Chapter 10
Shawn spent a few hours playing with Emily and Bee after dinner.
When the twins were finally exhausted and fell asleep, Shawn returned to his—their—bedroom.
It was empty.
Unsure if he was relieved or disappointed, Shawn grabbed fresh clothes and took a long shower. He stood for a while with the water pouring over his naked body and thought of the fact that he was going to share a bed with Rutledge. All night.
Shawn looked down at his half-hard dick and sighed. This was all so confusing. Rutledge was a man. He was also one fucked up asshole. He couldn’t possibly be excited about sharing a bed with him.
Annoyed with his body, Shawn dried himself, dressed, and stepped back into the bedroom.
At first, he thought Rutledge was still elsewhere. Then he spotted a tall figure out on the balcony.
Slowly, Shawn made his way towards the door, slid it open, and stepped out into the night. When the chilly air hit him, he shivered a little and wrapped his arms around himself to keep warm. It was still pretty warm for November, but it was not warm enough for one thin layer.
Rutledge had a cigarette in his hand. He didn’t turn his head.
Shawn leaned against the balcony railings, mirroring Rutledge’s posture. “He’s really ill, you know.”
He noticed the subtle stiffening of Rutledge’s shoulders only because he was watching him closely.
“Yes,” Rutledge said tonelessly. “He’s dying.”
Shawn couldn’t say he was surprised.
“I’m sorry.”
Shrugging, Rutledge took a long drag from his cigarette. “There’s no love lost between us.”
Shawn looked at the moon as it peeked out from the clouds.
“When my parents died, they left huge debts. The house had to be sold to pay off creditors, so I ended up homeless, barely legal, and with two toddlers to care for. Sometimes I hate them. For dying, for being so irresponsible and putting me in this position.” He felt his throat thicken and had to swallow the lump.
Breathing in the clear night air, he tilted his face upward to feel the breeze brush across his skin. “But I miss them. So fucking much.”
Rutledge didn’t say anything.
Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted.
“He’s your dad,” Shawn said.
Rutledge stubbed the cigarette out. “I didn’t bring you here so that you can lecture me about the importance of family.” His voice was clipped. Irritated.
“No. You brought me here to annoy your dad and prove your point. Don’t you think it’s petty and nasty?”
“He’s no victim. Dying doesn’t make him less of a piece of shit.”
“It doesn’t,” Shawn agreed.
“And you know nothing about our relationship.”
“You’re right: I know nothing. We’ve already established I’m just a dumb pretty boy.”
Rutledge turned to him. Shawn could feel the heat of his glare even in the dark.
“You’re incredibly annoying,” Rutledge said before yanking Shawn to him and crushing their lips together.
Several minutes later, Shawn opened his eyes and said, “This is annoying, too. You’re using my oral fixation thing against me.”
Rutledge kissed him again, and everything went dizzy, hot, and overwhelming.
Some unidentifiable time later, Shawn opened his eyes again and found himself lying in bed. Naked. And Rutledge was licking his nipple.
“We aren’t having sex,” Shawn said.
“Of course we aren’t,” Rutledge agreed. He was naked, too.
Shawn’s dazed gaze skimmed over his broad shoulders, densely muscled chest, and taut stomach, before lingering on his hard red cock. He felt his mouth water.
“No, seriously,” Shawn tried again but bit his lip when Rutledge wrapped a hand around his erection. God. “We aren’t having sex.”
Rutledge stroked Shawn’s cock a few times before letting go and spreading Shawn’s thighs.
Shawn tensed.
Rutledge stroked his inner thighs, his hands strong, and big, and so good—
“Don’t even think about it,” Shawn managed.
“Just lie back and enjoy, Wyatt.”
Shawn laughed. “Right. Like I don’t know what you really want. You want to stick your dick in me.”
Rutledge’s eyes seemed black as they met his. “I do want to ‘stick my dick’ in you. Before the night is over, you’ll want me to stick my dick in you, too.”
Shawn snorted, looking at Rutledge’s thick cock. “There’s no way in hell I’ll let that thing anywhere near my ass.”
“We’ll see.” Rutledge’s finger pressed firmly against the spot behind Shawn’s balls, making Shawn gasp. “I think you will. And you’ll look good on my cock.”
Shawn flushed. “Fuck you. You’re such an asshole. Bossy and—”
“Stop pretending you don’t like it.” Rutledge’s big hands stroked Shawn’s thighs again. “You like having someone in charge of you. You like to not have to be responsible for once and just let go.”
Shawn opened his mouth to protest but he couldn’t deny it. His dick seemed to like Rutledge’s bossiness a whole lot. “It doesn’t mean I want your dick in my ass. I’m not even sure how that’s supposed to feel good. There’s no way it’ll fit.”
“It’ll fit, don’t worry.” Rutledge’s eyes looked dazed with lust as they roamed over Shawn’s naked body. “I must fuck you. The sooner, the better.”
Shawn licked his lips. “I don’t think—”
“Turn onto your stomach,” Rutledge said.
“I—”
“Turn onto your stomach,” Rutledge said again, in the tone of voice he used in classroom.
Shawn’s cock twitched. He rolled over, closed his eyes, and told himself he could stop Rutledge any moment if things got too weird. He would.
Hands kneaded and stroked his ass before something wet and soft touched his buttock.
