12. COLDIS
12
COLDIS
“If you want, I could check,” Col said, and realized he meant it.
Hyran wasn’t greedy, not so far, and considering how the last day had gone, he had likely endured more than most other Guardians might have stomached, so much so that he reminded Col of Vin, who’d been coasting near overload for days at a time to help Col fine tune his channeling when they’d both still been in school.
And if Hyran had asked Col to go berry hunting, then Col wouldn’t have outright rejected the Guardian, that much he knew about himself. After the day he’d had, Col also knew he would feel better after sex, which was how it always was for him.
“You can do anything you want with me,” Hyran said, voice low and soft as if he were sharing a secret.
Col stopped himself from thinking, leaned forward—it was always an awkward angle if one wanted to kiss a Guardian—and fused his lips with Hyran’s.
Kisses are for lovers, Col thought to himself. He and Taros barely kissed though Vin would peck him on the cheek. It felt natural to kiss Hyran. It felt good. Fresh, like a pond newly frozen over or a tara leaf just picked and sliced for dessert.
Hyran broke their kiss. It must have cost him self-control. Col admired it even if he didn’t care for it right then.
“I should shower. I’m filthy. I never even changed after the attack.”
“Shower after,” Col said.
Hyran cupped Col’s neck. “Are you sure? I want you to enjoy this, truly.”
“If you don’t mind my candor, I just want to feel. I will enjoy this so long as you let me feel. Let me feel you. I can handle everything else.”
Hyran stared at him, his green eyes like a pyromancer’s flames. “Tell me what you want. Give me an order, I’ll obey it.”
Col’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s what you like?”
“With you, apparently. I like many things if you’d rather try something else.”
Col chuckled. “No, this is fine.” He looked at Hyran, still sitting on the bed next to him. “Kinetomancer, how fast can you get undressed?”
The answer was barely a second. Col forgot to count, and by the time he remembered, Hyran had blurred, the blur had discarded its Ferrean green and yellow uniform, and Col got a look at the Guardian.
He had the kinetomancer build, muscle firm, barely any fat, legs and thighs especially muscular. It worked for Hyran, who was red-haired all over, as it turned out.
“You know how to use that?” Col asked, giving Hyran’s cock a playful flick with his finger.
The Guardian gasped. “I fucking hope I do.”
Col chuckled. “I wish I had the energy to really explore your skill.” He pulled off his shirt, tossed it, stood and got rid of his pants. “I don’t.” He walked up the bed on his knees until he could reach one of the pillows. He adjusted its position, then lay down on it so that his ass was propped up, all nice and well. He propped his head on a hand and looked at Hyran.
Hyran looked about ready to drool. “Coldis.”
“There’s lube behind that shampoo bottle. Make me feel good.” Hyran didn’t move, so Col wiggled his hips, his own cock rubbing against the pillow. “Well?”
Hyran blurred, stopped next to Col, one hand stroking up Col’s back. The touch was unexpected, intense. Buffering, Col realized before he controlled his channeling.
“You’re the most perfect thing that has ever happened to me. You’re beautiful. Stunning. Even if we weren’t what we are, I’d want you. Everyone who sees you like this would want you.” He kissed Col’s shoulder. “Please don’t let anyone ever see you like this.”
“No one but you,” Col said. It was reflex. He didn’t mean it. At least not yet, but I can imagine what it would feel like to tell him and mean it.
Because despite of how it had happened, despite how Hyran had acted before, Col could let himself fall into the man. It wasn’t love, he knew that. It might become love, much like all relationships might when they begin.
Hyran gave a sense of safety to Col, one that Col had forced himself to never trust, not until he’d met Senlas and Maro, then Karmine and Taros and Vin.
I trusted them. Maybe I can trust him, and it will be as good .
“This?” Hyran asked, his hand palming Col’s ass.
“Do you need a map?”
“No, not for this. I just need you to tell me yes.”
“Yes, Hyran. I want you to fuck me until I cum. Maybe a little longer. Depends on how much I like what you do.”
“Fuck, Col.”
Col wiggled his ass again, knowing full well that he looked good doing that. At least it was a frequent compliment he’d received from his lovers. “Get me ready. I’m tired. I’d like you to spoil me a little today.”
Hyran snorted. “I’m not sure you’re the one getting spoiled.”
The next time the Guardian’s hand landed on his ass, his fingers pressed into the crack, finding Col’s hole and seeking entrance.
Col relaxed. He wasn’t always for penetration, definitely preferred Guardians for their size whenever he sought it out, but the inevitable burn that came with it, the way being with someone in that rough, primal way forced him to concentrate, always invariably made the experience worth pursuing.
