Tyler
TYLER
After giving Nate his food, let the man sleep. While Elliot insisted he would be okay, it was still important that Nate get some rest. Which proved to be true for him after he woke up on the couch, blinking blearily at the ceiling in confusion. The sun had already begun setting, and a glance at the wall clock told him he’d been sleeping for hours.
“Well, good evening,” Clay’s voice piped up.
groaned, rolling over to look at one of the armchairs. Clay was sitting in it, legs curled beneath him as he tapped away at a tablet. A soft pinging told the man was playing a mobile game.
“Shit,” muttered, pushing himself upright. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up?”
“Probably because we all agreed you needed to get some rest. Nathan will be fine, and believe it or not, Elliot and I are quite capable of helping him if he needs something,” Clay told him, not looking up.
rubbed his eyes. “Does he need something?”
The corner of Clay’s mouth twitched. “He’s been up for a couple of hours. Able to get around just fine, even more so after we gave him another couple of pills. He’ll be sore for a while, but he’ll be fine.”
“How is he otherwise?” asked.
“Quiet. Which isn’t all that unusual for him, he wasn’t as much of a talker as you. But he seems quieter than usual,” Clay said.
“Well, there are people trying to hurt him or kidnap him. Or both,” pointed out.
“There is that. Maybe I’m just overthinking things,” Clay said with a shrug.
“Do you think there’s something else?” asked, wondering if Nate had spoken to his father.
Clay looked up, smirking. “I’m not the one who knows him. You’re the one who’s going to know best, so maybe you should talk to him and find out for yourself.”
sighed, nodding. He knew Clay was right, though he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say to Nate. They weren’t exactly in a position to have a serious conversation about the two of them, or if there was a ‘two of them’ to begin with. He hadn’t believed what Nate had told him on the street for a second, but that didn’t mean Nate wouldn’t end up sticking to his guns.
His father had held a tight grip over Nate’s entire life, which wasn’t easily shaken off. As much as wanted Nate to get some form of freedom, he did know it wasn’t that easy. Everything in Nate’s life was tied to his family and, inevitably, to his father. Trying to be his own person would mean going it alone and changing his entire life.
Clay jerked his head toward the second floor. “Go see how he’s doing. Get him to talk to you.”
“Thanks, Dad,” said dryly, pushing himself up.
Clay chuckled. “Speaking of, you are so grounded for this entire thing. I expect this kind of impulsive stupidness from Elliot, not you.”
“Rude,” Elliot’s voice complained from the next room.
Knowing nothing was settled, but that he wouldn’t get a better opportunity to get away, slipped out of the living room. The house was quiet, except for Elliot and Clay’s soft conversation retreating behind him. The door to his room was open a crack, and as he approached, he could see a soft light coming through.
He’d expected to find Nate sleeping again and was surprised to see him sitting at the desk. The desk lamp beside him threw the bruises on his face into stark relief. He didn’t look in pain as he sat bent over the desk, reading what looked like one of ’s comics.
“I almost forgot how much you loved these things,” Nate said, clearly knowing was there.
“I don’t read them like I used to, but I can’t seem to let them go either,” said.
Nate considered the book in front of him. “Serena always bought these for you, didn’t she?”
“Yeah,” said, smiling at the mention of his mother.
Nate closed it, sliding it gently away. “I always thought it was a little silly, being so obsessed with superheroes and comics at our age. Though now I know you can never be too old to appreciate a good hero story. Sometimes it’s what people need.”
sat on the end of his bed. “I was a little obsessed, though, you’re right. Ever since I was little, I loved comics. Everything seemed so simple, so easy. Good fights evil, good always wins, and the good guys are people you can look up to.”
Nate nodded, turning to face him. “Quite different from real life.”
“Yeah, that’s why I liked the comics so much,” said.
Nate reached out, hesitating, before placing his hand over ’s. “Well, maybe not all that different from real life, not all the time. Sometimes there are people worth looking up to, worth respecting.”
’s brow shot up. “I’ll feel like an ass if I’m wrong, but please tell me you aren’t trying to talk about me.”
“My father is a cold, heartless bastard,” Nate said, words clipped.
“Uh,” said, unsure if he was supposed to agree. It was at least acknowledgment of what Nate had been forced to endure. It was also the first time had ever heard his friend say anything so forward and harsh about his father.
Nate’s fingers closed around ’s. “And he was wrong about you.”
winced. “Nate, c’mon.”
Nate shook his head. “No, he was, and I suspect he always will be. You’re a marvelous person who has put himself in great danger to save me twice now. You’ve got a good heart and always find new ways to get better. You’re so much more than the...awful way he portrayed you, and if my father had any sense left in his head, he would see that I would be blessed to have you in my life.”
