20. Killian #2
“N-no. Not on purpose. He misread the room. I pushed him off and freaked out a bit, and he—he didn’t take it great.
Said that he knew I fooled around with the other guys on the team and didn’t get why I wouldn’t do the same with him.
He even started spouting nonsense about how Caleb and I would mess around, too, which was a total lie and set me off.
” Maddox’s voice grows softer as he speaks, and he continues to clutch at my jacket, twisting at the material.
I nod and press my nose against his hair, urging him to go on.
“It escalated. I got pissed off, he got pissed off, and everything went to shit after that night.”
“What happened…?”
“He’d shove me around, corner me in the bathroom, say the nastiest things, and threaten to break my bones.
He would smash my things and throw them into the trash.
It was all fucking petty and stupid. He spread a rumor about how I came onto him and some other guys on the team, said I was a pervert, and I lost friends because of it.
The guys on the team I had a thing with?
They turned against me, too, following his lead. ”
“Maddox…” My heartbeat’s loud in my ears, and I close my eyes and even out my breathing. “Jesus Christ. ”
“I think… I think he’s scared about being outed?
And it’s stupid, but I actually pity him because of that.
Whenever it comes up, I just say he and the rest of the team picked on me because I was too soft.
Or because I liked men. Or whatever. I never outed him despite everything, though…
I think it’s also because I felt it would escalate and get even worse. ”
I swallow. “And Caleb? Where does he fit into all of this?”
“He didn’t know. I’m not sure why, but his teammates never even let him hear about it.
He found out when my parents told him I was being harassed and wanted to pull me out of the school, despite it being our last semester…
That’s when Caleb forced me to tell him.
He broke his nose, Killian. They were both suspended and couldn’t play their last games of high school.
Viktor lost his college scholarship, and he’s never forgiven me for it.
On graduation day, he cornered me and said that if he ever saw me again, he was going to bash my face in until my own parents couldn’t recognize me. ”
Maddox furiously wipes his face that’s now glistening with tears.
He hiccups, and I inhale sharply and hold him tighter.
God. This is fucking horrible. No wonder Maddox always freezes up when Ulrich is around.
I get it now. The rage in me is palpable, and I don’t think I’ve ever been angrier in my life.
I reel it in though, because what Maddox needs right now is someone who will listen.
“At the party earlier, he… um, he asked me if I remember what he said last time, because why am I showing up again? That’s why I freaked out. I know it’s silly that someone like that frightens me so much. It makes me feel incredibly weak and pathetic. I hate myself… god, you must hate me too. I—”
I tip his chin and kiss him, and he opens up for me, his eyes fluttering closed.
“I’d never hate you,” I assure him. “And I’ll take care of Ulrich myself.”
A dry laugh escapes him. “Killian, no. Stay out of it. Please promise me you won’t do anything. It killed me when Caleb almost lost his scholarship back then, and if anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself. Promise me you won’t do anything. ”
“No,” I say simply. Grinning, I cock my head at him, brushing my thumb against his cheek to wipe away the wetness. Hiccuping again, Maddox reaches up to wipe the other side of his face, but I don’t let him. No, I pull him close and lick it, and he lets out a strangled laugh when I do.
“Stooop.” Despite his protests, his hiccups get mixed with giggles. Laughing, I kiss his cheek—his nose, his jaw—before trailing to his soft plump lips, where I place a short, gentle kiss, too.
We stay that way for a long while, with my hands around him. Maddox gradually relaxes, and I continue to ease the tension out of him with lazy kisses. He melts into me and buries his face in my neck.
“It’s going to be okay,” I tell him. The words come out of me several times, but Maddox doesn’t complain. He just nods each time, his hair tickling my chin. Closing my eyes, I breathe in his apple scent.
And when he’s finally stopped crying, when he’s no longer trembling in my arms, Maddox pulls away and holds my gaze. His hand is flat on my chest, simply resting there. Voice too soft, Maddox says, “Promise me you won’t do a thing.”
