Chapter Twenty-Two
Twenty-Two
Miles
Sometimes, I loved my friends, and other times, I wondered if I could get away with locking them in a room until they got over whatever unresolved shit had them fighting like alley cats.
Sighing, I put the car in park and got out, pushing away all thoughts of Neel and Paxton's latest argument—that I'd once again gotten dragged into—as I made my way into the house.
Snowball hurried over with a rapidly wagging tail, and I leaned down to pet his head.
He was growing up fast now that he was getting regular meals, and his fur had grown out too.
It was a few inches long now, telling me he must be a mixed breed.
His fur reminded me of those small, Maltese dogs, but his size was closer to a lab's, making me wonder what breed his parents were.
The house was quiet, which was strange since neither Duckie nor Mat had mentioned going out today. Removing my shoes and hanging up my jacket, I padded into the living room, smiling when I spotted them.
Mateo was spread out on the couch, with Duckie lying against his side, half on top of him. One of the Heartstopper volumes lay on Mateo's chest, his hand still gripping it, as if they'd fallen asleep while reading.
Pulling my phone out, I made sure it was on silent before clicking a picture. Then, I grabbed the throw blanket and covered them with it before taking Snowball to the backyard.
Once he was done relieving himself, we played fetch for a while as I soaked in the sunlight, breathing in the fresh air and letting go of all my frayed nerves from dealing with Neel and Pax.
They needed to figure out whatever issue they had with each other, because if they went on like this, they'd never be able to launch the B&B, much less keep it running.
I wasn't sure how long I sat there, but at some point Snowball got tired of playing and joined me on the deck, laying his head on my legs as he sprawled beside me. I slid my fingers into his thick fur, rubbing up and down his back and letting the repetitive motion comfort me.
A squirrel slithered down the branch of a nearby tree, making Snowball go alert in an instant.
We both watched as it searched the base of the tree, finding a couple of seeds that it stuffed into its mouth before racing back up the tree and disappearing into the leaves.
Snowball slumped back into my lap as soon as the squirrel disappeared from view, making me chuckle.
"Not brave enough to tackle her, hmm?" I teased, and he huffed, like he could understand me and did not appreciate the insinuation that he was scared of a rodent.
"Hey."
I glanced back, smiling up at Duckie as he stepped through the doorway, the greenish hue of his hair gleaming in the sun.
"Hey, Duckie. Good nap?"
"Yeah. We didn't mean to fall asleep. Have you been home long?"
I shrugged, then patted Snowball. "Snow kept me company. Were you reading?"
"Yeah. I'm getting better. I think," he added with a wry smile, settling on my other side and leaning into me.
"You are. Your vocabulary is growing too."
He smiled before turning his gaze toward the sky, his black eyes shining.
In the sun, I could see flecks of brown and green in his dark irises, colors I hadn't seen before.
He was so beautiful I had a hard time looking away sometimes.
The way my heart picked up speed every time he was around. .. it was a novel experience.
I knew supe relationships—especially between fated mates—progressed faster than human ones, and that a proper timeline wasn't a thing when it came to how fast your feelings for your mate developed. But was what I felt for Duckie love? Even though we'd only known each other for about six weeks?
Was I ready to tell Duckie? Was he ready to hear it? His life had changed so much in the past few weeks, and the last thing I wanted to do was overwhelm him with yet another revelation.
"Where did you go?" Duckie murmured, brushing his lips against my jaw, and I turned, meeting his lips with my own. Instead of putting them in words, I filled the kiss with my feelings, with every overwhelming, earth-shattering emotion I was feeling.
Duckie hummed, his hand sliding behind my neck as he pulled me closer, as his tongue pushed into my mouth, tangling with my own as his other hand fell to my thigh, his fingers digging into the skin as he closed the distance between us.
I had half a mind to climb into his lap, but Mateo was sleeping inside, and there was a limit to how far I'd go in front of my brother.
Duckie must have felt the same because he pulled back after a moment, trailing his lips down my jaw before finally separating from me, his eyes dark and hooded as they met mine.
"How about we go upstairs?"
I nodded mutely, and Duckie's lips curved up in a satisfied smile as he stood up, then pulled me to my feet. Snowball trailed after us, then went over to Mateo, climbing onto the couch and curling up beside him as we hurried up the stairs, careful not to make any noise.
In our bedroom, Duckie slid the door shut, then leaned against it, pulling me into him as he kissed me again.
I grabbed onto his hips, steadying myself as his lips danced against mine, his warm scent filling my lungs as the heat of his skin seared against mine, making my blood race through my veins as my cock hardened, straining against my pants in search of friction.
I pushed forward, rocking against Duckie's thigh, and he groaned.
In a move that left me breathless, he spun us around, then pushed me into the door, his chest firmly pressed against mine. His gaze searched mine as he licked my lips, then bit the lower one, and I groaned.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he took a small step back, and I sucked in a breath as he went on his knees in front of me, reaching for my waistband as my heart took off, racing out of my chest in a mad gallop as he lowered my pants and his gaze dropped to my hard, leaking cock.
