Chapter 9
9
C amren stood lingering by the dance floor. He watched Galya having fun with her friends, his insides all over the place. He’d come here tonight to have a good time with her.
Liar.
He looked aside to where Jaro stood talking with one of his classmates, his coat wrapped around his arm, ready to leave. He blew out a breath. He was sick and tired of his own denial. Cam was right. After two years of combining remote classes with a job in the production plant of their family’s business, something inside Davian had just cracked. He’d missed Camren. Had wanted him back in his life. And yes, he had fucked up everything because he trusted Camren to be true to his promise and come and save him.
But Davian was scared.
Poverty wasn’t a choice. It was a destiny. For as long as he could remember, the Ryka family had owned his past, his present, and his future.
What if he’d disappoint Camren? What if his dark devil got tired of him and threw him away? Replaced him with some handsome guy?
“Darling, you look troubled.”
Davian jolted. He hadn’t heard Galya approach. The arm she slung around his shoulder made him wince, but he tried to shrug it off, trying to swallow the forming bile. He was so fucking confused. “Are we still together?” He blurted.
She threw back her head and giggled. “And find myself getting buried six feet under? Absolutely not. Sorry babe, but your man is trouble. Look at him staring me down with those gorgeous eyes. If looks could kill…” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “He’s yours for the taking though. So just go for it.”
She was gone before he could protest.
Davian squared his shoulders and took in a deep breath, nerves suddenly fluttering through his stomach. This was fucking insane. Tonight, Camren had already sucked his dick, had fucked him against the bar. And yet… it was hard to let go. To accept being dependent. To risk being thrown away. Then again, there was no other choice. His heart had begged Camren’s return and now he was here, Davian was incapable of running any longer.
Turning over his shoulder, he caught Camren staring at him over the rim of his glass, while some guy was talking to him. A pang of jealousy made Davian’s chest tighten and he had to take in another deep breath. Then he made his way to the bar.
Camren’s dark, almond-shaped eyes glared as he watched Davian come closer. When he nearly reached them, he held up a hand, making the other guy stop in his tracks and look over to Davian. He was gone before Davian could set another foot down.
“Hi.” Davian cleared his throat as a sudden feeling of discomfort blanketed him. He chuckled it away. “I, uhm?—”
Camren didn’t say anything, just kept on staring him down, a light frown between his perfectly arched, black eyebrows.
“So I was afraid,” another nervous chuckle, “as I told you. You were my best friend. I looked up to you. You were fearless, awesome—” Davian looked away, skin burning from embarrassment. “I grew up wanting to be like you. And the more I liked you, the more I started to worry about what my life would be without you. Like, uhm, I’d be insignificant again, while you—” Davian pointed at Camren’s black heart, “would go off and continue being so cool. When you kissed me, I, I—” His heart had burst out of his rib cage. His cock had hardened so fast Davian hadn’t known how to hide it. “I got scared. But that look on your face…that haunted me for the rest of that night. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to reject you. But once it was done, I knew that things would never be the same again, and so I thought it best to disappear. For my h-heart.” Davian pressed his hand against his chest. It clenched under the gray material of his shirt.
Camren still didn’t say anything, the blinking of his eyes the only proof he was still there, listening.
“But I missed you,” Davian admitted. “When my parents proposed doing classes online so I could help out the business, I thought it was for the best. You’d be out there doing your thing with the guys and I wasn’t ready to see you with someone else. So, yeah.” He took a deep breath through his nose, expanding his chest in an attempt to shake off the hurting.
“And?” Camren finally asked.
“And what?”
“Was it worth it?” He took another drink and pointed his chin to Davian. “Hiding away?”
Davian shook his head.
“Knowing how easy you have me wrapped around your finger once more? Was it worth all the heartbreak? You, of all people, should know that fear doesn’t keep me away.” A lazy grin cracked through, making those lush lips curve up. Davian could only stare at them. He had to shake himself out of it. He had to— Camren reached out and cupped his chin. “Don’t.”
Davian’s eyes flicked up. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t overthink everything. Don’t hide yourself. What’s the real problem here, baby? You don’t like me?”
“I do.”
“Don’t want to be with me?”
“I do.”
“Can’t make up your mind?”
Davian frowned. “What do you mean?”
Camren smirked. “Boy or toy?”
“Oh, fuck off,” Davian growled.
“Then make up your mind and do it fast.” Camren leaned in, those dark eyes filled with a dangerous glint. “You’ve got fifteen minutes.”
“Boyfriend,” Davian snarled through heated skin.
Camren leaned back, grinning. “Clever boy.”
“You think you can just control me.” The words spilled past Davian’s lips before he could stop himself. He clamped his mouth shut.
Camren raised an eyebrow in question. His smirk widened, making Davian grind his teeth in fury. “So that’s what this is about.” The words weren’t more than a whisper, but Davian heard them loud and clear. They cut through his self-esteem and rolled around his stomach. “You’re afraid of me owning you, baby. Of me keeping you in my house, bringing you to school, feeding you, looking after you, satisfying every one of your single fucking needs.” Camren’s hand shot up, long fingers curling around Davian’s neck. He pressed. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it?”
