Chapter Eighteen #2
It didn’t take long for them to get downtown, but it took nearly forever to find a parking spot. They settled for an expensive parking garage on the fifth floor of a building with a broken elevator.
Thankfully, Slayer’s Brush was close, and the event itself wasn’t nearly as stuffy as Rus anticipated. Most of the guests wore their fanciest outfits and tossed on a simple masquerade mask to make it a costume, but others seemed to enjoy the holiday as much as Rus.
Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for Kaiden’s boss to rope him into a checklist of tasks. He abandoned Rus and Dylan to handle a few administrative things.
“I can’t believe the hoops he goes through when he’s not getting paid,” Rus said, swiping a champagne glass and almost snagging a second before he recalled that Dylan didn’t drink.
“Alison’s always been good to him,” Dylan said. “Plus, Kaiden loves this artsy stuff.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. He still drew a bit when I first met him,” Dylan continued.
“What happened?”
“I think he’s just gotten a bit busy with life.”
After an hour or so of circling the event, Rus went out for a smoke. He took his time, savoring each deep inhale as he let his gaze drift to everyone who wandered downtown.
Kaiden and Dylan soon rushed outside, giggling, each of them grabbing hold of one of Rus’ arms before carting him away.
“Come on,” Kaiden insisted. “I’m not working tonight.”
Kaiden stepped out ahead of Rus and Dylan, ushering them away from the gallery, when suddenly, a crowd of people ran by him. They pushed and shoved their way through, knocking Rus away from Dylan, who snapped, and Kaiden, who shouted.
By the time Rus gathered his bearings, the laughing group had cut a corner, howling and causing chaos elsewhere.
“Fucking idiots!” Rus roared.
He turned to find Kaiden had been knocked over. Instead of getting up, Kaiden remained frozen, taking shaky breaths and holding tight to the pavement.
“It’s okay.” Dylan gently rubbed Kaiden’s back, a soft soothing motion until the fright had passed.
Kaiden didn’t show it much, didn’t speak about it ever, but from time to time, the horror of what happened to him the night he was assaulted still haunted him.
Rus crouched down beside Dylan and Kaiden, leaning all the way to the ground so that his eyes would meet Kaiden’s.
“You’re okay.”
“I know.” Kaiden took a deep breath. “I know.”
“Take your time.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
After another minute or so, Kaiden finally composed himself enough to stand. He pressed his back against a nearby light post and kept his attention vigilant on all passersby.
“You wanna head home?” Dylan asked.
“Absolutely not.” Kaiden exhaled. “I just need a minute.”
“Take as many as you need.”
Rus stayed close to Kaiden as he calmed down, walking beside him all the way to Himbos, where Kaiden declared they were there for a good time.
“Someone get me a shot to clear my nerves, and then we’re dancing.”
Dylan obliged, returning quite giddy with some neon green shot.
Soon, they made their way to the dance floor, where Rus focused on clearing others out of Kaiden’s path, giving him the freedom to relax. Not long after, the drag queens performed, putting on a spectacular Halloween show before announcing the costume competition.
By the time they’d left, most of downtown should’ve cleared, but the chaos of Halloween kept everyone out, causing a bit of mischief.
“Anyone else hungry?” Dylan asked.
“Starved,” Kaiden replied.
Rus wasn’t feeling anything but wandered alongside them both as Dylan led the way to a place that he declared had the best pizza in the city. A tiny hole in the wall with barely enough space to step inside and pay. It was even more crowded with the thicket of drunks waiting for their food.
Rus and Kaiden waited outside while Dylan braved the crowd.
“I hear you’re a bit of an artist,” Rus said, sparking a cigarette.
“An exaggeration.”
“Why’d you stop?”
“No time, really,” Kaiden replied.
Rus gave him a stern look, a pressing stare, and it didn’t take long for Kaiden to buckle.
“I get consumed by passions,” Kaiden replied. “Art meant a lot once upon a time, but I spent all my free time living for it, focused on becoming… I don’t even know. Something better than what I am.”
“You seem pretty great to me.”
