Chapter 17 Wren #3
Teddy’s gaze fell to Wren’s chest and more tears fell. “I don’t want to endure it anymore. I want it to be over.”
Wren could do nothing but cradle Teddy to his chest. He closed his eyes and absorbed all the hurt and pain, all the years of silent suffering and bigotry. He held him until he quieted, simply resting against him.
“Thank you,” Teddy murmured into his shoulder.
“Thank you for trusting me,” Wren whispered back, stroking his hair.
He felt lips at his collarbone, slow at first, then more insistent.
“Teddy…” Wren cautioned.
“He took so much from me. I don’t want him to take a second more.”
Wren pulled his head up and searched his eyes. Among the redness and pain, there was an emerging strength that had been dormant under the exhaustion, slowly blossoming again. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve always been sure about you. From the first moment our souls met.”
“Then let me make love to you.” Wren cupped Teddy’s face and looked into his eyes. “Let me make it better, at least for a little while.”
“You already do,” Teddy said, warm breath hitting Wren’s damp lips and making him inhale sharply to draw it into his own lungs. “But I want you. Even though they tell me it’s wrong. I want you so much…”
“You have me,” Wren vowed, climbing into Teddy’s lap and bracketing his hips with his knees. “You have me body and soul and spirit. It’s not wrong and I’m not going anywhere.”
Teddy wrapped his arms around Wren’s waist and pulled him down, capturing his lips and swallowing a desperate moan that was ripped from his chest. Wren allowed himself to be pulled in, succumbing to Teddy just like he always had.
Every nerve exposed. Every desire and dream he had ever had coming out to play.
He had never wanted much, but with Teddy, he was insatiable. He was selfish. He was reduced to everything primal he had always admired in animals. Just raw need and lust.
Teddy reached for the hem of Wren’s shirt and Wren grabbed his hands between his own, leaning back to look him in the eye.
“No,” he said, and Teddy froze. “You’ve spent a lifetime doing everything for everyone. Let me do this. Let me please you.”
Teddy’s eyes softened to melted chocolate and his body relaxed.
“Little bird,” he whispered, reaching for Wren’s shirt again and pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. “I know we were barely adults when we last did this, but the same things that pleased me then still do.”
Wren swallowed hard as Teddy’s hands dipped beneath the waistband of his jeans, the tips of his fingers brushing the small swell of his ass.
“Giving you what you want.” Teddy leaned in to kiss his neck. “Making you happy.” He licked across his collarbones, blowing on the wet spots and making Wren shiver.
“Teddy…” Wren moaned, tilting his head back to give him more space. He was so hard he thought he would die. He felt so lost and needy, clenching around nothing and feeling like he’d cry with how empty he felt.
“I was always happiest when you were smiling because of me,” Teddy whispered against his chest, splaying his hands over Wren’s naked shoulder blades and tipping him backward. He kissed the middle of his chest, counting each rib with his tongue until he reached a nipple.
Wren saw starbursts behind his eyelids when Teddy’s lips closed around it.
“Always the proudest when I made you happy,” he said, nipping at the hardened bud until Wren was shivering with pleasure in his arms.
Wren wrapped his arms around Teddy’s neck to keep himself from toppling over and dug his fingers into his hair, tugging whenever Teddy did something with his tongue that made him go crazy.
Teddy moaned each time his hair was pulled, bucking his hips up and seeking friction from Wren’s body in his lap.
His hands roamed Wren’s naked torso, and Wren felt him cataloging his scars.
Scars he didn’t have as a teenager. Scars Teddy wouldn’t have seen before.
For a second, irrational insecurity took over and he wondered if adult Teddy liked his body the way it looked now.
Scarred and sunburnt and hardened by years of work.
But then Teddy dipped him lower and kissed across a large, silvery scar on the underside of his ribs.
“So many years without me. So many memories you have that I didn’t get to share. I hate that I didn’t get to watch you turn into the magnificence that you are now, Wren.”
He pulled Wren up again and pushed his hands into his pants, cupping his ass cheeks. His fingers dipped into the crease and fluttered over his hole and Wren arched into his touch, desperate to be filled. To finally be whole again.
