30. Epilogue
Epilogue
Three Months Later
The drive back from the woods was always quiet. It was a time to relax. Unwind. To give both of them a reprieve from the over-stimulation. The only sound came from the occasional rustle of Lex’s jacket as he shifted in the passenger seat .
Morgan stole a glance at him. Pale hair disheveled, matted with sweat, a damp sheen glistening black and purple under the light of his phone. His chest rose and fell too fast like his body hadn’t caught up to the now. To the after .
It didn’t matter how many “outings” Morgan took Lex on, his little brother still managed to look like this—utterly captivated, teetering on the edge of feral. The manic energy always swirling around him quieted down to something raw, something that sank its teeth into Morgan’s chest and twisted.
Every time, it left Morgan more and more satisfied.
This Lex—unguarded, excited by violence—was a confirmation of the darkness they shared.
It didn’t matter who else they took out here. Not to Lex, obviously. Those souls were simply another way to feed his addiction, his fascination with the grotesque and morbidity of life.
As for Morgan? They were still special, but they didn’t hold the same place as they once had. The broken bodies were interchangeable, expendable.
Lex wasn’t.
The flickering light of the phone screen in Lex’s lap, replaying the video from less than an hour ago, was beginning to grate on his nerves though.
“Stop watching,” Morgan said, reaching over to press pause. “You were living it.”
“Yeah,” Lex murmured. He drew out the word until it sounded more like a hiss, a soft, breathy thing that stirred the inside of Morgan. “Yeah. I know. You know what I’m thinking about?”
“Hm? ”
“How good it feels to get what you want.”
“Really.”
“Tonight’s been fucking magical,” Lex whispered, his face turned toward Morgan, but those blue eyes were glazed. Vacant. Fixed on nothing and everything all at once. “Watching you is always just… perfect.”
“That’s all you’ve ever wanted, isn’t it? Even back then.”
Lex nodded, mouth curled in the smug smile of a cat that had finally caught his canary.
Morgan felt his own lips twitch and he wiped his free hand over it, returning his attention to the empty road ahead of them. “I’m spoiling you.”
“Maybe. I could do this every day and never get bored.”
“We’ll run out of people if we do that.”
“Who cares? Spoil me more.”
The laugh caught Morgan off guard, spilling out of his chest before he could stop it. It wasn’t controlled, wasn’t planned, but it felt… good. Lex’s laugh followed, weaving through Morgan’s until he couldn’t tell the two apart. For once, it didn’t sound mocking or teasing. Just pure, unfiltered delight.
Soothing calm blanketed the car again as they quieted down. Serene. It was the kind Morgan had once craved, the kind he chased endlessly for years and years. Even with the blood drying under his nails, sticky and annoying, and the thin hum of adrenaline in his veins, he felt steady. Centered.
But Lex’s stare was biting, washing over Morgan’s skin like fire.
And then came the distinct click of the seatbelt unfastening.
“Pull over. ”
Morgan licked his lips, keeping his eyes on the highway. “Why?”
“ Pull. Over. ” Lex repeated, and the demand in his voice was utterly intoxicating. It coaxed Morgan’s hand to the emergency lights, his foot to the brake. He eased the car over to the shoulder, the faint ticking of the blinkers too loud.
Before Morgan had even put it into park, Lex was fumbling at his own zipper.
On any given day, Morgan would never call Lex sexual—lust was Morgan’s sin to bear alone. But after the woods? After watching those videos?
He was insatiable.
Normally Lex waited until they were home , however.
Unzipping his pants slowly—as if he was teasing Morgan with each sliver of skin he exposed—Lex slid the button free. He pulled the waistband of his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, hard and throbbing, and Morgan wanted to lap up the bead of precum.
That tanned body writhed, and Morgan clenched his fist on his knee to keep himself in the driver’s seat.
“Let me fuck your throat.” Lex’s voice was breathless, rough. Hungry. So, so delicious.
Morgan exhaled, bunching the denim until he could feel it imprinted in his palm. “Backseat. Now.”
He wanted to touch Lex— needed to touch Lex. As soon as possible.
But making his little brother wait a little longer? Watching him squirm as he wiggled between the seats and into the back? Seeing the desperation on his face as he spread his legs a little farther apart ?
That was for Morgan’s own pleasure.
