24. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
“ P lease. You have to let me out. I—I have friends. Family . I’m not the person you want to kidnap.”
Lex rolled his eyes toward the ceiling of the dark car, inhaling another round of air through gritted teeth.
“ Please ,” Jake’s voice cracked again, trembling and uneven. “I have no intentions of going to the police. All I want is to go home .”
From the bar to the woods, it was a little over an hour.
An hour of this shit .
Twisting the cap back onto the water bottle, all Lex could do was shake his head.
God, it was pathetic. The kind that made him feel embarrassed for the guy. The why do you think anyone cares type of pathetic.
Jake’s words kept going in and out, rising and falling like a radio station with bad signal, and Lex glanced sideways at Morgan.
Morgan’s hair-thin triggers had become nearly see-through the longer they were in the car. His patience was all but gone. That casual, one-handed driving had turned into both hands on the wheel, and then fingers wrapped so tightly around the leather Lex could hear it squeak every time Jake opened his goddamn mouth.
Lex hadn’t sounded this bad, right? He couldn’t have. Sure, he remembered begging, but it was less repetitive. It had to have been.
Jake wasn’t scared , he was just… annoying .
And, judging by the flicker in Morgan’s eyes when Lex accidentally bumped his knee to flip on the heater? Morgan was thinking it too.
Turning around in the seat, Lex adjusted the belt biting into his shoulder. “Can you stop? For two minutes? This isn’t helping your cause.”
“Then what would? Like I said, I don’t know what I’ve done to merit this sort of behavior, but I am deeply sorry.”
“Not this, that’s for sure.”
“Lex, you have to listen to reason. To… to sense,” Jake stammered, breaking into a sob at the last word. The pine air freshener didn’t quite hide the stale odor of fear and sweat coming off him. “You must know that this isn’t what you want to do. Lex, please— ”
“Shut. Up ,” Morgan interrupted, each syllable more clipped than the last.
Lex turned around to face the front again, his eyes fixed on the empty road stretched out ahead. He couldn’t get his leg to stop bouncing.
This will be worth it.
His phone was burning a hole in his pocket, its siren call louder than Jake’s full-fledged weeping.
It better be worth it, anyway.
The car pulled off the highway, gravel crunching under the tires before giving away to the familiar grass. The ditch was etched into Lex’s memory—every dip, every divot in the earth. It was like the night was alive, breathing around them.
Morgan killed the engine. Reaching across Lex’s lap, the glove compartment snapped open, the edge of the gun catching what little light there was.
Lex couldn’t tear his eyes away as Morgan slid it free and tucked it into the waistband of his dark jeans. Like it belonged there. Like it was an extension of him.
“Do you like it?” Morgan asked quietly, resting his hand on the back of Lex’s seat. So close Lex could smell his cologne, could almost taste the soft leather of his jacket.
Lex swallowed, his pulse hammering so hard he swore Morgan could hear it. “I didn’t know you had one.”
“What did I tell you about secrets? ”
“Can I—”
Morgan leaned in, suffocating in the best fucking way. That hungry gaze—predatory, calculated—sent heat spiraling through Lex’s gut.
“You don’t want to record this, but I won’t stop you.”
The passenger door opened, the ding too loud in the darkness, and cold air rushed in to greet him. Then Morgan was gone, up and out of the driver’s side before Lex could figure out how to fix the hard, heavy feeling tightening his chest.
Jesus.
Morgan’s intensity couldn’t be matched and Lex had never been this close to it before. Not like this. Not on this side of it.
Stumbling out of the car, Lex shoved his free hand into his pocket, the other clutched around his phone as they walked. Even if Morgan had said he didn’t want to, he sure as shit did . The glow of the screen grounded him, gave him something to look forward to. Pressing record would never fail to give him that giddy rush.
Shit. It was just getting colder though. Low thirties at best. The first flurries of the season drifted down to greet them. A few landed on his nose, soft and cold, sliding down his face as they melted.
It was the wrong time to leave his blazer in that shoddy, broken-down bar.
The trees were even more barren now but Lex still knew them. Still remembered every twisted trunk and gnarled branch. Skeletal and inevitable, just like Morgan’s voice whispering through his earbuds before bed; a ghost of the thing itself, but too real to deny .
Jake shattered the silence, frantic and grating in the night. “Morgan. Morgan . Please listen to me. We had something, didn’t we? You and I.”
