Chapter Four
F ucking hell, Fisher was a vision and Justice would never get tired of looking at the man. Not in this lifetime anyway.
He’d dreamed about this moment for what felt like forever and he wanted to take his time and draw it out.
Fisher worried his bottom lip and Justice stalked closer as his brain started analyzing if this was the right thing to do.
Was this the right way to get what he wanted?
To get Fisher.
And keep the man forever?
He wanted to date Fisher. But fuck, he wanted way more than one date. He wanted…
What?
A lifetime?
Right then, all he knew was that he wanted to possess Fisher at any cost, but the niggling doubts crowded in.
He knew Fisher was sexually attracted to him, but was it more than getting his rocks off?
His brain was making this more complicated than it needed to be, but that was the way he rolled. He’d gotten it into his head that Fisher belonged to him and if they made love, there would be no going back.
Right now, he might, and it was a big might, be able to walk away. Once he was inside of Fisher and vice versa, he would… no, he could never go back. That was how he was hardwired.
When he finally committed, he gave his everything.
Fisher sat on the bed and then used his arms to slide his naked body back on the mattress and Justice leaned over, hands on the bed, and gazed into the man’s eyes. The feeling was surreal as their hard cocks leaked between them.
Fisher’s hands stroked fingers across his forehead, smoothing out his frown. When Fisher ground upward and send his hard cock thrusting against his abs, Justice clenched his teeth to keep some semblance of control.
“There you go, thinking too much,” Fisher whispered and squirmed until the man managed to roll them.
Justice’s back met the mattress and Fisher climbed over to straddle his lap, grinding his balls down on his cock. Justice found his eyes locked on Fisher’s gyrating hips. So fucking sexy his mouth went dry.
When Fisher reached down and gripped his cock hard, a sound left his throat. Fisher scooted back and dropped his head down. Before Justice could process, Fisher took him in his warm wet mouth to the root.
Fuck! Justice groaned and fisted the bedspread while Fisher devoured him. He could only take it so long and powerlifted to sit up. Fisher’s mouth popped off his dick with a sucking sound and the man licked at his glistening lips.
Justice growled and lifted Fisher. In seconds, he rolled them and put Fisher beneath him on the bed. The slender man’s grin was breathtaking and his hands were hungry as they slid up over his back and up his sides. Fisher wrapped his legs around his waist tightly and sent his cock grinding between them.
Leaning down, he caught Fisher’s lips in a slow aching kiss. Fisher opened for him and it gripped at his own need for control. Their tongues tangled together before Fisher nipped at him—teeth biting at his mouth, and Justice groaned.
Sliding his arms around Fisher, he rolled them so the man was above him.
When Fisher’s thighs settled on each side of his waist, his own cock turned to steel.
He wrapped Fisher’s dark hair around his fist and drew the man’s mouth down to his. Kissing those parted lips became more important than air. Sucking at the bottom lip, he delved inside again, tasting.
Releasing Fisher’s hair, he swept his hands down the man’s sides and laced both hands with Fisher’s.
“I don’t want to be up here,” Fisher breathed against his mouth and it took a moment for Justice to work out the man’s meaning.
Pushing upward, he rolled them again and settled his hips between Fisher’s splayed thighs. With the weight of his body, Justice pinned Fisher beneath him. He caught and drew the man’s arms up next to his head and held his hands flat to the bed.
Pulling his mouth from those tasty lips, he roamed down over Fisher’s chest, over his ribcage before making his way upward, ghosting over one nipple and then the other. He swirled his tongue around the hard nubs. Fisher’s back bowed and the sounds coming from the man’s throat sent Justice into heated overdrive.
He roamed his lips downward to Fisher’s leaking cock and swallowed the man down, causing Fisher to jerk upward.
Justice held the slighter man firmly, sliding his cock in until it lodged in the back of his throat.
Fisher’s hands twisted in his grip; his hands gyrated.
“Justice…”
The growl of his name accompanying Fisher’s writhing body had Justice growing lightheaded.
The cock in his mouth thickened and Fisher grew tense. Only then did he pull off. No way did he want Fisher shooting off this quickly. He rose above Fisher and caught those swollen lips. He devoured Fisher’s mouth with biting kisses.
Justice slipped a hand down one of Fisher’s knees and lifted it up. Popping the lube bottle open, he dumped enough out before he sent his fingers exploring between Fisher’s cheeks. The man gave him a frustrated moan when he pushed in one finger and then slipped it out.
