70. Gideon
Chapter 70
Gideon
T he last fifty feet to the house might as well have been a mile.
I walked in and found Bellamy on Fletcher’s lap, his head thrown back like he was on the cusp of an orgasm and jealousy burned hot and thick in my veins.
“That’s enough,” I said from the door.
Bellamy jumped ten feet into the air, and Fletcher was up before Bellamy even hit the ground.
“Luca is outside with Daren,” I said to Bellamy, not taking my eyes off of Fletcher. “I’m sure he’ll be excited to see you.”
He took that as I meant it, not as an insult or a dismissal, but an invitation to explore the other side of whatever unconventional relationship the five of us had found ourselves in. I understood I was the odd man out, my focus very nearly singular, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t share, that I didn’t want them to enjoy…it simply meant that when I wanted Fletcher, I wanted him. I wasn’t going to magically become a different version of myself just because my father was out of the picture. I’d always be his son, no matter how much I hated that.
Bellamy made a soft sound in the back of his throat and headed for the porch, grazing his fingers against the top of my hand on the way. Fletcher arched a brow at the touch, and I ignored his pause.
“Are you all right?” I asked, sizing up the black eye Luca had given him. It must have hurt, and I imagined there was slightly more intent behind it than cover when Luca delivered it.
“My father is dead,” he said.
“So is mine.”
“I didn’t intend…” Fletcher trailed off, licking his lower lip.
“I did.”
He nodded. “Is it enough?”
“I think so.” I held out my hand and he came toward me, around the couch and right into my arms like he’d always been there. “If it’s not, I’ll make it enough.”
Fletcher sagged against me with a weak laugh.
“So many years lost, Gideon,” he whispered into my neck.
“So many years left,” I reminded him, fisting the hair at the back of his head and pulling him away so I could see his face, so I could see his mouth. “So many years, Sin.”
He almost whimpered, slanting our mouths together without another word between us. Fletcher kissed me like it was the first and last time, pouring years of apology and love into my mouth and I gladly swallowed it all down and took more. I would take everything from him and I would consider it repayment for the pain I’d suffered while living without him.
He bit my lower lip until it bled. “I fucking need you.”
The pain lanced through my mouth, and I swiped the blood away, painting it down his cheek with steady fingers.
“You have me,” I promised.
We made it to his bedroom and onto his bed. We managed to get out of our clothes and then I was on my back, Fletcher on top of me with his head thrown back like the most beautiful angel I’d ever seen. He fucked himself on his hand and made me watch, then he lowered himself down slowly onto my dick. Inch by agonizing inch, he took me into his body. With a trembling hand, Fletcher cradled his cock and balls in his palm, lifting up so I could see the place I entered him.
It was too much and somehow also not enough.
With a growl, I raised off the bed and threw Fletcher onto his back. Propping one of his legs against my shoulder, I sank deeper into him, relishing the way he winced at the depth of my reach.
“You have me,” I told him again, setting a punishing pace that had my own muscles burning for how hard I fucked him. Thrust after thrust, Fletcher’s moans and grunts drove me deeper and harder until I spilled so much cum inside of him, it leaked down his balls and the backs of his thighs.
But I wasn’t finished with him yet.
I was so far from finished.
“Come on, Sin,” I coaxed, moving us to get comfortable. My cock slipped out of him with a wet pop and I pressed the bottle of lube into his hand.
“You want…” he looked from my spread legs to the liquid in his hand.
I nodded.
“Oh, fuck.”
He moved quick after that, like I was going to change my mind, but I would never. He didn’t need to know that, though. Something about the urgency and the importance had my spent cock quickly thickening back to life.
“I love you,” he whispered against my mouth, settling between my legs with slippery fingers sliding up the crack of my ass. “Have you…”
“No.” I shook my head. “Never.”
“Look at me, Gid,” he rasped, and we were teenagers again in the darkness of my dorm room, playing with feelings we had no business toying with. This time one finger entered me, then another, but even as I arched away and choked on my own breath, Fletcher was there, his stare and his love solely focused on me. “Just like that. You’re…just like that.”
He replaced his fingers with his dick, and my vision went black. Stars around the edges, impossible to breathe, but his mouth was on mine and the world was whole again.
“I’m not going to last,” he murmured against my mouth, hips skittering against me as he fucked into me, a little deeper every time.
“We did it, Gideon,” he said, kissing his way up my jaw to my ear. His mouth and breath burned against my ear, and when he came inside of me, cock impossibly thick and pulsing, I cried out.
“We did it,” I whispered back to him, petting my fingers down the bumps of his ribs, tracing the bone and muscle as it curved down to his hips and his ass. “We did it, Sin.”
He huffed a quiet laugh, forehead pressed beside my head.
“ Sub rosa ,” he murmured, a long forgotten promise that existed between us. “ Sub rosa. Sub rosa .”
“Not anymore,” I said, wrapping my arms around Fletcher’s back as a shudder ripped through him, violent enough to shake his softening cock right out of me.
Another burn, a desperate gape and need for him to always be with me.
“We don’t have to hide anymore, Fletcher,” I promised. “I refuse. The curse of our names, the fucking thorns and the roses… it ends here. It ends now.”