I don’t want to lie, so I distract him with another kiss instead, nipping his lower lip until he opens up for me. Maddox lets out a soft whine, his hands finding their way to my hair and tugging it. The sound he makes goes straight to my dick, which he immediately takes notice of.
Maddox blinks and peers down between us. “Don’t tell me you’ve got a crying kink. I’m gross.”
A wheeze escapes me. “I don’t. And you’re not.”
He rocks against me once, slowly, and my breath gets caught in my throat, making me clutch at his back. “What’s this about, then?”
“Ignore it.”
Maddox chokes on a laugh, and the sound is music to my ears. It makes me smile.
His fingers tighten in my hair again as he brings me in for another kiss. He sucks on my lip and hums. He shifts once more, thighs tightening around me, and presses himself against my stiff cock .
Oh, damn it.
“Maddox,” I say, as sternly as I can. It comes out raspy, though. “Don’t tease me right now. I really don’t want my dick to get the wrong idea while I’m supposed to be comforting you.”
Despite that, I don’t think Maddox himself got the memo either. A bubbly giggle escapes him and he grips my hair again. His thighs tighten around me. His knees hit the back of my seat, and he rocks against me again. Slowly.
“Killian,” he murmurs. “Help me turn this night around.”
“What do you mean?”
Maddox runs his fingers through my hair, then rests his hand against my cheek. His hand is warm and soft, and when I place my hand over it, it’s tiny compared to mine.
Silence stretches and Maddox studies me, searching my expression.
His cheeks are still wet, his eyes are still glossy, but he’s calmed down. Maddox chews on his bottom lip. There’s no more hardness in his expression, and when he speaks, it’s soft but genuine. “I want to see you come again.”
Oh, dear god. This man’s going to be the end of me.
“Y-yeah?”
“The way you take care of me turns me on,” he admits, voice so quiet I barely catch it. “I really, really want to see you unraveled right now.” His mouth quirks into a smile, though there’s a certain sadness to it that he can’t hide. It breaks my heart. “Distract me from this shitty night?”
I pull away from him and meet his gaze, searching. “Am I allowed to touch you now?”
“Yes.”
His response dislodges my heart, makes it hammer in my chest. The things Maddox does to me, really. He’s able to undo my entire universe with a single word. I study his face for any sign of hesitation, but he only looks at me with determination.
I kiss him, open-mouthed, my other hand snaking between us to undo his pants.
He does the same for me, and we both fumble as we move.
I should be concerned that we’re in a parked car on an empty street and anybody could walk past us—but I don’t care about that.
Nothing can stop me from having him right now.
We pull each other out, and then Maddox takes my wrist and licks a stripe over my palm, getting it all wet.
He keeps his amber eyes on me as he does, and this is it.
This is what’s going to be the end of me.
I watch as he does the same for his hand, then he reaches between us to wrap his hand around my dick.
A wicked grin spreads across his face at the way I buck against him.
Smug little nerd.
He’s not smug all that long, not when I mimic him, put my hand around him and give him a slow, steady upstroke. Maddox lets out a tiny whine that goes straight to my dick, then he buries his face against my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
“We need to do this fast,” he mumbles. “Someone might see us.”
Disappointing, but I see his point. It’s the first time he’s letting me touch him, and I wish I had all the time in the world—but I don’t.
“We can go slow next time,” he says, voice muffled against my neck, and that immediately perks me up.
“There’s going to be a next time?”
He makes an annoyed sound, then bites down on my neck. I let out a tiny yelp, but then he sucks on the same spot.
We continue to stroke each other, my mind quickly disintegrating with every passing minute.
I feel as if I’m running a marathon with how breathless I am.
He sounds just as unraveled as I do, and he snakes a hand under my shirt and drifts across my chest, letting his fingers roam across my skin.
He rubs a thumb over my nipple, and I grunt in surprise.
“God,” Maddox groans when I tease at the sensitive vein of his dick.
With a hand clutched in his hair, I keep him pressed against me as I murmur against his ear, “You like that?”
