5. Chapter 5
PRESENT
HERO
It’s fucking surreal having Onyx standing in my living room, touching my stuff, looking at my books.
He’s always been so separate from my real life, and that made sense to me.
It made it easier to remember that none of this is real, no matter how confusing his enthusiasm and sweetness can make things sometimes.
I can’t even wrap my head around the idea that he’s going to be here , in my house, playing with my cat for the next few months.
But I don’t really give a shit about the weirdness or how I’m going to keep my head on straight. Not right now, not with that teasing smile dancing on his lips and my hands aching to touch him.
I fist a handful of his damp shirt and yank it up over his head. Before I can even toss it aside, he’s doing the same to mine, tugging it up and pressing a searing hot, wet kiss against the middle of my chest. His tongue teases my overheated skin as he traces the lines of my tattoos.
“God, I fucking missed you,” he groans, dropping my shirt at our feet and wrapping his arms around me. He slides his hands up my spine to my shoulders, still nuzzling and licking my chest.
The part of my brain desperate to overthink and ruin things wants to pick that statement apart.
He said something similar earlier, but he doesn’t mean anything by it.
That’s how I’ve kept my sanity and my heart intact over the last four years, by taking anything he says as nothing more than flirtation or hyperbole.
Onyx doesn’t agonize over the words that come out of his mouth, he just says whatever pops into his head.
I drag my fingers through his tangled hair, tugging his mouth away from my pecs so I can get my lips on his.
I spend a lot of fucking time fantasizing about this man.
Filthy fantasies, silly, romantic fantasies, and fantasies about what I want to ink on him next.
But daydreams about the heat of his mouth on mine, our tongues teasing and stroking each other, muffled groans stifled between us are my favorite.
They never hold a candle to the real thing though.
He sighs against my lips and digs his fingers harder into my shoulders, returning my kiss with the same hunger and desperation that’s coursing through me and making me feral.
His skin is sticky and damp as our bare chests bump.
The metal of his nipple piercings drags against me, sending little jolts of electricity through me.
I think of the songs he’s played for me over the years, the fast-paced, hypnotic beats that somehow capture the frantic, frenzied feeling I have every time I put my hands on him, every time our tongues tangle.
I can hear them in the twitch of his fingers and the soft, melodic hum that vibrates in his throat between impatient moans.
I tug the button on his jeans loose and slip my hand underneath his clothes to grab two handfuls of his ass cheeks.
Onyx groans and cants his hips, dragging his cock against mine through our clothes.
I catch his lip ring between my teeth and tug it gently, walking him back a couple of steps until we tumble onto the couch together in a heap.
He laughs against my lips, and our kiss deepens.
The couch really isn’t big enough for this, but it doesn’t matter.
As long as I have Onyx pinned beneath me while we grapple with each other’s clothes, nothing else really matters.
His breath flutters over my lips every time we break the kiss to drag in heavy gulps of air before crashing right back together.
I tug his pants down and his cock springs free, slapping against his belly.
“Hero,” he whines my name like a plea. At least a dozen times, I’ve thought about what it would feel like to hear my real name on his lips instead of my nickname.
I’ve never told him though. I’m afraid that if I do hear him call me Kaiden while he’s naked and breathless underneath me, I really will fall in love with him.
“I know what you want, baby,” I purr, sucking a bruise into the crook of his neck and imagining a tattoo of my lips right there, claiming him so that anyone else who touches him knows they might get one night in his bed, but I’m the one he keeps coming back to.
I kiss my way down a well-memorized path that has gone from pale, unmarked skin to a beautiful patchwork of art in the time I’ve known him.
I trace my tongue over the stitched together heart inked onto his left pec and across the music notes that dip down the middle of his chest, stopping to flick his nipple piercing along the way. He gasps and arches against my mouth.
“It’s been too damn long. I’m so fucking horny for you,” Onyx whimpers, jerking his hips to grind his bare cock against mine, the heat of his shaft and the teasing tug of his Jacob’s ladder sending a needy shiver through me.
I lap at his nipple, laving it with my tongue while I roll the other gently between my thumb and forefinger.
Does he mean too long since he’s had my hands on him, or too long since anyone has touched him?
Another thing I’ve been dying to come right out and ask him but can’t.
I’m not going to be the dumbass who lost a rockstar because I got too clingy and hopelessly monogamous.
Just because I haven’t so much as looked at anyone else in four years doesn’t mean Onyx hasn’t.
But maybe in the heat of the moment I’m allowed the tiniest bit of reassurance? If he can say things without any deeper meaning, I can too, can’t I?
“Tell me no one else makes you feel the way I do,” I growl, nipping at the tender blank skin at the base of his rib cage, running my hands over his flat belly. He quivers and sucks in his abs, his cock twitching eagerly at the tease of my fingers drawing closer.
“No one,” he says without hesitation. “No one has ever made me feel as seen and sexy and fucking wanted as you do.”
A prideful, possessive feeling swells in my chest and I grin against his skin.
“That’s right. No one,” I murmur, kissing down, down, down.
“Hero,” he gasps again, jerking his hips, his cock dragging between my pecs now, leaving a sticky trail of precum in my chest hair. I nuzzle my face against his skin and slide my hands under his ass to coax him to thrust again.
I want to be covered in his cum. I want finger shaped bruises down my back and hickies all over my neck.
I want Onyx’s claim etched onto my skin the same way my ink is on his.
