Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
C live
Clive felt like he was walking on clouds as he left the bathroom and strode into the kitchen the next morning. Bain had slept next to him and held him all night. And after blowing his mind. He’d never had any kind of sex like that. It was like they were made for each other, like their bodies had been moving together for years. And the way Bain had felt inside him? He was clenching again with just the memory, which sent a streak of pain up his backside. Sore or not, he already wanted him again.
Maybe he could take a soak in the tub.
Orgasms like that were worth it.
But it wasn’t only for the orgasms. He wanted to be with Bain. Learn everything about him.
He wanted to feel alive again and not so scared to be out in the world. Knowing that all the things he’d seen were just a part of an unknown supernatural world had taken away that feeling of insanity. He wasn’t crazy, just aware. Because at some point, somewhere in his family’s past, one of those preternaturals had created children with a human.
It was wild knowing that.
Bain handed him a cup of tea when he stopped next to him. Today, Bain had dressed in those purple jeans again, but this time, he’d paired them with an another one of his colorful shirts, this one in purples, blues and teal. It was so different from his own khakis and yellow polo shirt.
“Unfortunately, Xavier’s contact can’t see us until tomorrow,” Bain said. “Are you okay with waiting because I’d prefer we work with him? According to Xavier, the CEO of Bassinger Holdings is a powerful wizard, who could easily have someone else at the FBI in his employ. Xavier’s contact can be trusted.”
Disappointment pricked his chest, but Clive nodded and sipped his tea, surprised when he realized Bain had made him a perfect cup of Earl Grey. “I wanted to get it over with, but I can wait a day. I’m all caught up on my work and can take the day off, so what do you want to do?”
Bain’s eyes flared as he slowly smiled, and a shiver ran down Clive’s spine. “Maybe. If I soak in the tub.”
Coming closer, Bain cupped his ass. “Let’s give your hole time to recover. There are so many more things we can do. But how about that marathon? We’re up to Into Darkness —one of my favorites.”
“Mine, too. I know a lot of fans were upset with it, but I enjoyed it.” He took another sip of tea. “What about Alaric? Would he like to come in for breakfast and coffee?”
“I already invited him and was about to make waffles. Sound good?”
“Love them.”
Clive helped, and together, they soon had a high stack of waffles. While he heated the real maple syrup and chopped some fresh apples to sprinkle on top, Bain went outside to find Alaric, which didn’t take long.
Though he’d met Alaric already, he’d been too upset to pay attention to him, so now he did. Alaric was a little taller than Bain and wider across the shoulders, but his build wasn’t that different from Bain’s lean, strong body. He had blue-black curls that fell to his shoulders, and he was wearing a ridiculous black headband again. It reminded Clive of old ’80s music videos. He was dressed all in black, which surprised Clive because he’d thought the man, or elf, would want to blend in with the greenery outside. Curiosity about that headband made his tongue run away from him. “Are you wearing that because of me?” He pointed.
Alaric looked to Bain in question.
“He knows,” Bain murmured. “You can drop the glamour. And that stupid thing on your head.”
Alaric glared at Bain, but he did pull it off, revealing long slim ears that came to a point. They were utterly fascinating, and Clive knew he was being rude, staring.
“I wear contacts, as well,” Alaric told him. “My eyes aren’t a color that humans have.”
“What color are they?”
“Purple.”
“There are actually people with purple eyes, or violet. It’s rare, but it happens. I doubt you’d need to wear contacts if you don’t need them for your vision.”
“Mine are a bit different.” Alaric reached up to pop out one contact, revealing eyes like jewels. Amethysts. There was a circle of gold around the purple.
“Wow, your eyes are really pretty. And yeah, they are too bright and shiny to blend. But why do you wear contacts if you use a glamour?”
“I don’t normally wear them, but Xavier told me to around you.” Alaric narrowed those startling eyes. “Why is that?”
“I can see through the magic. Apparently, there?—”
Bain cut him off. “That’s a discussion you need to have with Xavier, Alaric. How about some breakfast.”
Alaric’s mouth tightened as he glared at his friend, but then he looked back and forth between Bain and Clive before shrugging. “Food sounds great.”
Clive couldn’t help but wonder why Bain didn’t want him telling Alaric about the humans who could see through glamours. But it wasn’t his business, so he just filled a plate and walked to the rather large walnut table in the dining room attached to the kitchen.
Alaric didn’t talk much at first, focusing on his food. Clive had so many questions, but he didn’t know what would be considered rude. Or too nosy. Those questions burned on the tip of his tongue, though, making him pick at his food more than eat. He studied Alaric’s face. It was different from Bain’s, not as narrow featured with a wider, square jaw and a very long nose that would look out of place on anyone else. On him, it just added to his appeal. He was beautiful like Bain, though Clive felt no attraction toward him. No, that was only for Bain.
A small smile pulled up one corner of Alaric’s mouth. “I can almost hear how much you want to question me, Clive. Go ahead.”
