15. Chapter 15
HERO
I wrap my arms around Onyx from behind as he fills the kitchen sink with soapy water. The faint smell of charcoal smoke and sunshine lingers on his skin, and he laughs at the way my beard tickles the back of his neck.
“You don’t have to do that. I was going to take care of it in the morning.” I kiss a small patch of freckles right behind his ear.
“I don’t mind. I always sleep better knowing the dishes are done and the kitchen is clean.” He picks up the sponge from its perch next to the sink and starts to wash the plates and utensils I used to grill.
“I thought rockstars were supposed to be messy,” I tease, letting go of him and grabbing a rag to dry with.
“I thought bikers were supposed to be criminals,” he counters, shooting me a pointed look that makes me shrink a little. “I’m more than just a rockstar, Hero.”
He says it lightly, but I can hear a twinge of hurt underpinning his words. Guilt twists in my stomach. Have I been doing that? Seeing him as what he is instead of who he is? Maybe. Maybe he’s right.
“Fair enough. So, you like your place clean. What else don’t I know about you?”
“That might take all night to answer.” Onyx bumps my shoulder with his and then playfully flicks some bubbles at me. He gives me a curious look out of the corner of his eye, like there’s something else he wants to say, as he passes me a plate to dry.
“What?” I ask with a chuckle, taking the plate and drying it, then reaching for the next one.
“Nothing.” He grins back and shrugs.
“Tell me.” I flick a few stray droplets of water at him.
“Nothing,” Onyx insists, scooping up a handful of soapy water and splashing me with it.
It soaks my shirt and drips from my beard, and he cackles loudly, scooping up more water with a threatening grin.
“I can’t believe you splashed me with dirty dish water,” I gasp, lunging forward and grabbing the hose extension. “Now, put down that water and nobody gets hurt.” I point the nozzle at Onyx with my finger hovering over the little plastic trigger.
He narrows his eyes, seeming to consider his options.
“Okay, truce.” He starts to tip his hand to dump the water back into the sink, but at the last second, he splashes it on me again.
“Hey! You ass.” I squeeze the trigger and nail him right in the center of his chest with a cold stream of water that drenches his shirt.
“Fuck, that’s cold!” Onyx bellows, using both hands to send a fresh tidal wave of sink water at me.
I dodge as far out of the way as the hose will let me, and most of the water lands on my feet and the bottoms of my pants. We shout and laugh, drenching each other and the kitchen floor while Diva watches judgmentally from the doorway, a safe distance from the splash zone.
“I surrender, I surrender,” Onyx wheezes and laughs, shaking his head to get the water out of his face, wet strands of his hair sending droplets of cold water splattering against the walls.
I ease off the trigger to stop the flow of water.
My clothes are all dripping wet and completely soaked through, my stiff nipples visible through my clinging t-shirt.
Both of our chests heave with panting breaths, and silence falls between us for half a second as our eyes lock, smiles still etched on both our faces.
I drop the hose, and it clunks against the front of the counter without retracting.
We move at the same time, crashing into each other with a quiet grunt, our lips meeting in a ravenous, rough kiss.
My hands slide down to grab handfuls of Onyx’s ass while he tugs on my wet shirt, our tongues lashing against each other.
For years I’ve tried not to fantasize about what it would be like to have him here as part of my life, hanging out with my friends and doing all the boring day-to-day shit with me.
I can feel the wall I built between casual and real crumbling, brick by brick, every day that he’s here, and tonight was like a sledgehammer to it.
I kept looking over while we worked on our bikes and talked shit to each other, expecting to find Onyx looking bored.
But every time he just looked relaxed and…
happy with his guitar and his notebook, occasionally meeting my eyes with a smile and a wink or tilting his head back to watch the daylight fade.
I don’t see how he could fit here, but fuck, I want him to.
I’m not even talking about asking him to give up his band.
He said himself that he hardly spends any time at his place in Seattle.
What if he just came here in between tours instead?
Could we make a relationship work like that? Do I have any right to even ask?
