Chapter 20 #3
A strange expression crossed Fox’s face, and it looked to Winter that he might be disappointed.
Winter would be more than happy to continue what they were doing.
He’d be glad to pin Fox to the couch and fuck his brains out, but he’d been through a traumatic experience and needed to rest. Winter didn’t want to take advantage of him.
Fox moved off of Winter’s lap, allowing the vampire to climb to his feet. As he did at the end of every night, Winter checked the security system as well as the systems at his brothers’ homes. Everything looked okay.
At the stairs, he threaded his fingers with Fox’s and walked up to the second floor with him. They stopped just outside of Fox’s bedroom, and Winter found he couldn’t let go of Fox’s hand. He looked at their fingers entwined, a small smile playing on his lips.
“You have the most adorable smile,” Fox said.
Winter rolled his eyes, but his smile grew. “I was just thinking that I’ve never held a man’s hand before. It’s nicer than I was expecting.”
“It is pretty fantastic.”
“Would you feel more comfortable sleeping in your bed alone or would you rather—” Winter didn’t even get the chance to finish the question. Fox tugged on his hand, pulling Winter to the master bedroom, Winter’s chuckles following behind them.
“I don’t want to sleep alone tonight,” Fox muttered.
Winter was not complaining about this arrangement.
He’d learned the hard way the previous day that he didn’t care for sleeping away from Fox if he could help it.
After a restless day, he’d finally crawled into Fox’s bed when the man had fallen asleep and cuddled close only to slip away again before Fox woke at the sunset.
Stripping off his T-shirt, Winter pulled back the sheets on the side of the bed closest to the door while Fox moved around to the other side.
“Besides, I thought this would save you the trip of moving to my bed later,” Fox murmured.
Winter froze with one knee on the bed, his head snapping up to look at Fox’s wicked grin. “You knew?”
“Woke up at one point to these wonderful arms wrapped around me.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. That was creepy.”
Fox tossed the covers aside and crawled across the bed. He kissed Winter, silencing any additional apologies. “I thought it was sweet.”
“Good.” His shoulders slumped with relief. He’d felt bad about doing it and knew he should have apologized that night, but they’d immediately gotten caught up in their little expedition to Luke’s for information. He’d hoped Fox wouldn’t mind.
“How about I just sleep in here until you tell me that you need a little space?”
Winter smiled, pressing his lips to Fox’s again. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
“Then get your ass in the bed and go to sleep.”
Still smiling, Fox bounced off the bed and quickly stripped off the sleep pants he was wearing.
He climbed into the bed, wearing only a pair of thin briefs.
Winter flipped off the light, trying to think of anything but the beauty of his skin and the dance of muscles as he moved.
Nothing was going to happen. They were going to sleep and if he was lucky, he was going to hold Fox.
That was it. The man had been through enough tonight.
Winter got into bed, still wearing his sweat pants. It was fucking uncomfortable and hot under the blankets, but he felt like it made it more likely that he was going to behave himself.
Fox shimmied closer and Winter immediately turned to spoon his slim body, wrapping one arm around his waist.
“Do you always sleep in pants?”
“No.”
Fox made a sound like muffled laughter. “Then why are you doing it now? Please don’t say it’s to protect my delicate sensibilities.”
“Maybe it’s to protect mine.” Fox’s laugh rang out, and Winter’s world was a better place for it. He wanted Fox laughing all the time.
“Are you saying I’m more than you can handle?” As he spoke, Fox was sure to press his ass even more into Winter’s groin and wiggle it. Winter moved his hand down from his waist to his hip, trying to stop his movements with no success.
“I’m saying you’re too much temptation, and I’m trying to be considerate. You’ve been through a traumatic event tonight. You need rest and time to recover.”
“You know what helps with recovery?”
“I’m afraid to ask,” Winter mumbled.
Fox rolled over so that he was now facing Winter. His hands slid up his chest, pausing to pinch one nipple. “Hot, sweaty, ‘fuck me against the wall until I can’t remember my name’ sex.”