Ooh, a green light. “Do you have magical abilities?”
Alaric nodded. “I have an affinity with nature and can manipulate both human and preternatural bodies. Make beings sick. Or heal them.”
“How old are you?” Clive asked before biting his lip. “Or is that really rude? I’ve just learned there’s this whole other world intertwined with my own, and I’m just so curious.”
“I’m the youngest one at Protective Solutions. Only one hundred and thirty.”
“It’s wild you consider that young.”
“Even in my family, I am. The oldest of my twelve sisters is over six hundred years old.”
Clive blinked. Hard. “You have twelve sisters?”
Alaric nodded. “And six brothers. My parents are probably not done, either.”
“Your family is huge. How do you keep up with them all? Are you close?”
“Very. Several of them live nearby. My parents live in Maine, and the rest are scattered about the States with one sister living in Montreal.”
“I can’t imagine having so many siblings. You must never feel lonely.”
Something rather intense flashed over Alaric’s handsome face before he shrugged. “It’s possible to be lonely when surrounded. I would like to meet someone special, but he’s not crossed my path yet.”
Clive sipped his tea, dying to ask if Alaric was like Bain in his sexuality. Were all preternaturals naturally leaning toward pansexual? Polyamorous? But that question was far too nosy, so he didn’t ask. He supposed like humans, they were all different, but that living such long lives could possibly leave them open to all possibilities.
“Did you grow up in Maine?” he asked at last.
Alaric nodded as he forked up another piece of waffle. He slowly chewed before he spoke again. “My parents have a beautiful estate there sitting on over one hundred acres. Three of my siblings still live there because the house is big and has separate wings, so they have plenty of privacy.”
“So your parents, with a daughter over six hundred, must be a lot older.”
“My father has been around a millennium; my mother is seven hundred.”
Bain, who’d been silent while Clive questioned Alaric, spoke up. “His parents are the oldest preternaturals I know. At least I thought they were.” He muttered the last part before forking up a bite of waffle.
Hearing about Alaric’s parents gave Clive hope for some reason. That two beings could spend so many years together and still be attached. That maybe, just maybe, Bain wouldn’t get bored with him should they tie their lives together. And he wanted that so much. Couldn’t believe how in love he already was with Bain.
Wait, love?
The waffle he’d been swallowing lodged in his throat, making him choke. He started coughing as Bain’s hand came to his back. He hadn’t even noticed Bain getting up from his chair but he was now leaning over him.
“You okay?” Bain asked.
He hurriedly nodded and swallowed down the food. He coughed a couple more times, then whispered. “Fine. Just swallowed wrong.”
But internally, he wasn’t fine. The realization of just how deep his feelings for Bain had grown sent him reeling. If Bain ever did get tired of him, it would break him. Completely. Did he want to risk that? He’d spent his life being safe. Living safe. Never taking any risks.
Loving Bain was a huge risk.
But then, what else could he do? He wanted the basilisk. Snake shape and all. He wanted the adventures a long lifetime would bring. Wanted to stop living in his protective bubble. It would still take time for him to loosen up more, he instinctively knew that, but it could happen. No, it would happen. He looked up at Bain, who still hovered over him, and met those beautiful, slitted eyes. Bain, who paid more attention than was comfortable sometimes, stared hard at him before leaning down and pressing his lips to Clive’s.
“Guess the company rules make no difference anymore here,” Alaric said, though nothing but humor laced his voice.
Bain straightened back up and looked at his friend before saying in a very firm tone, “No. Clive is mine.”
Alaric lifted one black eyebrow, but he didn’t question Bain further.
They finished breakfast, and Alaric went back outside to patrol the woods around the house. As they cleaned the kitchen, Clive felt his awareness of Bain growing between the small brushes of their bodies and the way Bain laid his hand on Clive’s back, waist and stomach often. It was like the man couldn’t stop touching him. Desire built in a slow, steady climb until Clive started to breathe harder. He glanced at the windows to find the blinds drawn in this part of the kitchen, while they were open near the table. Even knowing Alaric was somewhere outside didn’t stop him from suddenly pressing Bain against the wall beside the refrigerator to kiss him, rising up on his toes.
The kiss started out slow. Sultry. Bain tasting of maple syrup and coffee. But it soon heated up as Bain hauled his body closer, bent his head to press his tongue in harder.
The moan that escaped Clive’s throat might once have embarrassed him because it was loud and needy, but he simply couldn’t care. Those damn fireworks went to his head.
When he pulled back to gasp air into his starving lungs, he stared up at Bain, breathing hard, wanting.
Bain’s eyes narrowed, a flush on his pretty pale skin. “You know what I want to see, Clive? You, covered in sweat and crying out as you come.”
Clive’s throat moved in a hard swallow, his own cheeks going hot.
“I want to see you drop all inhibitions. Let yourself go wild and lose yourself to pleasure. Can you do that?”
He nodded. “With you, I don’t see how I couldn’t.”
“So you do want me, hmm?”
“More than anything,” Clive whispered.