“I wasn’t always.” Kaiden shrugged. “When I started focusing on fitness, I just kind of lost the time for it.”
“Found a new passion?”
“Kind of. Fitness means a lot to me, it really does, but I don’t obsess over it the same way. I mean, I did in the beginning before I learned to enjoy the journey of health, as opposed to the destination of fit.”
Rus smirked.
“Dumb, I know, but it rings true.”
“Not dumb at all,” Rus said. “Why don’t you try to make room for both now?”
“Between work and my family, I barely have time for anything.”
“Alrighty, who is ready to have their mouth blown?” Dylan left the pizzeria with a stack of six single-slice triangle boxes.
“I think you mean minds,” Kaiden said.
“I said what I said.” Dylan grinned.
“Hey, if something’s getting blown, I don’t want it to be my mouth or my mind,” Rus clarified.
Kaiden chuckled, nudging Rus in the ribs.
“Trust me, your mouths will weep with joy.”
“I don’t know if I want my mouth to cry.” Rus stared at the pizza boxes.
“Why didn’t they just give you a normal box?” Kaiden asked.
“They only serve by the slice,” Dylan replied.
They wandered back to the car. Rus piled into the backseat with Kaiden, while Dylan secured the pizza up front, declaring the slices had called shotgun long before either of them.
Rus rested his head on Kaiden’s shoulder during the drive, studying the side streets and back roads Dylan took on their leisure ride through town.
Once they got to Rus’ apartment, they quickly made their way inside, where they unwound a bit with Dylan playing Baldur’s Gate 3 on the edge of the bed.
He played one-handed as he scarfed pizza down.
Rus enjoyed a slice of pineapple and chicken pizza and rested on the other end of the bed with Kaiden.
After finishing Kaiden’s crust, Rus stood up from the bed and brushed the crumbs onto the floor. “I’m gonna go change before I get sauce all over my outfit.”
“Nah, it’ll totally work,” Dylan said, focused on killing goblins. “Just say it’s blood.”
“For what I spent on this costume, my Astarion is far too fabulous to spill even a drop of blood.”
“Wait, you can’t get undressed now.” Kaiden tugged on Rus’ belt. “Not without a little vampire fun.”
“Oh?”
“I feel like you deserve a prize.”
“A prize?” Rus stared down at Kaiden, who slipped off the bed and stared up at him while on his knees.
“Yeah, for being best dressed.”
“You really should’ve entered that costume contest,” Dylan said with a mouthful of pizza, and his eyes locked on the TV screen. “Bet you’d have at least placed.”
Rus boasted, puffing his chest out and running his hands over the fine fabric of his top.
“So what kind of prize are you thinking?” Dylan asked, completely oblivious to Kaiden, who slowly unfastened Rus’ slacks.
“One where you’ll definitely wish you put a bit more effort into your costume,” Kaiden said, flinging his pink cowboy hat off and at the TV.
“I don’t know.” Dylan shrugged. “Seems like a lot of work for—”
“Oh fuck,” Rus groaned as Kaiden wrapped his lips around his cock.
“Well, damn.” Dylan turned back.
“You just going to sit there, darling?” Rus asked in character, running his fingers through Kaiden’s hair.
His head bobbed up and down, taking in a bit more of Rus each time.
“Absolutely not.” Dylan tossed the control aside and rolled off the edge of the bed.
As he crawled over to them, Rus half expected Dylan to pull off Kaiden’s jeans, tossing them next to the pink boots he’d already set in the corner. However, instead of working Kaiden’s cock over, Dylan crawled behind Rus and played with his ass.
“Hell,” Rus whimpered at the suddenness of Dylan’s tongue tickling his hole. “I’ve never, uh…fuck…”
His legs trembled as he stood there with Kaiden sucking him off and Dylan teasing and tasting his hole.
The wobble in his stance didn’t go unnoticed. Rus felt Kaiden shift just enough to wrap his arms around Rus’ sides, offering a bit of reinforcement. Dylan didn’t help, though, merely playing with Rus’ cheeks like putty as he dove in, licking his ass.