Of course, Morgan didn’t respond. Why would he? He just pressed the barrel of the gun deeper into Jake’s lower back.
And then Jake turned his attention to Lex.
“He—he’s your brother, right? M-my brother and I aren’t close, but I… I’d like to think I’d help him. Benji is a good kid, just like you Lex—”
The dull thud of Morgan’s boot meeting the back of Jake’s knee cut him off mid-plea. Jake hit the ground with a muffled cry, his words turning into a mash of curses, strung together, quieter by the second.
“I hate the way your name sounds coming out of his mouth,” Morgan muttered, his eyes sliding over to Lex before they returned to Jake. The gun disappeared back under the waistband of his jeans. “My least favorite thing I’ve heard in a while. You want another dare, little brother?”
Lex’s heart slammed against his ribcage, pulse fluttering so hard beneath his skin he could feel it in his fingertips. It wasn’t just adrenaline—it was something darker, more delightful, snaking up his body. He glanced down at the red light, watching the scene unfold on the screen, how Morgan and Jake were centered.
“I’m game,” he managed, calmer than he felt.
“Gun or knife? Pick how he dies.”
The phone vibrated in Lex’s shaking hands and all he could think about, for one moment, was how shaky the video was going to come out. He licked his lips, tasting the salt and frost. If he didn’t, he’d end up drooling—and god, it would freeze before it even hit his shirt.
That kind of power was intoxicating. There was no messy responsibility. Not having to pull the trigger or make the cut. Not having to put that on his conscience. But still, getting to choose?
He could get used to this.
“What?” Jake’s question barely made it over the sudden gust of wind that whipped dead leaves around. He stood, his head twisting between the two of them, weight on one leg.
Flawless on Lex’s phone.
“Knife,” Lex whispered, dragging his eyes up to meet Morgan. “I think a knife would be perfect.”
Morgan’s grin—that feral, toothy slash across his face—was attractive. “I like how you think.”
The sound of the knife cutting through flesh was deafening—louder than it had any right to bed. Quick and horrifyingly clean. Seamless. Practiced. Lex almost didn’t see it until Jake’s hands flew to his throat, trembling palms pressing into the torrent of blood spilling out like a broken faucet. Trying to stop it.
The snow didn’t stand a chance. Dark, vibrant red splattered against the white and green—the most fucked up version of Christmas Lex had ever witnessed. He couldn’t tell if the shiver climbing up his spine was from the cold or from this… gift.
He took a step back as Jake fell, angling the phone’s camera to capture the way his mouth gaped open, moving like a fish, gurgling on the last breath of air.
Then it was over.
It was so fast .
Lex expected more—shit, he wanted more. He wanted a chase or a fight. He wanted it to last longer than five fucking seconds . Morgan could have dragged it out, could have carved Jake up like a beautiful masterpiece, instead of giving him something so…
“Anticlimactic…” Lex mumbled out loud before he realized it. He tapped off the video and shoved the phone into his pocket with a sigh.
How goddamn boring .
“I told you it wasn’t worth recording.”
Morgan took one step closer, the flat heels of his boots crunching over grass and snow.
A distant little part of Lex’s brain screamed at him to bolt . To turn and just fucking run. It clawed at him, pleading that this was his one chance . But that was the fear talking. This time wasn’t the last time . Morgan caught him off guard before, unsteady, not like now.
Now he was Morgan’s equal.
At least, that’s what Lex kept telling himself to quiet those thoughts.
“How’d you get together?” Morgan asked, calm and almost conversational. Too calm for someone with blood dripping off his jacket, staining his jeans in dark blotches, and a knife still in his hand. Behind him, Jake twitched, the strange spasms of death drawing all of Lex’s attention.
The tremors were fascinating. Grotesque and definitely not his style but still.
Interesting as hell .
“He called the office looking for you. I wanted to know more about him, so I asked to meet.” Lex took a step back, instincts kicking in before he could stop them.
“About him? You could’ve asked.”
Lex’s chuckle came out shakier than he hoped. “Really? Morgan. I fucking tried and you shot me down!”
Holy shit. Stop moving, Lex.
He couldn’t, though. He’d taken a few steps to the side, circling Morgan’s left, watching Morgan’s eyes track each thing he did.
“True,” Morgan’s smirk was more controlled—fewer teeth, a little flick of the corner of his mouth. “I…” he exhaled, tilting his head to the side. “I still can’t believe you touched him. Let him touch you. He’s barely fit to breathe the same air as us.”
