Chapter Twelve
“We can’t talk about this here,” Tim gritted out. The house was dark and still, but the last thing he needed was Cody and Liam overhearing. He jerked his head toward the pod and stalked toward it, Lachlan on his heels. They were going to have this out privately.
Nothing more.
Inside, he closed the door behind them and flipped on the pod’s outside lamp, which cast enough glow through the windows so they weren’t in complete blackness.
This wasn’t a conversation meant for the light.
But they were only going to talk.
Except now that they were inside, the pod felt bloody tiny and Lachlan was filling Tim’s senses.
For six weeks, he’d kept in control. Sure, there’d been the phone call that night, but that was a one-off.
He’d successfully fought the hold Lachlan had over him.
The urge to be near him. The urge for more.
He couldn’t break now.
But Lachlan’s uneven breathing—nervous little huffs of air—made Tim want to reach out and soothe. His eyes wide in the faint golden glow, the faint musky scent of him—sea and sweat that made Tim want to lick the hollow of his throat and feel his stubble on his tongue…
Whoever this Julian was, he hadn’t deserved him. Tim still wanted to rip his head off. Which made no bloody sense since Lachlan was a grown man and it had all happened years ago—and most importantly, it wasn’t Tim’s concern.
Even if Lachlan felt like the most important thing in the world in that moment in the cramped pod, filling the air and every inch of space until Tim could barely breathe. This was a mistake. It was wrong. Even if he wanted this more than he could admit.
“Do you think I’m weird?”
Tim blinked at the question. “What?”
“This demisexual thing.”
“No.” He shifted foot to foot, inching back to stop himself from folding Lachlan into his arms.
Tim didn’t think he’d heard that term before tonight, though Maria could probably explain all about it. Not that he was going to tell her about anything about Lachlan. It was wrong. They were breaking all the rules.
That Lachlan apparently had deep feelings for him should have been the cold shower he needed. But Tim wanted him more than ever. “You don’t have to like hooking up.” Honestly, the idea of it made his blood pressure spike.
You’re mine.
Christ. He had to put a stop to this.
“It was different with you because I had all those old feelings,” Lachlan whispered. “And now I have new feelings.”
Tim steeled himself. “What do you want?”
Lachlan swallowed thickly. “You know.”
“No.” Hurt flickered over his face, and Tim twitched his fingers into fists to resist reaching out.
“Just admit you’d fuck me. If you weren’t you, and I wasn’t me, would you want me?”
“Yes.” The growl was barely a word. He’d wanted him as soon as Lachlan had walked into the bar in Bali—even more once he’d seen that shy smile and heard his warm laugh that lit the shadows in Tim’s heart.
“How?”
Tim’s head was full of answers. Right now. All the time. Your mouth, your arse, every bit of you.
“How do you want me?” Lachlan asked again, his voice low and breathy.
“On your hands and knees.” The words were out, and Tim was strung as tight as a bow.
“You’d fuck me hard, wouldn’t you?”
They were both panting, standing far too close.
“Would you open me up and—”
Tim groaned. “It’s wrong. We both know it. You were always good. Obedient.” He hadn’t meant those words to spark a powerful tug of lust, but he was achingly hard now.
Lachlan’s tongue swept over his lower lip, and his eyes gleamed. “Let me show you how good.”
Gritting his teeth, Tim fought not to spin him around and take him against the wall. He hadn’t tested the pod’s workmanship. How hard could they fuck against it before it cracked?
The ground beneath was splitting, an earthquake with the epicenter deep inside him.
Lachlan was very much a man, and Tim burned to make him his.
Again, Lachlan whispered, “If you weren’t you, and I wasn’t me…”
“We already played that game in Bali. At least you did. Why?”
“It was exciting. A fantasy come to life. I was going to tell you who I was, but then you gave me that look, and I knew you wanted me.” He raised his hand to his chest. “Me.”
Tim couldn’t deny it. He burned, remembering Lachlan in his arms.
Fingers tugging at the buttons of his shirt, Lachlan said, “I keep telling myself that I should regret it. I lied to you. But if I had the chance again…” He pulled his shirt from his bulging trousers, letting it hang open.
In the faint light, his nipples were hard. “I’d still want you. I still want you.”
Tearing his eyes away, Tim demanded, “How the fuck can you say that? You’re my son’s best mate! Never mind that I’m your boss now.”
“I know.” Lachlan half laughed. “It’s messed up. But when I think about never having that night with you—” He broke off and licked his lips. “It was so good, Tim. I don’t want to take that night back. The only thing I regret is not tasting your cum.”