Duckie licked his lips, and it took all my self-control to not come right then and there.
Duckie
Despite the fact that I'd never done this before, I wasn't nervous. I'd taken my time learning Miles's body, and I was confident I could make him feel good.
Leaning forward, I brushed my lips against the head of his cock ever so gently, and Miles moaned, his legs trembling with the effort of staying upright.
I grabbed his hips, pressing him into the door as I wrapped my lips around his head, teasing at his hole with the tip of my tongue and humming at the salty taste of his precum. He was so damned turned on, and knowing that it was all because of me made me feel ten feet tall.
"Duckie..." He reached forward, clasping my shoulder with his right hand while the fingers of his left slid into my hair, tugging me closer. I was glad Rhiannon had dropped by to set up the silencing ward before helping us with the portal. I loved hearing the sounds Miles made when I touched him.
Slowly, so very slowly, I took more of him into my mouth, licking the sides of his cock as he made soft, needy sounds, his fingers tightening in my hair.
I bobbed my head over his length in slow, shallow thrusts, and he groaned, struggling against my hold on his hips as he tried to thrust harder.
I flicked my gaze to his, raising a brow at him, and he made a frustrated sound as he stopped struggling, giving himself over to me. I rewarded him by taking him even deeper, stopping when my throat squeezed in protest.
My own cock strained in my pants, and I dropped one hand to pull myself out, giving my length a few strokes as I continued blowing Miles.
"I'm close," he gasped, his head thunking against the door as his fingers pulled at my hair, and I re-doubled my efforts, picking up speed as I sucked on the head of his cock, then took as much of him in as I could before doing it all over again.
I could feel my own climax drawing close, and I wanted to make Miles come first. I needed him to come first.
"Shit, shit, shit," he mumbled, and then he was coming, his hot, salty cum filling my mouth as his body arched over mine, his fingers digging into my shoulder. I swallowed once, then again, drinking in his release as he shook over me, my own cock forgotten for the moment as it leaked steadily.
"Up, come up," Miles demanded a moment later, pulling me into a kiss as soon as I was on my feet. His hand fell from my shoulder to my cock as his tongue slid into my mouth, and he moaned as he tasted himself on my tongue.
Miles jerked me off hard and fast, and it took only a few seconds before I was spilling into his fist, shaking and trembling as my climax washed over me, as the scent of sex and mate filled my lungs, sinking into my very bones until it became a part of me. Of us.
I pulled back as I caught my breath, and Miles met my gaze as he brought his hand up and ran his tongue over his fingers, sucking my cum into his mouth.
"Holy fuck," I groaned as he released a throaty moan, licking his fingers with gusto. My cock twitched, getting ready to go again, and I closed my eyes, exhaling as I tried to get myself under control.
When I opened my eyes, Miles was still working on his thumb, his lips moving up and down the digit quite like I'd moved over his cock moments ago, and I lost whatever semblance of control I'd managed to gain.
Grabbing his free hand, I pulled him into the bathroom, turning on the shower and undressing him, then pulling him under the drizzle once it'd warmed up.
I nodded to the space in front of me, and his eyes heated as he realized what I wanted.
Licking his lips, he sank to his knees in front of me, reaching for my already-hard cock.
He took me into his mouth, pushing forward until his nose pressed into my skin.
I groaned as the tight heat of his mouth, of his throat, enveloped me.
My whole being was focused on that spot where the two of us became one.
Miles pulled back, then took my hand and placed it on the back of his head, his heated brown eyes meeting mine and expressing exactly what he wanted.
Sliding my fingers into his hair, I held him in place as I drew out of him before slowly sinking back in.
His eyelids fluttered before falling shut, a rosy hue coloring his cheeks as he grabbed my thighs, holding himself in place for me.
I loved how giving Miles was, how easily he handed over control to me, despite the fact that he was the more experienced one. It made me feel powerful, and it made me want to take the very best care of him.
Picking up speed, I fucked his mouth in slow, deep thrusts, filling him to the brim with every stroke. His lips were pink and swollen, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed every time I filled it.
My climax came out of nowhere, barreling into me as I sank into his throat once more, and my cum filled him up as I stayed deep in his throat, rocking gently as I emptied inside him.
Miles panted as I pulled out, dragging in a breath through puffy pink lips, and I grabbed his arms, pulling him to his feet and into a kiss, tasting myself on him like he'd done to me minutes ago.
I reached for his cock, making a surprised sound when I found it spent. I pulled back to meet his eyes, and he smiled, a tad sheepish. "I liked getting my mouth fucked a little too much."
I'd made him come without even touching his cock?
"Fuck," I groaned, then pulled him into another kiss as the hot water continued to rain down on us, washing away the sweat and cum clinging to our skin as I held Miles close and hoped I'd never have to let go.