Us?
“If uh,” Lex licked his lips. “If I recall, you two screwed off and on for years. Wasn’t he fit then?”
“Easy way to pass the time. I certainly didn’t mind it. Neither did he. Besides, I needed his… personality. Everyone adored Jake without becoming too involved. I wanted that for myself. I didn’t want the constant barrage of questions . I needed to keep all of this,” Morgan waved the knife around them, “private.”
That made sense.
The speech patterns, their tones… hell, even the way Morgan crossed his arms was a lot like Jake.
If Lex thought about it longer than a moment, the mannerisms were identical, down to a T.
Oh, creepy .
Morgan’s jacket brushed against Lex’s wrist. Too light. The kind of touch that felt off coming from Morgan—careful, gentle.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” Morgan continued, silkier than fresh cream, though his expression was anything but. The hardness in his eyes sent Lex’s heart into a drumbeat. “Being wanted by someone else.” His voice dropped, dark and mocking. “Being noticed.”
“No… that’s not what happened… I already—”
“Sure. You told me a version of events. Your version. That’s not what it looked like when I came in.” Morgan paused, his hand sliding up Lex’s arm, feeling around the dips in his shoulder, his collarbone. “Don’t lie to me. You did it for the attention.”
Fuck it.
“I was jealous , you stupid prick,” Lex spat. He’d had enough of this goddamn verbal cornering to last him a lifetime. Morgan had another thing coming if he thought this was going to work again. “I wanted to know if you were still seeing him. You need to stop assuming shit. You’re not as smart as you think you are. God, I let you think it. ”
“There you are, my pretty little monster.”
Lex barely had time to register what he just heard, or if he heard Morgan right at all before Morgan’s fist closed around his top and the ground flew up to meet his face.
The impact was jarring. His nose collided with something sharp and pain shot straight into his bones, the world blurring for a snap second. Instincts—ones he should have listened to earlier— kicked in, and he rolled over before Morgan could pin him.
It didn’t matter. It didn’t help .
By the time he blinked, Morgan was already there—so close, Lex couldn’t see anything but him. Snowflakes clung to Morgan’s dark lashes, and Lex took in everything ; the tiny mole on his cheek, the way his pupils swallowed the brown.
How fucking excited Morgan was.
Lex’s breath hitched as the blade met the soft part of his throat. The pressure wasn’t enough to pierce, not yet , but he froze. He exhaled, as slowly and evenly as possible, hyperaware of Jake’s blood streaked across the surface, dark and wet.
“I don’t say this often, so listen carefully,” Morgan murmured, so soft Lex almost didn’t hear him when he swallowed. “Are you listening?”
“I’m—I’m listening.”
“I’m proud of you.”
Four words.
Just four.
And they fucking wrecked him.
Lex’s mind spiraled into that place where the edges blurred into something warm and light-headed. Fuzzy. Every ounce of discomfort—the rock biting into the back of his neck—floated away, replaced by that bliss .
“You’re everything I need, even when you’re not trying,” Morgan continued, sugar-sweet and weighted, keeping Lex exactly where he was. “This is the you I’ve been waiting to see. The one I only saw glimpses of when you thought no one was paying attention… I’m always paying attention. ”
The teenage version of Lex was jumping for joy, quivering somewhere inside of him. “This is what we always wanted. This is it!” That part didn’t know better.
But the rest of him he was pulling—kicking and screaming—away from that happy place ? The one that wasn’t celebrating? That part did know better.
That part wasn’t dense.
Morgan’s fingers, colder than a block of damn ice, caressed his cheek, so gentle Lex could feel every inch of skin he touched. That’s what Lex should have been paying attention to. He should have been relaxing into it, but he couldn’t.
Not when there was a knife in Morgan’s other hand. The chances Morgan would hurt him? Actually , hurt him? Low. Slim to none, actually.
But he still didn’t want to see his own blood dripping into the snow. Even if Morgan wouldn’t do lasting damage, he didn’t want to get cut.
Lex stayed ramrod stiff, fighting against the goosebumps, against the way his lids wanted to slip closed to feel Morgan’s words rather than hear them.
“I don’t know whether to reward you for being so perfect,” Morgan said with a little laugh that sent Lex’s head spinning again, “or punish you for making me want to.”
