Chapter 8
Harris
Tyler insisted on helping with dinner, even though I tried to insist he just sit there and look pretty.
And he certainly did look pretty. He hadn’t grown out his hair from the standard military cut, but honestly, it really suited him.
Add to that the square jaw and generous mouth, and really, I was a fan. Obviously.
“I looked up LADA.” I tried for casual as I put the steaks on the grill plate on top of the stove. I preferred an actual grill, but it had started snowing again, and it would take too long.
Tyler stilled, hand poised over the mashed potatoes he was seasoning. He took a breath and concentrated hard on what he was doing. “Oh?”
“I was curious. I don’t know much about diabetes to begin with and this wasn’t something I ever heard of before.
” I checked the steaks, making sure they were good, before heading to the freezer to pull out a bag of carrots.
I preferred fresh, but I didn’t have any on hand and this would only take a few minutes in the microwave.
I wasn’t a great cook, but I did all right.
“Can I ask…I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.
But I was wondering how you were diagnosed. ”
Tyler let out a big sigh but didn’t say anything. I was ready to drop it. He didn’t owe me anything. I was prying to satisfy my own curiosity but we were temporary, and if he didn’t want to share I wasn’t entitled to the information.
“A stomach bug swept through base,” he said.
He set down the garlic salt, stirred the potatoes vigorously, then sat back.
He didn’t look at me but kept talking. “A third of the Marines were down for a week. I got caught up in the first wave and it sucked ass. I thought I was just having a hard time kicking the bug but then I was thirsty all the time. I could not get enough water and I was pissing constantly. I was so tired, like bone deep exhausted, I could barely complete my duties as a Marine. They sent me back to medical and my blood sugar was through the roof. I was one step away from DKA.”
“DKA?”
“Diabetic ketoacidosis. It’s…it doesn’t matter.
It’s bad. So they got that under control and started medical discharge.
You can’t serve in the Marines if you’re insulin dependent.
It took a few months, but then I was kicked loose.
My disease progressed faster than it usually does, but it happens.
” He let out a humorless laugh. “I barely survived a bombing and a stupid disease triggered an autoimmune response that killed my pancreas. How stupid is that?”
“What? You almost died? What happened?” I asked before I could think better of it.
“I can’t talk about it,” Tyler said.
“Yeah, of course. I shouldn’t have asked.” Christ, I was just putting my foot in it wasn’t I? Of course he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Hey,” his voice was soft and low, and my gaze shot to his. He gave me a soft smile. “I can’t. As in it’s classified. But I can say that my platoon was in trouble, there was more than one IED, and because of the Gunny, we all made it home.”
“Barrett?” I asked dumbly. Tyler nodded. I smiled. “I knew I liked him.”
Tyler laughed at that, a real one this time. The microwave beeped, but I ignored it for the moment, flipped the steaks, then crossed the room to get into Tyler’s space. He immediately made room for me and I framed his face, kissing him softly.
“Well, for the record, I’m very glad neither the bomb nor the disease took you out. Meeting you has been the highlight of my year.”
Tyler’s expression turned soft and affectionate, then a little mischievous. “I’m already gonna let you in my pants. No need for flattery.”
“Even if it’s true?” I winked then kissed the tip of his nose, trying to play along.
It was true. But I understood it was also a bit heavy, given that we didn’t know each other that well.
Besides, it was temporary. Tyler was only staying through the holidays.
“Let’s eat these steaks and then we’ll see about getting naked. ”
Tyler’s face lit up. “Sounds like a plan.”
Clothed, Tyler was gorgeous. Naked though?
The man was a work of art. I’d thought maybe I’d built it up in my head last night, maybe the shadows of the room making him look even better.
But no. He really was that stunning. Cut muscles, just enough body hair to turn my crank, and sculpted lines.
I could spend hours just kissing every inch of him, but his cock was already red and weeping and I needed to move this party along.
“Try not to touch the pump,” he gasped out as I skated my hands up his thighs. I hadn’t been close to the white box affixed to the front of his thigh, but it was a good warning to have.
I leaned down to kiss his abs, purposefully avoiding his cock. He looked one second away from exploding and I wanted to make this last as long as possible. “Why your thigh?”
“Nggnngh.” Tyler stretched his neck, sucking in air. Oh look at that, I found a hotspot.
“Not enough…not enough fat on my stomach. Back, thighs, and arms are good though. Please, Harris.”
He didn’t sound desperate enough. The “sir” hadn’t come out yet and I was dying to hear it. It sounded so good coming out of his mouth. I slid up his body until I was hovering over him and he let his legs fall open so I could fit between.
“Tell me what you want,” I commanded, voice low.
“Oh god,” he whispered. “Fuck me, Sir.”
And there it was. I kissed his neck then used my teeth, just enough so he could feel it. His entire body spasmed, holding me so that I couldn’t get away. Like I was going anywhere. I had him exactly where I wanted him.
“That’s what you want? Me pounding your hole until you can’t breathe? Till you scream my name?”
“Sure do.”
Instantly, I stilled. Something in his tone was off and while my body was screaming at me to ignore it and give him what he said he wanted, my head was more logical. I lifted my head to look him in the eye, but he was purposefully averting his gaze.
“Tyler.” I waited a second, but when he still didn’t look at me, I grabbed his chin and turned his head to face me. Yep, there was apprehension in his eyes. “Have you done anal before?”
“Yes.”
Okay, I heard the conviction in that, so I knew he wasn’t lying. But still, something wasn’t right. I blamed my lust addled mind on why it took a few seconds for me to piece it together. “As the receiver?”
