out of my shirt where I knelt, then crawled over to the couch. Archer made a strangled noise in his throat. Upon reaching my destination, I stood long enough to take my jeans off, then I knelt on the couch, facing the back. I folded my arms over it and waited, legs spread.
Archer didn’t leave me waiting long. A warm, sleek body pressed up against me. Lips brushed against the back of my shoulder. My neck. Hands tickled down my side. Danced down into the crease of my ass. They pressed against my hole. Dropping my head down to rest on my arms, I took a deep breath, shocked at how shaky it was.
Archer stroked his hand down my back again, soothing me. Then the click of a lube cap and the telltale squelching sound came before the press of slick fingers to my hole.
“Deep breath, that’s it. Such a whore for me.”
I moaned and arched my back to stick my ass out, begging for him to keep touching me.
“Look at you, all sweaty and needy already.” Archer kissed my shoulder again. He worked one finger in and out until one finger was nothing. Worse than nothing. A slight intrusion that lit me up, but still teased me because it would be better if only it were more. He was driving me nuts. Desperation clawed at my skin.
Then another finger joined the first one and he stroked it over my prostate. I cried out and shoved my hand down to grab the base of my cock.
Archer’s laugh was low and smug, and he did it again until I was leaking and pushing back on his fingers. Fuck, they were spectacular. Delicate, nimble, strong. Capable of great and terrible things. A third finger nearly undid me. Sweat gathered on the back of my neck and a drop slid down my spine. Archer licked it off my skin and hummed in approval.
His fingers withdrew abruptly, but then the head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
“Tell me you want it.” Archer held back. He trembled against me, his own need threatening to overtake him and rip him apart the same way mine had decimated me. “Tell me.”
“Please,” I choked out, half ruined already and Archer wasn’t even close to being done with me. He thrust into me with a long, firm slide that opened me the rest of the way. He gripped my hips and I grabbed the back of the couch as he pulled back before fucking into me again. Harder this time. Faster too. Releasing the death grip I had on the couch, I relaxed. “Please, fuck me.”