“Fuck me,” he murmurs against my lips, jerking his hips so the hard shape of his cock drags against mine through our soggy jeans.
I shove all of my pondering thoughts to the back of my mind to pick them apart later, and kiss him deeper, kneading his ass cheeks and greedily swallowing the moans he feeds me.
We haven’t fucked since he showed up. We’ve sucked each other and spent lazy hours kissing and grinding against each other in bed until we’ve ended up panting and sticky with our combined cum, but we haven’t fucked.
My cock aches at the thought of sinking into his hot, tight hole.
He wants it as badly as I do. I can feel it in every jerk of his hips and the snake of his tongue around mine.
Onyx claws at my shirt and murmurs my name in between nips to my bottom lip.
I grab his hips and spin him around. He braces his hands on the counter and thrusts his ass back towards me, wiggling it temptingly in my direction.
“Come on, sweetness. I’ve been so fucking horny to have your cock inside me I can hardly breathe,” he begs.
I grind against the swell of his ass cheek, kissing along the back of his neck and undoing the button on his wet jeans.
He cranes his neck, and we fumble through a strained, needy kiss while we both shed our clothes, dropping them haphazardly on the floor to soak up the puddles.
I groan when my bare cock meets his smooth, warm skin.
I don’t know the first thing about music, especially not the way Onyx does, but I run my hands over him like he’s my favorite instrument, playing him by memory, drawing sweet whimpers with the pinch of my fingers around his stiff nipples and throaty gasps when I tease his cock with my fingertips.
He dribbles precum and I catch it on the pads of my fingers, rubbing it around the barbell and his sensitive crown to make him whine my name.
I kiss my way down his spine, imagining more tattoos I can add to his patchwork in the bare spots still left on his skin.
He arches his back and thrusts his cock into my loose grip.
When I reach the base of his spine, I sink to my knees and grab his ass in both hands.
Onyx melts onto the counter with a whine as I spread his cheeks, and my cock jerks and drools at the sight of his pretty pink hole.
I drag my dry thumb lightly over his rim, watching his hole clench in response and his balls tighten.
His cock swings between his spread thighs, and I sink a little lower to drag my tongue slowly up his shaft, taking my time flicking and teasing each barbell in the ladder.
“We should go to my bedroom. I don’t have any condoms out here,” I murmur, catching another slick of precum on my tongue and kneading his cheeks in my hands.
Onyx pushes up onto his toes, thrusting impatiently.
“What if…” He drags in a ragged breath. “What if I haven’t had sex with anyone else. Do we still need one?”
My heart stutters and my thoughts grind to a screeching halt. He hasn’t fucked anyone else? In how long?
And then the rest of his question registers. He’s asking if I’ve fucked anyone else. He’s asking if I want to fuck him bare.
“I’m negative and it’s been… a while.” I don’t want to tell him how long. There’s no way he won’t think I’m clingy and needy and hopelessly falling for him if I tell him I haven’t touched anyone else since the night we met.
“Then let’s stay here.” He cants his hips again.
I groan and take his invitation, diving in to bury my face between his ass cheeks.
ONYX
Hero’s beard rasps against my skin and his hot, wet tongue laps at my hole, making my knees weak and my cock throb.
He’s going to fill me up bare. His cock is going to stretch my hole with nothing between us.
And, maybe for the first time, he actually heard me when I implied that there hasn’t been anyone else.
Heat coils in my gut and I claw helplessly at the counter, his tongue wiggling inside to make my rim flutter and all of my nerve endings spark.
There’s a bottle of olive oil out on the counter. I eye it while I pant and grind against the greedy lap of Hero’s tongue. If he doesn’t have condoms on him, I’m sure he doesn’t have lube either. Fuck it, this will do.
“Here,” I groan, reaching for the bottle. “Use this.”
He stops rimming me for a second to chuckle.
“I’ve heard of weirder lube. Remind me to tell you a funny rumor about a contractor I know,” he says, taking the bottle from me and uncapping it.
He drags his slippery fingers through my crease and teases them around my rim, and I can feel his touch all the way through my cock, from root to tip. His hot, wet tongue laps at my taint as he eases the tip of his finger past my soft ring of muscles.