“Neither..?” Lex’s voice came out hoarse, scratching his throat on the way out.
“So what do you want then?”
“Heat. I’m—I’m cold , Morgan. It’s freezing. ”
Morgan gripped Lex’s chin, turning it toward Jake’s unblinking eyes. “I’m sure his blood is still warm. Do you want me to open up his flesh? Move aside his bones? He’ll be so tight with you inside of his skin.”
Oh , what the absolute fuck, Morgan.
Nausea rolled over Lex again and he had to shut his eyes, swallowing over and over until saliva stopped pooling in his mouth. He had no clue how they’d ended up there. He’d been avoiding it, skating around Jake, but…
“Actually, I was thinking a fire. We could burn the body.”
“Desecrating a corpse like that? How mundane. We can be more creative.”
The blade whipped off his neck and Lex jolted. The sting wasn’t immediate—it crept up on him after a second. His fingers flew to his throat, pressing into the shallow line. A bad shaving cut. Nothing to panic over.
It still scared the living hell out of him.
His heart was thundering in his ears, telling him something else wrong.
Where’s the knife?
His eyes bounced from one of Morgan’s hands to the other.
The other by Lex’s shoulder.
And there it was—or rather, there the hilt of the knife was. Thick and black, sticking out of his own shoulder in a way that seemed surreal.
Lex’s brain simply refused . Refused to process at all until he was staring at it .
But, the pain… god, the pain wasn’t delayed for long. It hit him, fresh and searing, spreading out like fire. It burned through muscle and tissue, every nerve in his arm singing.
“Selfish of me,” Morgan said, almost teasing. Lex didn’t need to look to know there was a smile on his face. “But I wanted to see you cry for me. Will you do that?”
They came before Lex could stop them, unrelenting as they spilled down his cheeks as if they had a will of their own. He clenched his jaw, desperate to keep the sob stuck in his throat—if nothing else but to not give Morgan that satisfaction.
The entire side of his body was on fire—shoulder, chest, ribs, even his back. Digging his nails into the ground was the only thing he could do to keep himself from screaming.
Morgan’s hand slid up Lex’s throat to his jaw, palm resting against his pulse. “Isn’t this better? We work so well when you're not fighting me every step of the way. I like you best when you're all mine.”
Lex tried to keep his breathing steady, the side of Morgan’s face blurring in and out like a bad dream he couldn’t wake up from. He squinted, trying to focus, but it didn’t help. Everything stayed watery and thin, clouding back up seconds after he’d get it clear.
Don’t think about it.
Think about something else—anything else.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” Morgan whispered into his ear. “It’s consuming me. Let me make you feel good, little brother.”
The knife in his shoulder twisted and a new wave of agony tore through him. His body jerked involuntarily, his eyes stinging worse than before .
His choked gasp was the worst part. The last indicator of how fucking terrified he was.
He’d almost gotten used to the pain—almost managed to shove it into the corner of his mind, behind office holiday parties and Christmas tree shopping. Almost tuned it out completely. Now it was back at the forefront, slicing through the rest of his composure.
And Morgan was talking about sex?
What the hell am I supposed to say?
Go fuck yourself?
Every fiber in Lex was telling Morgan exactly where he could shove his dick, but he bit back the words. The thought was heavier than his irritation, than the pain itself.
Will he kill me if I say no?
He really, really didn’t want to die.
“Take the knife out,” Lex whispered, his voice shaky, not his voice at all. “I won’t bleed out, will I?”
“I made sure not to hit anything serious; arteries, bone… you’ll live. I promise.”
The knife slid free with a soft, wet sound. He could hear it inside his skull—a sick slurp like some suction cup gone wrong. Blood trickled out, pooling near his ear, warm and sticky. So damn warm.
“You know,” Morgan began, the tip of the knife sliding against Lex’s collarbone and down his chest, “I don’t need to kill you at all. You can take all of my pain, and then more. Killing you would stop everything I’m enjoying. I haven’t felt this alive in… years.”
Buttons popped off, one by one, and the thin barrier between Lex’s body and the wind was gone. He couldn’t help the gasp when the sharp metal pressed against his stomach .
It was fucking cold .
“You’re so strong.”
Strong? Lex didn’t feel strong. Everything was unraveling, nerve endings frayed and raw. His entire body ached, the edges of his vision splotchy with black dots. But he couldn’t look away from Morgan’s satisfied expression. The gleam in his eye. The sharp, toothy grin.
