Chapter 14 Teddy #2
“Fuck, you haven’t changed, Little Bird,” he said, voice cracking and words carried on staggered puffs of air.
“No.” Wren shook his head, stealing kisses between their words. “Still me.”
Teddy rolled his hips into the space between Wren’s thighs. Enough for Wren to feel him hard against him, but not enough to make the move anything other than frustrating. He keened as he tried to roll his own hips, chasing that feeling of friction, the pressure, the relief it brought.
“Please.” He caught Teddy’s eyes and locked in, feral for the way his pupils were blown. For the way his nostrils flared and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Wren had done that.
Wren had made him look flushed, and sweaty, and breathless.
“Teddy,” he said again, pouring ten years of desperation and need into his name. The sleepless nights, the ache for his touch, and the scent of him in his nose. His eyes watered and burned and he blinked, feeling the tears roll down his cheeks. Tears of frustration and pain and solitude. “Please.”
Teddy shattered under Wren’s eyes. The tight control he had over himself broke and he growled in that way that made Wren see stars.
His fingers dug into Wren’s thighs, his chest pushed out and glued Wren to the metal behind him.
He buried his face in Wren’s neck and inhaled him, heartbeat wild against Wren’s rib cage.
“You still own me,” he said into Wren’s damp skin, his voice deep, all traces of the dapper, polished cursebreaker gone. He used his body to hold Wren up as his hands caught both of Wren’s wrists and pinned them to the car beside his head. “I’ll never be free of you.”
“Do you want to be?” Wren asked, tilting his head to the side to give Teddy more room.
“Never,” Teddy spat, and attached his lips to Wren’s neck. He sucked and bit and Wren wanted to scream with how good it felt.
They weren’t children anymore. He was reminded of that for the millionth time as Teddy kissed him.
It wasn’t awkward and innocent and exploratory anymore.
Teddy’s lips on him were sure. Demanding and unforgiving.
The hands holding his arms captive were stronger than he remembered.
He tried breaking free and failed over and over again as Teddy rumbled deep in his chest and squeezed harder.
“Mine.” He breathed the word like a brand into Wren’s collarbone, and Wren nodded, eyes tightly shut as his body trembled.
“Yours,” he agreed. “Always yours.”
Teddy released his hold on Wren with one hand, reaching between them and expertly unbuttoning and unzipping both of their pants. He did it so easily, so smoothly that Wren struggled to rein the jealousy in.
It didn’t use to be like that.
When they were younger, they’d both fumbled, they’d both made mistakes. They’d bumped teeth and gripped too hard. They’d apologized, laughed it off, and continued. But this Teddy…he was confident and sure. Capable in ways only years of practice could bring.
Wren pushed against Teddy’s hold on him. He struggled and pulled and yanked until Teddy looked up and released him.
“Little Bird…”
“Put me down,” Wren said.
“Wh…”
“Down!” he demanded. “Now.”
With a pain Wren hated to see in his eyes, Teddy set him back down on his feet, and Wren knew. He could still read him like those letters Teddy had written him. Teddy expected him to leave. To stop this. He was prepared to let Wren go because Wren had asked him to.
Wren had zero intention of stopping, though. The only thing on his mind was rewriting the years of Teddy without him. He wanted to delete them. Erase all the others.
Teddy was Wren’s.
He dropped to his knees between Teddy and the car, looking up through his hair, the white braid coloring his vision silver.
His fingers trailed up Teddy’s legs until he had the waistband of his open pants in his hands.
He slid them down, zeroed in on the way Teddy leaned his palms against the top of the car and towered over him.
“I hate them,” Wren said when Teddy was naked from the waist down in front of him, his erection at eye level, flushed red and leaking.
“What?” Teddy said, voice breaking when Wren’s fingers skimmed the insides of his spread thighs.
“Everyone,” Wren said, leaning his forehead against Teddy’s hip bone, face turned toward his crotch. His breath ruffled the neat pubic hairs and Teddy shivered above him. “Everyone who stole you away. Everyone who got to know you when I didn’t. Everyone who had you when I wasn’t allowed.”
“Wren…”
He pushed his face into the crease of Teddy’s thigh and inhaled.
“You still smell the same. Just like you do in every memory I have of you. I hate everyone who has this scent in their own memories.”
Teddy almost whimpered above him, his stomach clenching and back bowing as he arched toward Wren.
Wren licked up from his balls to the tip of his cock, moaning at the taste.
You taste the same too,” he said before wrapping his lips around the head for a second, then releasing it. “Like home. Like mine. I hate everyone who got to taste you.”
His words got trapped in his throat and he shook his head against the onslaught of images of faceless, nameless bodies tangled with Teddy’s on neatly made beds and soft, clean sheets.
He dove in like it would save his life, swallowing Teddy down to the root and letting him invade his throat.
He wanted it to burn. He wanted it to feel all-consuming.
He wanted Teddy to feel everything Wren was feeling.
He wanted him to forget that anyone else had ever been where Wren wanted to stay.
He sucked, nails digging into Teddy’s thighs. He could feel Teddy’s knees buckling, his breath stuttering and his hands scrambling for purchase against the smooth metal. Wren looked up, mouth full of him and caught his eyes.
Teddy looked wrecked. Hair undone and falling over his forehead, mouth swollen red from Wren’s kisses and panting.
