Chapter 15
Fifteen
Liam
God damn, I’m thankful to be out of there— it’s funny how T thought we’d be the center of all the drama tonight.
Guess no one was really that surprised about us.
I can’t believe I’ve been so fucking blind this entire time.
Thinking back on things, it seems like it should’ve been obvious.
The only reason I can think of as to why I didn’t notice is because I thought it was normal.
Our overly close friendship suited me because I wanted it to be that way.
He’s been a little chihuahua constantly under my feet for the past ten or so years— the only one who’s dealt with my shit voluntarily for that long.
I don’t think anyone could spot a single vulnerability within me until they see me with Teddy around.
Going out as a couple tonight was eye-opening.
I’ve always had a sick sort of satisfaction in knowing that no matter who we’re around, I’m always the most important person to him.
I know him better than anyone. It’s even better now, though.
Tonight, as I watched him smile and laugh with our friends, all I could think of was the way he took my cock last night.
How he lost all control and was completely at my mercy.
No one else has done that for him before, and no one ever could.
“Angel,” I shout, getting his attention as he flies ahead of me on his board. “Let’s do something. I don’t wanna go home yet. Let’s go to the beach.”
He cocks his head back to me. “Do you wanna see my secret spot?”
I smirk. “Pretty sure I’ve seen it already, but okay.”
His curly head shakes back and forth, and I know he’s rolling his eyes at me.
“If I take you there, you have to promise to not tell anyone about it,” he says seriously.
“Who the fuck do I even talk to other than you?” I laugh. “Don’t worry, T. I won’t tell anyone.”
I guess our trip just got longer and sweat is already making my shirt cling to my body annoyingly, so I pull it off and toss it at his head.
He rips it from his head without swerving or anything, and still manages to shoot me a menacing glare.
I’m constantly impressed with how good he got at skating; it took him way longer than me, but you wouldn’t be able to tell looking at him now.
He keeps my shirt balled up in his right hand the rest of the way there.
Eventually, we turn down a street lined with houses, and at the end of the street, it seems like a dead end, but he brings his board to a stop and lifts it from the ground.
“We need to go through there,” he says, motioning to the left where a thick forest is.
I quirk my brow at him but follow, anyways.
The salty smell of the ocean wafts into my nose, so I know we’re close.
He lights our way with the flashlight on his phone, and soon we break through the trees into a clearing.
He stands still, a hopeful expression on his face as he waits for my response.
I step forward to the small cliff and look out over the water.
There’re massive houses on the other side of the intracoastal, with docks and boats in their backyards.
The water is pitch black, only lit by the moon hanging in the sky.
“How did you find this place?”
“I don’t know, just stumbled across it, I guess.” He shrugs sheepishly. “This is where I was all weekend when you thought I was missing.”
I turn around, glaring at him. “You slept on the fucking beach the whole time?”
“I was drunk the entire time too. Had a full Jack Sparrow moment,” he states matter-of-factly. He walks over to a flattened palm tree that juts beyond the cliff. Reaching under it, he pulls out a sandy glass bottle. “Why’s the rum always gone,” he says in a shitty pirate accent.
“That’s vodka,” I deadpan, dragging a hand down my face.
He shrugs and puts it in his backpack. “Need to remember to throw this thing away. Have some imagination, Liam.” He laughs.
I cross my arms over my bare chest. “T, I would’ve left the hotel for the weekend and stayed at Dame’s so you didn’t have to sleep on the beach. That’s just fucking ridiculous.”
“I like it here. I came here because I knew no one could find me, no one could’ve bothered me.” He points at the palm tree. “I slept right there.”
“Under the tree?” I ask, confusedly.
“No. On the tree.”
“How… how the fuck can you even do that? Your back must be killing you.”
“Not at all, it wasn’t so bad.” He shrugs.
Such a weirdo. My weirdo.
“Well, what do you think? You like it? I’ve never brought anyone here before,” he mumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets.
I nod my head. “Don’t ever show it to anyone else.”
“Wasn’t planning on it. Don’t wanna blow up this spot, because I’m pretty sure we’re trespassing right now.” He laughs.
I reach into my pocket for my pack of cigarettes and pull a joint from it.
I spark it and beckon him to me with a finger.
I grip his throat firmly, tilting his face up to mine.
His breath shudders as he watches me take a long drag from the joint.
Securing my lips over his, I blow the smoke into his mouth.
I thrust my tongue between his lips, dragging it around lazily.
His face slackens, legs going weak as he melts against me.
I can cripple him with only a kiss. The thought settles in my chest, making me stand taller.
In one swift motion, I lift him up and he wraps his legs around me instantly, clinging tightly. I ease us down to the sand, so he’s planted firmly on my lap.
“Take your shirt off. Wanna see those golden tits,” I command.
He groans, covering his face. “Why do you say stuff like that?”
“‘Cause look how hot it gets you.” I drag my hand across his crotch and take hold of his rock-hard cock behind the material.
“I can’t believe any of this is actually happening,” he breathes.
