23. Haze
23
HAZE
The game controller used with my computer is definitely better than trying to use the keyboard and mouse. I’ve never been huge into games, but that might have been accessibility. Dane and Frankie both had consoles, but playing meant I’d have to play with them.
That wasn’t going to happen for obvious reasons.
I also like that I can play on my computer and don’t need to buy a console. My only complaint is that it takes up a lot of room. I can’t use my computer for much else at this point. If I end up really enjoying the game or get into other online games, I’ll have to consider purchasing a gaming computer, something built to support this kind of software.
For now, and because I’m still at a low level, it’s only slightly laggy. I saw the difference when I upgraded to a level four orc. Apparently, a lot comes with that level up, though I’ve yet to figure it out.
As usual, what I like best about gaming is that I get to hang out with Oren and his friends. In a way, it feels like I’m finally living out a normal childhood where I get to hang out with my older brother and his friends. Fifteen years later, but I love it all the same.
“Nice kill, Haze,” Huntley says. “Bigger orc muscles for the win.”
I laugh.
“Oh my god, I forgot to tell you what Matilda did this time,” Dauntless says.
“Oh no,” Oren says.
“I can’t wait for this,” Shelton—ShelTheGreat—says. Shelton is the guy who owns the coffee shop where my brother used to pretend to work. He seems cool for someone whose parents bought him a coffee shop for high school graduation. No lie.
Also, I’m in the presence of actual royalty. Three years ago, the prince of Mrandek, Henrik, made headlines. Not for the first time, mind you. He’s the heir of a throne he doesn’t want, so he was always doing something in an effort to make his parents name his sister or cousin or dog heir.
He thought he’d actually crossed the line when he announced to the world that he was engaged to a man with no royal blood. The tabloids went wild. His parents tried to forbid it. Just when Prince Henrik thought he’d gotten his wish, suddenly his parents decided to embrace LGBTQIA+ and usher in a ‘ new era of acceptance and love ’ in Mrandek.
You’d have had to live under a rock not to have seen the mess.
But anyway, Albie, the man of no royal blood that Prince Henrik fell in love with, is actually Oren’s online bestie, DAUNTless. To say I nearly fell out of my chair when he made that connection is an understatement. I might have tried to swallow my tongue.
I’m talking to a prince and I didn’t even know it!
What’s truly wild about Albie is the stories that take place in the castle. Namely, by Henrik’s sister, Matilda.
“You know there’s this big thing about how the queen hates pink,” Albie says. “Right? I mean, I feel like even the rats in the castle know that.”
“Yes,” we all agree.
“So it was the Queen Mum’s birthday, and Matilda went all out. She decorated to the nines, all in fancy purple and gold. I’m going to back up a little and say that the fine porcelain that’s been in the royal family for ages is getting really fragile, and Mom’s been throwing hints for a while now that she needs a new set. It would be her legacy, and she should really start designing it.”
“Oh no,” Oren says. I’m grinning as I watch my little orc move forward on the screen.
“So the party is lit. There are hundreds of people here to celebrate Mom’s birthday. Matilda makes this huge deal about having the best gift. It’s covering an entire table. There’s this elaborate cover that’s keeping it concealed. I mean, we all know that this is the new china set, right? When Matilda lifts this curtain up, the room is dead silent.”
“It’s pink!” Huntley exclaims.
“Not entirely pink. It’s primarily black and silver, but the accent color? A bright fucking pink! Honestly, it’s stunning. Absolutely gorgeous. Mind you, while the entire room is so quiet you could hear an owl fly, the Queen Mum is staring with a stony straight face and freaking Matilda has such a fucking poker expression, she actually pulls off being dumbfounded about why the room suddenly fell silent and why Mom’s not thrilled with her new china.”
“Oh my god, I want to be a fly on the wall sometimes,” Huntley says. “I feel like we’d all get along with Matilda.”
“Wild,” I say.
“She has bigger balls on her than anyone I’ve ever met,” Shelton says.
“Oh yeah,” Albie agrees. “Henrik was freaking dying and since I’m still arguing about not wearing that stupid ruffle collar, I try my damnedest to look sympathetic.”