Teddy maneuvered him up until he could take his pants and underwear off, rushing to rip his own clothes off before pulling him back into his lap and returning to what he was doing before. Hands on his ass, lips all over his chest.
But not before Wren saw the watercolor of blue and purple in a shape of a fist nestled against Teddy’s ribs.
He pushed him back firmly and stared at the sin marring Teddy’s golden skin, shaky hand reaching out to cover the area.
Teddy’s hand cupped his, completely eclipsing it. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not,” Wren growled, trying not to let his nails dig in, mind spinning on when and how.
Teddy nudged their foreheads together and cut off his thoughts. “I don’t want him here in this moment with us, Little Bird. Can’t this just be about us now?”
Wren clutched the hair at Teddy’s nape, trying to rid himself of all the hatred as he stared into those soulful eyes. “Just us.”
“He has no place here. He never did,” Teddy said, claiming his mouth again and doing his best to make them both forget.
Teddy’s touch over his entrance was dry, and the tiniest dip inside him burned from friction.
The smallest tease of what was to come made Wren see stars and he didn’t want to take it slow anymore.
He didn’t want to wait. All he wanted was to sit on Teddy’s cock and join them until they merged into one.
“Wanna be perfect for you,” Wren said, pushing himself back onto Teddy’s fingers.
“You are.” Teddy almost growled when Wren’s cock brushed against his abs as he rolled his hips.
“Want to be wet for you,” Wren said. He’d be lying if he knew where that came from but it felt so right. It felt so natural to want it. To say it. To ache for it.
Teddy paused for a split second before Wren felt his arms tighten around him like a vise.
Teddy had always been taller, larger, broader than Wren.
But it wasn’t as obvious when they were teenagers.
Now…Wren felt like Teddy’s body could just consume his own until they were one and nobody would ever be able to see Wren again.
He could live beneath his skin. Wrapped around his bones. Sustained by his life force and feeding his own to him. Symbiotic. The way they had always been. Dependent on each other.
He stole Teddy’s breath when he exhaled into another kiss and used the momentum of it to lick into his mouth.
Like the greedy thing he had always been when it came to Teddy, nothing was ever enough.
There was no kiss deep enough, no embrace tight enough to satisfy him.
He had lived so long deprived of it, and now that he finally had it again he was determined to take all of it.
“You wanna be wet?” Teddy asked, one hand disappearing for a minute before returning to his opening cold and slippery and dripping, fulfilling Wren’s wish.
Wren moaned, mouth falling open when Teddy’s fingers breached him. He could almost pretend it was because of him, that he was making himself ready.
“Tell me more,” Teddy said, pushing one finger inside him torturously slowly. “I want to hear everything you’ve dreamed about since we’ve been apart. I want to make every dream come true for you.”
He added another finger and Wren keened at the burn but relished it at the same time, like a blessing that could save his soul. Teddy scissored his fingers, stretching him open, and it stirred more wants Wren never truly knew he had.
“Wish I could be open for you, always,” he said, fucking himself back onto Teddy’s fingers. “Wish I could always be ready for you. So you can just slip inside where you belong.”
“Fuck, Little Bird,” Teddy groaned, resting his forehead against Wren’s sweaty sternum, his hot breath raising gooseflesh on Wren’s skin as he pumped harder. “More.”
“You first,” Wren said, lifting himself up onto his knees until he was higher above Teddy. Teddy’s fingers slipped from inside him, and it felt wrong being that empty. But it was only for a second, he knew that.
“What?” Teddy asked, reaching for him again, broken and unmoored without Wren in his arms.
Wren kissed the pain from his forehead and reached back, taking Teddy’s cock into his hand and pumping it a few times before settling himself over it and sinking down in one long, agonizingly slow slide.
Teddy moaned, the fingers of one hand grasping Wren’s thigh and tightening until the skin turned white.
Wren trembled as he adjusted to the girth inside him, his ass resting on Teddy’s thighs, Teddy’s strong hands holding him in place, that soothing voice shushing the burn away.
But Wren didn’t want the pain to go away.
Fear of losing Teddy again made him push his body to the limits.
If this was all taken again tomorrow, he would have proof that it had happened.
He would have the pain and the bite marks and the scent of Teddy on his skin.
