Chapter 42
Work was shit today. The flying conditions were horrible, visibility was limited, the cargo company I had to deal with were all a bunch of douchebags, and the engine overheated as soon as I landed at the airfield. It was all a bunch of shit.
But you know what made up for it?
Remy.
“You’re sure?” I lick him from base to tip, watching him shiver in pleasure. “Because I really fucking want this, Remy.” I run my fist up and down the length of him. “Now that I know how good it feels to get fucked by you, I want you to know what it feels like to have my cock in your perfect ass.” I lick the bead of precum from his tip, goading him into an answer even though I already know he wants this. I need the verbal.
“Mm, yes. Yes.”
“Remy…”
“Fuck, Zahn.” He gets pissed. There’s the bossy bastard I know and love. “Stop treating me like a fucking virgin and just do it.”
“You are a virgin! For this, anyway.”
“Holy fuck, Zahn.” He overpowers me, pushes me to lean against the wall so I’m sitting on my ass, grabs the bottle of lube, and straddles my lap. His hard cock brushes my stomach, and his blue eyes are full of trouble. “Since you’re being a twat about this, I’m going to be on top.”
I pout, even though I’m not mad about it.
He grabs my jaw. “Your dick is still going inside me, Zahn. But you’re too much of a pussy to take charge.”
Says the man who used a gallon of lube and hesitated enough to chicken out the first time we tried sex. But whatever. I kind of love it when he gets pushy.
“Just sit back and watch,” Remy says, smirking down at the bottle instead of at me. He knows that was lame, but he doesn’t give a shit. “Typical,” he mocks, sliding a lubed hand up and down my cock. “Sitting on your ass while I do all the work.”
I don’t even care that he’s low-key insulting me and completely wrong about it. Maybe I do let him take the lead more often than not, but I’m starting to realize it’s because I trust him to take me wherever the fuck he wants to go. I go on and on about being wild, but at my heart, I’m just the guy who follows Remy Rivers around like a loyal pup on a leash, and I don’t regret it even a little. He’s never steered me wrong.
I look down, watching him work me over, my dick leaking and my hips already getting into the motion. When I look up to find his blue eyes on mine, I get desperate for more than a fuck. A kiss. I tug on his hair, bringing his mouth to mine. His chest crashes against me and a greedy moan slips from my lips to his.
“Fingers, Zahn,” he groans against my mouth. “In my ahhh…” The sound drags as I slide a single finger inside him.
“Don’t rush me, Rem. I’m taking my time with you.” I grin against his jaw, nipping at his skin. “Stop jerking me off or we won’t make it to the sex.” Because fuck me, his hands feel good.
One finger turns into two, and by the time I get a third inside him, he’s sweating, begging to be fucked. “I want this,” he rasps. “Fuck, I’m so ready. Hurry up.”
“I told you not to rush me.” I laugh, pulling my fingers free and lubing them again. I look into his eyes as I lather my cock. Glazed, lusty, fucking sexy. “You sure?”
Remy’s lip is between his teeth, but he nods and tightens his fingers in my hair. Lifting himself on both knees, I line myself up with his hole. When he lowers just a bit, his eyes meet mine, and I’m a goddamn goner. Dunno how the hell I fell in love with my best friend, but here we are, and I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else ever again. Remy is mine, and he doesn’t know this, but I am irrevocably his. Like, fucking all of me.
“Mmm,” he moans, sinking down an inch or so.
Oh fuck. Holy hell. My god. Goddammit. Just like that, I’m clenching my ass and sending silent demands to my balls to hold themselves together. I’m barely in, but my wires are all crossed and my nerves are all frayed, and Remy is bringing me right back to my two-pump chump, premature ejaculate days.
“Don’t,” he warns me. “I know that look.”
“You are killing me with this slow pace, Remy. I can barely hold my shit together.” My fingers dig into his hips. “Holy fuck, this feels amazing.”
“Told you,” he brags, sinking down a little more. “I’m good. I’m… really good, actually. This feels insane.”
“Good insane?” I pull him down and lift my hips at the same time. We both groan, the room growing ten degrees hotter every second.
When Remy’s ass hits my thighs, he closes his eyes. “Fucking amazing insane. Your cock is in my ass.”
“Is it? Is that what’s happening?” I rock my hips, making him wince. “Fuck, are you okay?”
He takes over the rocking motion, nodding his forehead against mine. “Stop asking me that.” His lips press against mine. “Still gonna blow your load, or is it better now?”
“Fuck you, Remy. Ride my dick.”