“Isn’t Henrik’s goal to have Matilda named heir?” I ask. “I feel like Matilda isn’t helping that along.”
Albie laughs. “Honestly, I think we all know at this point that Henrik isn’t going to get out of being heir. What’s going to happen is we’re going to have a kid, and that kid will probably be old enough to take the throne once Henrik’s mother dies, so he’ll just pass it along to our kid.”
“I’m still confused as to why they wouldn’t just listen to Henrik when he said he didn’t want the throne and give it to Matilda,” Shelton says. “Mind you, I live for these stories, but it just seems stupid and wasteful.”
“I know. We don’t have the reason. Personally, I think Matilda’s always been a bit of a wild child, and they didn’t want her on the throne because of that,” Albie says.
“Are you bummed you won’t be king with Henrik when he passes it to your kid?” Oren asks.
“Nah. I mean, I’m already living every damn person’s dream, aren’t I? I was rescued from my pauper life and now live in a castle with my Prince Charming. I think I win regardless of who takes the throne.”
I nod. That’s fair. I can’t even imagine what that might have looked like. What if a prince had shown up to our house and demanded me or Oren? I bet Dad would have told them off. The thought makes me roll my eyes.
My door opens, and I glance up. Imry smiles. I texted him before I logged in that I’d be on the computer and might not hear him at the door, so he could let himself in. I grin and turn my eyes back to the screen.
I’m currently lying on my stomach sprawled across the hassock with my arms over the edge, my computer on the floor, and playing Second World with Oren and his friends like that. Are they my friends now, too? I feel like maybe they are. But since I like the idea of hanging out with my older brother and his friends, I’m going to pretend they’re just his.
Imry moves behind me. I feel his legs at my feet and glance over my shoulder. My heart jumps into my throat when I see the heated look in his eyes. I think even my dick feels the heated look in his eyes.
He licks his lips and… yep. I shift as my cock twitches. I face the computer again, making sure my orc dude isn’t going to walk off a cliff or something and try to twist around. His hand lands between my shoulders to keep me there. His legs straddle mine, pushing mine together as he comes down on my back.
His heat seeps into my skin, instantly making me burn. “Stay just like this, Haze.”
I shiver, taking a deep breath as his hand slides down my spine and grips my ass cheek.
“Think you can keep your sexy sounds in?” he murmurs at the ear without the headset mic.
I shake my head. No fucking way.
“Want to see if you can?”
I’m torn. Like, seriously torn in many directions. Part of me wants to give my brother all my attention. Another part of me wants to be fucked by Imry just like this. The thrill of doing so with Oren and his friends on the mic while I’m playing a game is so fucking exciting, I’m nearly shaking.
My head nods before I can stop myself. Imry wastes no time yanking my shorts and underwear off me.
I try like fucking hell to concentrate on the guys’ voices over my headset, especially when I hear my name.
“You okay, Haze?” Oren asks.
I nod. “Yeah, sorry.” Do I sound breathless? “I’m ready.”
“Cool. You have all the tools in your bag for this?”
I click the R button to pull up my bag as Imry’s hands grip my ass cheeks. My face cheeks heat and I glance at the covered camera lens. No one can see me. I just need to make sure I’m keeping my sounds inside.
Should be soooo easy, right?
“Yes,” I answer. “I have them.”
“Then let’s go.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask them if they have a revive spell or something since I’m probably going to walk straight into my death without a fight, but Imry buries his fingers into my ass. I clench my jaw as he works the lube into me.
I nearly jump off the hassock with a yelp when his teeth sink into my ass cheek.
“What happened?” Oren asks, alarm in his voice.
With a glare over my shoulder at Imry’s smirk, I say, “Sorry. Nearly rolled off the hassock.”
“Weird, but okay,” Shelton says.
Imry buries his fingers deeper. I try to spread my legs, but he has my shorts around my knees, keeping me exactly where he wants me. I take a breath and follow the group of fantasy things as they help me with a quest I’m probably going to fail.