“I’m not afraid of you,” Davian sneered, but the words were half-cut and came out breathless. Camren dipped his gaze until their noses brushed.
“Good. Because it’s not your fear I want. It’s your love. Your devotion. Your every breath, baby. So what do you need from me?”
Davian swallowed. His eyes pricked with unwanted emotion. Camren brushed his nose against his, his breath tickling Davian’s mouth. He smelled sweet, like anise from the shots he’d been taking. “The family business,” he started, mind rattling. “I told you about my plans. I want to expand. I want my family to be safe, and I want it to be in my name, so if ever you don’t want to be with me anymore, I have something in life.”
Camren’s eyes darkened, and Davian thought he was going to refuse. Then he nodded. “Agreed. That’s not much, baby. We’ll think of some more things, once we’ve left and I’ve fucked your perfect ass again.”
Davian’s cock jerked from the filthy promise, and when Camren smirked, he realized the look on his face must have been obvious.
“You like that idea?” He teased.
“Yeah.” Davian reached out and he licked the arrogant curl of Camren’s lips.
“Hmm. Then let’s get the fuck out of here.” He grabbed Davian’s coat from Andry and tossed it at him. “ Now .”
“I don’t recall you being that bossy,” Davian commented but put on the coat regardless.
“That’s because before, you and I didn’t fuck. Now, let’s get going.” Wrapping an arm around Davian, Camren let them out of the foyer. When they made their way toward the elevators instead of the exit, Davian hesitated.
“W-where are we going?”
“Up. I need to fuck.”
“ What ?” Davian spun in Camren’s hold, but he’d already guided them inside the elevator. His lips landed on Davian’s spluttering ones, shutting him up in a husky kiss that had them both panting for more.
Davian moaned when Camren’s hand wrapped around his dick, filling his palm as it lengthened.
“I’m taking you to bed, baby. And then we’ll continue the party. And then, later, when we’re tired, I’ll take you home, to our bed, where you’ll be sleeping for the rest of your life. How does that sound?”
Davian replied with a kiss.
“I’ve never been up here,” Davian said when the elevator finally stopped, eyes wide as he took in the adorned walls and rich, thick carpets.
“Correct. Black Harts get special treatment. This is a private level for us to rest and relax between classes.”
“Why the fuck would you nee—” The rest of Davian’s phrase was cut off when Camren pushed him through a door. A beautifully decorated bedroom came into view. The place itself was filled with antiquities, but it was the bed that caught his flaring eye. Fuck…yes. “Undress yourself and lie on your stomach, baby. Don’t—” Camren snapped when Davian opened his mouth. “Just do what I say.”
W atching Davian give in and obey his command, was as satisfying as seeing all that pearly white skin being revealed. Inch by inch, a blush deepening to perfection. And then Davian positioned himself onto the bed, offering the most perfect view of those curves and that round ass.
“Spread your cheeks for my mouth, baby.”
Davian shuddered, then did as he was told.
Camren, undressed, settled between his legs onto the bed, and lowered his face until he could smell the enticing scent of Davian’s flesh. Tracing a line on his quivering flesh, Camren’s nose teased that rim, inhaling deeply as he moaned against Davian’s hole.
Davian shivered, mewling.
“Are you already hard for me?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good.” Flicking out his tongue, Camren dove in, treating Davian’s ass with laps and nibbles, moans and kisses. “You are so good,” he murmured. “So hot.” Poking deeper inside Davian’s hidden pleasure, Camren dug his nails into those delicious cheeks that made Davian moan and writhe. Licks of desire seared his insides. “Your hole is so sweet, baby. So tight.” Lubing up a finger with the tiny bottle he always kept on him, Camren searched for Davian’s prostate. When his boyfriend bucked his hips with a moan, he smiled against the tender skin of his crease. “There we are.”
Davian replied with an unhinged moan.
“What’s that? You want more?” Letting his tongue run over the glorious curve of Davian’s ass, he used two more fingers to open that tight hole up for him.
“Cam—” Davian groaned, humping the bed sluggishly. ‘If you continue like this, I’ll blow too soon.”
“Oh no, you wouldn’t now…” Camren pinched the skin on his lower back, “would you?”
Davian whimpered. “I’m sorry, I’m just so horny.”
“Yeah?” Camren preened at those words. Pulling out his fingers gingerly, he tapped Davian’s ass. “Let’s get you on your hands and knees for some proper fucking.”
Davian hushed to comply, his ragged breaths and impatient snarls filling the space when Camren didn’t fill him immediately with his cock.
“Fuck, baby, look at you, begging to be pleased. You need it, don’t you?” He slid his hands over Davian’s trembling back, reveling in the slight curve as he embraced his ass. “Your hole winking at me, craving me. Beg for me, best friend, beg for my cock.”
“You’re so filthy,” Davian moaned.
“I know. Now beg, baby.”
“Please—” Davian let out a breath. “Please fuck me.”