“You can do anything, little brother.”
This was such a bad idea, but if he just… if he just gave in… would it be over? Would he get to go home ?
Lex nodded. Once.
Morgan hummed. “ There we go. I knew you had it in you.”
There was no warning. Morgan’s mouth latched onto Lex’s neck, teeth sinking in. Too hard. The sting hit first, then the burn. Shit—his teeth weren’t just on him; they were in him.
Morgan was biting him like some goddamn wild animal. Lex could feel the pressure radiating through his neck and already screwed shoulder, but Morgan wasn’t letting up. He clamped down harder, and the skin gave with this pop that turned Lex’s stomach.
The pull, the burn— the goddamn pain.
“Every part of you tastes delicious,” Morgan whispered against his neck, tongue so hot Lex swore his skin was melting. “I want to devour you whole, Lex…”
God, hearing his name out of Morgan’s mouth? Without having to ask? Beg ?
It was too much. Everything inside him threatened to splash onto the frozen, December ground in chaotic heaps. The air stung. His body hurt. But all he could feel was Morgan—his heat, his touch, his voice wrapping around him.
All the blood rushed away from Lex’s head and down to his cock. Dizzying. His already blurry vision swam.
Drunk. He felt drunk. More drunk than any amount of alcohol had ever made him. No bottle, no high, no night captured on camera could compare to this.
“Fuck. I...” The words tumbled out of Lex’s mouth, jittered and halting. He needed more, less, anything to relieve this pressure—the thing bent on eating him alive from the inside out. He couldn’t keep swinging between hot and cold. Couldn’t keep dealing with the pain. “Morgan, please…”
The teeth eased, but Morgan didn’t move. He didn’t release his grip on the knife or the hand planted on Lex’s hip, keeping him in place. Lex could feel the hard press of Morgan’s dick against his thigh, insistent, burning through the fabric.
“Tell me you like it,” Morgan said, dreamy and teasing, lilting in a way Lex couldn’t deny. “Tell me you want more.”
Lex licked his lips. His heart pounded so loudly in his ears it almost drowned out his own voice. “I… I want more.”
Did he? He couldn’t tell. The dull ache in his shoulder said otherwise. The bright sting in his neck said otherwise. But the rest of his body? That was a resounding yes . It buzzed with want , screaming louder than the common sense thoughts bouncing around his head.
“You’ll do anything for me, won’t you? That’s why I keep you. Why I’ll always keep you.”
Would freezing to death be more peaceful than bleeding out?
Which option was the lesser of two evils ?
But if Morgan kept talking to him like that, maybe…
The knife stabbed into the ground by his head, and Lex swallowed another round of horrifying fear.
One more tilt in the wrong direction and he was going to fucking break .
Morgan’s hands traced a slow, purposeful line down Lex’s stomach, unbuttoning his pants and tugging the zipper down one tooth at a time.
“You like when I’m in control. You’re not simply following orders, Lex, you’re giving me exactly what I want. In a way only you could.”
Cold air hit him, and god , he was an idiot. A fucking idiot who was going to die in these woods. He couldn’t register his own name if Morgan told him to—demanded it.
Then Morgan’s mouth wrapped around his dick, warm and wet, and the rest of the self-loathing thoughts fell to the wayside.
Jesus Christ.
The feel of Morgan’s hot saliva and his rough tongue? He couldn’t swallow, couldn’t move, couldn’t fucking breathe as Morgan took him deeper, teasing the swollen head till Lex was sure he was going to explode right then.
“Don’t… don’t…” He didn’t know how to ask for more—didn’t want to be the one asking for relief.
Too much and not enough all at once.
“You could have told me how sensitive you are,” Morgan murmured as he pulled away, leaving behind a trail of wetness and a hollow throb where his mouth was moments ago. “It’s why you prefer when women are asleep, don’t you? To control the pace. ”
Heat exploded into Lex’s face, warring with the tension coiled at the base of his spine. Morgan didn’t have to say it so… plainly .
What the hell was the point of denying it though?
“It’s okay to fall apart, my sweet,” Morgan purred, and that name… fuck. That was a new one. He loved and hated the shiver it gave him. “I like it better when you do. Do you want me to stop?”
Lex shook his head. There wasn’t any way to describe the intensity of his need.
