22. Chapter 22
ONYX
There’s something different about the way our tongues tangle and our hands wander and explore.
All the walls between us are gone. There’s no more saving face or playing it cool, there’s just hot, vulnerable, unrestrained need in every muffled moan and panting breath we trade.
He tugs on my shirt and the fabric catches on the barbell through my left nipple, sending a jolt of heat through me.
I gasp against his mouth and Hero kisses me deeper, like he can’t get enough of me, like he’s trying to devour me.
The couch is too narrow and way too firm to be comfortable—nothing like the deep couch at Hero’s place, with cushions that mold around your body and make you want to burrow in deeper.
This couch belongs in a showroom, not a living room.
The feet scrape noisily against the wood floor with every thrust of our hips, grinding our cocks together through too many layers of clothes.
He sighs around my tongue then breaks the kiss. I let my head loll back with a chuckle of my own, and Hero kisses teasingly down the exposed column of my throat.
“Why don’t you show me your bedroom?” he suggests, laving his tongue over my Adam’s apple and canting his hips to grind the heavy shape of his erection against mine again.
The pressure of the slow drag and the catch of each one of my barbells on the cotton of my briefs makes my skin heat and my gut ache for more. More of his mouth on mine, more of his hands on me, more of everything he’s willing to give.
“It would be a proper farewell to this apartment for you to be the first and only person to fuck me in that overpriced bed.” I sneak my hands under his shirt and find home in the familiar slope of his slightly rounded belly and the feeling of his soft body hair under my palms.
“I’m the only one you want.” He lets out a satisfied purr against the edge of my jaw like he’s just now figuring that information out as he grinds down on me again.
“I’ve told you that a dozen times, sweetness,” I remind him, carding my fingers through his beard and then using my grip to roughly tug his mouth back to mine. I drag my lips back and forth against his teasingly, not quite a kiss, but the promise of one.
His eyes soften and I see the vulnerability shine through, a sheepish smile curling the corners of his lips as he lifts his weight off of me slightly.
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I thought it was just your way of stroking my ego.”
“I don’t lie.”
He nods, brushing our lips together again with the motion.
“I know,” he whispers, and then he catches my mouth in a full kiss.
Our tongues slide and our cocks throb. Even through our clothes, I can feel how hard he is for me.
He’s as desperate to be inside me as I am to have him there.
He loops his arms around me, and I gasp into his mouth as he heaves me off the couch.
I knew he was strong, but damn, I didn’t think he’d be able to lift me so easily.
I wrap my legs around his waist and tangle my fingers in his hair. He tongues my lip ring, and I murmur his name as he carries me blindly towards the bedroom, miraculously managing not to run into any walls or furniture along the way.
“Kaiden,” I whisper into the kiss. “Kaiden.” It feels so fucking good to say his real name. It’s exactly the right shape on my tongue and my lips. “Kaiden.” It’ll feel even better to scream it when he’s balls deep inside me. “Kaiden.”
He feeds me a quiet moan every time I say his name, his grip on my ass tightening, his heart thundering against mine.
The bedroom door is already open, my bed still messy from when I rolled out of it a few hours ago.
Lying in it alone last night, grumbling to myself about the brightness of the city lights and the fact that Hero wasn’t in bed with me feels like a different lifetime now.
That belongs to the past, just like Black Sheep.
Just like the years I spent giving away little pieces of my soul because I thought it was the only way I could keep the music.
It’s a new chapter now. A solo career, a bed in Fall Crosse that will always have Hero in it, and music the way I want to play it.
The music in my head is as unrestrained as Hero’s touch, nothing careful or cautious left.
He tosses me onto the bed, my surprised laughter echoing off the walls as the mattress creaks under my weight.
I crawl backward to make room for him, watching greedily as he strips his shirt over his head and tosses it aside.
“Pants too,” I command, lifting my hips so I can shimmy my own jeans off.
I’m too impatient to have my hands on him again to wait.