“No,” Camren tutted, “there’s a better word for this. Come on, be a little creative. What does Cor Night represent?” Hovering over Davian’s crawling position, Camren placed his own hands next to his, then used his mouth to drop open kisses onto Davian’s shoulder blades and spine. Blond hair adorned his arched nape, cascading down over those pierced ear shells.
“Make love to me,” Davian whispered. He whimpered when Davian mouthed the back of his head, inhaling the vague flowery scent of his shampoo.
“Oh, yes, baby, I will.” He slotted their bodies together, covering Davian’s smooth back with his chest and blanketing his ass with his cock. Dribbling spit onto his erection, he fisted his dick, humming in pleasure when his wet slit made a mess of Davian’s fair skin. “I can see you’re ready for me.” He snug his nose in the curve of Davian’s throat and his teeth came out, nipping at the tender skin. Davian lowered his chin and their mouths brushed and rubbed, and their lips parted as their tongues sought each other in this game of seduction.
This reunion.
Guiding his dick into Davian’s waiting hole, Camren kept dominating the kiss. His head was filled with those sweet, soft gasps that spilled from Davian’s mouth and fell into his, that utter surrender as his boyfriend finally gave in.
With slow, deep thrusts, his cock filled Davian’s tight ass, and they both panted at the connection. Then Camren started moving. He’d meant to make it matter. To make it last. To mark some goddamn milestone in their lives. But fuck him, if he wasn’t aroused as hell. Pulling himself up, he planted a foot next to Davian’s thigh for leverage and placed both hands on his ass. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll remember who you belong to for the rest of your life,” he promised.
Davian turned over his shoulder and through his blond strands, he stared at him with darkened, glassy eyes as he gave him a sweet, love-drunk smile. “You do that.”
Fuck him, he was in for a show.
Camren thrust with precision, making his rolls sharp. They hit their mark, judging by the way Davian moaned as he clawed into the sheets.
Grabbing a handful of that gorgeous hair, Camren tipped Davian’s head back until they looked at each other. They were both out of breath, with cheeks flushed and parted lips.
Camren’s toes curled when Davian moaned, eyes rolling back. He wouldn’t be able to hold much longer. “Touch yourself,” he growled. “And tell me you fucking love me.”
Davian’s hand slipped between his legs, breath stuttering as he furiously stroked himself. “I love you, asshole,” he growled.
Camren laughed. His heart filled with thousands of butterflies. “Fuck you, baby. Never leave me again. Never.”
“Never.” Davian’s rasp sounded urgent. “I can’t?—”
“Come, baby. Show your new boyfriend how you come apart.”
Davian did. He sputtered and moaned as he spurted all over the bed, arching his neck back for Camren to see that sensual curve. Mindlessly, he leaned in, wrapping himself into the embrace of where Davian’s throat met his clavicle. His thrusts had become sloppy, pleasure tingling his insides, spurred on by Davian’s release. He howled against Davian’s skin when his hips jerked and hot come shot inside Davian’s ass.
“Good Light,” he gasped.
“Yeah,” a hand wrapped around his. “I know.”
They collapsed onto the bed, done for.
“So, this is the deal.” Camren rolled onto his side, tipping up Davian’s chin, wrapping his arm tightly around those slender shoulders. Blue eyes stared back at him. “Aside from the shop, you think of what you want to do without me in life. I’m talking business —” He added when Davian let out a laugh. “All the rest will be punished severely.”
“Really?” Davian wrinkled his eyebrows. “How would you do that?”
“Another time I’ll gladly tell you more. Believe it or not, you have worn me out.”
“I’ve worn out the great Camren Ryka?” Davian smiled, but there was something humble in that shimmer.
“Always, baby. You always did and you always will.”
Davian looked away, blushing.
“Hey.” Camren brushed a lock behind his ear, fingertips lingering on those piercings. “I can’t slay your wolves if you don’t talk to me.”
“I know.” Davian shrugged, his smile bashful. “I’m just really happy that you’re back in my life.”
“...And? Come on, there’s something else there, I know it.”
“Not really.” Davian rolled onto Camren, making him huff out a breath in surprise.
“Fuck, you’re heavy.”
Davian’s smile widened. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. Now, go and tell me what you need. Need me to spend more coin? Make me a poor man.”
Davian smiled. His kiss was soft, and Camren stilled as he let him take the lead and place open kisses and teasing licks on his lips and cheeks. “I want you to be nice to Jaro.”
“I’m always nice.”
“That’s what I used to think.”
Camren huffed out a laugh. “Okay okay, I’ll be a good boy.”
“I want you to come down and have a drink with me at the bar. Like the good old times, you know? When we’d hang out.”
“We never went to bars.”
“No, but…you know what I mean.”
“I do.” Camren pressed a kiss to Davian’s nose.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Davian admitted. He shuddered. “Really fucking happy.”
“I’m back to stay, baby, remember that. Back to fucking stay with you whether you like it or not.”
Davian nudged him, but he smiled. He was happy too. And that made Camren really, fucking happy.
“Let’s go,” He helped Davian get up from the bed, and then watched him get dressed. When they were both ready to go, he reached out his hand. “and find some trouble.”