6. Havoc #2
“Yes,” he breathes. “Yes. Please, Havoc, fuck me.” His hand slides up my back beneath my shirt, nails lightly scratching the skin.
I bite his shoulder again, then pull away so I can take my shirt off. As soon as I’m done, Seven wraps his arms around me again and scratches even harder. The pain drives me on, and I roll my hips against Seven’s half-erect cock.
“Did you lube up?” I ask him. “Because when I turn you around, you aren’t getting anything else.”
“Yes,” he says, breathing hard already.
I kiss him again, and when I pull away, Seven’s face is flushed red and his lips swollen.
“You’re so fucking good,” I whisper. Then I grab him and turn him around, near slamming him against the wall—though I keep my hand between his head and the wall to buffer the impact.
He makes a startled sound that quickly turns into a moan, spreading his legs for me as he leans hard against the wall. “Fuck me,” he begs. “Please, Havoc, I need you. I need you so much.”
“Not as much as I need you,” I answer. I reach down to undo my belt and fly. My cock catches against the zipper as I hurry to get it out and ready.
It only takes a few tugs for me to be hard. I rub my cock between Seven’s ass cheeks.
“I’m going to fucking wreck you,” I say.
He whimpers, rubbing back against me. “ Please ,” he says more emphatically, putting his hands against the wall to steady himself.
I line myself up. My head is fuzzy with need. When I thrust into him, hard and fast and brutal, the pleasure zings up my back.
This is better than punching a wall.
It’s almost like punching a person , an insidious part of me says.
No. I’m not hurting Seven right now. He wants this. We both want it.
Seven makes soft sounds, every bit as needy as my own, and he keeps himself braced against the wall as he lets me take him. He can’t keep up with my thrusts, but he’s open, willing, ready for this.
I bite every inch of skin I can reach. His neck, his shoulders, his arms.
I need him so badly, like nobody ever before. Seven is the only person who truly understands me.
“How close are you?” I ask, reaching around to grip his cock.
He lets out a strangled sound as I stroke him. “Close. Close enough to where I’m gonna…” His breath catches. “Gonna come if you keep going.”
“Yeah.” I pull out almost all the way, then slam into him again. “Do it. Get your cum all over Caleb’s nice and clean wall.”
Seven moans, squirming and trying to thrust back against me. The position is too awkward for him to get much leverage, but he manages to use my hand to get himself off, as his cum spills all over my hand — and all over the wall. He cries out. “Harder,” he begs me.
I release his cock and trail my hand up to his chest, spreading his cum over him, too. He moans and tightens his ass, like he’s trying to milk me.
My thrusts get faster and more erratic, and I give over to the sensation. This is all that matters right now. Just the pleasure, the pain, the high of sex.
I let out a loud cry when I slam into him the last time, spilling into Seven.
He whimpers, his fingers curling even where he has himself braced against the wall. “Havoc,” he whispers helplessly. “So good. So good.”
I get both arms around Seven’s waist and pull him close to me, my cock still inside him. I kiss the bruises I’ve left all over his skin. Seven tilts his head, and we share an awkward kiss, our lips sliding against each other.
I groan in disappointment when my cock gets too soft to stay inside him.
“We should…” I take a breath. “Get on the bed. Collapse on the bed.”
Seven laughs shakily. “Yeah. Whoever can walk first.” He rests his forehead against the wall again, still breathing heavily.
“I’d carry you over, but I think my arms and legs are too shaky for that,” I say with a chuckle. “Fuck.”
He takes a deep breath. “O-okay. Um.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
It takes us a moment, but I finally straighten, helping him to do the same. We make our way to the bed, both collapsing onto it. I pull him into my arms, and he turns so he’s facing me. He presses his face against my chest, and for several long moments, he’s silent.
Then, out of nowhere, he whispers, “I’m sorry.”
I tense. “Sorry? For what?”
Seven swallows hard. “The other night. When I freaked out. When I tried to… you know.” There’s so much shame in his voice, so much self-loathing, and I can’t help but wonder if he used me to punish himself for it just now.
“When you used the training I gave you to throw a proper punch?” I ask, squeezing him lightly. “I dodged, and honestly, I’m glad you managed to do that. You should punch people who are pissing you off.”
That’s not right.
Losing control isn’t a good thing.
But I’d rather Seven punch somebody than let himself get used and abused and be trapped in a house with an open door.
He huffs, shaking his head. “No. It was wrong. Havoc, I really am sorry. Please, let me apologize, okay? I was… Memories, and all, and it was hard. And I freaked out, and it wasn’t okay. I won’t ever do it again.”
“Don’t promise that.” I kiss the top of his head. “Caleb, Vortex, and I are controlling assholes. If we’re out of line, if we’re hurting you, if we make you feel like you’re…” My eyes prickle with tears. “Jesus, sorry. I just got back from my mom’s. I’m being a wuss right now.”
He looks up at me, concern replacing the self-loathing in his expression. “What? No, you aren’t being a wuss. What happened? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I sigh loudly. “She refused to leave him, I probably made her cry, and, oh yeah, I came out to her.”
Seven nibbles on his already-swollen bottom lip. “How did that go?” he asks tentatively. “I didn’t know she didn’t already know.”
“She mostly ignored what I said.” I stroke his shoulder, then press down on the bruise I left there. “Maybe I should bring you along next time. Then she can’t ignore it.”
“Are you sure that wouldn’t make it worse?” he asks tentatively, shivering beneath my touch. “I know Connie doesn’t really think I’m good enough for Vortex. She always calls me jailbait and stuff.” He sighs. “I mean, she’s trying now, at least, but yeah.”
“It can’t get any worse than it already is,” I say. “And maybe you can talk sense into my mom. I don’t know. Anyway, this isn’t sexy. Let’s nap until Caleb gets back and he makes us change the sheets and lick the wall clean.”
Seven grins at me. “You can be the one to lick it clean. I’ll watch.”
I laugh and ruffle his hair.
As horrible as the talk with my mom had gone, I’m beyond grateful that Seven is here for me.
There are a few words on the tip of my tongue, words that I want to say to him that will probably terrify him.
I swallow them down and settle in for a nap with him instead.