“Yes,” he rasps without hesitation. “Been thinking about your hands for too long now. ”
My heart soars. I could listen to him talk this way forever.
“You think about me?” I ask. “You ever touch yourself thinking of me?”
“Yes.” Maddox gives a jerky nod, then sucks in a breath. “Not my fault. You refused to hang up when I had a fucking dildo in me. Had no choice but to come to your voice.”
A devilish grin spreads across my face. “I knew it.”
“All I wanted was to stuff myself full to quiet my mind, and you wouldn’t leave me alone. Made me want to sit on your dick instead of some stupid, cold toy. I’d sit on your dick for hours if I could, Killian.”
Maybe Maddox is so out of it, so drunk on the heat of it all that he can’t stop himself, but I’m obsessed with how he’s telling me all this. It spurs me on. It makes me crazed.
“I can’t wait until you let me put my dick in you,” I tell him. “Can’t wait to see you come undone while you’re stuffed full of me.”
Maddox’s chest heaves and his ears grow red, and I know the effect my words have on him.
“Close,” he gasps, rocking up into my tight grip. “So close, Killian.”
Aside from the erratic way he continues to pump me, Maddox goes rigid when he comes.
His dick pulses in my hand and warm cum spills over my grip, and he lets out a moan that echoes in my ears.
I don’t think I’m ever going to forget that sound—don’t think I’m ever going to forget the way he comes in my arms, and the way his body melts into mine.
I come barely seconds after, groaning his name.
Electricity shoots through me and I throw my head back, eyes shutting tight.
My mind’s blank for too long, absolutely no thoughts left in me, and I only come to when Maddox pulls away.
Blinking, I meet his eyes. He stares at me, lips curved into a smile.
“We’re a mess.” Maddox looks between us. Both our hands are glistening and sticky.
I pull out a handkerchief from my pocket.
It’s tiny and thin but it’s all I’ve got, and we help clean each other off, and he gives me an amused look when I stuff the handkerchief back into my pocket—because no way am I going to leave that on the floor of my car to forget and for someone else to discover.
“Don’t forget to clean that,” he teases.
“Next time, we’re just going to use our mouths and swallow.” I give him a hopeful look. “Because… there’s going to be a next time, right? And no, you biting me isn’t an actual answer.”
Maddox lets out a surprised laugh, but then he recovers quickly. Grinning, he rubs a thumb over the scar on my eyebrow. He’s always been fascinated by it. “Yes, Killian. There’s going to be a next time.”
“And you’ll let me fuck you one day?” I ask, all subtlety out the window. I can’t help it. He didn’t shoot me down when I said it before, but who knows if that was because of the heat of the moment? I need to know. Maddox’s eyes widen, and I quickly rattle on, “Or you can fuck me.”
He seems even more surprised at that, his mouth parting. “You’d want that?”
“I prefer topping, but I can go either way.” I’m rambling. There’s a fire in me that won’t let me stop fucking rambling. “I don’t care. I’m good with anything you want, and I know you said you’d sit on my dick, but I don’t want it to seem as if I’m making assumptions. If you—”
“I enjoy bottoming,” he interrupts, and his admission makes my dick throb once more. The damn thing. Hasn’t it had enough for now? “Guys don’t normally ask. I mean, it works out because it’s what I like anyway, but I love that you thought to ask.”
A smile spreads across his face and he cups my jaw, leaning in to press his lips against mine. He kisses me slowly and gently, and it does nothing to calm down my raging heart.
“You make me feel seen,” he says.
I grin and run my hand through his hair, the pad of my thumb resting at his nape.
What he said echoes in my mind, and irritation courses through me at the reminder that while Maddox turns so many heads because of how pretty he is, nobody’s actually ever made a genuine effort.
I want to personally hunt down every guy who’s ever hurt him, who’s made him feel as if he doesn’t matter, starting with Viktor Ulrich.
Maddox deserves the world, and I hope he realizes that one day.