’s throat closed as he tried to speak. “Nate, you don’t have to?—”
“I do. It should have taken a lot less than two attempts on my life for me to see just how grateful I should be to have you in my life. How blessed I am that you want to be my friend, let alone anything else,” Nate said, eyes boring into ’s.
swallowed. “Look. I don’t expect anything, okay? I know things aren’t easy for you, and I shouldn’t have expected you to drop everything and do what I think is best.”
“Would you have me?” Nate asked, fingers shaking slightly against ’s hand.
blinked slowly. “Have you?”
“In your life. Would you have me?”
closed his hand around Nate’s, still shaking. “Always, Nate, I will always have you if you’ll have me.”
Nate smiled, sliding out of the chair and standing between ’s legs. Removing his hand from ’s, he gripped his face and leaned forward into a kiss. bent his head back, letting his hands rest on Nate’s hips as the kiss deepened.
“Just the two of us tonight?” Nate asked.
While not technically true, knew what he was asking. “Yes.”
He let himself fall back, bringing Nate with him. Careful not to jostle him too much, he reached down, grabbing the hem of his shirt. He paused when he realized Nate was wearing the same clothes he’d been wearing on the beach.
“Did you do laundry?” asked softly.
Nate chuckled. “No offense, but your clothes were far too big. I wanted my clothes, so Elliot washed them.”
“I’m sure he was happy about that,” said with a snort.
Nate’s lip curled. “I think you might be happier.”
blinked as Nate pushed himself upright, kneeling between ’s legs. Still smirking, he reached down, took hold of the waistband of his shorts, and pulled down. wasn’t sure when Nate had suddenly found the courage for a striptease, but he wouldn’t argue, especially when the band of the man’s underwear came into view and, with another push, the top of Nate’s thigh.
’s eyes widened, mouth going dry. Surging forward, he pushed Nate onto his back, earning a soft laugh. Taking hold of his shorts, he pulled them free and tossed them aside. Sure enough, there was Nate, lower half clad only in a jockstrap. sucked in a breath, running his hand over the pouch at the front and letting it out as he felt Nate stiffen under his touch.
“Am I allowed to take my shirt off first, or are you just going to ravish me as is?” Nate asked, amusement in his voice.
Taking Nate’s shirt off also involved him having to roll over and toss the shirt away. For a moment, ’s gaze slipped over the man’s back, broad in the shoulders but lithe. And then it dropped to his exposed ass, cupped by the bands of the jockstrap, and on full display.
bent down, gripping Nate’s thighs and holding him in place. Bending forward, he kissed one of his inner thighs, spreading the man’s legs wider. That earned him a soft shudder, and when he gently bit the sensitive inner flesh, Nate let out a low moan. Taking his time, slowly inched up Nate’s thigh, nipping and licking as he went, each step bringing a soft noise of approval.
Reaching the base of his exposed ass, grabbed each globe in his hands, kneading. Once more, he found that a kiss and a lick on each brought a shiver from Nate, but his teeth, applied carefully, drew forth a moan.
“Ty,” Nate breathed, beginning to squirm.
It had only been a few minutes of teasing, but could feel his heart thundering in his chest. He knew exactly what he wanted, but he wanted it to be good for Nate, to make it count. Taking a steadying breath, he moved away long enough to grab supplies from the bedside table and return to where Nate was still sprawled, looking over his shoulder at him.
opened the bottle of lube, bending forward to place a gentle kiss on Nate’s lower back. “You are...gorgeous.”
“It’s been a while,” Nate managed to get out.
“I know,” whispered. “Don’t worry.”
“I won’t.”
With a bit of coaxing, he managed to get Nate to lift himself up enough that his ass was in the air, stuck out toward him as he kept his face on the mattress. reached beneath him, freeing his cock from the confines of the jockstrap. Nate’s cock jutted out beneath him, and he moaned when ’s fingers wrapped around it.
The sounds became downright guttural when gently pushed his lubed finger into the man. Nate’s eyes closed, hips twitching as the finger slid in deep. continued stroking his straining cock, watching Nate’s face intently.
His own cock was straining against his shorts as he watched Nate bite his bottom lip and moan when the second finger was added. His stomach flipped when he felt Nate’s cock jerk in his grip, leaking furiously at the tip as spread him open. Nate’s features rapidly turned red as the third finger was added, and he cried out when ’s fingers curled inside him.
“Gorgeous,” repeated as he drank in the display.
Nate pushed against his fingers. “Ty, please. No more fingers, no more teasing. I need you?—.”
smiled, gently pulling his fingers free and catching Nate’s gaze. “You need me...what?”