Tyler didn’t want to answer. It was all over his face. And I got it. Sometimes men didn’t want to admit what they hadn’t done. But I held his gaze, stared him down, and after a moment or two, he caved. “Not exactly.”
“That’s info I need, baby.” The endearment slipped out without my permission and from the way Tyler’s eyes went wide, he was shocked by it too.
Not willing to dwell on how attached I already was—which was honestly ridiculous because we barely knew each other—I made my grin wicked and kissed him hard enough to bruise.
I pulled back when I needed air, and Tyler sucked in a huge breath. I trailed my fingers down his cut abs, bypassed his cock, and touched his hole. Tyler let out a little whine.
“But it’s not going to stop me. Ever do any exploring?” I asked, voice low. Tyler shuddered and nodded.
“F-fingers,” he managed to get out as he squirmed. He pressed against my hand, wanting a firmer touch. When I pulled away, his disappointment came through in his groan.
“So we’ll start there.” I leaned to grab the lube I’d set out on the nightstand, ignored the condom for now, and coated my fingers.
I had half a mind to make him wait, make him beg, but I wanted to touch him just as badly as he wanted to be touched.
When I slid down his body, he made grabby hands to keep where I was, but I batted them away.
Instead, I took his cock in my mouth and loved the keening moan he let out.
I made the suction strong, focusing on the head as soon as I caught how much he enjoyed that.
Tyler was sensitive, and he reacted strongly to everything I did.
I loved sucking cock, and Tyler’s was a perfect mouthful, just a little too thick and a little too long.
It made it a challenge, but only a bit, and concentrating kept me from focusing on my own dick.
When he was cursing and whining, I brought my slick fingers to his hole.
He startled at the touch but instantly relaxed, widening his knees.
With my free hand, I nudged his thigh over my shoulder, which kept him open for me.
Rubbing at his ring, I gently pushed one finger in slowly.
Tyler took it easily but I could feel his thigh tremble.
I redoubled my efforts, needing him desperate again.
It only took a few moments and when I used my tongue on the underside right beneath his cockhead, he nearly screamed.
If my mouth wasn’t full, I would have had a smug smile.
But since it was occupied, I stroked in and out of his hole, then turned my hand, and found his gland.
Tyler’s low, gravely moan and the way he pushed back let me know just how much he liked that.
On the next pass, I added another finger.
Tyler winced at that, but not in a bad way, so I kept going, keeping up the pressure and doing everything I knew how to in order to make him feel good.
He started babbling and cursing, and he gripped my hair, but he didn’t push or demand.
It was more like he needed something to hold on to.
I tried to add a third, but Tyler’s gasp sounded pained and he instinctively pulled away.
I redirected, back to two thick fingers in his hole and lifted up just enough so that I could really get into the blow job.
I needed him to come and I needed it now, because his reactions were fueling my own desire and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait.
Clearly I wasn’t getting my dick in his ass tonight, but I was nearly certain there’d be another opportunity.
“Stop,” Tyler ground out and I did, lifting my head immediately, and slowly pulling my finger out so I wouldn’t hurt him.
“You okay?” I had to check.
He nodded frantically. “Yes, Sir. I was about to come.”
I grinned and I knew it was filthy. “That’s what we want.”
Tyler’s brows scrunched together. “But you…. I want…you can—”
“We’ll get there,” I soothed, settling back into place. I licked a stripe up his red and leaking cock, then tongued the little puddle of precum that had pooled on his abs. “Night is still young.”
“But I want—Harris!”
Right now, it was about what I wanted, which was to make him come with my mouth on his cock and my fingers in his ass.
I took him back in my mouth and slid my fingers right in.
Then, I rubbed his gland, used my thumb on his taint to press against it from the outside, and sucked hard on his cockhead.
That was all it took. Tyler let out a wild sounding scream and flooded my mouth.
I swallowed fast, not wanting to miss a drop, but not caring when some leaked out of the corner of my mouth.
When Tyler’s noises sounded pained, I eased back and out. He was breathing hard, gaze fixed on the ceiling, and his legs were shaking. Try and stop my grin.
“Good one, huh?”
His chuckle sounded breathless. A few heaving breaths later, he said, “Give me a sec and I’ll return the favor.”
“Uh-uh. You just lay there and look beautiful and fucked out. I’ve got this.”
I was so hard and ready that I knew all it would take was a few solid strokes.
I grabbed my dick, pointed it at his spent cock and balls, and stroked myself, making my fingers tight.
My balls drew up and I came with a shout, emptying myself all over him.
I really wanted to rub it in, which was kind of crazy, but the only reason I didn’t was because I figured he was too sensitive right now and the touch would be painful instead of pleasurable.
When I got my muscles to unclench, I started to list sideways, ready to collapse next to him.
Tyler had other ideas, opening his arms. It took a little finagling, but eventually we arranged ourselves so that we were both comfortable and wrapped around each other.
Apparently, Tyler was a cuddler. I was perfectly okay with that.
We were sweaty and sticky, and we’d have to do something about that, but not right this moment. I scratched my fingers on his scalp and he nuzzled his nose into my neck.
“You good?” I murmured.
“Yeah.” His sigh sounded content. “But I want you to fuck me.”
I hid my grin in his hair. “Then I will. But I’m bigger than two fingers.”
Tyler grabbed my hand, the one not coated in lube, and stuck my first two fingers in his mouth. He licked and laved, then pulled off with a pop.
“Yeah, you are. We might have to work up to it.” He lifted his head and peered at me through his long lashes. “Could be fun.”
I snorted out a laugh and kissed him, showing him just how much I liked that idea.
“Yeah, it will be.”