Col moaned and looked back. He didn’t always watch his partner, but he wanted to see Hyran, the red hair framing the Guardian’s face, the fire in those green eyes. It was something. It felt even better, first the gentle stretch when Hyran learned how Col responded, then the harsher, more urgent rhythm of his fingers slicking in and out when he was sure Col could take it.
“More. Don’t be that soft,” Col told him, and Hyran obeyed, scissoring his fingers, the pressure sharp yet delicious.
“Like that?” Hyran asked, almost idle, and brushed his knuckle over Col’s prostate.
Col groaned and wiggled his hips, adjusting his position and spreading his legs. He wanted to touch himself, but that would end it too soon, and besides, he had a Guardian for that.
“Enough. I’m loose enough. I want your cock right now.”
Hyran grunted in acknowledgment and pulled his fingers free. Their eyes met when the Guardian got into position, sliding his knees between Col’s and slicking himself.
“I won’t last long. I could cum from watching you, Col.”
“You’re not supposed to cum from just that. You’re supposed to make sure I cum first, because if you don’t, I’ll have to come up with ways that’ll teach you to do better. I might even have to punish you.”
“Argh, fuck. That’s—”
“I want that cock now, Hyran,” Col said. He wasn’t always this forceful, but maybe he could be every once in a while. Definitely today. Today this feels right.
Before long, the thick tip of Hyran’s cock was pressing into Col. It was maybe too much, and maybe he should have let the Guardian stretch him more. At the same time, it was good, just right, just the kind of thing that made everything else fade to background noise.
Hyran didn’t go slow. Because I told him I want him , Col realized, sinking into the sensation as much as he could.
“You’re tight. You’re really tight.”
“More,” Col said.
And Hyran obeyed. He thrust inside Col, so hard and fast that Col gasped and jerked upright.
It wasn’t what he’d planned for, not the relaxing sex he’d wanted, because Hyran swooped in, banding an arm across Col’s chest and pressing him tightly against his sweat-slick front. No. That’s me. I’m sweaty. We both are.
Hyran tugged Col’s chin back, and with his eyes fluttering from adjusting both to the fullness and the new position, Col was powerless to Hyran’s lips sealing his. He opened, let Hyran explore before remembering he could do the same. With a tender bite, Col pulled away and whispered, “Move.”
Hyran was good at this, so good. Those thigh muscles. He’s made for this.
“I can try something if you like. I can jerk my hips fast, kinetomancer speed.”
Col reached back, ran his fingers against Hyran’s arm. “Will I get cock burn?”
Hyran chuckled. “Hasn’t happened before.”
“Do it.”
Hyran did. Col twitched, a scream getting stuck in his throat. He very nearly lost control of his bladder, that’s how good it was, strange but good.
“Col?”
Col nodded. A strand of red hair had fallen over Hyran’s shoulder and was tickling his nipple now. “Again. I think I might be able to cum from this.”
“You need touch normally?”
“Yeah. Stop distracting me. I want you to—”
And he did. Hyran seemed to have a rhythm, or he simply followed Col’s reactions. Normal enough. Guardians did that when they imprinted, Col knew that.
In short order, that and everything else he knew, or thought he knew, went overboard. He came, hard, untouched, the sensation not what he normally experienced. If anything, it was more intense, and that was scary, only in the moment, Col couldn’t think about that. He couldn’t think, period.
Hyran seemed to sense the vulnerability in this. He held Col as he whimpered and moaned through his orgasm, then let him go slack in his strong arms.
Is he letting me slide off his cock? Col’s thoughts were incoherent. He didn’t care. Hyran had him, held him, pressed him close and kissed him, his forehead and lips, cheeks, his eyes when they fell shut. There was buffering where they touched now, and much as he tried, Col couldn’t muster the concentration to control it, to stop it.
“Was that to your satisfaction, team leader?” Hyran asked, sounding smug, so smug Col wanted to tear him down a little.
Only he didn’t have the energy. He mumbled something he wasn’t sure were really words and succumbed.
Hyran had him, bedded him first on the duvet so he could wipe the worst away before using both his speed and his Guardian strength to get Col under the covers.
When they were lying in that oval corner bed, smaller than the others in the suite, Col couldn’t help himself. He felt safe, happy even. He glanced up, and there, head on the same pillow, Hyran looked down at him, green eyes as bright and pretty as they had been during the attack, when Col should have died and hadn’t.
I got you instead of death, he thought. I think you are the better deal.
He thought he said it, but he wasn’t sure. He was just going to rest for a moment before going back to work. There was too much to do, and too few people to do it after all.