13. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
After that, Liam wanted to leave, but Taran had more pleading to do. “You don’t trust me, and I wouldn’t either. Liam, it’s not just that you…that I feel you’re good. I’m genuinely attracted to you.”
“You’ve been given the okay to fuck me if you need to, I’m sure.”
“That’s…got too many complications, legally, for it to be used most times.”
Liam chuckled dryly before he said, “Good fed talk.”
“Yeah, okay, I probably could sleep with you to get to Murphy. Of your crew, he’s the big fish. But lawyers could tear me to pieces over it, and that could kill my case.”
Liam swung his leg over the bench of the picnic table and then the other all the while staring at Taran hotly. “Let’s go.”
Taran laughed like Liam was kidding, but when he saw Liam wasn’t smiling, he lost his own grin. “Liam…”
“I want to compromise you.”
Taran slowly got up from the table, watching Liam with eyes still unsure of his seriousness. “Liam, is this…?”
“Necessary, maybe. Something I need–definitely.”
Again, those eyes, staring into his like he was searching for an explanation, but that was something Liam didn’t have. Taran could look for hours and not find one, because there wasn’t one to be had.
Liam’s mind was tired of the stress already, the rest of him mixed in crazy emotions, but the one that stood out from the rest was the need to fuck the man. Right or wrong.
As his chin came up and shoulders drew back, Taran jerked his head to the bathrooms. “There? Right here? Where are we doing this?”
The bathrooms that were no longer in use seemed the dirtiest and most forbidden choice. He said, “Private, at least.”
“Let me drive us to a damn motel, Liam.”
Suddenly the thought of the bathroom, likely covered in layers of dust, stinking of his old life of men pissing and shitting in it, seemed like everything he could wish for.
Taran actually smiled as he started walking to the bathrooms, and he tossed back, “Degrade me all you want, Liam. Doesn’t mean I will stop wanting you.”
“Giving up all you worked for, for a guy you don’t know. You’re not real smart, are you?”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I told you; I know more about you than you likely know about yourself. A behavioral analyst mentored me. I can read you well, darling.”
For some such crazy reason, that just aroused him more. “Just walk.”
He did. Taran walked with his head high, with his back a straight line, and as Liam caught up with him, he saw the smile that kept playing on his pretty mouth.
No matter his words, Liam didn’t trust him. All of it could be a ploy. Gestures to make Liam think he’s okay, that he’s safe with Taran, but if Taran truly knew him at all, he’d understand that his parents had made it nearly impossible to trust anyone.
The padlock that had secured the door was broken into pieces on the concrete in front of the door, leading Taran to say, “The gods are with you, it seems.”
“Maybe they’re with you, too. If you’re so attracted to me, you didn’t want to fuck?”
Taran’s eyes were heated as he turned to face Liam. “I’ve had a few thoughts on it, sure.”
“Then get in there and pull down your pants.”
A dark, deep chuckle came from Taran, and he walked through the door, smiling a little as he watched Liam following him. His chin on his shoulder, watching for Liam to give any indication he was kidding.
The place was dusty, and it was dirty, which made it perfect. The light blue tiles were falling off the walls and only one sink stood. Where the other had been was a series of holes where the water had gone into it. Yeah, maybe Liam wanted to degrade the guy a little. There would be no romance for them, not being Taran was a fed and after Murphy and the others.
Maybe he wanted nothing to do with the family part of the group, but he did like them and didn’t want to see any of them hurt.
After pushing Taran against the intact sink, Liam held his hips and stared into fearful eyes. “Why are you scared of me?”
With his voice quivering, Taran answered, “I’m here with a criminal out on parole, in the middle of nowhere, about to be naked. What could I possibly have to fear?”
“Me. Yeah, you should be afraid. You’re going to fall in love with me after I fuck you.”
Taran’s stress level lowered visibly as he smiled, but Liam ignored that while he unbuttoned Taran’s jeans.
Reaching his hand under Taran’s briefs, Liam settled his hand around a rigid cock, then moved to kiss him, placing his lips barely over Taran’s.
The stiffness of his cock, the shaking lips that pressed harder into Liam’s, told him how much Taran wanted it, but would likely never admit it to himself. Stroking as much as he could with his hand shoved into Taran’s pants, Liam kissed him deeply, letting his tongue push inside of Taran’s mouth, to find the shaking had stopped as his breathing got ragged.
After taking his hand from Taran’s cock, he whispered, “Tell me how much you want my dick.”
“I know how rough you can be, Liam. I’ve seen your juvenile record. I’m not fighting you, so take it easy, huh?”
“Shut the fuck up and turn around. I’ll be as rough as I like. You’re a liar and a fucking cop.”
Taran’s mouth smashed against his and Liam was almost too shocked to kiss back. Then, he did, and Taran wrapped his legs around Liam’s and, in that kiss, he pleaded with Liam to see him. See past the badge and the gun. See past the heaviness that had settled between them.
Liam’s hand softened. His kisses along Taran’s jaw told him he did. Liam saw the guy. Saw the sorrow he felt at even considering going after good people.
As their mouths touched again, Taran’s hands came to rest on Liam’s cheeks, and the softness of the touch warmed through Liam.
He watched as Taran pushed his jeans over his hips and his briefs went along with them. A beautiful dick popped out of the briefs and wagged a little, making Taran laugh nervously. “Can’t say I’m not really into you.”
