Chapter 6 #3
Tobin used a slicked tentacle to tease Fray’s entrance, slipping the tip inside him, and Tobin watched the full display of pleasure in Fray’s eyes, on his face, in the filthy words he mumbled, the way he begged for more.
And if Tobin thought he’d found heaven when Fray had fucked him, he wasn’t prepared for how intense, how surreal it was to be inside Fray. To make him come, to make his body sing.
And when he came inside him, Tobin could have sworn he’d seen the afterlife. The bond was complete and wonderful and everything all at once. It might have been overwhelming if it weren’t so utterly perfect.
The way Fray looked at him with such wonder, such adoration. The way he held Tobin’s face and kissed his cheeks, his lips, his forehead, his closed eyes, whispering his name, over and over. “Tobin, Tobin, Tobin....”
He couldn’t quite bring himself to believe it. To believe that this was really his.
“It seems unreal, doesn’t it?” Fray mused quietly. They were cuddling on his bed, sometimes kissing, sometimes just staring into each other’s eyes, smiling like ridiculous lovesick teenagers.
“You’ve wanted this for years, huh?”
“Well, you. The whole being bonded thing is a nice added bonus.”
“I’m sorry I made you wait,” Tobin whispered. “I’m sorry I was so blind. And stupid.”
Fray gave him a soft kiss. “It was more than worth it. And anyway, if I’d got what I wanted before, maybe I wouldn’t have this now with you.”
Tobin studied his blue eyes, seeing the flecks of navy and gold that made his eyes shine.
“Do you think...” He wasn’t sure he should say this, but there was no hiding from Fray.
Not anymore. “Do you resent me for not wanting you before now? Not that I didn’t want you, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.
I just didn’t think it was possible. I didn’t think happiness was possible, let alone this. ”
Fray’s eyes were soft, and he kissed Tobin with a smile.
“I could never resent you.” He took Tobin’s hand and placed it against his chest, and Tobin could feel the thump of his hearts.
“Honestly, I’m grateful. For the bond, for you.
For everything that brought us here. I’m sorry I never realised you were so sad before.
I wish I’d known. I would have tried harder to show you how much you matter.
Not just to me, but to everyone here. All those times you went off on your own.
All those times you felt you were better off alone.
” He skimmed his hand up to Tobin’s hair, brushing it off his forehead before pressing a kiss there. “You’re not alone anymore.”
Tobin kissed him softly. “I can’t even remember why I was so scared before.
I feel...” He tried to put it into words.
“This is all new and exciting and the best thing to ever happen to me, but it also feels like we’ve been this way for a hundred years.
I’m so comfortable with you, like we know each other so well, but at the same time, we have so much to learn.
Does that even make sense?” He laughed at himself.
“I can’t believe I’m saying all this sappy shit out loud. ”
Fray chuckled, studying Tobin’s eyes, his whole face. “I get it. I feel.... I dunno. Right. I feel right, now. Like I didn’t know how wrong I felt before, but I must have, because now it’s been corrected, and I feel complete, like I’ll never need anything else.”
“Yes!” Tobin agreed. “It’s kinda fucked up.”
Fray laughed at that. “It totally is. And just think, now for all eternity you have to laugh at all my jokes. I mean, yay for me, but does that bother you?”
Tobin snorted. “I love your jokes, even the super bad ones.” Then he shook his head, smile wide. “Holy shit. See, that absolutely should bother me, but it doesn’t. Why doesn’t it annoy me? Pretty sure it would have annoyed the old me.”
Fray did a happy wiggle, his grin wide. “I get to be even more annoying now, and you will love every minute.”
Tobin cracked up laughing and gave him a shove. “Christ. We are gonna be that couple, aren’t we? That sickly sweet, lovey-dovey couple that everyone hates.”
“I fucking hope so. We owe Ciaran and Sawyer a lot of payback.”
Tobin laughed again but then rolled onto his back and put his hands over his face. “I owe them an apology. I was such a dick before. When I realised what was going on with me. Figured out what all these feelings were.”
Fray sprang up to straddle Tobin on all fours and peeled his hands away so he would look at him.
“No apology necessary. It was your resisting-the-bond era. In Ciaran’s resisting era, he spent a day at the bottom of the Cove, pouting like a baby and then hid at the hut for two days.
I had to put up with his misery for all of that.
Not to mention the other shit they put me through—the stifling pheromones, Sawyer trying to kill me for touching Ciaran. ”
Tobin’s blood ran cold and hot at the same time, and his hearts skidded to a stop. “I’m sorry, what? Sawyer tried to kill you? What the—”
Fray laughed again and pinned Tobin’s wrists to the mattress beside his head. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have tried to tackle Ciaran when his bonded mate was right there. Stark naked, mind you. I’ll never unsee that. Do we get trauma pay?”
Tobin’s temper deflated—not entirely, but enough to let him almost smile.
“Like when your Norwegian cousin put his arm around you. I was doing okay at the denial thing until he touched you....” Then he thought about that.
“Okay, so maybe I wasn’t doing well. I almost passed out on the boat.
I should probably apologise for that as well. ”
“No,” Fray said, leaning down to kiss him. “No apologies. They understand that people aren’t really themselves when they’re bonding.”
“You were fine, though.”
“Ha!” He laughed. “Uh, no. I was miserable. The love I felt for you was so much worse, but I just thought it was because I was trying to unlove you, and it was putting up a fight. Like death throes or something. I was confused and miserable, but I’d spent many years confused and miserable because of the whole unrequited love thing, so—”
Tobin threw him off and rolled them over so he was on top, unable to stop from smiling. By the gods, the way Fray laughed.... “Wait, wait.... You said the love you felt for me was worse? Worse? Shouldn’t that have been better?”
