14. Killian
KILLIAN
“What the hell?”
I look up from my tablet at Felix’s confused voice and glance at my bed.
He’s sitting up, the sheets tangled around his waist, looking as bewildered as I felt when he crawled into bed with me last night.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“How did I get in here?” He looks between me and his bed. “What the hell happened last night?”
“You don’t remember your Ambien dream?”
He tries to look confused but fails epically. “My what?”
“You’re telling me you weren’t hopped up on Ambien last night?”
He winces and scrubs a hand through his messy hair. “You figured that out?”
“It wasn’t hard after you climbed into my bed and insisted on snuggling with me.”
His jaw drops like it was unhinged, and I laugh.
“I snuggled you?” he croaks.
“Yup. Aggressively so. You were like a giant kitten. I swear I even heard you purring at one point. Or maybe you were snoring. It’s hard to tell.”
“Did I do anything else?” He pales slightly. “Did we…?
“Are you asking if we fucked around?”
He nods, just a quick tick of his chin.
“No. I was a perfect gentleman.” I shoot him a smirk-smile. “It’s no fun when you don’t fight back.”
He looks relieved, but that quickly melts into a look of embarrassment. “Sorry about…all this.”
“What else did you take last night?”
He looks away. “Nothing.”
“No Ativan?”
He shakes his head.
“How many Ambien did you pop?”
“Two,” he breathes.
“Why?” He squirms under my scrutiny. “Was it because of your nightmare?”
He nods, his eyes big and liquid and so full of innocence my stomach clenches uncomfortably. Sometimes I forget he’s only nineteen, and even though he acts like an emotionless robot who doesn’t feel anything, he’s really just a kid trying to navigate the fucked-up world we live in.
“Did I say anything last night?” he asks softly.
“You said a lot of things.”
His horror is written all over his face.
“You kept calling me Teddy and said you missed me. You said Teddy is the only one who helps with your dreams.”
He drops his face in one hand and lets out a low groan. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Nope, not joking. Who’s Teddy?”
“Huh?” He drops his hand and shoots me a confused look.
“Who the fuck is Teddy?”
He blinks at me.
“Old boyfriend? Fuck buddy?”
“No, god no. He was?—”
“Who was he?” I prompt when he doesn’t continue.
“No one. I mean, yes, he was an old fuck buddy, but he’s no one.”
I put the tablet on the table and stand. “Liar.”
He rolls his eyes and gives me a look that’s way too sassy for someone who crawled into my bed and called me by another man’s name while pressing his naked body on mine.
“Tell me who he is.”
“Don’t make me say it,” he groans.
“Say what?”
“Say what?” I repeat when he just shakes his head, his cheeks pink with a blush.
“Teddy was my teddy bear,” he mumbles.
Silence stretches between us.
“Are you shitting me?” I can’t stop my grin. “You thought I was your childhood teddy bear, and that’s why you invaded my bed and slept on top of me.”
He groans and covers his face with his hands. “Please tell me you’re being hyperbolic, and I just slept with you. I mean, next to you.” He lifts his head and shoots me a desperate look.
“Nope.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “You insisted on sleeping on top of me like a Felix-shaped blanket.”
He lets out a dramatic groan and looks up at the ceiling like he’s asking for some divine intervention or for a lightning bolt to strike him down and end this conversation.
I laugh again. This is some of the funniest shit I’ve ever heard.
“Of fucking course I did,” he grumbles.
He freezes, then his eyes widen, and he pulls the covers up and looks at his lap. “Kill me,” he groans and drops the blankets. “Just kill me now.”
“Don’t freak out, little brother.” I pat his thigh. “Morning wood isn’t anything to be embarrassed about. Neither is how you tried to rub off on me in the wee hours of the morning.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “No, you’re lying.”
“Nope.” I make sure to pop the P sound just to be annoying. “It was right after dawn. That was a fun way to wake up. Different kind of cock than you find on a farm, but still effective.”
“Is that all I did?” He winces, like he’s getting it out of the way preemptively.
“Are you asking if you blew your load all over me?” I pat his leg again. “No. You didn’t.”
“Thank fuck,” he says on an exhale.
“You were really into it,” I continue. Might as well fuck with him a bit. “Kept moaning and making these little sounds like when you were choking on my dick.”
He swallows and stares at me with wide eyes.
“Do you remember that? How eager you were? How much you loved having my cock in your mouth?”
He doesn’t say anything, but the heat in his eyes and the way the bulge in the sheets grows tells me everything I need to know.