“Morgan, please,” Lex whispered, the soft moan almost too much as he stroked his cock. There wasn’t a phrase Morgan liked hearing more.
Taking his time climbing over the center console, Morgan let his gaze drift over Lex’s thighs, listening to hitch of breath. Leaning down, he blew gently across that swollen, purple head.
“I said spoil me, not torture me.” Lex’s hips lifted to him, and he tasted better than Morgan remembered. Salty. Sweet. Bitter.
”And I need you to be patient. Seeing you like this... so desperate, so needy...” Morgan murmured, sliding the edge of his finger down the length of Lex’s thick shaft. “You’re perfect.” He kept his eyes on Lex’s face the entire time, reveling in the way his mouth sagged open. The way his breathing grew even more shallow. More rapid. Lex was so responsive to his fingers, his lips, his cock.
The little shudder Lex gave him when he ran his tongue along the tip was enough to set his own dick throbbing, straining against the zipper of his jeans.
Lex’s hands tangled in Morgan’s hair, gripping tighter. Urging him further. With a pleased moan, Morgan swallowed him whole. He relaxed his throat, breathing through the subtle kick of his gag reflex. The crack of his jaw was too loud inside of his head. His tongue slid against the sensitive vein, and he knew he’d hit the right spot when Lex’s eager panting devolved into those deep-seated groans.
Morgan moved his free hand down to his pants, squeezing the length of his own dick to relieve some of that aching pressure. The other hand? That was busy. Tugging off Lex’s muddy sneakers, one at a time. Pulling on the edges of Lex’s jeans until they slipped down his legs.
“Fuck, Morgan,” Lex breathed, his fingers tightening in Morgan’s hair until nails brushed his scalp. “You’re... you’re gonna make me come in a second.”
Morgan couldn’t help the satisfied hum. His eyes watered as Lex swelled inside his mouth and all it took was one a little more pressure—a little more of that vibration his little brother craved—and Lex exploded. Cum flooded Morgan’s mouth, salty-sweet and so good. So perfect.
There was a reflex to swallow, to let it settle into his stomach and absorb into his being. But he had plans. And without lube? He had to make do.
Morgan pulled Lex’s pants off the rest of the way as he sat up, and that’s when the shifting began. Lex didn’t ask what he was doing, didn’t complain at all as he pulled off his own boxers and hooked one leg over the front seat.
Morgan let the cum dribble from his mouth to his hand and… it would have to do. Sticky. Wet. Not ideal , but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
“Hate to admit that’s hot,” Lex muttered, and Morgan had to bite back a laugh.
Sliding his finger down the length of Lex’s softening cock, down to his balls, he pressed against the tight ring of muscle. Gently at first, massaging in slow circles.
At least he was able to swallow.
Small mercies .
The cum was a better lubricant than he’d expected, and the tip of his index finger slid past the entrance, smiling at the low grunt that escaped Lex.
“Such a good boy,” he purred. “Every part of you is desperate for my cock, isn’t it?”
“Kinda.” Lex’s chuckle was too low, too throaty. “This feels so dirty in the car. God, if someone sees us?” There was a whimper, Lex’s knees threatening to close when Morgan sank his finger into the knuckle.
“Keep relaxing. You’re doing so well. Focus on me. What were you saying?”
“I… I kinda want someone to see us. Don’t you?”
Lex’s transition into their new normal was one of the things Morgan enjoyed the most about it. The way he responded to his words, feeding into them instead of shying away like the first time.
“I wouldn’t mind at all.” Morgan pushed a second finger inside, stretching him carefully despite the pace.
The pain that crossed Lex’s face disappeared within an instant when Morgan turned his wrist, feeling around for that little spot that Lex loved so, so much. Lex’s breath stuttered and a full-body shiver ran through him, his hand shaking where it held onto Morgan’s shoulder.
Lex’s whimpers of pain morphed into moans as he rocked his hips toward Morgan’s hand. Pushing down deeper. Harder.
Holding back was becoming an impossible challenge.
Morgan laid kiss after kiss against that tan neck before he sank his teeth into the soft spot under Lex’s jaw. “Tell me how badly you want me,” he murmured against the flushed skin. “How much you love when I’m inside you.”
“God, Morgan.” Lex swallowed thickly, nails digging until Morgan felt them even through his jacket and shirt—that firm, tantalizing pressure.
“Use your voice, my sweet. Tell me.”