Fray laughed some more. “Did you miss the part about it being unrequited? There was suffering, Tobin. Suffering. Years of suffering and misery.”
“It would probably be more convincing if you weren’t grinning when you said that,” Tobin tried.
He kissed him again, soft and slow, but it quickly became something more.
Passion ignited so easily between them, desire and need fuelling the fire.
Tobin wanted him like he’d never wanted anything else.
It was borderline desperation. He needed him.
“Fuck, Fray,” he murmured into their kiss.
Then he pulled back, giving him room to move. “Roll over for me. Onto your stomach.”
Fray quickly obeyed, stretching out like a cat in the sun, then raising his arse when Tobin used his knees to spread his legs. “Fuck yes.”
Tobin took a moment to appreciate the view. Fray’s muscular back covered with a tattoo. The giant blue octopus with dark blue eyes, its arms curving along and accentuating the muscles on Fray’s back. He’d seen it a thousand times but not this up-close and never laid out for him like this.
Fray cleared his throat and gave a side-eye over his shoulder. “Did you forget something? You’re not railing me when you absolutely should be railing me right now.”
Tobin chuckled and pressed a kiss to Fray’s spine between his shoulder blades, just above the tattooed octopus’s head.
Then, because he wanted to and he didn’t have to censor himself anymore, he kissed the tattoo.
“Just admiring the view,” he murmured, trailing kisses along the tentacle that snaked up to his shoulder. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Fray hummed and stretched his back, clearly enjoying the attention, the kisses. He hissed when Tobin lightly bit the back of his neck. “You’re still not inside me, Tobin. I swear to the gods—”
Tobin laughed and pressed his cock into the crevice of Fray’s arse, nudging against the entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you fully human, then you can do me, and after that, we’re gonna fuck in freeform.”
Fray let out a ragged breath, and he nodded franticly, rocking his hips back and forth. “Please, please,” he whined.
Tobin held Fray’s hips down and drove his cock into him. Still slick from earlier, Fray’s body took him willingly. He was hot, tight, and so fucking good. Fray groaned as Tobin sank all the way in, and he spread his legs wider and tried to raise his hips, but Tobin held him fast.
He leaned down, pressing his weight onto Fray’s back. “You wanted me to rail you.”
“Yes,” Fray murmured. “Please.”
Tobin drove his cock in as hard and deep as he could, and Fray took it with a soulful groan.
“You like that,” he whispered behind Fray’s ear.
Then he rolled his hips, digging in deeper, and Fray’s back arched under his weight.
The sounds he made only spurred Tobin on, moans and pleading groans urging him for more, more, yes, yes.
And the tether between them tightened, the bond strengthening and intensifying, making Tobin feel every single thing.
“Oh fuck, Fray,” he cried. He slid his arm underneath Fray and kissed his shoulder, then his neck. “Gonna come.” His orgasm hit him so hard, barrelling through him with enough force to make the room spin and fireworks spark behind his eyes.
Fray grunted with each pulse that Tobin put inside him.
Tobin collapsed onto Fray’s back, breathless, the room still spinning, but he still had enough sense to think of Fray. “Are you okay? I was rough. I’m sorry.”
Fray laughed. He actually laughed. “I’ve never...”
“Never been railed before?”
He chuckled again. “Not like that. And I’ve never come hands-free before.”
Tobin barked out a laugh. “So I didn’t hurt you, then.”
“Only in the best way.”
Tobin hummed and kissed the back of Fray’s neck. “Now you’re gonna need a few minutes to recover. Is that what you’re telling me?”
Fray laughed and dumped Tobin off his back only to manhandle him down the bed, roll him onto his stomach, and then, using his knees, he drove Tobin’s legs apart. “Fuck no. The way I feel right now, I could fuck you nonstop for days.”
Tobin laughed into the blankets, and he was just about to tell him he wouldn’t object to that when Fray pushed his cock into him. It stole the words from his throat, taking all reasonable thought with it. He lifted his hips, spread his legs, and let Fray do to him what he’d just done to Fray.
It was without mercy, and it was divine.
He’d never wanted anything more. He needed this. He needed Fray, he needed the bond between them, and he needed his seed inside him.
It was a primal thing he couldn’t explain. Hell, he couldn’t begin to explain any of it. Only that it was necessary. He needed him.
Like when they snoozed and then made love straight after, slower and more tender, or when they slipped into the water and swam freeform, a tangle of arms and joined in the most intimate of ways. And when they fell asleep in human form, still wrapped in each other’s arms.
Nothing else existed. It was the perfect bubble of ignorant bliss, of endless sex and laughter, of making their bond utterly unbreakable.
The perfect, perfect bubble of peace and quiet—
“You two alive in there?” Hendrix called out. Then he laughed. “Care to come out any time soon?”
“Hey, Hendo,” Fray yelled back. “Fuck off.”
Hendrix snorted, but then it was Ciaran who spoke. “Yeah, sorry, guys, but—”
“Hey, you had two full days at the hut,” Fray yelled.
“And you’ve had closer to three,” Hendrix said.
“What?”
Three days?
Ciaran snorted. “Come out, guys. We have guests. You know, your cousins from Norway? They want to see you, Fray.”
“Oops.” Fray’s wide eyes went to Tobin’s and they both laughed. “Okay, we’ll come out. Hey, Ciar?”
“Yeah?”
“Is there food?”
He snorted. “Otis is already on the job.”
Mmm.
“They’re gonna give us so much shit,” Fray mumbled.
But the mere mention of food made Tobin’s stomach growl. “Okay, let’s go face the music.”