Chapter 17 #2
It stung. But it was hard to focus on that when Alexander was ripping the last of Tobias’s shredded hoodie off, throwing it in a discarded heap next to the clean clothes Sadie had left him.
Tobias scrabbled for Alexander’s clothes, only managing to take his shirt off before he decided they needed to be horizontal.
He tried to lift Alexander onto the bed.
Before he even got him an inch off the floor, his ribs flared and he cried out in pain.
“You’re still injured,” Alexander said.
Tobias gritted his teeth and nuzzled Alexander’s healing shoulder. “Fuck. Never mind that, just come here.”
He sat down on the bed, trying to pull Alexander with him.
Alexander dropped to his knees instead.
“You’re injured,” Alexander repeated sternly. “Stay still.”
Tobias’s eyebrows shot up. This was what he’d expected after he learned Alexander was a hunter, the nineteen-year-old trying to keep the illusion of control at all times: playing like he was in control. Calm. Confident. Everything he told himself he needed to be.
Alexander tugged the rest of Tobias’s ripped sweatpants and boxers off, jerking back as his cock bounced up and almost hit him in the nose.
“Sorry,” Tobias said breathlessly.
Alexander shook his head.
His assurance from before was fading fast, even as he gripped Tobias around the base.
Tobias waited for him to mention that he smelled rank or that he had blood matted in his pubes, but Alexander seemed too distracted to bring it up.
He was eyeing Tobias’s cock with a mixture of determination, nerves, and desperate lust that made Tobias wonder how many blow jobs the guy had given.
Tobias buried a hand in Alexander’s dyed curls. “Want me to tell you what I like?”
“Yes,” Alexander said, too fast.
Tobias tightened his grip. Alexander’s shoulders sagged in relief, eyelids fluttering.
“There we go,” Tobias muttered, unable to stop himself. “Just like that.”
“You said you’d tell me what you like,” Alexander said, voice edged with desperation.
Tobias bit his lip. There were a hundred things he wanted to drag out of Alexander as he knelt there in front of him. But in that moment Tobias was just happy to be wanted, even if it wasn’t everything his wolf craved.
“You’re tricky,” Tobias said, brushing his blunt nails against his scalp. “Know that? Covering up your own wants by getting me to tell you about mine. You don’t have to keep hiding this shit. I won’t tell anybody.”
Alexander stared up at him, mouth slack. Then he blinked hard and leaned in, dragging his tongue roughly over Tobias’s cockhead.
Tobias groaned, tightening his grip. “Slower, baby. And a little lighter.”
Alexander obeyed immediately.
Tobias watched him, absurdly fond. Just like last time, Alexander’s embarrassment and guardedness slowly slid away to reveal the sweet, eager boy underneath. He only got sweeter the more encouragement Tobias gave him, until he was putty in his hands.
Alexander pulled off, flushed and panting. “How is it?”
“It’s perfect,” Tobias said.
Self-consciousness flooded back into Alexander’s posture so fast Tobias almost cursed. He almost had Alexander with all his walls down, just how he wanted him.
“You don’t have to say that,” Alexander said defensively. “I’m not stupid. You can tell I’m not an expert.”
“Don’t want you to be an expert,” Tobias said honestly. “I just want to watch how much you love it. Wanna see you get your spiky fucking walls down and give yourself to me.”
Alexander looked genuinely panicked. It was the exact opposite of what Tobias wanted, so he acted on instinct, tugging hard on Alexander’s hair.
“Ah-ah,” Tobias said. “Keep going. You want to be good for me, right?”
He rubbed his cockhead against Alexander’s lower lip. Alexander’s mouth went slack, his breath hitching. He gave Tobias another wary look, but closed his lips around Tobias’s cock again, sucking slow and light, as Tobias had told him.
“Shit,” Tobias whispered. He thrust shallowly into Alexander’s mouth, both of them startled when Alexander let out a muffled moan around his shaft. “Could you take more, baby? I bet you could.”
Alexander looked up at him, his mouth lax around his cock. He was nervous, Tobias realized with an alarming amount of fondness. But he was also eager.
Tobias pushed Alexander’s head down until he nearly choked, then eased him back.
As far as distractions went, it was very effective.
Soon the nerves were gone from Alexander’s face, replaced by a dazed desperation that made Tobias’s cock throb inside his dedicated mouth.
Alexander took to cocksucking like he did everything else in his life, from hunting to minimum wage customer service jobs: with concentrated vigor.
But unlike hunting and customer service, he seemed to love it so much he forgot to focus on doing well, his enjoyment making him sloppy. It only made Tobias hotter for him.
“You take it so well,” Tobias told him, barely aware of what he was saying as he fucked Alexander’s mouth gently and ignored his twinging ribs. “Shit, look at you. Fucking perfect, Alexander. I’m gonna come. I want you to swallow it, okay?”
Alexander made a wet noise around his cock. He strained his neck, trying to sink further down Tobias’s shaft. Tobias gripped his hair, holding him steady. Then he came, mumbling nonsense under his breath, thighs shaking.
Come overflowed from Alexander’s lips and spilled down his chin. Alexander swiped at it, then hesitated. To Tobias’s surprise, Alexander lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked the come off. He looked embarrassed by this, but also expectant.
Tobias remembered telling him to swallow it all and laughed breathlessly. He hauled Alexander up to sit on the bed beside him, hiding how much it hurt his ribs. He licked the last of his own come from Alexander’s sticky palm, kissing the disgusted expression Alexander made in response.
Tobias rubbed the nape of Alexander’s neck and pulled back, grinning shakily. “You just want to be good. Isn’t that right, baby? You just want someone to tell you you’re good.”
Alexander’s cheeks flushed red. It didn’t mean Tobias was wrong—it meant he was right.
Too right, and Alexander hated it. Tobias could see the nerves try to creep back in, but he wasn’t having it.
He dropped his other hand to the bulge in Alexander’s pants, and Alexander’s panicked expression morphed into that same desperate pleasure as before.
“So fucking good for me,” Tobias said mindlessly as he took Alexander out of his pants and stroked him. “So good, Alexander.”
Alexander moaned. He was already shaking, squeezing his eyes shut as Tobias worked him over. He jerked against Tobias’s hold and came in barely ten strokes. Tobias watched him in awe, his soft cock twitching against his thigh as Alexander dropped his head onto Tobias’s shoulder and whimpered.
They sat on the bed for several moments afterward, breathing hard. Tobias nosed at Alexander’s neck, full of longing that was only partly to do with sex.
“That was so hot,” he said as he pressed kisses into Alexander’s skin. “You were so fucking incredible, Alexander.”
Alexander tensed. He was already guarded again, Tobias could see it seeping in around the post-orgasm high.
“Shut up,” Alexander mumbled. He climbed off the bed, his legs still shaking before he forcibly steadied them. “We shouldn’t have done that. It…it isn’t good for your ribs.”
While his concern was touching, Tobias knew it wasn’t just about his ribs. Alexander couldn’t even meet his eyes as he pulled his shirt back on.
Tobias lay back against the bed and huffed a pained laugh. One day, he would get Alexander to take down all those protective walls around his heart. But for now, Tobias would take what he could get.