But I’m definitely not stupid enough to say any of that.
Even the heat of the moment wouldn’t be enough of an excuse to recover from that level of neediness and desperation.
I wrap my hand around the base of his thick cock and sit back on my heels to admire him for just a minute.
His hair is messy, his lips are swollen, and there’s a dazed, horny look clouding his eyes.
He’s splayed out on my couch, the dim table lamp casting shadows over his skin, his thighs wrapped around me, and his cock throbbing eagerly in my grasp.
I wish I could take a picture to keep me company once he’s gone again.
I’ll have to settle for committing the view to memory instead.
He quivers and makes a little mewling sound as I lean in slowly, bringing my tongue to the base of his cock just above my fingers, and lick a leisurely path up his length.
I reach the first barbell on his ladder and place an open-mouthed kiss over the hot metal, snaking my tongue in a figure eight around it.
Onyx whines and bucks his hips. I let that barbell go and move up an inch to the next one, giving it the same treatment.
He tangles his fingers in my hair, his thighs tensing and quaking around me, impatient sounds falling from his lips as I take my time with each barbell on my way up his length.
A bead of precum rolls down to meet my lips when I’m on the second to last barbell.
I snake my tongue out to lap it up and my cock gives a heavy throb.
I want to spend all night giving him a torturously slow blowjob.
I want to eat him out and finger him until he begs me to fuck him.
I want to grind together, sweaty and desperate, until we come all over each other’s cocks.
There’s never enough time for all the things I want to do to Onyx.
Except… this time, I guess there is. This time I won’t have to choose whether I want his cum on my tongue or all over my skin before waking up in a hotel room all alone with a note on his pillow that says he can’t wait to see me again.
I groan and another throbbing pulse of desperation racks my body. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and Onyx wails with pleasure, arching up off the couch and tugging hard at my hair.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he pants.
His thick cock stretches my lips wide. I relax my tongue and the back of my throat, taking him in slowly, teasing his barbells with my tongue as I swallow down each inch.
The weight of him on my tongue, the salty taste of his skin and precum, is enough to make my balls tighten and my cock throb untouched again, swaying between my thighs.
His thick head bumps the back of my throat, and my muscles constrict as I gag, but I swallow through it instead of fighting it, taking his long, stiff cock deeper.
“It’s so good,” he whimpers, rocking his hips carefully.
I grunt and dig my fingers into his ass cheeks to encourage him. Fuck my throat, take what you need. All I’ve ever wanted is to be Onyx’s favorite fuck toy. My cock spasms and drools again, my body heating from head to toe.
“Fuck,” Onyx grunts, thrusting faster, a blush creeping over his skin from his chest to his neck, all the way up to color his face.
His cock gets even stiffer between my lips, swelling against my tongue.
“I’m close.” He tugs on my hair again, but instead of pulling me onto his cock, he’s trying to yank me off. “Come here. I need you, Hero. Please, hurry,” he gasps, his hands trembling as he pulls me closer.
The taste of his precum is still on my tongue and my lungs are burning from the lack of oxygen as I scramble up to blanket him again.
As soon as I’m close enough, he wraps a hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.
Our bodies crash together in a wild frenzy, hands groping, lips and tongues ravishing each other, our aching cocks pressed together.
With Onyx’s legs wrapped around me, and one foot on the floor for leverage, I grind against him.
The barbells lining his shaft roll and tug at my sensitive skin with every eager thrust. My balls constrict and the pool of heat in my gut churns.
I slide my hands under his ass again, digging my fingers into his soft flesh and humping him faster, matching the frantic pace of his moans.
His whole body trembles and his breath comes out in uneven huffs. He’s right on the edge, and so am I.
I reach between us and squeeze his nipple just the way he likes, and Onyx bites down, sucking a bruise onto my throat exactly the way I was fantasizing about earlier.
We both shout, and with one more wild thrust, we explode together.
His cock pulses against mine, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum down my shaft that slick our skin with every shuddering snap of my hips.
Mine finds the same throbbing rhythm, spilling between us, my cum mixing with his, both of us panting each other’s names as we paw at each other and moan loud enough to rattle the windows.
We hump and grind until we’re both spent and sticky, trading clumsy kisses. I brush the sweaty, damp hair off of Onyx’s forehead and sag on top of him.
“I still can’t believe you’re not leaving tomorrow morning,” I confess with a breathless chuckle, nuzzling the crook of his neck and lapping up a few stray beads of sweat.
“You say that now,” he says with a sleepy laugh. “In a week you’ll be dying to get rid of me.”
“I wouldn’t count on that, rockstar,” I murmur around a yawn, my body getting heavier by the second.
I try to fight the undertow of exhaustion.
We should take a shower. We should go to the bedroom where we can actually get comfortable.
More than that, before we sleep, we should talk about what he wants me to tell people while he’s here.
In all these years, I’ve never told the guys about the hookups.
As far as they know Onyx and I are friends, and I tattoo him.
They barely buy that now, and there’s no way they’ll believe that he’s staying here for three months, sleeping in my bed, tagging along everywhere I go as a friend.
But the slowing rhythm of his breathing is only lulling me to sleep faster.
He drags his fingers slowly up and down my spine and starts to hum a quiet, slow tune I haven’t heard before, and I’m powerless to fight it any longer.
I let the tension ease out of my body, and I fall asleep right there, awkwardly tangled on the couch with the rockstar I’m trying like hell not to fall in love with.