~ Chapter Six ~ #2
By the time they arrived back at Regan’s cabin in Boulder Creek, Regan wasn’t sure how much he had to drink and how much he had danced. He hadn’t been this relaxed in a long time. All that mattered was this was the most fun he had had in years.
“Thank you for taking me out. That was fun,” Regan managed to say as the two stood by the front door and the whirlpool of rainbow colors slowly vanished. He reached out and used Lutin to balance him as the fading colors made his head wobble. “I don’t think I’ve had that much fun in a long time.”
Lutin beamed. “I’m glad. It’s nice to see you relaxed.”
Regan took Lutin by the hand and pulled him over to the couch, sitting them both down. “You’re really a wonderful person.” His word slurred slightly as they came out. “I can see why Max spoke so highly of you.” Regan didn’t release Lutin’s hand. “Are all Fae as charming and as handsome as you?”
Lutin chuckled. “I think you might have had a bit too much to drink.”
“No. I’m fine. I’m serious.” Regan focused on Lutin’s green eyes as they faded in and out. “You’ve been so nice to me today and really helped me… I appreciate it.” He patted Lutin’s leg. “No one has been this nice to me in a long time.”
“I’m only trying to help you learn who you really are.”
“I know,” Regan said as the rest of the space vanished from his sight. The only thing present was Lutin, those beautiful green eyes, and his inviting pinkish tanned lips. “I’m wondering if you can help me with something else?”
“And what’s that?” Lutin’s gaze narrowed.
“This.” Regan leaned in and kissed Lutin.
Those soft lips were too inviting to pass up.
And he wanted to do nothing more than get lost in Lutin and his beautiful gaze, a gaze boring deep into him.
He wasn’t sure if his actions were caused by the booze, the dancing, or allowing all his walls to come down, but Lutin felt so good.
He was so handsome. There was something about this man…
person… Fae sitting next to him that he needed.
The warmth of Lutin’s lip sent a charge through him.
He hadn’t wanted anyone like this since Max.
Now this is what I need. I’m so hot. Max is so hot. I need him to quench this burning.
They continued to kiss. Weren’t they already in their bedroom back home naked and exploring each other’s bodies?
No. Not yet. He remembered every curve and muscle Max had.
He quickly moved his hands to Max’s shirt and pulled at the piece of clothing, allowing him to explore more.
They hadn’t been together in so long that something felt different and yet so much the same.
He moved to Max’s chest, kissing his way to Max’s nipple and giving the nub a flick of his tongue and a nibble.
He remembered how much Max loved his nipples played with, how the fastest way to get Max to orgasm was to play with his nipples as the two were joined together.
Regan continued to work Max’s chest as he moved to the belt of Max’s pants.
Why are there all these clothes? Since when did Max and I wear so many clothes to bed?
He tugged and pulled, making quick work of the clothing separating Regan from the prize he desperately wanted to claim. He fumbled with the button and the zipper. Instead of seeing Max’s underwear, there was nothing there except Max’s growing member.
Now that’s more like it.
A chuckle escaped his lips as he watched Max become more aroused.
Seeing Max grow in excitement made his own body start to ache to the point of pain. He hadn’t been this hard in a long time. His balls were already screaming to release their content. If he wasn’t so focused on getting his hands and mouth onto Max again he would have pulled his own clothes off.
I’ll let Max take care of that.
He pulled away from Max for a moment to study his growing cock. Something was different about—not only Max’s dick, but Max himself. He seemed paler and not quite as Regan knew him to be.
It hasn’t been that long.
Regan pulled back and observed. They weren’t in their bedroom on their bed. They were in a cabin, on a sofa. The half-naked man before him wasn’t Max. The man before him was gently struggling to keep Regan at bay and to keep his clothing on.
As if splashed with cold water Regan stood and sobered up at once. He saw Lutin sitting there, pulling at his pants and belt and quickly standing up.
“This—” Regan began to shake. “I’m sorry. I thought?—”
Lutin reached for Regan, but Regan swatted at Lutin’s outstretched hand.
“Regan, it’s fine.” Lutin’s words were soft and gentle. “You are quite tenacious when you want to be.”
“I… I… this… You need to go. Please.” Regan pointed to the front door as he retreated down the hall to the bedroom. He closed the door behind him. “What did I do? What have I…?”
Regan took several breaths, replaying what occurred between him and Lutin as his stomach sank deeper and his face burned with fire. His hands were clenched into tight balls. He glanced around the room, not sure where to go or what to do.
A soft tap at the bedroom door pulled him to the here and now. “Regan, are you okay?”
“Yes,” he stammered.
“Please don’t be upset at what happened.” There was a pause as Lutin took a breath. “I don’t mind. You are sweet and kind. The moment got away from you… from the both of us.”
Bile rose in Regan’s throat. “Please, I’m not feeling well. I think I drank too much. Can you go, please?”
“Okay.” The word was so faint Regan almost missed it over the pounding of his heart.
Regan wanted to drop to the floor, curl up into a ball, and die. What had he done? He all but forced himself on a man that wasn’t Max. He wanted so much to believe the person before him had been Max returning to be with him. That Max shared their bed and they could be together.
“What have I done?” He raked a hand through his hair, his gaze darting all over the floor, avoiding facing the door.
Regan made his way to the bed and collapsed, not bothering to undress. Tears danced around the edges of his eyes as he drifted off to sleep, but no peace found him. Not that night or any of the nights in the coming days.