Chapter 14 #2
“No, that’s not happening,” Silas stated with a hard shake of his head, stalking to the bed. He stepped out of his jeans and boxers, then lowered and crawled to Tighe’s lips. “That’s not why we found you. I wouldn’t have taken you from the woods if I wasn’t convinced that you were in danger.”
“I believe you.” Tighe fell back, pulling Silas on top of him. “I believe Nox too but I think he could change his mind later, like Smoak says. It makes sense.”
“Maybe but it doesn’t have to be our business,” Silas said simply. “We already have a plan, remember?”
Tighe nodded and twisted his lips, pondering the various plans already set in motion—by forces under Nox’s roof and far afield—and how they could become entangled and upended. Be it by the machinations of a demon or a warlock or the whims of a god, Tighe wanted something else: he wanted Silas.
“Is it hard to be this close to Niall? Do you wish you were with him now, instead of Smoak?” Tighe asked cautiously.
“I would understand if you still loved him. You haven’t had very much time to—” he started but Silas stopped him with a kiss, pinning Tighe to the bed by his lips and with a hand around his neck.
His chest heaved and his nostrils flared when he released Tighe’s lips. “I haven’t cared about Niall like that or wanted anyone but you since I touched your skull in that vision. I loved you then and my soul was yours the moment our eyes met at the stream.”
“Mine?” Warmth and joy flooded Tighe’s chest and his eyes watered. He had spent years wandering alone and missing his brother, Tighe never imagined he’d feel that kind of love a. Or that someone like Silas would be his.
“Yours,” Silas stated, sealing the vow with another kiss. “It’s too fast and it doesn’t make sense, but I’ve never loved or needed anyone the way I need you.”
“This doesn’t feel fast to me,” Tighe said as he traced Silas’s brow and along his jaw. “I think I’ve always loved you and I’ve waited years to find you.”
“Damn it, Tighe!” Silas groaned as he kissed Tighe. He was hard as he rolled onto his back, pulling Tighe on top. There was a different kind of ache in his voice and touch and Tighe wanted to soothe it.
“What do you need? Tell me.”
Silas’s hand hesitated as it glided down Tighe’s back and he bit down on his lip. “Would you— Do you…like to…be on top?” he mumbled, avoiding Tighe’s eyes.
“I am on top,” he noted but understood what Silas meant when his neck and face turned red. “Oh! Yes!” he nodded quickly. “I was not on top very often with my brothers but I like that too!”
“You do?” Silas seemed relieved and relaxed, reaching for the drawer on the bedside table. “I’ve never tried it with anyone before, other than myself. Most of the guys I dated were bottoms and I never got comfortable enough with any of them to try or admit I wanted to.”
“I should be gentle, then,” Tighe said seriously and was intent as he studied the bottle of lube and its strange cap. “And I should use a lot of this.”
“Not too much, a little goes a long way,” Silas advised, once again fighting back a smile. He pressed on the lid and there was a soft click as it opened and Tighe could see a hole to pour it from. “You don’t have to be too gentle. I get a little rough with myself when I’m in a…frisky mood.”
“Are you in a frisky mood now?” Tighe asked as he scrambled to his knees, positioning himself between Silas’s thighs.
“A very frisky mood,” he said hoarsely, getting his elbows beneath him so he could watch as Tighe poured a small amount onto the palm of his hand.
Tighe grinned, feeling “frisky” as well. He loved being taken and used, especially the way Silas did it. But Tighe had enjoyed being the one on top the few times he had tried.
“Good.” Tighe coated his fingers, incredibly aroused and fascinated as they swirled around Silas’s hole, getting him slick and causing the puckered flesh to flinch and quiver.
There had been no tender exploration with his pack mates so Tighe was even more grateful to Silas for showing him a different way to find release.
Pleasure had always come later and was fleeting, lasting just until Tighe’s partner was finished and withdrew.
Sometimes, there were two and the pleasure was prolonged, but more often than not, Tighe would have to finish alone.
But Silas never rushed and he wanted Tighe’s pleasure as much as his own. He took his time and used his lips and fingers to make Tighe frantic before filling him. Then, Silas would be relentless, driving them both to feral ecstasy before claiming every last drop of Tighe’s essence.
That was what Tighe wanted to do so he slowly pressed past the hot, tight ring of Silas’s ass, giving him just a little at a time, twisting and carefully stretching his fingers.
He listened to the hitches in Silas’s breathing and his stifled moans, using them as a guide until Tighe was sure he was ready.
With shaking hands, Tighe rubbed the lube onto his cock and scooted forward on his knees. He guided the head to Silas’s hole and they both held their breath as he slid forward. Instead of jumping and gasping in discomfort, Silas gasped Tighe’s name in delight and urged him on.
“You’re so tight!” Tighe had to bite his lip to keep from moaning too loud as his shaft was gripped in heavenly heat.
Every slide drew him closer and closer to the glorious frenzy Tighe only found with Silas.
He could feel his body growing hotter and his nerves flickering as he fell deeper and deeper into Silas.
“Fuck, that’s so good, Tighe!” Silas whimpered through clenched teeth, then pulled one of the pillows over his face. “Oh, fuck yes!” he cried into it, grabbing Tighe’s thigh with his other hand. “More! Don’t stop!”
The muffled pleas were like dry tinder and Tighe’s control went up in flames. He fell forward, bracing his hands outside Silas’s shoulder and dug in with his knees. His hips pumped faster and faster, creating sharp clapping sounds as they slapped against Silas’s ass.
“Tighe!” Silas jumped, his back arching, and Tighe watched in wonder as cum spilled from his cock, flicking onto his stomach and the bedding.
“I did that!” Tighe laughed as he quickly scooped the puddles off of Silas’s skin and greedily stuck his fingers in his mouth.
It only took a few more strokes before he shattered.
He came deep in Silas’s ass, the taste of his cum coating Tighe’s tongue, and it was bliss.
For Tighe, it was the warmth of a hundred suns on his face and the magical relief of jumping into a cool lake on a sizzling hot day.
“Oh, Silas! I love you so much!” he said, falling forward and into Silas’s arms.
They wrapped around him and Silas captured Tighe’s lips for a grateful, sated kiss. “I love you too.”
Neither felt the need to speak after that, content to bask in the peaceful glow as their breathing settled.
Tighe didn’t care about where he fell asleep anymore, whether it was in a bed or on the floor.
It didn’t matter as long as he could rest his cheek on Silas’s chest and listen to the strong, steady beat of his heart as they drifted off and found each other in their dreams.