Chapter 42 Jericho
JERICHO
Having a surprise party for Raiden was Connor’s worst idea.
All I want to do is take him home and properly love him in our bed, to feel his body curl around mine while he writhes in pleasure.
But instead, I’m about to have to subject myself to hanging out with all of our friends and family with the worst case of blue balls known to man.
I’ve had to endure his hand on my upper thigh, teasing the zipper of my pants with every brush of his fingers across my groin.
It’s madness, the sickening kind of madness that drives sane people to do crazy things.
Like say to hell with this party and stride right past all the party goers with Raiden thrown over my shoulder so I can fuck him six ways to Sunday while everyone else carries on partying.
When we park in front of our house, I pull directly into the garage and narrowly avoid clipping the siding with my mirror when Raiden palms my hard cock in his hand. The tendons in his hand flex as my gaze focuses on him stroking me through the layers I have on.
“We can’t–” I start to argue but it quickly dies in my throat as Raiden’s nimble fingers cup my cock and pull the zipper of my pants down, making sure I don’t get snagged in his haste.
“We can, Jer.” Raiden argues, pulling back my underwear and wiping the small bead of precum from the tip of my swollen dick.
The warmth of his palm is heaven on my dick, more than I deserve but I’m struck speechless as he tugs my foreskin down, exposing the head of my cock to the cool air conditioning from my truck.
The tension between us grows, thickening in the silence as I watch him play with me.
I lift my eyes to meet his. His hooded eyes greet me and a moan rumbles out of my chest, long and deep. My cock flexes in his hand as my nuts tighten. I’m going to embarrass myself and come prematurely,but as long as it’s at Raiden’s hand I couldn’t care less.
“Faster,” I whisper and he pumps his hand up and down my shaft, tugging the skin with every pull and I can’t fight the urge to wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull his mouth to mine.
He tastes like toothpaste and chapstick. A tempting combination that sets my blood on fire and has my dick throbbing in his hand.
“Like this?’ Raiden asks before he leans over and I watch, mesmerized, as he lets a trickle of saliva fall out of his mouth and onto my dick. Using his palm to slick me.
“Fuck yeah. Just like that baby,” I tell him, keeping my hand secured around his neck as I pump my hips up to match his down strokes.
I press our foreheads together, smelling the sweet smell of his body wash and cologne as he sucks in my every exhale.
He goes faster, tugging on me harder and running his thumb across my leaking tip without breaking his rhythm.
It’s hot. Amazing. Everything I could have dreamed of and more.
“Gonna– gonna come–” I warn him, feeling selfish that he’s not getting off but also too drawn into my own pleasure to stop him now. I’ll make sure to blow his mind, and his dick, after his party.
Oh fuck, the party.
I can’t stop my orgasm, though… not that I want to.
If anyone were to walk out here right now and see me in all my glory, I wouldn’t give a shit.
Not when I have Raiden in my front seat, jerking my dick like a pro.
I’ve jerked myself off to images of this for years, and now that I’ve obtained it, I can’t be stopped.
My vision whites, stars bursting across the backs of my eyelids as I unload my release into Raiden’s hand, and he uses it to make my dick slick and keeps jerking it until I’m convulsing in overstimulation.
The sticky mess I’ve made is reflecting the light from the garage, highlighting the truth of what happened here.
My truck is filled with the smell of sex and sakura—the combination of the two of us is a powerful aphrodisiac.
My dick rallies, trying to get hard again for another round.
When I finally come back to earth, my heart rate has slowed and I don’t think I’m going to pass out from the sensations, his pupils are blown wide, and the tent in the front of his pants calls to me to help him out.
We can spare five more minutes.
**
With the taste of Raiden coating my mouth, and slightly wobbly legs, I circle the truck to help him out of the passenger seat.
His cheeks are flushed and his legs are more unsteady as mine as he gingerly crawls out of the seat.
Pink lips and dazed eyes are all I can focus on as I shut the door once he’s out.
There’s a small noise coming from the house, so in an effort to conceal it and keep the surprise a surprise just a few moments longer I say the first thing that comes to my mind… “Why do you think the recipe for coke is so secretive?”
“Coke? Like cocaine? Probably because it’s a lucrative business and they don’t want anyone to steal their thunder.” Raiden answers and I roll my eyes when he looks over at me.
“I was talking about coke, like the drink.” I emphasize the word drink, hoping it will keep him distracted from the noise that’s growing louder as I start to open the door to the house.
“Definitely the same reason. There’s, like, a huge vault with the recipe. And only two people who know it. They can’t be in the same car just on the off chance they get in a wreck and both die.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yep, saw it online. Crazy.” Raiden confirms, stepping into the house.