Rus had never had a rim job before, let alone a rim job while getting a blow job.
He’d only eaten ass a handful of times himself, and truthfully, he didn’t grasp the appeal.
That all changed with Dylan’s technique, the way his hands kneaded his butt, the way his tongue moved with precision.
There was a gentleness with how he lathered his hole with long licks, and an aggressiveness with how he poked his tongue just enough to enter Rus.
At first, the sensation consumed him in the best way, warming his entire body and leaving his muscles weak. But whether from the alertness of standing at attention or the way Dylan’s tongue pushed in deeper, Rus nearly jumped from the startling sensation.
“Whoa, was that your tongue, or are you using fingers now?”
Dylan pulled back but still kept his hands on Rus’ cheeks. “No hands, promise. If you’re not cool with a little prodding, I can stop, though.”
“No, no, you’re good,” Rus panted. “Just unexpected.”
“Trust me. Ride the wave, sweetie.”
Rus had been very forward about his lack of bottoming experience, and as far as Dylan and Kaiden knew, Rus held no interest in bottoming. Not entirely true. There was a small curiosity, the tiniest of desires, but he’d always assumed the top role. Staying strictly top came easier.
Plus, much like now, there was a certain vulnerability that came with surrendering control. All the same, he rather enjoyed handing the reins over to Dylan and Kaiden, allowing them to dictate his pleasures, work him over to full satisfaction.
They continued for some time, the muscles in Rus’ legs grew tired, but he found himself floating at the same time.
He couldn’t explain it or comprehend it.
Part of him would much rather lie back and bask in these vibrant sensations.
But the longer he stood there, the more minutes that passed, the more Rus found himself lost to the pleasures.
Time didn’t slow, despite finding himself lost in this moment, Rus noticed nearly fifteen minutes had gone by.
Electrifying tingles trailed along his skin. Pulses of excitement sent his mind surging far and wide. Every time he took a deep breath to bite back the exhilaration, his body stirred. Restless and quivering and on the verge of…
“Fuuuck.” Rus bit his lip. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”
Between the way his body quaked from Dylan’s mouth, to the stimulation of Kaiden’s very strong head game, Rus knew he’d cum any moment. Kaiden stroked the full length of Rus’ shaft, focusing on the head of his cock by rotating his tongue.
Rus bucked a bit erratically, unable to help it as he came closer and closer to climaxing. Dylan didn’t relent, merely grabbed hold of Rus’ hips and shoved his face in deeper to continue eating Rus’ ass.
It was intoxicating.
Rus’ little thrusts must’ve been Kaiden’s cue because he did his damnest to deep throat the entirety of Rus’ cock—nearly taking in the whole thing.
“Goddamn.” Rus slapped his hands over Kaiden’s face, enthralled by the feeling.
When Kaiden pulled back to breathe, Rus chased the high for a half second but let him go. Well, he would’ve if Kaiden’s hands hadn’t moved so insistently. While he couldn’t keep himself in place, Kaiden signaled permission by squeezing Rus’ hands until they pressed to Kaiden’s head.
Rus’ teeth chattered as he sucked in a deep breath and rammed Kaiden back down his shaft.
The gurgle enticed him, so he relented just long enough for Kaiden to take in a wispy half breath while his lips were still tightly wrapped around Rus’ dick.
Then, Rus shoved him back down, pushing forward at the same time.
He humped Kaiden’s face, shoving his cock as far down his throat as possible.
Each thrust put Rus into a deeper frenzy until he couldn’t contain himself. Without warning, Rus shot his load down Kaiden’s throat, releasing a gasping growl with each shot into Kaiden.
“Oh, damn.” Rus wobbled a bit, releasing Kaiden, whose eyes were glossy with tears. “You okay?”
“Hell yeah.” Kaiden wiped away the spit running down his chin and eased back just enough for Rus to move forward.
He took two steps and collapsed onto his bed, panting with satisfaction. But it appeared Dylan wasn’t finished with him quite yet, returning to his ass and continuing to tease his hole.
Rus lay there, lost in the soothing sensation washing over his entire body.