Chapter 14 The Climax #2
Miles huffed, then shoved Lake away—not hard, just enough to vacate the closeness—and rolled onto his stomach. The movement exposed a long line of bare spine, a perfect curve of ass, well-muscled thighs. It would’ve looked like an invitation if it weren’t so…defensive.
“Do you want to stop?” Lake asked softly, hoping he didn’t sound as disappointed as he felt.
Miles didn’t turn around. “Did I say that?”
Lake exhaled slowly, letting his gaze sweep over the half-naked form sprawled before him. Vulnerable without admitting it. Defiant without meaning it.
“This works,” Lake murmured.
He straddled Miles’s thighs, bending over him until his chest pressed warmly to Miles’s back.
He mouthed at his shoulder, soft kisses and the occasional teasing bite, just to hear those sharp little breaths.
He kissed up the column of his neck, then back down, dragging his tongue along the ridge of his spine in a slow, deliberate stroke.
Miles trembled under him. But it didn’t feel like fear but like he was trying very hard not to show how much he wanted this.
Lake let his nails scrape gently down the muscles on either side of his spine, marveling at how he shivered.
When he reached the soft swell of his ass, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the spandex, tugging it just beneath his ass, groaning at the sight.
He bit down without thought—not hard, just a firm press of teeth.
Miles hissed, hips jerking like he was grinding against the mattress beneath.
“Sorry,” Lake said, not sorry at all. “You have the most bitable ass I’ve ever seen.”
Miles let out a startled little laugh, half annoyed, half flustered. “Thanks?”
Lake bit the curve of his hip, gentler this time, savoring the way heat jumped under his tongue.
He was contemplating getting him out of the rest of his costume when he heard the sound of the knob turning, a shocked gasp, then the slamming of the door.
Both of them froze. That had definitely been Miles’ door.
He twisted to look back at Lake over his shoulder, jaw slack, breath coming fast.
Lake’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Who was that?”
“No idea,” Miles said. “It doesn’t matter.”
He said it didn’t matter, but the way they both held their breath as they listened for any sound that indicated the person might come back, said otherwise.
When no further sounds came, Lake dropped his forehead to Miles lower back and blew out a shaky laugh. “Well,” he murmured against his skin, “that’s one way to kill the moment.”
“Is that all it takes to kill the mood,” Miles asked, sounding disappointed.
Lake climbed off him, noting the way he could see the hurt even with only the lower half of his face visible. But all he did was cross to the door, turning the lock with a loud click. Miles' shoulders sagged, then he dropped his face into the pillow like he could hide his relief.
Lake returned, settling between his open legs. His hands slid up the backs of his thighs again, warm and steady, mapping the shape of him, fixated on his exposed ass. “Did it kill the mood for you?” he asked softly, thumbs brushing the crease where thigh met hip.
“No,” Miles said, softly.
“Good, me either,” Lake said.
Miles made a sound between annoyance and embarrassment. “Then don’t stop.”
Lake smiled, bending down to press a kiss to his back, even as he throbbed, aching to bury himself inside this prickly boy. This kid was wound so tight he vibrated, but the second Lake touched him, he melted.
“Okay, bossy,” Lake said softly.
He kissed the small hollow above Miles’s hips, not a rough kiss, not a tease. A real kiss. Intentional. And the way Miles’s fingers clenched in the sheets told Lake he’d hit something deeper than nerves or arousal. Something he didn’t have words for yet.
“Stop,” Miles whispered, except his hips lifted like his body had no clue what the word meant.
“Too much?” Lake asked.
“Yes,” Miles said…then shivered again when Lake’s lips brushed the same spot. “No. I don’t know. Just—don’t.”
Lake sat up enough to really look at him, this lean, tense, impossibly sensitive boy with a mask hiding half his face, hiding everything except the parts Lake was already getting attached to: the flushed cheeks, the bitten lip, the attitude that fell apart the second someone touched him gently.
Lake peeled his own mask off, tossing it on the bed.
When Miles glanced over his shoulder and saw him without the mask, he froze.
“Can I?” Lake asked. When Miles hesitated, he said, “You don’t have to tell me your name, but at least let me see your eyes.”
For a second they were in a stand-off of some kind. He was about to take it back when Miles huffed out a sigh.
“Whatever,” he said, tugging the spandex off and tossing it to join Lake’s on the bed.
Lake’s brain ground to a halt. He’d expected him to be hot.
