Chapter 18 #2
“That’s all there is to see,” Nox said simply and flailed a hand dismissively. “You were the big clue here and the purpose of the oracle’s vision. You’re not in danger anymore so there won’t be anything here.”
“Then, why did you bring me?” Tighe asked, somewhat confused that Nox would waste his time.
“I told you, it would be fun and I know you’re homesick. It’s only a memory now, but this is the closest I can get you to actual nature.”
“Thank you!” Tighe pulled Nox into a tight hug, lifting him off his feet and making him laugh.
“It’s not a big deal!”
“It is to me,” Tighe said as he set Nox down, nodding at the mirage around them. “This might just be in our heads but it smells and looks so real, I feel like myself and I can think again.”
“Awesome. Take all the time you need.” Nox gestured for Tighe to explore the stream while he found a dry spot closer to the tree line. He sat with his elbows resting on his knees and turned his face up to the night sky, seemingly at peace as well.
Tighe slipped off his shoes and socks and went back to the stream.
He waded in up to his shins, delighting at the cold water as it swirled around his feet and the feel of the stones and silt between his toes.
Unlike Nox and Silas, Tighe only had fond memories of wildly passionate dreams and the day Silas found him.
For Tighe, it was like returning to a sacred place of love and celebration.
He lowered to his knees so he could pour the water onto his face and spill it into his hair, bathing in those happy memories and cherishing the freedom of the wilderness and the wildness of the night. Tighe was restored and rebalanced when he returned to the bank and rejoined Nox.
“I feel much better.”
“I can tell,” Nox said as he gestured at the ground in front of him. “Have a seat. Shelby should be getting back soon.”
Little had changed in the bathroom, when Tighe opened his eyes. He heard the soft patter of raindrops overhead and turned when they heard the front door open and voices in the foyer downstairs.
“They’re back!” Tighe said as he popped to his feet and ran from Nox’s chambers. He crashed into Silas at the top of the stairs, giddy as he was tackled and spun. “You’re back!”
“I’m back,” Silas said but staggered sideways, laughing. “But barely. They whooped my ass.”
“They did?” Tighe started to object but remembered that that was just an expression outsiders used. “They are hellhounds,” he noted and Silas chuckled as Tighe pushed him towards their room.
“I don’t think they got much out of the run, neither of them broke a sweat,” Silas said with a dramatic scowl. “Meanwhile, I was running for my life and I’m drenched.”
He was drenched. The front and back of his faded green T-shirt were saturated and his joggers were plastered to his ass and thighs. Beads of sweat clung to his brow and dripped from his hair as he panted, driving Tighe wild.
“I like it,” he said as he closed the door behind them and backed Silas into the bed.
“I need a shower and about an hour to recover,” Silas warned but Tighe shook his head.
“The shower can wait.” He pressed his face into Silas’s chest, groaning rapturously at the smell of his sweat and the early autumn breeze.
Tighe sucked on the fabric, thrilling at the taste and desperate for more.
He leaned back and shoved the shirt up and peeled it off, letting it fall so he could attack the cord at Silas’s waist. The joggers were pushed down and Tighe licked all over Silas’s chest and stomach, sucking the drops from the hairs and lapping at his skin.
He was ravenous as he dove into Silas’s pits, sniffing and nuzzling where his scent was the strongest.
“Christ!” Silas held onto the dresser and Tighe’s head after he dropped to his knees and gorged himself.
His mouth watered at the taste of Silas’s sac and cock, soaked with his sweet, clean essence. He sucked on every part of Silas’s balls, twisting and bending so he could reach the underside and into the cleft of his ass. He swallowed as much of Silas’s length as he could, gagging euphorically.
“My God, you’re an animal,” Silas ground out, the strain in his voice made Tighe hungrier. Wilder.
“I feel like one! Nox took me to the stream and I got to see the forest while you were gone. It was so beautiful and I feel like myself again.”
“Brilliant. I’ll thank Nox later.” Silas tried to lift Tighe to his feet but he was ready now.
“Here,” Tighe said, yanking Silas’s wrist and pulling him down onto the rug. He shimmied out of his jeans and pushed Silas onto his back, then straddled him. Silas’s cock was coated with saliva and pre-cum but there was still some resistance as Tighe’s passage was stretched.
“The lube!” Silas scolded but Tighe shook his head.
“I like it when it hurts, sometimes. And it won’t last long,” he said, biting back a moan as he took all of Silas, rocking and grinding so it burned just a little bit more.
“Tighe!” Silas rolled them, capturing Tighe’s lips and grabbing hold of his hip. “You can’t fly if you break a wing.”
He kissed Tighe and kept his strokes shallow until they were both slick and breathless, then Silas let go.
Tighe was flipped onto his stomach and Silas filled him with deep, driving thrusts.
His breath thundered in Tighe’s ear, a ragged, husky growl that had his nerves flickering as goosebumps spread down his back.
“Is this ass mine?”
“Yes!” Tighe cried out, reveling in a different kind of frenzy.
“So I can pump this ass full of cum and fetch it later?” Silas panted, bucking his hips and making Tighe yelp with pleasure.
“Please! Give it to me!” Tighe whimpered, his eyes crossing as pressure and heat throbbed in his core.
Silas was so deep and they were so close, Tighe was back in the forest when he shut his eyes and let the wildness take him. He came, screaming into the rug as Silas chanted his name and words of forever and love. Tighe was crying when Silas muffled a roar and fell forward, locking them together.
There was a plume of slick, wet heat in Tighe’s ass and he smiled, already anticipating the feel of it leaking and smearing the insides of his ass cheeks and dribbling onto his sac and thighs.
Later, Silas would rip off Tighe’s briefs and lick him clean.
Then, he would finger Tighe, playing in the warm slipperiness before taking him again and making an even bigger mess.
“It has to be fate, Tighe.” Silas kissed the words against his temple. “You were made for me, I swear, and I will never get enough of you.”
“It was fate.” Tighe nodded, a loopy smile on his face as his cheek dragged on the rug. They were meant to be together and Tighe was done wandering and being alone. “This ass is yours and we’re complete now.”