A burst of noise ricochets and Raiden jumps in the air, clutching his chest and scrambling to duck behind me.
I chuckle, wrapping my arm around him and pulling him in front of me to see all of our friends and family gathered into my living room.
Streamers hang from the ceilings, painting it in an array of bright colors.
Loose balloons are spread everywhere, taking up any space that was left available after everyone crowded in here.
“What?” Raiden asks, shocked and he turns his eyes towards me. Tears blur his eyes and I wipe underneath to help catch them before they fall and ruin the makeup I watched him do before he left the hospital.
“Surprise, tiny dancer.” I tell him, pressing my lips to his forehead before the crowd storms us, surrounding the two of us and cocooning us in a mass of madness.
Damon finds a way to navigate between the bodies, wrapping himself around Raiden’s legs and holding on tight.
“Uncle Rai!” Damon yells, trying to draw Raiden’s attention down as he scans the people in the room. His friends he toured with are standing on the fringes of the group, watching him with amused expressions and waiting to be invited into the folds.
“Yeah, buddy?” Raiden asks, leaning down to wrap Damon in a hug.
My heart melts at the sight, watching the same Raiden I grew up with love on a child.
It makes me wonder if he wants kids with me.
I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. The thought of having another Raiden makes my heart stutter in my chest and I have to clear my throat to push down the bubble of something that I’m feeling.
“I love you,” Damon says simply and I feel myself melt into my shoes. Raiden seems to be the same, his face softening as he responds to Damon. “I love you too, buddy.” Damon squeezes Raiden harder and their embrace seems to break up the crowd around us.
Damon stays glued to Raiden’s side as he makes his rounds through the room, and I leave the two of them to it as I check on everything in the kitchen.
My mom and Ema were in charge of the food and drinks, making sure we had Raiden’s favorites, along with other things to keep our guests full.
We planned on making s’mores too at some point, but with the dessert table they currently have set up, I doubt we’ll have to worry about that.
On one table, sushi is neatly placed in rows with nice little place cards letting guests know every ingredient.
Yellowtail dippers with a small side of wasabi and soy sauce.
Tuna sliced thinly on top of packed white rice drizzled with spicy mayo and cucumber.
California rolls with and without avocado.
I’m sure the second option is specifically for Ace since he’s voiced his hatred for avocados more often than not.
Said man comes up, slapping me hard on the back and I have to steady myself on the table so I don’t topple over.
He doesn’t look a bit ashamed as I straighten and face him.
Why would he though? He’s never treated me any different since I lost my leg.
If anything, he treats me worse, pushing me past the limits I set for myself.
We haven’t been spending as much time together as we did before, but now that Raiden’s home, I vow to change it.
Guys night at my house, football at the park, whatever the guys want to do.
I owe them my life, for multiple reasons.
Saving me in the field, keeping me sane when I was released from the hospital, not letting me wither away while Raiden was in the hospital.
They are the brothers I never had growing up. They’re my family.
“You’re getting sappy on me, I can see it in your eyes,” Ace says and I roll my eyes, refusing to admit that I was getting teary eyed thinking about it.
It’s not my fault, my emotions have been on a rollercoaster for the past few months, and they’re still not back to regulating normally. How bad is crying between bros?
“Excuse me for having a moment of appreciation for my friends,” I snark as he grabs a California roll off the table and pops it into his mouth.
“Coco, we know you appreciate us. You don’t need to cry over it.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” I say, shoving his shoulder and he laughs loudly, catching the attention of my mom and Ema as they finish putting the last touches on the other food table.
“That’s better. None of that mushy shit. I get enough of it being around Connor and Hollis, I don’t need it from you too.”
“When you find the right person, you’ll love all the mushy shit.” I know I do. For the longest time, I was content to watch from the sidelines, thinking that I never had the chance. And as soon as I had it, I vowed to never let it go.
“Nah, Coco. That’s not in the cards for me,” he says, shrugging his shoulders like he’s not bothered by the thought of living his life alone, but the loneliness underneath his rough exterior tells me differently.
I don’t want to push him on it. When the time comes and love slaps him upside the head, I’ll be watching it all unfold, trying to hold back the I told you so that will inadvertently slip out.
“Whatever you say, man.”
“Go find your lover boy and leave me alone to eat my sushi in peace.”
I do, leaving him alone in the kitchen while I go look for Raiden.
He’s the center of attention of a small group of people with their backs to me.
Raiden is facing me, smiling widely as he talks to the shorter girl with dark red hair in front of him.
He laughs, the beautiful sound reaching my ears and burrowing itself in my heart.
Raiden looks so happy. He’s emanating sunshine. My sunshine.