Chapter Sixteen #2
“I know.”
“Maybe one day, you’ll marry, have a family of your own and you won’t make the mistakes your father did.” Newt sighed. “You’ll make other mistakes but…”
River huffed into his shoulder. “Hey, I’m perfect.”
Newt chuckled, which was what River wanted to hear.
“When bad things happen in your life, you’re allowed to be sad,” Newt said.
“But it’s important that you let yourself be happy too.
We’ve both learned that. We can’t dismiss what went before, but as far as we’re able, we shouldn’t let it define our future.
I mean, I still jump at loud noises, I eat too fast, I don’t like too much choice…
I can’t shake off everything that prison did, but I hope I can in time. ”
“I’m still afraid of heights.”
“I’m not surprised. It must have been fucking terrifying. He was insane.”
“Don’t know why I agreed to…climb for the film.”
Newt stroked River’s hair from his eyes. “You got talked into it. You have to learn to say no. Firmly. Let’s practise. Like some caviar?”
“No.”
“Like to pet a cobra?”
“No.”
“Like to climb Everest?”
“No.”
“Want to go to bed with me?”
River laughed but his heart thumped. He reached up to Newt’s mouth and ran his finger over his lips. “Hmm…”
Newt’s phone rang and they both jumped.
“It’s Max,” Newt said and answered it. “Hi.”
“The police want to come and speak to River tomorrow morning at ten.”
“Right.”
River took the phone from him. “No more Dila.”
Max gave a heavy sigh. “After you’ve been plastered all over the papers and social media looking lovey-dovey? Give it a couple of months. See if you can wait until we know that part is yours.”
“Too long. And it is mine.” River stared at Newt. “Don’t want to wait.”
“If Misha heard you now, would he give you the role? You need to be sure you’re fit for it in all ways.
Harry Gardner is snapping at your heels.
His agent has spoken to Misha, and now Misha wants to see you, check on your progress.
I’ve kept putting him off but… The premiere for Medway Boys is next Thursday.
You’re expected to attend. I’ve assured everyone that you’ll be going but I’d also always intended to make last minute apologies. ”
“I’ll go,” River said.
Max was quiet for a few moments. “It would be a great way to make it clear you’re fine.
Almost fine. I can stage manage a conversation with Misha.
We can stipulate no interviews, just have you seen with Dila on your arm.
You can have a few sentences practised. Dila can protect you from more questions thrown your way.
You don’t need to stay and watch the film.
We can sneak you out fairly promptly. No after party. What do you think?”
River took a deep breath. “Yes. Newt comes too. B…body…guard.”
“Good idea. Send your measurements, Newt. You’ll need a suit. I’ll arrange a car to take you to the George Hotel on Thursday afternoon. You’ll go from there to Leicester Square with Dila. I’ll plant questions with a couple of members of the press and send you copies so you can work on answers.”
“Okay,” River said.
“Good job.” Max ended the call.
“When police come, I need you with me,” River said.
“All right.”
“I need you now too.” River leaned in and put his mouth on Newt’s throat. He wanted to feel what happened when he said the next words. “It’s your turn.”
Newt’s Adam’s apple rose and fell under his lips. River felt the vibration against his mouth as Newt let out a long groan.
“My turn…to empty the dishwasher?” Newt asked.
“Hmm.”
“My turn to check everywhere is locked up?”
“I’m thinking…your turn to give me…fabulous…blowjob.”
River worked his way down Newt’s chest, his hands mapping Newt’s upper body, trailing his fingers over the curves of his shoulders, while he mouthed his nipples through the material of his T-shirt.
“Then your turn to fuck me.” River pushed to his feet. “But dishwasher and locks first, sl…slave.”
Newt grinned.
By the time Newt walked into the bedroom, River had stripped, prepped in the bathroom and had lube and condoms ready, along with a tape measure. And an erect cock.
“Er…” Newt raised his eyebrows at the tape measure.
“Suit.”
“Oh right. And you needed to take measurements while you’re naked?”
“Yes. Get your phone.” River wrapped the tape around Newt’s chest, then his waist. Newt tapped in the measurements after River had shown him the tape to check the number.
“We need to work on numbers,” Newt said.
River measured his sleeve length, neck and shoulders. When he wrapped the tape around Newt’s hips, Newt’s breathing faltered.
“Hope for best. You have a lumpy bit.” River ran his hand down the front of Newt’s jeans. “Inseam next.”
Newt groaned. River dragged his hands all the way from Newt’s feet to his groin.
“Send to Max. Send shoe size too.”
When Newt tossed his phone aside, River said, “Strip and I’ll measure again. Not sure about cock.”
Newt began to take off his clothes. “You’re not going to measure my cock.”
River laughed. “When you’re sleeping.”
Newt growled and pounced, knocking River onto the bed and pulling the tape from his fingers.
“No measuring. I don’t want you getting a complex.”
“Too late.” River put his hands around Newt’s neck and pulled him down.
The groan emerging from Newt’s mouth wrapped around River like a whirlwind.
Lust rampaged through him. The moment their lips met, he was lost. Newt ate at River’s mouth, held him tight and rocked against him.
River slipped a hand between their bodies to bring their dicks close together.
When they began to shift their hips in the same rhythm, River worried he was going to come.
But Newt pulled back, smiled at him, then licked his way down River’s chest. River stroked Newt’s hair as his head sank lower and lower.