“Mm, you already feel almost ready for me,” he murmurs, nibbling at my rim and slowly fucking one finger in and out.
“I might have taken a nice, loooong shower before you got home earlier,” I say breathlessly, my toes curling against the tile floor and my balls getting heavier with every teasing stroke of his finger.
Hero grunts and licks deeper, wiggling his tongue inside me right alongside his finger.
“Getting yourself all nice and soft for me? All stretched out and relaxed to take my cock?”
I bobble my head and swivel my hips, my cock dragging against the hard surface of the cupboard.
“Were you thinking about me?” He nips at the sensitive flesh on the inner edge of my crease and fucks me a little harder with his finger, adding a second one before crooking them to find my prostate.
I groan and arch my hips. “Always. I’m always thinking about you.”
Hero makes a strangled groaning sound and eases his fingers out, clambering to his feet.
He drapes himself over me from behind, his chest against my back, his beard tickling the back of my shoulder, his warm breath on my ear.
His cock nudges my hole, the head catching on the rim with every twitch of his hips.
“Please,” I whimper.
He braces one hand over mine, tangling our fingers together, and nudges my feet a little wider apart with his, and then he thrusts again. This time his cockhead doesn’t just tease my rim, it stretches it slowly as he eases inside.
I moan, letting my head loll back, sinking into the feeling of his strong body pinning me down, relaxing my hole to greedily swallow more of him. He grunts my name, bringing his hips flush with my ass and filling me to the hilt with his hard cock.
“Hero,” I whine. Is that even his real name?
I’ve wanted to ask a thousand times, but I figured if he wanted me to know, he would tell me.
I want to know all of him though. I want to be the person who knows him in ways no one else does, and I want him to know me the same way.
But asking for that is a complicated web of decisions, a row of dominos I’m still trying to work up the courage to knock down.
This part is simple though. The swell of a familiar symphony in my ears and his cock pummeling my prostate with every thrust, that’s the easy part.
“No one else has fucked you bare,” he pants.
I don’t know if it’s a statement or a question, but I nod and moan anyway. “No one.” I snap my hips to meet every one of his rough, deep thrusts. “Only you. Only you. Only…”
Hero pinches my nipple, and I lose the ability to do anything but moan from deep in my gut, my legs trembling to hold me upright and my cock drooling a steady stream of precum onto the cupboard door.
He fills me again and again, our grunts and moans echoing through the kitchen, becoming the chorus to the music in my ears. His cock gets stiffer and his thrusts get wilder, his mouth dragging against the backs of my shoulders and along the side of my neck.
“Hero,” I wail his name again, arching my back as the heat in my gut coils tighter and tighter.
The new angle puts pressure on my prostate with every thrust. I crane my neck and find his lips in a clumsy kiss, mumbling nonsense words against his mouth.
Our tongues grapple and Hero slams his hips home one more time before he groans against my lips, his whole body trembling and his cock starting to pulse inside me.
Without anything between us, all I can think about is his cum shooting deep into my guts, clinging to my insides, rope after hot rope of his release.
That thought is enough to send me over the edge right along with him.
My toes curl against the damp tile floor, and I gasp as waves of pleasure crash over me.
My inner muscles clench around him, milking his orgasm, coaxing more of his cum to spill inside me.
We whimper and grind and paw at each other until my knees are too weak to hold me up anymore and I slump down.
Hero’s softening cock slips out of me, his hot cum dribbling from my hole and gushing down the backs of my thighs as we both collapse onto the cool floor.
“We made a mess,” I laugh breathlessly, catching sight of the splatter of my cum all down the front of the counter.
He chuckles, pulling me closer and wrapping his arms around me.
“Worth it,” he mumbles.
“Definitely.” I kiss his shoulder, smiling against his skin.
What if I did return those calls and tell my agent that I don’t want to renew my contract with Black Sheep? What if I stayed right here in Fall Crosse with Hero? What if we fucked in the kitchen and stayed up late watching movies and talking every night for the rest of our lives?