Thank fuck they didn’t need condoms was his first thought when he aimed and nudged the tip of his cock at Fisher’s tight entrance. Halting for just a minute, Justice struggled for control.
Their gazes locked and held and Justice felt his heart ache. Fisher looked at him as if he was a hero.
He was no white knight, but he wanted to be for Fisher.
He pressed forward, inch by inch, watching the pleasure spread over Fisher’s beautiful face.
“Maaaaan,” Fisher breathed.
Justice waited for Fisher to adjust, but it was fucking torture.
Screw this. He slipped his arms around Fisher and rolled them.
His cock slipped out, but before he could reposition, Fisher now on top, reached and positioned his dick.
When the man sank down over him, taking his cock deep, Justice forgot to breathe.
Fisher wasn’t slow. He jammed down hard and fast. Leaning over him, that long dark hair fell around them, stroking his body, and Justice thought his head would explode. Both of them. Fisher caressed his chest and planted both palms on his pecs for leverage.
Grinding down, Fisher lifted up and then down, taking him to the hilt again.
“Fuuuuck,” Justice choked the word out and clenched both hands into Fisher’s ass cheeks.
The man leaned over and kissed him.
Their open mouths met and tongues fucked as fiercely as their bodies.
“Nnnnh,” he grunted against Fisher’s lips, chasing after another biting kiss.
Fisher didn’t slow down one bit, not even when Justice found himself thrusting his hips wildly upward. He gripped Fisher’s ass and slammed up again and then again, sending his dick deep. Fisher tore his mouth away and gasped against his neck, sucking where Justice was sure would leave a mark.
Small sounds of gulping air followed the man’s needy moans.
The sounds Fisher was making drew answering groans from him. No words were needed to understand the hunger and the desire to fucking come. His cock swelled and he groaned.
“Fisher…”
“Hmmm,” Fisher gasped against his neck, slamming his hips down, taking his cock deep.
Justice reached between them. He closed his hand around Fisher’s leaking cock and squeezed him hard. Fisher gasped and bucked. Justice brushed his thumb against the man’s wet tip and pressed the tip of his thumb into the slit before swirling his finger around.
Fisher growled into his mouth, pulled back, and yelled. Bucking wildly, Fisher shot ropes of white up his abs, one shot hit his chest.
Justice gritted his teeth, riding it out. When Fisher slumped forward, he pistoned up into the man’s ass, once and then twice. The room disappeared and he emptied his balls, fisting Fisher’s long dark hair, bringing the slender man’s lips to his as he rode out his orgasm.
“Fuuuuck,” Fisher moaned.
Justice groaned and lay unmoving until his cock stopped pulsing.
“Well, that was…,” Fisher said, sounding a bit breathless.
Justice chuckled. “Yes, it certainly was.”
They both settled into silence as if knowing that words might fuck this up. Justice was good with that, still riding the high, and he was sleepy as fuck.
“Rest, big guy,” Fisher breathed and nestled his head beneath his chin.
They fit perfectly.
“Not going to shower?” he murmured when Fisher’s breathing evened out.
“Nope.”
He folded his arms around Fisher, content to keep the man lying on top of him. Searching around for the sheet and comforter, he drew them up to cover them both from the cool air-conditioned room. A little bit of sweat and come wouldn’t hurt in the least.
Fisher lay still, but he wasn’t sleeping. His mind wouldn’t shut up enough for him to sleep.
In bed, Justice had been amazing. They’d met on an even playing field that Fisher hadn’t expected. As controlling as Justice was, he wasn’t like that in bed. The guy was possessive and that came through, but tonight had been incredible.
Justice hadn’t hesitated one moment as his scars were exposed. In fact, the man had gone out of his way to caress most of them.
His heartbeat picked up.
What now?
Where did this leave them?
Were they fuck buddies or did Justice want more?
Were fuck buddies okay? Because it had been good. No, it had been fantastic. The sex had been off the Richter scale and he was confident Justice felt the same way.
But it wouldn’t last, or one would forget.
He always forgot.
He hated that his mind played tricks on him. He was a killer. He was an assassin. He didn’t particularly care about people all that much except for the lost boys which not only included Echo and Rogue, but other boys who’d gone through the same thing he had.
So why Justice?
He wasn’t one of them.
As if sensing his unease, Justice swept rough fingers through his long hair, fanning it out and slowly untangling the mass. The man’s touch sent a shiver down his spine he couldn’t contain.
“Shut your mind off,” Justice murmured, pressing his lips to his temple.
That was easier said than done.
Fisher held back a bitter laugh.