Winter clenched his teeth to hold in the moan rising in his throat. He’d started to get hard the moment Fox pulled him toward his bedroom, but he was trying to be good. Considerate. Compassionate.
Fox’s hand moved across the front of his sweats, caressing his dick. The moan broke from his lips, and his hips punched forward of their own accord as if his cock was seeking even more contact and friction.
“Oh, so you do want me,” Fox teased.
He barely got the words out before Winter was shoving his tongue into Fox’s mouth while he kept thrusting into Fox’s hand.
This was heaven. Their mouths locked, tongues sliding together in a sinuous dance, bare skin brushing with the promise of so much more to come.
Why the hell was he saying no earlier? That’s right. Trauma.
“Are you sure?” Winter panted.
Fox licked across Winter’s lips. “Definitely.”
If Fox was definitely sure, who was he to argue with the man? Winter tried to kiss Fox again, but he was already pushing Winter onto his back and throwing off the covers. Fox’s nimble fingers hooked inside the waistband of his sweats and briefs, pulling them off.
But Fox didn’t crawl up the bed to his mouth. He remained kneeling between Winter’s legs, smoothing both hands along the inside of his legs.
“Aren’t you coming back up here?”
“Nope. I’ve been dreaming of sucking your dick.”
Winter felt like he should argue, at least give some kind of token reason why Fox should return to his mouth, but he couldn’t form the damn words.
Fox bent and kissed along the inside of his right leg, then nuzzled one of his balls with the tip of his nose.
His tongue swiped along the side of his sac, and Winter gasped for air as pleasure shot through his body.
It was as if every nerve ending was currently tied to his cock and balls. Holy fuck!
Throwing his head back against the pillows, Winter grabbed Fox’s hair, trying hard to not pull.
Fox worked his way up, slowly licking and kissing until he finally took the tip into his mouth.
His tongue swirled around the head, driving him closer to the edge of his orgasm.
He didn’t want it to be over so soon, but Fox was driving him crazy.
Fox looked up at Winter, his eyes sparkling with joy and wicked amusement, just before he swallowed his entire length.
Winter shouted and jerked, hitting his head on the wall behind him. “Fuck! I didn’t think it’d be like this,” Winter groaned.
Fox stopped and lifted his mouth completely from Winter’s cock, confusion clear on his face. Winter had wanted it all to slow down, but not stop completely.
“Have you never had a blowjob?” Fox demanded.
“No.”
Fox’s mouth bobbed in silent shock for a second before he finally spat out “How?”
“I told you, I only have anonymous sex.”
Fox gave a little shake of his head and closed his eyes. “You can still have an anonymous hookup that includes a blowjob.”
“But it complicates the feeding side of things.”
A crooked smile lifted one side of Fox’s mouth. “Yeah, you got me there.” He started to lean down to Winter’s cock, but Winter reached for him again.
“Wait!”
“What’s wrong? You don’t want—”
“No, I do. God, I don’t want you to ever fucking stop,” he groaned. It took a shake of his head to get his thoughts to clear again. “But I want to try that…for you.”
Fox’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yes.”
The wicked smile returned, and he suddenly became a flurry of motion. “I’ve got an idea.” He shoved the blankets to the floor and made Winter lay on his side. Fox lay on his side facing him, but his feet were placed by the pillow, perfectly lining his cock up with Winter’s lips.
“Lower your expectations. I’ve never done this,” Winter muttered softly.
“Winter, the fact that you’re breathing on my dick right now has me wanting to come,” Fox said with a laugh. “Just start slow, and stop if you don’t feel comfortable at any time.”
Winter’s heart raced for an entirely different reason as he turned his full attention to Fox’s dick standing straight in front of him.
He’d gotten a good glimpse of it when washing him in the shower, but he’d tried not to look too closely.
The shower had been about making him feel safe and secure—not sex.
He’d never done this before. Never been tempted in the least to do this.
But he wanted to with Fox. When all those amazing sensations flooded through his body, he’d immediately wanted to do the same for Fox.
Yet, now that he was here in the moment, he was frozen.
What if he was bad at this? What if Fox hated it?