Lust setting him on fire, Tim reached out as Lachlan swayed near, their lips close and breath warm. The urge to claim Lachlan’s mouth almost overwhelmed him, but he reeled himself in at the last second. This wasn’t—he couldn’t do that.
He couldn’t do any of this. Shouldn’t…
With a firm hand on Lachlan’s shoulder, the soft, fine material of his shirt bunching, Tim pushed. Eagerly, Lachlan dropped to his knees, the thud not seeming to bother him at all.
That’s what twenty years’ll do.
Fuck, he had to stop, but with Lachlan staring up with those big, brown eyes so needy and beautiful, Tim surrendered in a rush of sweet relief. Just tonight.
It was their secret. No one had to know.
He ran his thumb over Lachlan’s parted lips. “You want my cock?”
Lachlan shivered. “Please.”
Tim couldn’t deny he felt strong and desired—powerful—as Lachlan watched him free his dick. Lachlan shouldn’t have been wasting his time with a fifty-year-old, but here they were. Tim stripped off his singlet, leaving his jeans and jocks around his upper thighs.
Gripping his hard dick, he traced the head over Lachlan’s trembling lips. The sound of their labored breathing filled the pod. Beyond, the rest of the world disappeared the way it had in the pool in Bali.
Here, it was just them. And they were desperate for each other.
Our secret.
“I want to fuck your mouth,” Tim muttered—apparently out loud, since Lachlan moaned, opened said mouth, and swallowed until he was choking, his fingers digging into Tim’s bare hips.
Fingers threading through Lachlan’s soft, thick hair, Tim eased back before thrusting in. Lachlan made wet, eager noises, nodding. They bumped and banged before they found the right rhythm, the heat of Lachlan’s mouth incredible around him.
Nostrils flaring as he inhaled, Lachlan groaned, his fingers bruising. His mouth stretched wide, little wet whimpers escaping as Tim rocked in and out.
The building desire was like a screw being tightened, the tension building through Tim’s whole body. “You want to taste my cum?” he demanded. His voice was rough, his mouth dry. “Want it down your throat, or should I come all over you so you can lick it up?” He thrust hard.
Lachlan shuddered and choked, and Tim pulled out. He wasn’t ready to come yet. He rubbed Lachlan’s wet, swollen lips with his thumb.
“Will you fuck me first?” Lachlan begged hoarsely.
There was no point in pretending this wasn’t going to happen. “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk. Is that what you want?”
Eyes flickering, Lachlan nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Tim reached for his hair again, wanting to pull but also stroke gently. Lachlan met his gaze.
“Please fuck me.”
Tim pulled him to his feet and licked up his throat, tasting sweat and flesh, the stubble perfectly rough on his tongue. At Lachlan’s ear, fingers tight in his hair, he said, “Only tonight.”
In the silence aside from their harsh breath and the drum of Tim’s own heartbeat, Lachlan whispered, “Yes.”
“Let me see you,” Tim ordered. “Everything off.”
Lachlan freed his straining cock and stripped, gasping softly when Tim pushed him back to his knees. He spit into his palm and stared up, stopping with his dick in his hand. “Can I…?”
While Lachlan was asking for what he wanted, he also seemed keen to be told what to do. Tim caressed his head, and Lachlan leaned into the touch.
“Show me.”
Shuddering, Lachlan worked himself, staring up at Tim. He whimpered, and he was so beautiful Tim could barely stand it. Since when was a bloke beautiful?
The sound of Lachlan’s flesh slapping and breath coming harder filled the night. Tim asked, “You liked me fucking your mouth?”
Lachlan nodded desperately, sitting back on his heels, his hand flying over his shaft. If it was rough without lube, he didn’t seem to mind, which made Tim even hotter.
“I’m going to fuck your sweet arse until you’re begging to come.” He hardened his voice. “But you’re not allowed to come yet.”
Lachlan tensed and dropped his cock, and his obedience had Tim’s blood searing through his veins. “Good boy.”
Maria had usually been the bossy one in bed, and with other people it’d been standard stuff for the most part. “Vanilla,” Maria would call it. Tim reckoned even the rushed hand jobs in the toilets with men had been nothing out of the ordinary.
But with a beautiful, naked man kneeling at his feet, waiting to be told what to do, Tim couldn’t deny the powerful rush. He also couldn’t deny that Lachlan being forbidden fruit added to the thrill. It was their secret, and it was delicious.
“On the bed.”
Tim strode the few steps to the bathroom and grabbed lube and condoms from one of the drawers, glad he’d unpacked them. Had he been thinking of Lachlan when he had?
He didn’t want to answer that.
In the shadows at the end of the pod, he could make out Lachlan on his unmade bed as instructed. On his hands and knees.