Shawn tensed. “Wait—”
“Relax, you’ll like it. All straight boys like it.” Rutledge chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, it won’t make you gay.”
Shawn found himself blushing. “Um, I had a shower, and I’m clean, but—”
“You have a beautiful ass.” Rutledge bit his buttock. “I’ve wanted to do this to you for ages.”
Rutledge’s lips closed down around his hole and sucked, and Shawn’s brain gave up the battle. Rutledge’s tongue pressed forward, tracing around his hole before giving it a long lick, and Shawn moaned, his thighs spreading wider of their own volition. Christ, nothing should feel this good.
Soft, and slick, he felt Rutledge’s tongue licking him, lapping at his hole with abandon. Then Rutledge’s thumbs held him open to the assault.
Fuck. Rutledge’s tongue worked into him slowly, giving soft jabs at his center, parting the muscle, coaxing it to relax, sliding inside. Eating him out. So filthy, so wrong, but Shawn made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob, rutting against the mattress, his cock rock hard and throbbing.
“More,” he gasped, shifting his body until he was on his knees, legs spread and head hung low. The stubble on Rutledge’s face scratched the soft flesh of his buttocks, intensifying the sensations and reminding him once again that it was a man licking his hole. It was his professor eating him out.
The thought sent a rush of blood to his cock and he whimpered, pushing back against Rutledge’s mouth as Rutledge fucked him with his tongue. It wasn’t enough. His hole felt oversensitive, clenching for something hard to grab hold of.
They moved together, that wicked tongue trying to get deeper into him with every forward thrust. He was whimpering and shaking so badly, on edge and unable to come. He ached, and Rutledge’s tongue wasn’t big enough, couldn’t get deep enough, and Shawn needed more. “More.”
Rutledge pulled away from him, and then there were slick fingers massaging Shawn’s entrance with a circular motion, and Shawn moaned.
He was having trouble thinking, his body taking over and trying to impale itself on Rutledge’s fingers.
Rutledge pushed the fingers in—one, then another, scissoring them quickly before pulling them out again.
Panting, Shawn waited. He heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing open. It should have made him panic—what was about to happen—but he was past the point of freaking out. He was so empty. So hard.
Rutledge flipped him onto his back. Shoving a pillow under Shawn’s hips, he lined himself up between his legs, his dark eyes glazed with desire.
Shawn willed himself to relax as the thick head of Rutledge’s cock slowly started to stretch him. He felt himself pulled taut, burning, as Rutledge slowly pushed into him, Shawn’s insides reluctantly giving way to the intrusion.
“Oh,” Shawn breathed out when Rutledge was fully inside. He gripped Rutledge’s arms, his thighs trembling. It hurt a little.
Rutledge took a deep breath in, his muscles rigid under Shawn’s fingers. Rutledge’s body was tense as hell, as though he was fighting for control.
Shawn’s eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open as he panted hotly.
He was practically impaled on Rutledge’s cock, pleasure chasing the pain as he was stretched to his limit.
He felt so full, Rutledge’s cock heavy inside him in all the right ways.
It still ached, creating an exquisite agony that made his cock throb and leak against his stomach.
The sensation of fullness was satisfying in a way he couldn’t explain.
“I’m good,” Shawn said, and to his surprise, he was. The intensity, the feeling of vulnerability was doing strange things to him, and he was melting, and he wanted—
Rutledge started moving.
Shawn could only open and close his mouth uselessly as the weird, intense pleasure started building up.
Rutledge’s cock nudged against his prostate, hard, and Shawn cried out, fingers digging into Rutledge’s shoulders.
“Oh god, oh god,” he muttered between unintelligible words and noises as Rutledge thrust in and out, fucking him in earnest now.
It still hurt, but Shawn could only concentrate on the intense, maddening pleasure building up inside of him.
He was aching all over, need pumping in him as Rutledge’s cock buried deep in him, but not deep enough, never enough, and it was good, so good, so very good—
Tossing his head back, Shawn bit his lip as Rutledge practically bent him in half, directing his cock at an angle that made Shawn whimper.
Rutledge leaned down and started kissing him in time with his thrusts, his tongue delving deeply, and all Shawn could do was hold on and ride with the storm.
He completely lost track of time, his whole world narrowing to Rutledge—Derek—his hot mouth, his cock, his hands roaming all over Shawn’s body.
Shawn wasn’t even speaking anymore, just taking it and moaning.
His hole was twitching around Rutledge’s cock as Rutledge pounded into him without restraint, kissing and biting Shawn’s neck and shoulders.
Shawn’s dick was near bursting and he tried to touch himself, but Rutledge didn’t let him.
Shawn could feel his belly tightening, feel his hole begin to pulse, throbbing down around the hard cock that continued to fuck him, never letting up, taking his breath and his sanity and his inhibitions.
Shawn groaned, digging his fingers into Rutledge’s shoulders. “I can’t—”
“You can.” Rutledge gave a brutal thrust against Shawn’s prostate, his fingers gripping Shawn’s hips painfully. “Come on.”
And Shawn came, his body shuddering as his orgasm ripped through him.
Rutledge slammed into him a few times before groaning and going very still on top of him.
Shawn lay limply under him, his breathing still erratic, his body quivering in aftershocks.
He felt himself drift off to sleep, feeling warm, good, and satisfied.