This was terrible. Wrong. Incredibly, dangerously wrong. He was at Morgan’s mercy—literally—and… god, he liked it. The pain was a distant memory, only flashing into his thoughts when the blood seeped through the shirt, icy against his too-hot skin.
If Morgan needed to tear him apart? Rip away each of his limbs, piece by agonizing piece, just to put him back together again?
Let him .
This swirling pleasure dominated the need for survival. It had him panting for more. Begging for it without a single word ever leaving his lips.
“You look so good like this—completely undone, all because of me,” Morgan said as he laid kiss after kiss onto Lex’s hips and up his chest. There was no taunting. No sarcasm. It was different, caressing his brain in a whole new way, flooding tingles down the back of his skull.
Morgan slipped his frozen fingers into Lex’s mouth, and he couldn’t help the moan. He didn’t need the command, didn’t need Morgan to tell him what to do. He sucked on them like they were a lifeline—the very air he needed to breathe. Even as he felt Morgan tugging his pants down to his ankles, tangled in his sneakers .
“I can’t wait to see you filled with my cum,” Morgan murmured. Those wet fingers slid against his tongue, rubbing over his lips as they made their way down. Lex arched his hips up, trying to find more .
More contact, more pressure.
Shit, anything to relieve the thrumming in his entire body.
But the tip of Morgan’s finger pressed against his ass and he tensed.
“Breathe out. You need to remember to breathe, Lex.” Morgan’s voice swam against Lex’s ear, heady and soft. He groaned when he felt teeth against the lobe, Morgan’s tongue tracing the spot he bit before slipping along the edge.
Lex was so busy focusing on that, the constant state of nip and lick, that the sting of Morgan’s finger sinking into him took his breath away.
“Holy—” He couldn’t even form a coherent thought. The feeling—the fucking intrusion —hurt. It mixed with the pleasure against his ear, and Lex wanted to widen his knees to lessen the pain, but his goddamn pants were still caught.
And Morgan didn’t stop. Didn’t give him a second to get comfortable, to shift his body in a way that didn’t make him feel sick.
“You’re doing beautifully,” he whispered. “Relax. You’re so tight I can’t get to the good part yet.”
The good part.
If his teeth weren’t clenched so hard his jaw ached, he would have laughed .
Lex’s shoulder was numb. His legs were numb. His goddamn ass was numb. Then Morgan plunged in deeper and a new wave of agony chased away irritation.
He opened his mouth—to yell, tell Morgan off—and his body jerked. He saw stars for a split second. The hiss of pain turned into something else, wriggling against the cold ground.
“There it is.” Morgan’s finger stroked the same spot, over and over, until need was pulsating up and down his cock. Those noises couldn’t have been coming from Lex.
No.
No fucking way.
Moaning and desperate, his legs quivering with the effort it took to keep them stable.
“Morgan,” he panted, and jesus —he sounded broken. Rattled. His throat sore and dry when he couldn’t shut his mouth.
Just as quickly as it started—the tension in his spine too much to bear, balls drawing closer to his body—Morgan’s finger was gone.
Morgan yanked him up off the ground, the snow freezing to his lashes when he opened his eyes.
His arms looped around Morgan’s shoulders—he had to hold on to something or god, he was going to fall and die . He was so damn close to coming apart, and that scared him even more than dying. More than bleeding out or freezing while his life spun out of control.
“I can’t wait anymore,” Morgan said, his voice trembling but his hands steady and firm as they held Lex up. “Listening to you… it’s going to ruin me before I’ve ruined you. ”
Morgan’s mouth pressed against his own, and Lex shuddered. He didn’t question Morgan pulling him down onto his lap. Didn’t think about his shoes and pants coming off so roughly his calves itched.
Those lips demanded more, tongue tracing Lex’s bottom lip until it was wet and swollen. Metal and hard flesh pressed against his ass, and Lex gasped into the kiss, hips moving on their own.
“You trust me, don’t you?” Morgan whispered as he broke away. One hand cupped Lex’s cheek, thumb stroking over his jawline. “You wouldn’t let anyone else see you like this.”
Lex did . He couldn’t explain it. The words were a promise, a prayer that Morgan would take care of him—take care of this overwhelming lust consuming both of them.
He nodded. Despite the shivers. Despite the goosebumps settling into his body. Despite the absolute complete knowledge that this was going to fucking hurt .
“Good boy. My sweet. My Lex. My darling little brother.”
Each word was a hammer chipping away at the rest of his resolve when Morgan’s hand sank between their bodies.