“You don’t have to put it in your mouth.
Just touch me with your hand, baby,” Fox said.
His words were so gentle and coaxing, helping to free Winter from his paralysis.
As he spoke, Fox settled his head on Winter’s thigh and nuzzled him, pressing tiny kisses up to his shaft.
Warm decadent bliss unfurled throughout Winter, and he relaxed.
He could do this. Just follow Fox’s lead.
Wrapping his fingers around Fox’s dick, he carefully stroked, him placing a small kiss to his sac.
A happy little moan left Fox, and Winter felt encouraged.
He took a deep breath, loving the scent of soap and musk wafting from Fox.
The short fuzzy hair tickled his face, and he moved upward, slowly licking and kissing the same way Fox had on him just minutes ago.
He worked his way up his dick, where he slowly licked around the head before taking it into his mouth.
Fox did the same and they both moaned. The vibrations from the sound caressed Winter’s dick, and he knew there was no way he was going to last long.
He tried to focus on Fox’s cock in his mouth, stroking the shaft with his tongue as he moved, but Fox was driving him crazy.
The orgasm was building faster and faster.
He tried to suck his lover harder while stroking him with his hand.
He wanted to make Fox come, wanted to taste him.
But Fox cheated.
The evil fucker wet one of his fingers and started playing with Winter’s hole.
Just light pressing, but it was enough to shove him over the edge into orgasmic bliss.
He barely managed to pull off Fox’s dick as he shouted, coming hard down Fox’s throat.
His fist tightened around Fox’s cock and he continued to jerk him.
A low moan was his only warning before Fox was shattering in his arms. Hot cum splashed across his mouth, neck, and chest. Winter licked his lips, bringing his salty taste into his mouth between broken pants.
After a moment, Fox flopped onto his back and breathlessly laughed. “That…that was fucking amazing.”
“Yes,” Winter panted. “But…I’m not very good at it.”
Fox’s head popped up and looked at him like he was insane.
“Are you shitting me?” He then blinked and laughed again.
“Damn. I made a mess on you.” He scrambled to the edge of the bed and reached to the floor.
He came up with what looked like one of their T-shirts and started wiping off Winter’s chest and neck.
“You’re amazing,” Winter purred.
Fox stopped trying to clean him up and kissed him deep. Winter could taste himself as well as Fox’s satisfaction.
“So were you.” Fox’s eyes narrowed when Winter opened his mouth to argue. To his shock, Fox leaned down and licked him across the lips. “Tastes like you made me come. It certainly looks like it.”
“Smartass.”
Fox tossed the soiled T-shirt aside and stretched out alongside Winter, his arm thrown across Winter’s chest. “You made me feel good. That’s all that matters.” He released a happy sigh, and Winter relaxed. “Thank you for my first sixty-nine.”
Winter chuckled, pleased he could share a first with this man. “Thank you for my first lesson in blowjobs.”
A yawn stretched Fox’s jaw and he made a strange, happy noise. “Anytime you want a demonstration, or even if you just want to practice, I’m happy to help.”
Growling, Winter pulled Fox close and flipped them so that Fox was on his back and Winter was on top.
Fox cackled wildly, and joy exploded in Winter’s chest, pushing out the last of the darkness from the night’s events.
He kissed Fox over and over again. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of his lips, the taste of him, the little noises he made.
The sex was amazing, but Winter was endlessly addicted to kissing Fox. He would never get enough.
When he finally lifted his lips, it was to find Fox smiling up at him.
“Look at that,” Fox started. “Trauma all gone. Almost like magic.”
“You’re the magical one here.”
Fox placed his hand against Winter’s cheek, his thumb tracing along the point of his chin. “I think you underestimate yourself, Winter Varik.”
Winter could only turn his head and place a kiss to Fox’s palm. He had no response. He hoped Fox was right. “We need to get some sleep. We have to figure out how we’re going to save the world tomorrow.”
Sitting up, Winter reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed one of the blankets. He settled it around their naked bodies before pulling Fox close again. He didn’t know how they were going to save his family, but he didn’t want to do it without Fox at his side.