“Tell me how.”
Clive’s lips parted on a gasp before he sucked his lower lips into his mouth. It took him another moment to speak.
Bain’s wicked grin made Clive’s belly tighten in anticipation. “Tell me what you want, Clive. Exactly what you want.”
“Your mouth. I’ve dreamed of feeling your mouth on me.”
“Oh, that would be my pleasure.” Bain lowered to his knees. He ran his hands up Clive’s legs, then pressed his thumbs gently into Clive’s balls. Clive shivered as Bain unfastened his pants then lowered them and his underwear down to his thighs. His cock sprang free, only to be enveloped by Bain’s sexy, long fingers. Bain slowly stroked him.
Clive’s mouth fell open, his eyes closing when Bain took the head of his cock into his mouth. Another of those filthy, long moans left his lips. He threaded his fingers through Bain’s hair only to get frustrated to find it tied back. He hurriedly fumbled with the tie and let it loose, relishing those long strands around his fingers.
“I fucking love your hair,” Clive groaned as he speared his fingers through it. “So silky and soft. You should never cut it.”
Bain sucked him in deeper, running his tongue around the head before he pulled him into his throat and swallowed.
Clive gasped. His mouth was so hot, his tongue so velvety and his throat tight. When Bain reached around to cup his ass and pull him even deeper, Clive shouted. Bain used his other hand to gently cup and roll Clive’s balls and oh, holy fuck, he loved that. More filthy moans spilled.
He groaned and started pumping his hips. “Oh, fuck, your mouth.” His entire body moved with his harsh breaths.
Bain gripped his ass tighter, swallowing around him over and over.
Widening his eyes, Clive stared down at the sight of this gorgeous creature pleasuring him. At the sexy wetness around his lips, at the visual of his cock slipping back and forth between his lips. It was too much. His orgasm slammed into him without warning, and he gasped and spilled down Bain’s throat. His head swam, overwhelmed by pleasure.
Bain licked his softening cock clean before letting it slip from his mouth.
Clive just collapsed, sliding to the floor. He dropped his forehead onto Bain’s chest. “Let me catch my breath and I’ll return the favor.”
“Wasn’t a favor. I enjoyed the hell out of that and hope to do it a lot more.”
“Fuck, yes. Any time.”
“And that was all for you. I don’t expect reciprocation every time.”
Clive lifted his head. “But I want your dick in my mouth. Pretty badly.”
“Well then, I can’t leave your desires unanswered.” He opened his pants and started to get to his feet but barked out a laugh when Clive pushed him onto his back. Right there on the kitchen floor.
Despite having come harder than ever, Clive’s every nerve ending was tingling, the hair raised on his arms as he climbed over Bain and sucked his beautiful, flushed dick into his mouth.
“Holy shit,” Bain cried out.
Oh, he felt good in Clive’s mouth. Lusciously smooth and warm, tasting slightly of salt, a flavor he wanted more of. He traced the veins with his tongue and did his best to bring that cock deeper into his throat. The soft head bumped the back of his tongue, then slid farther. He thought he might lose his mind. Enthusiastic moans kept coming from his own throat, and he knew the vibration had to feel incredible. Just knowing he was giving Bain pleasure was incredible.
Fuck, he wanted to do this all the time!
Clive swallowed around the head, letting out another little moan, and Bain groaned and cupped the sides of Clive’s head. Clive moved up and down with deep pulls of suction, pausing at times just to feel the shape and weight of Bain’s wonderful dick on his tongue. He’d move up until just the tip was in his mouth, running his tongue along the slit where the flavor was strongest. Every taste rebuilt his desire, making his own cock try to perk up again.
He took Bain deeper, once more feeling him slide to the back of his throat. Bain was thrusting his hips now, his hands still tight on the sides of Clive’s head. Not enough to hurt, but he started directing their movements until Clive felt like Bain was basically using his mouth.
So. Damn. Hot.
Clive wanted to use his hands, feel Bain’s balls and stroke his finger behind them, but he could only brace his hands on the floor and let Bain fuck his throat. Unbelievably, his own dick was already hard again, but it was the raw need to give Bain pleasure that took over. That mattered. It was all he cared about because the pleasure he was feeling in doing this was bigger than the need to come again.
Bain suddenly went taut, his hands loosening as he turned his hold into a caress. Clive glanced up to find Bain’s eyes wide, his mouth open before he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. His back bowed up as his cum filled Clive’s mouth. It tasted faintly sweet, and he swallowed every drop with relish.
When Bain slumped, his breaths harsh and loud, Clive leaned over him, knowing that he was all but beaming. He was just so pleased. And frankly stunned over how hot that had been—being used like that. Knowing that Bain had completely lost himself to the rapture.
Bain reached up to swipe some cum that must have been on the corner of his mouth. He turned and sucked it off, his gaze never leaving Bain’s.
“Clive?” Bain whispered, his voice ragged.
“Yes?” he whispered back.
“You are welcome to do that any time you like.”