“But you know what woke me up?” I ask. “Again, silence means yes.”
He doesn’t say anything.
“It wasn’t the moaning or you dry humping me. It was this.” I tilt my head to the side and pull the neck of my shirt down to show him the faint bite marks on my shoulder.
He slaps his hand over his mouth, and for a second, I can’t tell if he’s mortified or scared shitless.
“That was quite the way to greet the morning,” I continue and let my shirt fall into place. “And I’m pretty sure you unlocked a new kink of mine while you were going to town on me.”
He drops his hand, his eyes wide with surprise as he stares at me like he can’t decide if I’m fucking with him or not.
It hits me then how easy Felix is to read when he doesn’t have that stupid blank mask on. You just need to know how to draw those reactions out of him.
“Do you know why I didn’t let you finish?” My voice is raspy now, and I’m as hard as a rock. I started this to fuck with him, but it’s affecting me just as much. “Why I stopped you and didn’t let you come?”
He shakes his head.
“Because I thought you were thinking about someone else.” I pin him with a look. “Were you thinking about someone else?”
He shakes his head again.
“No?”
“No,” he whispers. “I think I remember that part of the night.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.” He fists the sheets so tight his knuckles go white. “I remember having a dream where I was getting off, and it felt really good. I don’t remember actually doing anything that you said in real life, but I was doing it in my dream.”
“Who were you dreaming about?” I can’t keep the demand out of my tone. “Tell me.”
“You,” he chokes out. “I was dreaming about you.”
Something dark and possessive moves through me, and the flare of heat that hits when Felix slowly wets his bottom lip with his tongue is so strong it makes my dick throb.
“What were you dreaming about?”
His cheeks are ruddy now, and his chest is covered with red spots. He should look ridiculous sitting in my bed with the sheets tangled around him, his hair a fluffy mess, and covered in a splotchy blush. He should, but he doesn’t.
More of that possessive desire flows through me, and the urge to claim him is suddenly stronger than the desire to fuck with him.
“Tell me,” I prompt when he doesn’t answer.
“I was dreaming about when we…when I sucked your dick.”
“Yeah?”
He nods. He’s clearly mortified, but he keeps eye contact with me.
“You liked it?”
“Obviously.”
“You know what? I just realized something.”
“What?” he asks warily.
“You owe me a show.”
“What?”
“You owe me a show,” I say again, keeping my tone light. “You got to enjoy one last night, but I had to cut my fun short this morning because I’m such an upstanding guy.”
He snort-laughs. “Sure, we’ll go with that.”
“You’re being awfully mouthy for someone who crawled into my bed and tried to rub off on me.”
He snaps his mouth closed, but his look is defiant.
Perfect.
“Come on, kitten.”
“Don’t call me that.” He pulls the sheets tighter around him.
“You had no problem when I called you a slut, but you draw the line at kitten?” I arch one eyebrow at him.
He flushes an even deeper red.
“Like I said, I think it’s time you give me what I’m owed.” I lean back on one hand and get comfortable. “Come on, kitten, and give big brother a show. Fair’s fair, right?”
He opens his mouth like he’s about to argue but closes it without saying a word.
I nod at the tent his boner is creating in the sheets. “You can’t tell me you’re not into the idea.”
He looks pointedly at my crotch. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”
“Never said you were.” I grip the sheets and give him a pointed look. “Come on, kitten. You know you want this.”
I’m sure he’s going to tell me to fuck off, but instead he lets go of the sheets.
Slowly, I pull them down, my eyes on his cock as the covers slide over it, revealing it inch by inch until it swings up like a trebuchet, so hard it nearly slaps against his taut stomach.
I take a moment to look at it. I’ve seen dicks before, and played with his last week, but it’s different now that I’m not distracted. It’s also insanely hot knowing that he’s hard because of me and I haven’t even touched him.
He’s long and decently thick, with a flared head and a thatch of neatly trimmed hair at the base. Not huge, but not small either.
“Come on, kitten,” I say, my voice a low rasp. “Show big brother how you touch yourself when you’re alone.”
He swallows, and the resulting gulp is loud in the quiet room. Then he lifts one shaking hand and grips his base.
“There you go,” I murmur, my balls already tight and hugging my body.
He gives himself a slow stroke. A bead of precum appears on his tip, and he spreads it over his head with his thumb to use as lube.
I’ve never really thought about it, but the fact that I can see how into this he is, how much he wants it, is fucking hot. With girls, it’s more of a guessing game and piecing together subtle signs unless you actually feel them getting wet or coming.
