Chapter 44
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Christian
Snow falls softly on the drive home.
Devon’s half-asleep in the passenger seat with his head resting against the window. Streetlights slide past occasionally, illuminating his face just long enough for me to register the soft smile tugging at his mouth. Doubt by Twenty One Pilots fills the space between us.
Christmas Eve went… way better than I expected.
We played board games with my family, ate too many cookies, and opened gifts at midnight. My siblings pooled their money together and got me a camera I can strap to my helmet for stunts. Mom got me leather riding gloves, and my tío gifted me a brand new tool set.
I gave everyone the Twins of Terror calendar that Salem made, which had them teasing me about it, but they seemed to love it all the same.
The best present of the night, though, was having Dev there by my side.
He received no gifts, mainly because nobody expected him to be there, but it hadn't seemed to bother him.
The entire night, he stayed pressed against me, whispering those words in my ear that I never dreamed I'd hear him say.
Words I didn't know I'd ever feel toward him.
I love you.
My grip on the steering wheel tightens for a second, heart still buzzing from the first time he said it to me just hours ago.
The apartment comes into view, and I pull into the driveway slowly before cutting the engine. Devon's still passed out, so I just lean back to look at him, feeling my throat swell. No one could have told me a year ago that we'd end up here.
I went from hating him, to obsessing over him, then to loving him in the span of three short months. Seems quick, but I suppose our story started three years ago when Taylor brought him over for the Fourth of July. It just took us a long time to get here.
“Hey,” Dev rasps suddenly, blinking awake. “We home?”
“Yeah. Just watching you sleep.”
He squints at me. “That’s fucking creepy.”
I smile to myself and get out of the car to open his door. “I need to show you something.”
“At two in the morning?”
“Oh, is it past your bedtime, grandpa?”
“Fuck off,” he snorts, following me over to the shed.
The light flickers when we step inside, casting everything in a dull yellow glow. After switching on a space heater, I turn toward the sport bike sitting on its stand, stripped clean and bare.
Dev stops short beside me. “What is that?”
“Been working on it nearly every day for the last two months,” I answer, watching him closely. “I wanted it to be… ready.”
He circles it slowly as he rubs his chin in awe. “You built this?”
“Yeah. Well, mostly. Still tuning some things. Finding a motor's been harder than I thought, but I should have one soon. And then it'll be safe to ride.”
He looks up at me then, whiskey eyes bright and careful.
“I figured,” I continue, stepping closer to him, “that you’ve been borrowing everyone else’s shit long enough. And you deserve something that’s just yours. Wasn’t sure what color you’d like, but we can paint it whatever you want.”
His face goes completely slack in shock. “You… built this thing for me?”
My throat works with a hard swallow. “I don’t know when things changed between us. Somewhere between you showing up again and me checking the door every time you left, wondering if that was the last time I’d ever see you. It scared the shit out of me.”
“Christian…”
“Not of you leaving, but of how much it would destroy me if you didn't come back. And I know I can't like, protect you from the entire world, but at least while you're out there doing stunts, I can make sure the bike you're on won't hurt you. That's all I can offer.”
Dev lets out a broken sound that cuts straight to my soul. He takes my jacket in a white-knuckled grip, hauling me in for a bruising kiss. I card my fingers through his hair and lick into his mouth with all the love and passion I can muster.
“I don’t know how to take this,” he whispers thickly. “I don’t…”
“I love you,” I murmur back. “I love you, and this is what being loved feels like. Just accept it, pastelito.”
“I love you so fucking much.”
He pushes me back against the bike as I moan into his mouth, feeling him everywhere.
The warmth from his chest, the hard ridge of his cock pressing into mine.
When his palms slide down the backs of my thighs, easily lifting me onto the seat, I wrap my legs around his waist to get as close as I possibly can without crawling inside his skin.
“God,” he breathes. “I want you, baby. Need you.”
The desperation in his voice wrecks me more than any fall I've ever taken.
“How do you want me?” I drag my mouth down his throat, loving the way he tilts his head for me like he can’t help it. “Right here on the bike?”
Fuck, that sounds hot as hell, getting bent over the handlebars while he pounds into me. My cock practically begs for it.
“I… I want to try something. Do you trust me?”
I pull back without hesitation and look him straight in the eye. “With my life.”
The breath leaves his lungs, eyes glittering under the skylight above. “I don't know if I deserve it.”
Lifting my hand to his face, I brush my thumb over his cheekbone. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Decide your worth for me. You don’t owe me anything, I choose you.”
Something fragile shifts in Dev's expression, like a lock finally giving way. He nods and lets out a shaky laugh. “Fuck. Okay.”
Slowly, carefully, he positions me where he wants, helping me sit on the seat with my feet over the handlebars. When he gets behind the bike and lays me back, my head hangs off the rear fender.
“You make me feel safe,” he says from above, gently palming the sides of my throat. “That’s new for me.”
My cock begins to leak profusely once I realize what he wants. “Yeah. Me too.”
“Open up, hot shot. I want to fuck my boyfriend's throat on the bike he built me.”
Fuuuck me. Jesus Christ.
My jaw drops, tongue sticking out immediately. I've never sucked him off from this angle before, but I've done it with enough women to know the logistics.
Devon smiles as he sticks a thumb in my mouth and undoes his jeans. The moment his dick springs free, I salivate for it.
“You look gorgeous like this,” he murmurs, stroking my tongue in the same rhythm he strokes his cock. “Fuck, you're beautiful. The first time I ever saw you at your mother's house, I wanted you.”
That has my eyes widening. “You did?” I mumble around his thumb.
