Chapter 35 Will #2
“Oh, I don’t know. I love everything about it.
I love the characters. They’re all so fucked up and flawed and perfect.
The story is off-the-wall crazy. The vampires are sex-crazed and lustful.
The werewolves are I’ll-make-you-start-questioning-your-sexuality hot.
Everyone has a thick Louisiana accent, and the dialogue is unreal.
I must have watched all seven seasons at least ten times, and I still find new things to laugh at every single time. ”
“That sounds amazing. Why haven’t we watched True Blood, Will?” asks Mat with mild accusation. I admit, as I’m the one in the relationship who holds the remote control, this type of thing does fall under my jurisdiction.
“Sorry, Mattie,” I say without skipping a beat. “We’ll start watching it this week, okay, Trouble?” I dip my head and drop a soft kiss on Trouble’s shoulder. “‘Cause we want to know you.
Trouble shivers slightly, and I’m not sure if it’s from my kiss or what I said.
“Are you going to answer my question?” he asks, bristling as if to undo the shiver.
I sigh, but I can’t help smiling. Even though he doesn’t mean to, his line of questioning tells me much more about him than I think he’s comfortable disclosing. “Nope. We’ve never jerked off together, and before you, we’d never made out either.”
“My God,” he trills, “how unlikely for a longtime feels-like-forever gay couple.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I chuckle, raising both hands to concede defeat.
“So, nothing? No kissing? No canoodling? Not even a teeny tiny little tug now and again? Surely that can’t be. If porn’s taught me anything, it’s that that literally never happens.”
“Since we met you”—Mat’s voice is soft, and there’s a whisper of hesitation—“we’ve been sending each other gay three-way porn.”
Trouble’s eyes flash. “Ohmighad, what three-way porn do you watch? Which performers do you like?”
“Uh, I don’t know.”
“Are you suggesting you know the performers by name?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light and free of judgment or mirth.
“I’m saying gay three-way porn is my wheelhouse. It’s my bread and butter. If it’s good, I’ve seen it. Hell, if it’s bad, I’ll probably have seen it too.”
“Ever seen anything as hot as what we do?” asks Mat.
Trouble doesn’t answer, but his cheeks color. It’s strange to see him like that. Bashful and borderline sweet. He swallows before speaking. His eyes are thoughtful and sincere. Without the makeup, they look bluer than ever. A cerulean sky that stretches forever.
“No,” he says softly.
I’m not sure if it’s the way his eyes look, or the way his voice sounds, but something about the interaction triggers my first flashback of the fuck we just had.
Trouble was on his knees on the floor. Mat drilled him from behind, hitting so hard that Trouble lurched forward with each impact.
I was standing in front of him, lazily offering him my dick.
I’d already come, and while things were still hazy, they were clearer than they had been.
Trouble swirled his tongue around my head and then pulled back but didn’t break eye contact. He grimaced every time Mat slammed his dick home, and on the out-stroke, his eyelids slid to half-mast and he moaned.
He stroked his dick with one hand and ran the other up my inner thigh. He did it so slowly that the hairs on my leg felt charged. He cupped my balls and rolled them around in his palm, testing their weight before reaching behind them.
“You want it?” He raised a pair of perfectly arched eyebrows and smiled in a way that let me know that even though I’ve seen a thing or two in my time, I’ve never seen sexual magnetism in its full glory.
Magnetism that runs its hand lightly over a face and marks it as its own.
Magnetism that reaches inside someone and arranges them in a way that’s rare and distinctive. Unique and completely inimitable.
I didn’t answer. At least not in English. I definitely answered in the language of hisses and grunts, and for good measure, I nodded my head, jaw slack and hanging open.
He put his middle finger into his mouth and withdrew it slowly, making me watch, giving me all the time I needed to change my mind. I didn’t.
His aim was true. A slick single thrust and his finger was buried inside me.
All the way in, right up to the knuckle.
I lifted my weight up onto my toes from the shock, and when I sank down again, my footing was far from steady.
The sound his finger shook loose was terrifying.
Low and ragged. Totally feral. I threw my head back as my ass gave way.
My gaze left Trouble’s and traveled upward.
Up Mat’s belly and passed his heaving chest. His body was hard, musculature engaged.
Core on strong. Our gazes met, colliding the second Trouble started working my gland.
Trouble was slurping my dick, making sounds so sinful I couldn’t understand how or why I was in heaven.
He paused now and again, dragging his lips over my shaft and speaking quietly.
His voice was soft and melodic, like words to a song.
I don’t remember all of them, but I sure as shit got the gist of it.
Payback’s a bitch.
And it’s coming for Mattie and me.