As soon as I’m naked, I get on my knees and meet him at the edge of the bed, tugging unhelpfully at his jeans and using my tongue to trace the shape of one of the rose tattoos on his chest. My cock bumps his belly, leaving a streak of precum on his skin, and I catch his stiff nipple gently between my teeth.
Hero gasps and jerks his hips, finally shoving his pants down and kicking them off.
As soon as his cock springs free, I wrap my hand around it, finding his lips at the same time so I can taste the vibration of his moan on my tongue.
His impatient lust tastes like whiskey and sounds like the frantic opening notes of a song I’ll write tomorrow.
“Onyx,” he groans my name, rolling his hips slowly to thrust into my loose grip.
“Kaiden,” I say with a teasing lilt, flicking my tongue over his already damp bottom lip before catching it between my teeth roughly.
He gasps again, crawling onto the bed while I lead him by his cock, stroking my thumb over his crown on every upstroke and squeezing his base with every down.
The rhythm our mouths find together feels like the conversation we’ve been meaning to have for years, the version of everything we said in the living room, except this part doesn’t need words.
This part is primal. It’s gut deep. It’s animal.
I stop stroking him and he pins my hands above my head, using his knees to push my thighs apart and blanketing my body with his.
He breaks the kiss and turns his head to drag his tongue along the shape of the tattoos on my bicep, the same way I used my tongue to trace his before.
He licks the rainbow flag he inked two years ago in Chicago, the guitar he did in Iowa City a couple of summers ago, the turtle he gave me one spring when I made him stop on the way to the hotel room to save a turtle that was trying to cross a busy road.
They’re a patchwork of memories, parts of Hero permanently and beautifully etched on my skin.
“I’ve been falling in love with you since the first second I laid eyes on you,” he says, his voice low and hoarse. He stops his exploration of my tattoos and his eyes meet mine. “I do know you. It was just so much easier to keep you in a box so my heart would be safe.”
“Fuck safe,” I say, tangling my fingers in his hair.
“Fuck safe,” he agrees, and we collide in another kiss.
His cock drags against mine, but this time there’s nothing between us to keep me from feeling the silky tug of every thrust and the heat of his skin against mine.
Our drooling precum mixes every time his cockhead kisses mine, and new notes crash inside my head with every inch of his body that touches me.
“Lube,” I mutter. “Nightstand.”
He chuckles against my lips and manages to pry himself off me just long enough to reach over and grab the nearly full bottle from the drawer.
My cock jerks at the snick of the cap as he flicks it open and pours a generous amount onto his fingers.
He’s as impatient as I am, not wasting any time before he slips his slicked fingers between my legs and into my crease.
He inches my legs farther apart with his thighs and braces his free hand on the pillow next to my head, gazing down at me with adoration in his eyes as his fingertips stroke over my rim.
That look in his eyes, soft and sweet and so desperately vulnerable, is why love songs are written.
My heart pounds and I can’t stop smiling, even when our lips meet again, even when his fingers ease inside of me and make everything hot and achy and more needy than I’ve ever felt before.
I smile against his mouth as I moan, rocking my hips to get his fingers deeper, to get him to hit that spot inside of me that makes the music crescendo.
His knuckles tug at my rim and he strokes my inner muscles, coaxing them to relax, teasing me with the promise of his cock while he rasps praise against my lips.
“Don’t make me wait, Kaid,” I whimper. “Just give it to me.”
He chuckles again, his erection dragging against my thigh and his fingers crooking just right to make me choke on my plea. He doesn’t make me wait though. He eases his fingers out of me slowly and presses the head of his cock against my eager hole.
“Say it again,” he whispers, circling my rim with his cockhead, smearing lube and precum over my sensitive nerve endings to make every inch of me twitchy with impatience.
“What, sweetness?” I dig my fingers into his pecs and curl my toes, arching against him.
“My name.”