“Yes. Figured you were straighter than an arrow, though. Didn't think I stood a chance.” Removing his thumb, he eases the head of his dick between my lips while he watches, enraptured. “Then, during Matty's bachelor party, and that trip to Lake Havasu. I couldn't keep my eyes off you.”
“I remember,” I want to say, but I can’t at the feeling of his piercing scraping the roof of my mouth. He thrusts in and out, not all the way yet, but enough to have me drooling with his balls in my line of vision.
Admittedly, the first time I really noticed him was when Arya pointed out how hot he was at that strip club in Vegas. I started imagining the both of us sharing her shortly after, and well… then the tour happened.
But none of that matters now.
We both may have lost our way, but we found a path back to each other in the end.
Dev pushes in deeper with a low groan, nudging my tonsils. “I never thought I'd have this. Didn't think I'd make it this far, and… fuck, Christian, you've made me happier in the last few months than I've felt my entire life. God, I can't believe you're mine.”
I relax my throat as much as I can, moaning around his thick shaft in silent encouragement.
We've sucked each other off so much over the past few weeks, and though I've gotten better at it, his size is sometimes still too much for me to take.
But tonight, I want to. I want him all the way in me, as close as humanly possible, forever.
And I want to show him that I mean it.
“Christian,” he groans, sinking deep into my throat.
I gag at first, eyes watering, and he backs off slightly before trying again.
My own cock aches for release. As much as I want to pull it out and jerk off, I don't. Even as my hips start to rock to the same slow pace that Devon fucks my mouth with.
“Shit,” he mutters, pulling out suddenly to squeeze the base of his dick.
I suck in a deep breath, feeling utterly defiled with spit running down the sides of my face and loving it all the same. “Too much for you, pastelito?”
“I want to come in your ass,” he grits out, rounding the bike to help me sit up. When I happily turn sideways and start shoving off my jeans, he pauses. “Fuck. We don't have any lube.”
“Could use my cum?” I suggest, tossing my pants away before shucking off my shirt.
Devon shakes his head. “No, you're coming on my cock, hot shot. Maybe spit?”
“You saying you can't make me come twice?”
His brows jump, eyes flashing like the challenge offends him. Before I can blink, he leans over and swallows my entire cock without any warning.
“Fuck,” I growl, grabbing onto his hair as he proceeds to suck my soul out of my dick. It doesn't take long for my balls to draw up, and I spill down his throat embarrassingly fast.
Holding my release in his mouth, Dev smirks and pulls me forward so that my lower half hangs off the seat. Our eyes meet the moment he spits onto my asshole, covering it with cum. Then the dirty fucker even licks it, running the flat of his tongue up my entire crease.
“God.” I yank him up for a filthy kiss, tasting myself on his lips.
“Gonna fuck you, baby,” he groans, notching himself at my entrance to ease inside.
His cock fills me completely, almost overwhelming in size, but I fucking love it. I love the way he stretches me wide. If I'd known how good a dick in my ass could feel, I'd have done this years ago. Though honestly, I'm glad I didn't.
I'm glad I got to experience this with Dev first.
He pulls off his shirt, tossing it to the ground before pressing his bare chest to mine.
Devouring me, he settles into a steady rhythm as I moan into his mouth.
The bike shakes beneath me with every slap of his thighs against my ass.
His cockhead brushes my prostate, causing my length to thicken once again.
“Fuck, Dev,” I practically whimper, rolling my hips. “I… love this. Love you, Dios mio.”
“Gonna come for me again, baby?”
Jesus Christ, I think I might.
Sweat covers both of us, despite the chill, making our bodies glide together.
Those whiskey eyes hold me hostage when he wraps his palm around my shaft and starts to stroke.
Starlight from above glitters off his piercings, casting shadows over his cheeks, and he's so fucking beautiful that I have to take his lip between my teeth the moment my cock erupts for the second time.
“Just like that,” he groans. “God, I love the way you clench so tight when you come. Your greedy hole can't get enough, huh?”
“Fill me up,” I demand, shuddering through the rest of my orgasm. “I want to feel you still dripping out of me tomorrow.”
Giving me one last sloppy kiss, Dev drops his face to my neck and slows his speed. I hold onto him tightly, arms locked around his shoulders. He fucks into me at a gentle pace, the way I know he likes—soft and sweet.
The Devon from last year wasn't like this, but that Devon was also sad. He was drunk and high, buried under layers of self-doubt. Always chasing the next hit to drown out his own thoughts.
This Devon doesn’t rush. He kisses my neck again, unhurried, like he’s not afraid I’ll pull away if he takes his time—and I don't. I thread my fingers through his hair, massage his scalp and run my lips over his temple as he chases his own release.
“I love you,” I whisper into his ear. He tenses, drawing closer to the finish line. “Come for me, pastelito. Let go. I got you.”
A small, choked sound leaves his throat, fingers digging into my ribs once he finally tips over the edge. I keep holding him through it. “You’re okay, baby.”
His breathing stutters, then slows, along with his thrusts. He stays pressed against me, forehead tucked into my neck. I stroke my thumb along his spine while we both come down from our high, the bike cooling beneath us.
Finally, Dev lifts his head to study my gaze. “I love you, too,” he whispers. “Thank you for choosing me. Even when I didn’t know how to choose myself.”
My chest tightens at that. I thump my forehead against his and release a slow breath. “I’m not going anywhere, Dev. I promise.”
He smiles wide. “Yeah. Me either. You're stuck with me for life.”
And from the way he presses his lips to mine in a slow, deliberate kiss that sends shockwaves all the way down to my fucking toes…
I know that he truly means it.