Slowly, he does. And it’s a miraculous thing. Remy’s body, hard and toned and tattooed, grinding against mine, his ass constricting my cock, his lips on mine and his breath against my face. It’s so good that my feelings get invested, and instead of groping him like a heathen, I caress him like I love him.
But when Remy whispers one word against my lips, my gentle touch evaporates, and dominance takes its place. “More.”
He’s a heavy bitch, but I flip him onto his back, tug his thighs around my hips, and smirk at him. “Ready?”
His grin dares me to try.
I fuck into him hard enough that his head hits the headboard, and his moan turns guttural. Thrusting hard and fast, I start to burn with the need to possess him. Own him. Make him very aware that he’s now mine and he isn’t going anywhere. When I lean back to watch my cock pump in and out of him, that possessiveness spreads through my chest and straight to my brain, turning off my brain-to-mouth filter.
“Mine,” I growl like a possessive fucking mate. Jesus. It’s new to me, but I can’t take it back now.
Remy looks at me, but instead of laughing, he reaches up, grabs my hair, and pulls my mouth to his. “Then fuck me like I’m yours.” Between our bodies, he jerks off, his ass already starting to tighten around me.
“Oh,” he gasps. “Oh, holy fuck. Right there.”
Guess I know where the prostate is.
“You hungry?” Remy asks, wrapped in a towel after a shower together. The sex is hot as hell, but I’ve come to enjoy the little moments, too. The showers and the swoony looks in the mirror neither of us will ever admit to.
“Frozen pizza?” I offer. “I’m way too lazy to cook right now.”
“I’m way too fucked to cook,” he agrees, and then rolls his eyes at my cocky expression. “You can fuck, Zahn, I’ll give you that.” He turns the oven on.
“But?” I grab the pizza from the freezer.
“But you make a damn good bottom, too.” He smiles at the baking tray. “Preference?”
I think about it, trying to decide one way or the other. I mean, I like variety, so switching it up gives me that without having to bring other people in anymore. With Remy, I get all versions of everything I want, and I hope he gets what he wants with me, too. “I think I’m a 52/48 split.”
Remy laughs, throwing his head back. “Of course you are. What’s the fifty-two?”
I’m just gonna own it. “Bottoming.”
Remy tugs on the front of my towel, his nose bumping mine. “Mm, good.” He shoves me away, putting the pizza in the oven. “You ready to go back to St. Matthew tomorrow?”
It’s hard to believe that the blowie confession came out during our last trip there, and now we’re basically living a monogamous relationship together. “Maybe it won’t be so boring anymore. We’ve got lots to get up to now if we get snowed in.” I grab a bottle of water and throw one to him. “Look at us being all domestic and shit. Sex, shower, food. Ticking all the responsible boxes, bud.”
“Yeah, we’re real pillars of the community.”
We eat on the couch, watching a rerun of that show about the family that lives in the Alaskan outback. We like to judge the fuck out of it. It’s comfortable, familiar, and cozy, and it reminds me that I don’t get to do this at home. He’s my best friend, and I can ask him anything, but I’m sort of nervous.
“Hey, Rem?” I set my plate down.
“Oh, here we go,” he scoffs. “Great start. I just know this is gonna be something real fucking special.”
What a dick. “What would you think of… Uhm, what time do you want to leave in the morning?” Fucking hell! Did I really just chicken out mid-sentence?
“Seven. Ask me your real question, Zahn.”
Okay, here it goes. “I was wondering if maybe, since we’re always… and it would just make sense if we…”
He lifts a brow, waiting and holding back a grin.
“Maybe… like, would you want to move… ah…”
“Move in together?”
“What the fuck, Remy!? I was getting there! You stole my thunder.” I shove him.
“Did I?” he mocks.
“Yes! I was getting to it. I just got a little tongue-tied is all.”
“You were fucking it all up, more like,” he corrects.
“You’re supposed to let me fuck it all up. It’s supposed to be cute and endearing and adorable and all that.” I glare at him.
He bats his lashes and smiles, booping me on the nose. “You’re so cute and adorable, Zahn.”
“And endearing,” I mutter. “Just let me fuck things up on my own, yeah?”
“Hey, we might be in some weird relationship we’re not calling a relationship, and we might fuck and have great sex and even talk about our feelings, but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with all your fuckery.”
“Stop stealing my word, Remy.”
“Stop stealing my heart, Zahn.”
I pause, blushing like a goddamn dipshit. My cheeks are tingling or something!
“No.” I smirk at him.
Remy smirks back.
THE END.