His mouth was perfect, his cheeks hollowed and jaw like carved marble…
but he wasn’t just hot. He was fucking pretty, like in the way fairy tale creatures were pretty.
Even in the dim amber light, Lake could make out hazel blue eyes, a mop of short curly brown hair that looked soft to the touch and a gaze that looked far too innocent to belong to someone so cynical.
Elven. That’s the word that came to mind. A small, compact, adorable, troublemaking elf. His ears were even a little bit pointy. Lake’s cuteness aggression battled with his need to fuck the innocent expression right off his stormy little face.
“You’re staring,” Miles muttered, before burying his face in the pillow.
God, who was he really? Miles wasn’t his real name, but everything else felt real. At least to Lake. The way the boy trembled felt real, the goosebumps on his skin. The way he looked at Lake like he wanted him even if he hated himself for it.
All of it.
“Tell me what you want,” Lake said, voice low but steady. He wasn’t going to guess. He wasn’t going to assume. Not with someone like this.
Miles hesitated, then turned onto his back. His chest was flushed. His neck marked. His breathing shallow. He looked defensive, but his eyes were blown wide, vulnerable in a way he clearly hated. He seemed mad at himself for shedding his last shred of anonymity.
“I just don’t want soft,” Miles muttered.
Lake huffed a quiet laugh. “Liar.”
Miles’s jaw tightened. “I don’t do soft. I do fast and stupid and forgettable.”
For a moment, Lake didn’t say anything. He just brushed a knuckle along Miles’ ribs, slow and warm. Miles flinched, not away. More like his body didn’t know what to do with affection.
“You don’t seem that forgettable to me,” Lake murmured.
Miles’s breath snagged. He pushed at Lake’s chest, not enough to move him. More like he needed something to do with his hands so he didn’t feel so exposed.
“You’d be shocked at how easily forgotten I am,” he whispered.
Lake’s heart twisted, sharp and painful. He dipped his head, lips brushing the corner of Miles’s mouth. “I’ll let you think that if you need to.” He sucked at his lower lip. “How far do you want to take this?”
Miles hesitated, then kissed him hard, like it was the only way he knew how to speak. It was all teeth and need and urgency, until Lake softened it. Slowed it. And just like before, Miles melted under it, body arching, knees parting instinctively to reel Lake closer.
“I need words,” Lake coaxed.
Miles buried his face in Lake’s neck. “Everything. Fuck me. I need more.”
He said it like he was embarrassed just voicing his own needs, but Lake had never been so turned on in his life. Miles was addictive. Every twitchy, defensive inch of him.
Lake tugged him from his hiding place, then deepened the kiss, hands roaming up Miles’s sides.
When he finally pulled the rest of Miles’s suit down, the boy gasped like he’d been stripped of armor, not clothes.
Lake licked his lips as he took him in. He was…
proportionate, his cock flushed a deep red and straining against his belly, already leaking.
He was so pretty it made Lake’s chest ache.
For someone who strutted around like he was all attitude, he was…
small? Physically, he was wiry and strong, all lean muscle and restless energy, but he was also small in the way he curled into touch he pretended not to need.
Lake didn’t know how to name what that did to him, but whatever it was… it was potent.
Lake caught his mouth in another bruising kiss, then whispered, “Roll over,” against his ear.
Miles hesitated for only a moment, before settling onto his belly again.
Fuck.
He really was gorgeous.
Lake climbed over him once more, this time letting the hard length of his cock settle between the globes of his ass as he kissed down the ridge of his shoulder, slow as honey.
Miles shivered, hips canting as he ground against him.
Lake bit gently at the curve of his neck, just enough pressure to coax a gasp.
“Spread your legs, bossy,” Lake bit at the shell of his ear. “I wanna taste you.”
“O—kay,” he managed, his words breaking on a gasp before he buried his face in the pillow.
Lake dropped a kiss just below his ear, then his shoulder, before moving lower. Miles spread his thighs. He was so good at behaving when he wanted to. He palmed the swell of his ass, spreading him open, staring unabashedly until he started shifting restlessly beneath him.
“Stop staring,” he said in a hissing whisper.
“It’s not my fault you’re sexy everywhere,” Lake murmured as he settled between his legs.
He bit back a groan as his cock met the mattress, rutting his hips just for the delicious pulse of friction. He needed to fuck him soon or he was going to go crazy, but he couldn’t bring himself to rush. He knew when it was over, the spell would be broken and his Miles would shove him out the door.