“I want your dick in me. I—I want you so bad.” His hips jerked up as Morgan removed his fingers, his entire body arching closer. “I... I love it when you fuck me. Please, Morgan, just—just fuck me already.”
“That’s my good boy.”
Morgan couldn’t undo the belt and zipper fast enough, but finally, his aching cock was free, no longer trapped under layers of boxers and jeans. It throbbed when he wrapped his hand around it, smoothing the precum all the way down. Raising his eyes, he found Lex watching him, those glassy eyes focused on what he was doing.
“On your knees. Hands on the window.”
Lex scrambled to comply, and the goosebumps that dotted the back of his thighs as he spread his knees? Just for Morgan? He was so beautiful like this. So exposed. Vulnerable. Especially when he looked over his shoulder, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
Morgan palmed his ass, squeezing hard enough to elicit another one of those mesmerizing whines of pain.
Pressing his cock against that tight hole, he could’ve listened to those sounds all day. But those quiet, repeated “Please” were threatening to undo him entirely. The string-like tension was coiling by the second .
“I love how eager you are,” he whispered as Lex pushed back against him, and he watched his dick disappear slowly, inch by inch. So tight.
Lex gasped, hands pressed into the window so tightly his arms shook. The tremors traveled down his body, and Morgan could feel the vibrations coursing through them both as he bottomed out.
“You feel like heaven, little brother. I want to hear all of your pretty little sounds for me. Don’t hold back anything.”
“When… when it stops hurting, yeah, maybe .”
Ah, the submissive streak never lasted for too long. That was fine, though. He had all of the time in the world to try and break Lex.
Slowly, Morgan pulled almost out, fucking him in shallow thrusts. Inch by painstaking inch he filled him up again. And again. And again. Until Lex was meeting him halfway, ass clenched around him so tight he knew he wouldn't last long.
“That’s perfect, my sweet. My good boy.” His hand wrapped around Lex’s half-hard cock, stroking him in time with his movements, and that choked moan never sounded so delicious.
That was all the encouragement Morgan needed. He pounded into him with renewed vigor, Lex’s string of half-curses, half-whimpers circling inside his head.
Music to his ears.
“You like when I fuck you senseless, don’t you? You love it when I mark you.”
Lex nodded. And that feeling? The muscles in Lex’s thighs tensing? The groans turning almost guttural, fingers sliding down the window? It sent a rush of satisfaction through him, the knowledge that he could reduce Lex to a quivering mess. He angled his hips to hit that spot, fucking Lex open. Claiming him as his over and over again.
Lex’s dick pulsed inside his fist, slippery with precum and sweat. “Morgan, fuck , Morgan, I—”
“It’s okay, baby,” Morgan purred in his ear. “I want your cum all over my car.”
One more thrust and his little brother was shuddering and trembling, coming apart a second time. Spilling every last drop of cum in his body all over Morgan’s fingers and leather seats. His hole spasmed around Morgan’s cock, and it was all over for him too.
Morgan bit down on Lex’s shoulder, muffling his own groan as he came inside him.
The aftermath—there was no afterglow— always came crashing down on him like a ton of bricks, heavy and unrelenting. The spinning in his head left him dizzy, everything too bright. Too intense. Too sharp. Pressing his face into Lex’s back, burying into the jacket, he leaned against him. Grounding himself. Waiting for the rest of him to catch up.
Lex’s breathing was the first to even out, softening into a steady rhythm. “I,” he inhaled, the sound breaking on a shudder that had Morgan pressing their bodies even closer. “I have definitely found a new kink.”
If Morgan weren’t preoccupied with the simple mechanics of blinking—close the lids, open the lids—he would have laughed.
“Really.”
“Kinda… kinda love the public display shit. ”
“Careful,” Morgan muttered, his tone dry as he rubbed his sweaty forehead over the jacket. “Someone might believe you’re happy here, Lex.”
“God, am I ever. Aren’t you?”
“When we’re together.”
The response was automatic, slipping out without thought.
It wasn’t until Lex glanced over his shoulder that Morgan saw it—that look . His little brother’s face nearly glowed. Those blue eyes were too bright, smug glee dripping off of him. Thicker than the scent of gasoline fumes and sex lingering in the air.
Lex looked like he had won the world. Like he had won their entire twisted, dark little game.
And, in a way? Morgan knew he had. But there were always more games to play .