His hips made soft thrusts against Wren’s mouth, and Wren gave him a small nod, relaxing back on his heels and closing his eyes, letting himself be overpowered and owned.
He reached up to pull at Teddy’s sleeve, getting his hand down and pushing it into his own hair. He wrapped his fingers around Teddy’s and guided them into a fist.
“Wren…” Teddy moaned as his hips snapped forward. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
Wren whimpered in response, reaching into his pants to get his cock out and into the tight circle of his fingers.
His mind went blank at the feeling of Teddy in his mouth.
The taste of him sliding down his throat and coating his insides.
The rush of it melted the world around them into a blurry nothingness.
It was Wren’s happy place. No voices, no jobs, no others around them.
Just Wren and Teddy, merged into one being, floating.
He relaxed his throat and Teddy sank deeper. Wren gagged a bit but kept his grip on Teddy’s ass firm so he wouldn’t get any ideas about stopping. Pulling out. Detaching them. Forcing them to exist as separate entities.
His pleasure built slowly as he pumped his own cock, but it was an afterthought. He had just one goal in mind. Just one singular thought running on an endless loop in his head.
“Close…” Teddy tried using the grip on Wren’s hair to pull him off, but Wren sank his nails into Teddy’s ass and held on.
Teddy’s hips lost rhythm.
“Wren…” he moaned, almost doubling over.
Wren came back to reality and he pulled off, gripping Teddy’s cock and aiming it right toward his face.
“What…” Teddy asked, but Wren just closed his eyes and parted his lips, pumping his cock as fast as he could until he felt it pulse under his touch.
Seconds later, the warmth of Teddy’s release painted his face, splashes landing on his closed lids, tangling in his hair, coating his lips and chin and cheeks.
It smelled just like he remembered. He flicked his tongue out to taste it and he cried out at the familiarity of it. At how right it was.
The taste sent him crashing over the edge and he came at Teddy’s feet, spilling onto the rubber-stained tarmac.
“Fuck, Little Bird.” Wren felt Teddy’s hand leave his hair as he dropped down to kneel in front of him, scooping him into his arms until he was boneless and curled in his lap on the ground. “Fuck.”
Wren just hummed, because he wasn’t there anymore.
Not in any real, tangible way. He was aware of everything but he was finally fully detached from the world he hated so much.
His entire being condensed into the places where Teddy’s body was touching his.
Everything he was narrowed to those points of contact.
He felt like he had stopped floating for the first time since the tides of Nexus had swept him up and refused to let him touch ground.
Teddy was his anchor.
He felt hands reach up and swipe across the mess on his face, and he mourned the loss of the intimacy of it.
“Wren,” Teddy murmured, pressing soft kisses to his mouth like he couldn’t stop just to talk. “It’s only ever been you.”
Wren dragged his eyes open to meet Teddy’s sincere gaze. “Ever?”
“Forever,” Teddy corrected, sweeping his hair back over his ears and lingering there at the subtle points while Wren’s heart raced and sang.
“I don’t want to go back. I don’t want this to end,” Wren whispered, fingers tightening on Teddy’s shirt. “I’m scared I’ll wake up and it’ll be gone again.”
“We have a case to solve, and there’s no one better at that than you.”
“And what about us?” Wren asked, vulnerable heart on his sleeve.
“We’re going to figure it out. Together.”
“Okay,” Wren said. “I trust you.”
Teddy’s phone rang and he quickly righted their clothes before he grabbed it and answered a call from Trace.
“Anything?” Trace asked.
Teddy shook his head as if he could see him. “More fucked-up magic,” Teddy said. “We lost him.”
“Are you two okay?” Wren heard Saint’s voice, and despite him believing Teddy that there was nothing between them, the feral part of him couldn’t completely let go.
“Frustrated, but unharmed,” Teddy said as Wren coiled closer, tucking his face into Teddy’s neck and breathing him in.
“Get back home,” Trace said. “Saint and I have a fuckton to tell you.”
“Be there ASAP.” Teddy cut the call and threw the phone onto the roof of the car before scooping Wren up into his arms.
“I can’t believe you thought Saint and I were together,” he said, voice rumbling under Wren’s ear.
“You called him beautiful,” Wren said, closing his eyes tightly. “You gave him your clothes. You used to do that with me.”
Teddy opened the passenger door and set him down on the seat, standing between his legs and grasping his pointed chin between two fingers. Wren stared up at him in wonder.
“Saint hates being called beautiful, which is why I do it. And he just wears whoever’s clothes he can get his grubby hands on. I don’t think he actually owns any clothes of his own. It’s annoying.”
“Oh…” Wren’s heart was hammering in his throat.
“Nothing I did with you was ever shared with anyone else,” Teddy said. “None of it. You were the first and the only. If I were to risk everything in my life…it would be for you.”
Wren pushed past his grip and kissed Teddy softly, pouring all the love he had into it.
“I feel the same way,” Wren said against his mouth. “I’d burn the world for you.”
“We might have to save it first, though,” Teddy said. Wren sighed, pecking him on the lips one more time before letting go.
“Duty calls,” he said, and they piled into the car, clasping hands in the middle as Teddy drove toward his home, unaware of a pair of headlights turning in the dark and inching after them.