I’m keenly aware of the sounds coming from behind me. The squelch of Imry’s fingers in my ass, sending tantalizing zings to my balls as he teases my prostate. The rustle of his clothes as he discards them. The tear of the condom wrapper and then the sound of it unrolling. Though distinct, I’m not sure exactly how to describe it.
This might be easier if he sits on my dick instead. I may be able to concentrate a little more on what I’m doing.
Imry’s body falls over mine, and I take a deep breath, trying to brace myself. His cockhead presses against my hole, and I make an extra effort to watch the screen and what I’m doing.
My breath freezes in my lungs as he begins sinking into me. It’s really fucking difficult not to groan. Clenching my jaw doesn’t keep the sound in. I reach up to push the mic into the mute position, but Imry catches my hand.
“No way,” he whispers in my other ear. “Practice the art of silence, Haze. I know you can be good for me.”
I glare at him over my shoulder, but his stupid smile is wicked, and he shoves his dick in deep. I make a choking sound as my body jerks. Jesus fucking hell. I think he stretched his dick. I’m pretty sure he’s buried himself up to my lungs.
“Haze?” Oren asks.
“I’m fine,” I grunt, and try to see the screen. I’m still moving forward. That’s something.
“You sure?”
Imry’s staying still, blessedly. Granted, he’s still poking my lungs, but he’s not thrusting right now, so I feel like that’s a plus. “Yeah,” I say, hoping my voice sounds steadier than it had a second ago.
Our characters continue. The guys start talking again. Imry leans down over my body, his mouth pressed to my ear that doesn’t have the mic, and whispers, “I know you can do better than that, Haze. Try harder.”
He pulls out and sinks back into me. A second time. A third. Fourth.
I’m desperately trying not to pant as he gets deeper and deeper with every thrust. Somehow. I know it’s not possible, but I think he’s trying to burrow into my body.
And this fucking angle! He’s hitting all the good spots with every downward jerk of his hips. I don’t know whether it’s intentional, the angle, or he’s trying to drive me mad, but I’m nearly whimpering as I try to concentrate on the screen and my orc and…
Imry wraps his arm under and around my neck, making my body arch backwards as he gets his arm against my throat. I can’t hold the controller in both hands now, so it drops. My vision blurs as he holds me tighter, fucks me harder. More insistently.
Flwap. Flwap. Flwap.
With each thrust, air is driven from my lungs until they’re empty. My eyes roll back as the lack of oxygen heightens my arousal. My building orgasm spikes.
My headset falls from my head as he fucks me with purpose. I’m ready to pass out. That point right before unconsciousness hits is when my orgasm shudders through me. The only reason my cry is silent is because I have no air to give it voice.
I shudder and shake as it rocks my body. Usually, Imry has a hand on my dick, helping me along. It was entirely unnecessary this time. My orgasm leaves my toes curled and my hair standing on end. I can feel the tingles from my scalp to the balls of my feet.
“Good boy,” Imry murmurs as he lets my throat go.
I suck in a needy breath as Imry brings my headset back to my head. “Now show me how good you can be and play your game while I fuck your pretty hole, Haze.”
It’s some ridiculous magic that keeps my moan in.
“Sorry,” I mutter, knowing damn well that I don’t sound normal right now. My vision is still splotchy as the world comes back into focus. I can’t think of a reason I suddenly vanished.
“You sure you’re okay?” Oren asks.
Not even a little bit. “Yes. Sorry. I’m focused now.” Lies. It’s all a lie!
Imry lays along my back and fucks me slowly, continuously, as I try my best to focus on the game. It helps that he’s not trying to get either of us off right now. He’s just fucking me. Playing his own game while I’m playing mine.
By the time we’re wrapping up the game, I’ve gotten pretty good at playing while distracted. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m good at the game like that, but I didn’t suddenly go AWOL again. As long as my mic was up and I could moan freely when needed, I did okay.
As I’m closing the laptop and letting my arms hang loose, I decide that this was probably one of the best afternoons ever. Everything about it was good. When Imry puts me in a full Nelson and starts fucking me for real again, I know it’s only going to get better.