“I’m not taking a hard dick for sincerity,” he said, but it wasn’t said harshly, and he kissed Taran after the words faded between them.
When Taran turned, Liam bent him over the dirty sink, face all the way to the porcelain, getting that caking of dust on his pretty cheek, in his hair.
The ass was right there, ready for him. The cheeks clenched nicely as Taran waited for him to touch, fuck, anything, but all Liam did for a long moment was stare.
His creamy skin was beautiful. He didn’t have one imperfection on his ass. No hint of one. When Taran started to subtly shake, Liam took a deep breath and took out his cock, donning the condom Abs had insisted he bought, slathered the lube over it and set it on Taran’s pretty pink hole.
An audible gasp came from Taran before he’d even pushed inside the man. His hands clenched harder on the rim of the sink. It was beautiful to watch, to see the anticipation and tension filling him before Liam had a chance to.
When he pushed inside him, slowly, Taran’s knuckles grew instantly white on the rim of that sink. Liam smiled at that, and Taran didn’t see it, as his eyes were squeezed shut.
Liam knew he had a nice sized dick. Hard not to after the fucking he’d always done. The pained looks on the faces of his partners left little doubt.
Taran whimpered a little, but didn’t ask him to stop. Liam goaded him, however. “Just be still and quiet. You’re a badass FBI agent, right? You can take it.”
Blurting a laugh, Taran gritted, “The FBI never trained me on taking a big dick up my ass.”
“Tsk, oh well. Guess their training lacked, huh?”
Taran laughed, but it was a tight laugh, filled with pain as Liam pushed in more, cutting even that laughter off with a little yip.
“Squeezing my dick, Mr. Agent.”
He didn’t answer, but whimpered freely, and Liam pushed in another inch, enjoying the pain on Taran’s face, and not only because it was a compliment to his dick size. Taran was incredibly gorgeous in pain.
When he finally penetrated him to the hilt, Taran was huffing breaths through parted lips, and his beauty only grew.
He ran a hand down Taran’s back as everything in Liam told him to stop, to make it better, to leave that dirty place. He felt tears burning his eyes as he thought of how terrible it was, but then, as if he knew what Liam felt, Taran said, “Stop worrying. If this is what you need to assure that I am not lying now, it’s not hurting me. I want this as much as you do, and probably a lot more.”
When his eyes met Taran’s, he saw it was the truth. “Just because I feel bad doesn’t mean you’re right about anything.”
“I already admitted that.”
It was true, but Liam didn’t exactly trust his word. Trust would be hard pressed from him for anyone.
As he moved his hips, sliding stiffly in and out of Taran’s ass, Taran babbled incoherently. His words were a slur, a mesh, each so closely said to the next that none of it made any sense, but that was how it was happening inside Liam’s head.
No words truly fit how good it felt to be inside this man. No words, only grunts and feelings, emotions gone, fear gone, anger gone, replaced by a sweet rapture that engulfed him.
Liam’s head fell back as he grabbed Taran’s hips, moving faster, fucking into him with abandon. There was no worry any longer. All he felt was a crazy bliss that took him away from everything.
Better than booze or drugs, he left his worries and fears behind, letting only his body be in charge. With his mind gone, he could become animal instinctual, and it made him want to tear the flesh from Taran’s bones.
Snatching a fistful of Taran’s thick chestnut hair, Liam yanked him back from the sink and then threw that arm around his throat. He bit into Taran’s shoulder, holding himself back only enough to not break the skin.
Years of fear, of torturous nightmares, had brought him to dark places. He knew that, and all his life, he’d used his fists to deal with those emotions. He’d used rough sex to distance himself from his sexual partners.
But he was growing up and could no longer use the same old excuses.
Taran rocked his hips in concert with Liam, assuring Liam’s cock slammed deeply into him with every thrust. His hands were both wrapped around the arm that Liam had thrown around his throat, but he wasn’t pulling it away from him.
Taran was giving himself fully, not fighting it. Liam liked that, but worried it was another ruse to make Liam trust him.
The old tiles of the bathroom made for great acoustics, echoing their bodies slapping together, their grunts and the few words either of them spoke.
Tightening his arm, biting down on Taran’s shoulder again, Liam felt his orgasm rushing, knew he’d come and then they’d be forced to talk again.
He’d stretch out the sex forever if he thought he wouldn’t have to speak. But that wasn’t going to happen.
When he came, he set his lips on Taran’s pulse, feeling it thrumming quickly. A long whine came from him, letting Liam know he was on the verge of screaming.
Looking down at the sink, Liam saw a long, thick stream of cum over the porcelain, and realized Taran had come as well.
After letting go of him, he spun Taran around and smashed their mouths together, kissing him so deeply and with such passion, he didn’t recognize himself.
Trying to stay so focused on not needing anyone, Taran had sneaked right in. Kissing him back fervently, Taran reminded him he wasn’t a hard shell against the world, but a living, breathing person.
When the kiss ended, Taran held him, kissing his temple as if he knew everything Liam felt at that moment. The fear was most prevalent, and he’d always done such a great job at hiding his fear.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Liam. I’ll do whatever you want from here on out, even if it lands me in prison.”
Liam kissed him tenderly and answered with his heart instead of his defenses. “Don’t hurt me or any of them.”
“Okay. So, let’s get started on figuring out how to do this. I guess we need to speak to Murphy.”
Surprised, Liam clenched him. “In a while. For now, just…this.”