Guys can’t hide their reactions or lie about how they’re feeling, and the obviousness of Felix’s arousal is way hotter than it has any business being.
“Come on, kitten,” I urge when he pauses. “Show big brother how you like it.”
Something in Felix’s expression shifts, and I see the same flare I did the moment before he sucked my dick last week. It’s hard to explain, but it’s almost like he’s internally saying You want this? Then you’d better hold the fuck on because you’re getting it.
Deliberately, Felix spreads his legs and rolls his hips, pushing his cock through the circle of his fist.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I mutter, barely aware that I’m saying anything at all, and flick my gaze between his face and his dick.
The corner of his mouth tilts up in a smirk, and he starts rocking his hips, fucking his fist in long, slow strokes.
This confident side of him is not what I expected, but I’m not hating it as I watch him give into his pleasure, his hips moving faster and his expression filling with desperate desire the longer we stare at each other.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You,” he says on a gasp, bucking his hips up so hard he lifts his ass right off the bed.
“What about me? Tell me.”
“I’m thinking about when you got me off,” he says, his face twisting up with pleasure. “How good you felt. How much I wanted it.”
“What else?”
His eyes flutter closed for a moment as he lets out a guttural moan.
“Look at me,” I say sharply.
He opens his eyes, all traces of embarrassment or hesitation gone.
“That’s it. I want to see every second of your pleasure. You know why?”
“Why?” He’s stroking himself hard and fast now, moving his hand and his hips together in a furious rhythm.
“Because it’s mine.”
He gasps, his eyes wide, then stiffens, his entire body going taut.
“Your pleasure, your orgasm, it all belongs to me.”
He shudders and lets out a desperate whine as he starts working his dick again.
“Come on, kitten. Show your big brother how good it feels. Show me what’s mine.”
His eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out a choked cry as a full-body shudder rips through him.
I drop my gaze from his face to his dick as it pulses in his hand, then spurts out ropes of cum as he finally tips over the edge and crashes into his orgasm.
He hasn’t even finished shooting when I rip my pants open and pull out my dick. I’m so hard I’m aching. It isn’t going to take much to get me there.
Felix’s orgasm finally peters out, and he sits there, covered in his cum and looking so sated I have to yank my balls away from my body to try and stave off my own release.
“On your knees,” I grate out, my voice rough and raspy, like my throat and tongue are coated in sandpaper.
He doesn’t hesitate, and the eager way he immediately obeys is so hot I have to let go of my dick so I don’t come right then and there.
A memory from the night I learned he sleeps naked comes back to me, and a vision of him bent over with his perfect ass covered in my cum pops into my head.
“Turn around,” I say gruffly. “Lemme come on your ass.”
He shoots me a surprised look but spins around, getting down on his hands and knees for me.
The sight of him like that is enough to jump-start my orgasm, and I take him in, memorizing every dip and curve of his body as I stroke myself to completion.
I’ve always been an ass guy, and the sigh of his dangling dick and prominent balls should be a turn-off, but they just aren’t.
Instead of being weirded out by the lack of pussy, I have the strongest desire to see him like this when he’s hard.
To get him off when he’s bent over and begging me like the good little slut he is.
My orgasm tears out of me, hitting so hard I almost choke on my own cry as I shoot my load all over his perfect ass. The sounds I let out are harsh and broken, more animal than human, but that only adds to the debauchery of the situation. So do the low, needy moans coming from Felix.
The urge to claim him is still there, even after I’ve finished shooting, and I greedily rub my softening cock over him, smearing my cum into his skin. Then, just because I can, I drag my cockhead through his crease and rub my tip over his hole until the friction turns painful.
His arms are shaking as I step back and admire my handiwork. I was right. Seeing him covered in my cum is hot as hell.
Now that I can string two thoughts together, I tuck myself away with one hand and pat Felix’s ass with the other. “Good talk.”
He glances at me over his shoulder, his damn blank mask back in place.
Without saying a word, I zip up my pants and then go back to the couch to resume what I was doing. I don’t look at him as I settle on the cushions and pick up my tablet.
I do, however, listen as I flash it up and pretend to start reading again.
There’s a moment of silence, then the rustling of sheets and the creak of the mattress as Felix climbs out of my bed. Then the soft padding of his footsteps as he crosses the room and heads straight for the bathroom.
I have no clue what just happened, but I can’t help smiling as the bathroom door closes behind him. I don’t understand why this game is so fun, but I’m willing to keep playing for as long as he wants to keep losing.