Lex could barely remember to breathe. He couldn’t say anything, couldn’t think anything else. He was simply floating, wrapped up in the cocoon of Morgan’s words, watching those dark eyes flutter almost shut before they focused on him again. The cold steel of the piercing slid against him, and Lex shivered.
“Now, you’re going to take me,” Morgan murmured. “Slowly. And when you can’t anymore, I’ll make all of this worth it.”
Lex couldn’t even nod this time. His head lolled forward, and he felt the crown of Morgan’s cock against his hole before the first inch slid inside. Heat flashed through him, burning and bright and almost unbearable.
Every muscle in his body tensed as one of the piercings slipped in. Morgan’s hand was on his hip, squeezing gently.
“That’s it. Breathe, baby. I know it hurts, but you’re handling it so well.”
He stuttered out a moan, breath hitching in his throat as he tried to focus on anything but the pain. The cold ground beneath him. The snowflakes melting down his arm, more red than pink. He bit down on his tongue until he tasted blood.
Morgan’s hips rocked upwards, and Lex felt him deep inside. He couldn't function . All there was—all there ever was—was Morgan and the heat spreading through him like wildfire.
“ Lex ,” Morgan breathed against his jaw, teeth brushing over his too-sensitive skin. “You feel so good.”
Another inch, and another. Morgan’s hands dragged up his back, fingers digging into his flesh as he started to move. Lex couldn’t help the whine that slipped past his lips, the tears that rolled down his cheeks. But Morgan didn’t stop. Didn’t even seem to notice. He just kept fucking him, settling into a rhythm that left Lex shaking.
Lex was lost to it all—the pain, the pleasure, the cold nipping at his bones. The feeling of Morgan’s lips on his neck, teeth scraping gently as he moaned low and deep.
“I could keep you like this forever… delicious, breathless, and completely mine.”
He couldn’t do forever. Couldn’t take forever like this when his entire body felt like it was going to break. Spiraling down deeper into that need born in this haze. He tried to meet Morgan halfway, but his body refused to do anything but cling on even tighter.
“That’s right,” Morgan whispered, rough with desire. “Show me the high you’re ashamed to want, little brother.”
Did that make a hell of a lot of sense to his fucked up brain?
Hell no.
He didn’t understand anything anymore.
All he knew was Morgan’s voice, sweet and low, curling around him like a blanket. But when Morgan stopped moving to unclench Lex’s frozen fingers, dragging them between their bodies?
Lex understood that. His brain kicked on enough to know what Morgan was asking for. His hand wrapped around his dick, so slick with precum he barely had to touch himself for it to feel like heaven. Morgan pulled him closer, angling his cock to hit that same spot again. The one that had him seeing stars. The one that had him writhing in pleasure.
It was like nothing else he’d ever experienced.
He moaned into Morgan’s shoulders, pumping his length to the same even, perfect thrusts of Morgan’s dick, and Morgan growled.
“You’re getting so tight again, Lex. You’re close, aren’t you? I want to feel you come while I’m still inside you.”
Something snapped in Lex—he felt it. Something deep and even more twisted than these woods. He gave in, arching his back as he pushed down farther onto Morgan’s cock until he could almost taste it . He wanted more. Needed more.
His fingers tightened on his own dick, pumping harder, faster, closer to the edge.
“ Fuck ,” he panted, unable to stop himself. “Morgan… please… ”
And when Morgan’s hips bucked up and his cock hit that excruciating, amazing spot again? Lex fell apart. Heat rushed through him, and white dots exploded behind his eyes as he cried out, the world spinning away from him as he came against his own hand. Sticky and hot, the sound of his pathetic, sad little noises filling his ears.
Morgan followed him over the edge, whispering words that stopped having any meaning, his dick pulsing deep inside of him. He shuddered, jerking as he came, and Lex could feel it. Fuck, he could feel everything .
Morgan stopped moving, breathing hard, and Lex slumped against him. He couldn’t get himself to stop shaking, the cold freezing the inside of his nose and slipping down his throat.
He didn’t want to think about the body that would be there when he turned his head.
Not yet.
Not when Morgan’s arms were still around him, not when the world spun a little too much for his liking. Not when the only thing that mattered was the sweaty, solid feeling of Morgan’s leather jacket stuck to his chest.
“Maybe a fire wasn’t such a bad idea after all, little brother.”