“I wish I could keep you inside me all the time,” Wren whispered, clenching around him and making Teddy hiss. “I wish my body could be a home for yours.”
“It is,” Teddy said, one arm going around his lower back, and the other around his shoulders, cradling him in his lap as if he were precious. He rocked his hips up, his limited range making the thrust barely there, but Wren moaned, his own arms tight around Teddy’s neck again.
He hid his face in Teddy’s neck and licked the salt from his skin. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Take me. Fill me. Teddy, please…”
“Anything,” Teddy breathed like it was a sacred promise. “Everything.” He gripped Wren’s waist and lifted him up, freeing some space for his hips to move. He fucked up into him hard, tearing a scream from Wren’s lips, only to swallow it, possessive, as if he couldn’t stand anyone else hearing it.
“I’ll always give you everything you need,” Teddy promised, driving so deep inside that Wren thought he could taste him at the back of his tongue.
The sound of their sweat-slick skin brushing together filled the air around them, the smell of want and sex filled Wren’s nose, and the raw need inside him made him see beautiful white stars.
He knew he was incomplete without Teddy, but he hadn’t realized just how much of his soul had been missing. Just how fragmented he had become without him.
Their grunts and moans got louder as Teddy gave him everything, the fire between them burning brighter than ever.
“Talk to me.” Teddy’s voice was strained with effort of keeping the pace up and keeping Wren suspended above his hips, but he didn’t stop. “Tell me.”
“Faster,” Wren whispered, his broken voice barely audible. “Harder.”
Teddy complied. Like always. Attuned to every need Wren had ever had. He gripped Wren’s waist and pulled him down onto his cock, the tip of it hitting Wren’s prostate with every thrust.
Wren was so close he felt like he could cry. He needed so little to explode.
“Come inside me,” he pleaded, tears of pleasure and overstimulation running down his cheeks. “Fill me up. I want to smell like you. Want to be marked by you. Want to be round with your seed so everyone knows you love me. You chose me. You kept me. Just…please…”
Teddy roared like a wounded animal, lifting him up and throwing him on his back before climbing between his thighs and slamming back inside him.
He fucked into him harder and faster, dark eyes glowing with feral want. Wren dug his nails in between his shoulder blades where he knew Teddy’s mark was glowing, stretching out toward each shoulder like a tiny set of wings on an angel.
“Wren,” Teddy called out, hips stuttering, voice breaking, heart hammering against Wren’s chest. “Gonna…”
“Yes.” Wren dragged his nails down his back, leaving angry welts in their wake as Teddy pushed into him once, twice more before coming.
Warmth flooded his insides, and for a moment, Wren imagined another heartbeat nestled beneath his own. One made from half of each of them. Proof that their love was worthy and valid and wanted before he let go and shattered beneath Teddy’s body.
His mind went blank, body limp, words gone. All he could feel was Teddy all around him. Inside him, covering him and protecting him from the world. All he knew was they were together again and nothing would be tearing them apart. Ever.
“Little Bird.”
Wren heard Teddy call as if from a distance and he cracked an eye open, the room spinning around him, looking distorted and muted.
The only thing in full focus was Teddy’s face, his loving eyes taking him in.
“Are you okay?” Teddy asked, shifting his hips.
Wren nodded, lifting his legs and wrapping them around Teddy’s waist to stop him from leaving.
“Stay,” he said, even as he felt Teddy going soft inside of him.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Teddy said, brushing the white lock away from Wren’s face and pecking his lips softly.
Wren frowned slightly, because things hadn’t gone the way he had intended them to. “I was supposed to be the one reassuring you. I was supposed to be the one making you happy after all you’ve been through.”
“And you did,” Teddy said, watching him with a soft look in his eyes. “Nothing could have made me happier than being with you.”
“From now on, I’ll keep you safe. I promise,” Wren declared.
“I believe you.”
“And I’ll read your letters. Every last one.”
“I wish I could write my love for you onto your skin.” Teddy traced the pathways they would take. “So you’d never doubt it again.”
“It’s the world I’m doubting,” Wren said. “Not us. Never us.”
“Good. Because I love you.”
“I love you.” Wren kissed him, again and again and again. A decade of kisses that had been stolen from them pouring out of him.
They had a lot to make up for.