I unzip his pants, freeing him and taking him in my hand. “This ain’t real enough for you, angel?” His hips automatically jerk forward, a moan falling from his sweet lips. Letting go of him, I lean back, planting my hands on the ground behind me. “Touch me how you’ve always wanted to.”
He looks down at my exposed form sprawled below him.
His eyes feather across my skin before he hesitantly leans forward.
He flits an open palm from my sternum to the smattering of hair below my navel, further tracing his finger along the pronounced muscles leading into my jeans.
“You’re so fucking perfect, it’s insane how anyone could look like this, like a God or something. ”
I scoff. “Says you. You’re the angel. I’m a mere fucking mortal at your feet.” His eyes go comically wide. “When will you finally see the hold you have on me?”
He jolts forward, crushing his lips to mine hurriedly.
I let him take the lead. He sucks the bottom one into his mouth, licking and nipping at it.
His hips rock against mine, seeking friction, so I unbutton my pants and line our cocks up.
He pauses his assault on my lips and I bring my hand to his mouth.
“Lick. Make it wet, so I can make us feel good.” His cheeks heat, but he closes his eyes and drags the flat of his tongue across my palm.
He gets lost in it, licking up and down and back and forth.
I withdraw my hand and wrap it tightly around our cocks, stroking slowly.
He rocks on top of me, swiveling his hips around, head tipped back in ecstasy. I watch him through half-lidded eyes and wonder, how did I get so fucking lucky? The way the moonlight filters through his hair like a golden halo—he looks like a painting. Beautiful.
His thighs begin to quiver at my sides, signaling his impending release.
He squeezes his eyes shut tighter. I look down and let spit fall from my mouth onto the round heads of our dicks, and use it to glide my hand up and down faster.
Moans tumble from his lips, and I clench my teeth harshly, letting my eyes fall shut as the pleasure reaches its peak.
Soft hands startle me from my haze as Teddy caresses my face and presses his lips to mine.
He kisses me like it’s the last kiss he’ll ever have—softly and reverently.
A garbled whimper leaves my throat as he throws me over the edge and I release all over my hand.
Teddy moans loudly into my open, panting mouth as he releases, too.
His cum mixes with mine as I drag my hand lazily over our sensitive cocks.
He shoves his head into my neck, attempting to calm his rapid breaths.
My arms wrap around him, holding tightly as I lean back, laying flat on the sand beneath us.
The weight of him on my chest is as soothing as the indigo sky blanketing us from above. Teddy’s breaths begin to even out and mine do as well, but my heart thunders painfully in my chest. I lock him in my arms as tightly as I can, suddenly consumed with feelings far heavier than I’m used to.
I have to protect him. I need to keep him safe from all of the bullshit in this cruel world.
He deserves to always feel like this—needed and wanted. Someone as pure and ethereal as him should be treasured and elevated above anything else. I silently vow to do that for him forever.
“C’mon angel. I don’t wanna sleep on the beach, let’s go home,” I mutter.
“But it’s so far away,” he whines softly, nuzzling closer to my neck.
“Then we better get moving.” I slap his ass with my clean hand and shove him off playfully. He peels himself from me and rubs a hand across his exhausted face.
I make my way down to the shore and rinse my hands and face quickly. “The water’s cold as fuck, it’ll wake you up.”
He groans, “Let’s just go.”
I snort at his grumpiness and grab my board, following after him. When we reach the pavement, he drops his board to the ground and off we go. He skates like a fire’s lit under his ass, and I power behind him at the same pace.
By the time we make it to the hotel, we’re sweaty and sticky and panting. As soon as I open the door, cold air slaps us, and I let out a sigh.
“Shoes off outside, don’t be tracking any sand in,” I remind him.
He rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t dare, Liam.”
We remove our shoes and knock off any sand left on them before bringing them inside. I head straight for the shower. “Come on,” I tell him.
“You want to shower together?” he hesitantly asks.
“Yup, let’s go. I’m ready to crash.”
“Me too, but that will make it take even longer because I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”
“Don’t worry. I have enough self-control for the both of us,” I assure him.
He follows behind me, mumbling something about how evil I am, and starts removing his clothes. I turn the water as hot as it’ll go and step in first, and when I turn around, I find T staring at me with wide eyes.
“I’ll never get used to being able to look at you like this.” He sighs.
My cock is half-hard and heavy between my legs, so I grab it firmly and give it a long stroke. “What about like this?”
His mouth falls open on a whine, “That’s not fair.” He steps into the shower, and I immediately grab the soap and start washing him, not messing around. His eyes shoot daggers at me when I spend a little too long around his ass—lathering the soap in his crease with two fingers.
Ignoring his frustrations, I wash myself with quick efficiency while he watches raptly, his dark red lip secured firmly between his teeth.
As soon as I finish, I turn the water off and hand him a towel.
We dry off simultaneously and I can see the exhaustion in his eyes.
He doesn’t bother putting any clothes on before cozying himself face down under the blankets, one leg pulled closer to his chest. I slip in bed and nudge my leg under his own and watch him fall asleep.
The soft angles of his face relax, and his cheeks are puffed out, making him appear to be pouting.
I can’t help but smile at the sight of him.
My golden fucking angel.