Nate sucked in a breath. “I need you inside me, please .”
Just that small admission was enough to add more color to Nate’s face. wondered how far he could get away with teasing and what dirty things he could get him to say.
Just one more.
“My what?” asked softly.
Nate groaned, squirming. “Your cock damn it. I want your cock inside me.”
never knew he had a thing for hearing Nate talk dirty, but the sudden, almost painful hardness of his cock told him he did. With a low growl, he ripped his shirt off, stepped off the bed, and kicked his shorts away. Nate stayed where he was, and as much as wanted to push into the man from behind, gripping onto the waistband of the jockstrap as extra leverage, he would wait.
“On your back,” told him, getting back on the bed.
Nate did as he was told, chest rising and falling rapidly as he laid himself out once more. could barely pay attention to what he was doing as he lubed his cock, put the condom on, and added another slippery layer to that. His heart pounded as he inched forward, hooking Nate’s legs around his waist. From that position, he could watch himself slide into Nate and still see every expression on his face.
Nate reached out, holding onto ’s elbows. “I’m ready.”
let out a soft growl and pushed forward, reminding himself to be careful. He nearly lost the thin thread of control when he felt the warmth of Nate’s body wrap around the head of his cock. Below him, Nate let out another soft cry, body going tense as entered him.
Using one hand to hold Nate steady, he used the other to grip the man’s cock. It jerked in ’s hand, more fluid coating the head as he slowly pushed in. The process was torturous, and felt like it took forever. Nate’s noises grew deeper and more plaintive as sank deeper, squirming as he slowly jerked the man off. It felt as though it took forever to sink all the way.
When he finally did, he was able to bow forward, with Nate wrapping his arms around his neck. The kiss was fierce and immediate, Nate’s lips parting to let ’s tongue explore his mouth. The man’s body was incredibly warm, and the grip around had his head spinning.
But when Nate gave him the cue to move, didn’t question it. The first thrusts were shallow and careful, letting both of them adjust. Bit by bit, he could feel Nate’s grip around his cock easing, his body adjusting to the intrusion. Nate’s breathing became less ragged, though sharper, his hips beginning to push up against ’s downward thrusts.
stopped paying attention to how his hips moved, allowing himself to move naturally to Nate’s cues. Despite how worried they had been about going too far for Nate, he only grew more desperate, moaning for more, when grew harder and deeper with his thrusts.
No longer caring where they were or how it would cut the time he could last rapidly, began to drive into Nate in earnest. Skin met skin in a sharp sound, mingling with Nate’s whimpers and half-realized pleas for to continue. Pleasure shuddered and shook between them as rocked into Nate, driving them toward the edge.
“Ty, I’m…” Nate began, his body going taut.
’s eyes widened. Was Nate really going to come just from being fucked?
“Oh shit, do it,” groaned.
Nate’s grip became fierce, and with a sharp cry, he bucked up onto ’s cock. His body shook as his cock jerked between them, splattering warmth on their stomachs and chest. shoved his face into Nate’s neck, biting down without thought and feeling his own release take him.
When it was over, they were left sweating and weak. managed enough strength to pull himself free of Nate gently, dispose of the condom, and grab a towel to clean them up.
Nate lay completely unmoving as gently wiped him down. “I never...knew it could be like that.”
chuckled, nuzzling against Nate’s shoulder. “That was, uh, intense. You okay?”
Nate closed his eyes, sighing heavily. “I feel as though you somehow managed to...fuck, every last bit of worry out of me.”
Despite his body’s exhaustion, felt a stir in his groin at the phrasing. “Okay, you’re not allowed to talk dirty while I’m recovering. It’s not fair.”
Nate opened one eye, smiling. “Someone has a weakness.”
Chucking the towel away, Nate kissed him. “Yeah, apparently, it’s for well-spoken guys saying dirty things. I’m really going to have to see what I can get you to say in the future.”
Nate leaned against his shoulder. “If the result is anything like that, then you have a high chance of getting me to say whatever you want.”
“Duly noted,” said, settling onto his back.
Nate wasted no time in rolling over and laying himself over ’s front. “I’m glad...we did this. And I know you don’t expect anything but?—”
shook his head, laying a hand over the back of Nate’s head. “Don’t. Let’s deal with the current problem, and maybe we can talk about what happens afterward. Okay?”
Nate gave a soft hum of approval as played with his hair. “Okay. But we will talk about it.”
relaxed into the bed, feeling Nate’s presence at his side. “Yeah, we will.”
What the result of that would be, he didn’t know. But for now, he had Nate there with him, safe and away from all the troubles of the world. He just hoped he could keep him that way.