Suck me, suck me, suck me! Instead, Newt breathed on him and River had to shift his hips and hold Newt’s head to bring his cock to those beautiful lips.
“Don’t let me come yet.”
Newt tightened his grip at the base of River’s cock, then licked him like a lollipop. Up and down, round and round, and back and forth over the crest. River cried out. His toes curled, and he tensed every muscle as Newt sucked until his cheeks hollowed.
“Oh God. Feels so good,” River panted. “Fuck…fuck.”
As if Newt sensed he was going to come, which he was, he tightened his hold at the base and River’s urge to explode fell away and was replaced by a dull ache, need slithering around in his gut.
River came up on his elbows to look at him, just as Newt lifted his gaze.
Newt smiled around his cock and River whined. Watching Newt do this drove him crazy.
Newt took his balls in his mouth, licking and mouthing him while his nose and cheeks rubbed River’s cock, and the grip that was supposed to be keeping him in check seemed…
irrelevant. Coming was inevitable. When Newt swallowed him down to the root in one long swoop, River’s hips jerked and his eyes fluttered closed.
There was a sharp prickle at the back of his skull and he was done.
“Oh fuck.”
His balls detonated, lightning flashed down his spine and he erupted into Newt’s mouth, gasping and crying out with every wrenching spasm.
Newt clutched River’s hips and swallowed it all, and when Newt finally rolled to the side, River tugged him up, wanting their mouths together, wanting to taste himself on Newt’s lips.
Only when River had finally run out of air, did he pull away and drop on his back next to him.
“Won’t close…closet door now,” River said. “I’m out.”
Newt’s lips curved in a smile. “Max could probably shove you back in and find a way to keep you there.”
“Won’t let him. Now fuck me.”
River was as relaxed as he could get thinking about taking Newt’s cock in his arse. But if it didn’t happen soon, he’d clench up again.
Newt leaned over and landed a kiss on his forehead, then dragged his lips down over River’s nose, his mouth, his chin and carried on down and down. He circled his tongue over River’s navel and when his skin fluttered under Newt’s tongue, River felt the huff of his laugh.
Stay calm, stay relaxed. When Newt bypassed his cock and came up on his knees to spread River’s legs and push them up, it felt as though every one of his muscles went rigid.
Newt crouched down and licked along the ultrasensitive strip of flesh between River’s balls and his hole.
Oh fuck. One swipe of Newt’s tongue over the entrance to his body and River did a good imitation of rigor mortis.
Spreading his palms on the underside of River’s thighs to keep his body open, Newt buried his face between the cheeks of River’s arse.
“Fuuuck……Fuuuuck.”
Newt blew on his hole, and River shuddered.
“Newt…Newt…”
Oh my God! How could this feel so good?
Newt flicked his tongue back and forth, licking and teasing the ring of muscle before pushing against it with his tongue.
Newt lifted his head. “Okay?”
“No.” He put as much indignation into his voice as he could. “You stopped.”
Newt laughed and a moment later, slipped his tongue into him. Oh fuck. Don’t let the world end while he’s doing this.
River kept clenching and unclenching his fists so he wasn’t tempted to pull at Newt’s hair.
Oh Christ. Newt was fucking him with his tongue, kissing and licking and pushing, and it was filthy, it was bad, it was wrong, no…
it was right, it was good, it was bloody fantastic…
Perfect. He might have only just come but his cock was beginning to fill again.
He heard the squelch of lube, the snap of latex and then it was a finger not a tongue inside him and River was still up for it, still wanting it.
He was writhing on the bed, moaning and gasping until he felt the round head of Newt’s cock pressed against the entrance to his body, then he freaked out.
Luckily, only mentally. His body was up for this even though his brain was rebelling. I want it. I do. Please. Please. Newt pushed, River pushed back and the ring of muscles gave way.
“Oh my God.” Newt’s breathing was shaky. “Okay, I’m done.”
River chuckled and Newt slid a little deeper. That caused River to suck in a breath, but after he’d winced, he made himself smile.
“Four inches in. Only another eight to go,” Newt said and River choked laughing.
“Tape measure?”
“Fuck off.” Newt slowly sank into River’s body until they were tightly joined.
“Fuuuuck,” they gasped together.
Newt stared at him as he slowly withdrew his cock, then pushed forward again. It was a strange sensation, not quite pleasurable, not yet, but then Newt shifted slightly and his cock brushed that place inside him, and River arched up into Newt’s thrust.
“Yessss. There. More.”
River slipped into another world as pleasure coursed through him.
Newt was moving faster now, fucking him hard and every cell in River’s body came alive.
The sound of their ragged breathing filled the room, every grunt and groan lit him up.
His cock was hard again and he didn’t know how.
Newt somehow got his hand around him and was jerking him in the same rhythm that he was fucking him.
“Not allowed to stop,” River gasped.
“What did you say?”
River laughed.
They came at virtually the same time and, overloaded with pleasure, River was pretty sure he’d passed out for a moment.
When he came back to earth, they were lying side by side, Newt’s fingers wrapped around his hand, and the lump in River’s throat grew large enough to choke him.
He’s perfect. I can’t let him go.
And when River woke in the night, heart racing after a nightmare where he’d found himself back on the roof with his father trying to reach him, Newt held him tight, calmed him down, brought him back to reality.
“It’s okay,” Newt whispered. “I have you. You’re safe.”
And River felt safe.