“Kaiden,” I whimper. He rocks forward, nudging my rim. “Kaiden,” I pant again, sliding my hands up to his shoulders for a better grip. “Kaiden.”
He moans, low and long, and fills me slowly with his cock, stretching my inner muscles, reaching deep parts of me that send sparks along my skin and change the notes in my head to something more electric.
As soon as he’s fully seated, I wrap my arms and legs around him and just feel the full weight of his body pressing me into the mattress, the way our heartbeats sync up, and for a minute we just lie there, as connected as two people possibly can be.
He rocks back and the stroke of his cock inside me makes my eyelids flutter. It makes my cock spasm against his belly, and my nipples tighten.
“Please,” I gasp.
For a long time, I thought sex with Hero was so good because I was always waiting for it, always craving it, craving him .
But weeks together, making each other cum every day, hasn’t dulled the needy ache I feel for him.
It hasn’t taken the edge off of the passion in every kiss or the desperation out of his touch.
And the way our bodies move together now puts all the other times to shame.
Our moans echo off the bedroom walls and the bed creaks and groans under us, our skin slapping with the wild, frenzied rhythm we find.
There’s no such thing as deep enough or hard enough.
We kiss like this is the last time… except it’s so much better than that.
It’s more like a first time. The first time that we both know this means something, the first time I can whimper his name in between thrusts, the first time there’s no question in either of our minds that there will be a tomorrow for us.
Sweat slicks our skin and our kisses become clumsy from the jarring thrusts and our untempered moans. Hero fills me over and over, hitting that spot that makes my eyes roll back and my body quake, creating new symphonies with every frantic stroke.
“Kaiden,” I wail his name for what has to be the millionth time since I learned it an hour ago. “Oh fuck, I’m… Ungh.”
He grunts and reaches between us, wrapping his hand around my cock.
As soon as his fingers close around my shaft, I’m done for.
My insides clench around him and my vision gets blurry, the notes in my head scattering in a thousand directions at once as I throw my head back and let the pleasure wash over me.
My cum spills over his knuckles and onto both of us, my hole clenches and pulses around him, and with my name on his lips, his thrusts become erratic before he slams home one last time and follows me into the abyss.
We pant and gasp, grinding together through every dizzying pulse of our orgasms until Hero collapses on top of me in a breathless, sticky heap, and the music fades to a lullaby.
HERO
“It’s a hell of a view,” I say, nudging the pizza box towards Onyx so he’ll take the last piece.
“It’s alright.” He shrugs, leaning his head on my shoulder.
We pushed the furniture aside and brought the comforter from his bed out onto the balcony so we could watch the sunset together.
A tiny part of me wants to ask if he’s sure he wants to give all this up, but I’m done doubting him.
If he says he wants to live in Fall Crosse, I’m not going to question him anymore.
It’s not like Seattle won’t still be here if he ever wants to visit.
“Your bed is nicer than mine,” I point out, pulling the blanket a little tighter around my shoulders now that the sun has taken some of its warmth with it. “You should bring it, and we’ll get rid of the one at my place.”
He nods and smiles, biting into the last slice of pizza and licking the grease off of his lips.
“It is a nice bed,” he agrees. “Probably the only thing in this apartment I want.”
I glance over my shoulder into his place again. I get it. Nothing here is really his .
“We’ll go shopping and you can pick out stuff to make our place feel more like home.”
“ Our place .” He repeats the words like they’re lyrics to his favorite song. “I like the sound of that.”
“Me too.” I turn my head and kiss his forehead. “I don’t think I said it earlier—not in so many words, anyway—but I love you.”
He tilts his head to rest his chin on my shoulder and bring his mouth a tempting inch away from mine. “I love you too, Kaiden.”
We flirt with a kiss, both of us grinning as we bump noses.
“Maybe I could come on tour with you when you do go,” I muse, brushing a strand of his hair back.
“There’s no ‘maybe’ about it, sweetness. I need my personal tattoo artist with me at all times.”
I chuckle and finally catch his lips in a full kiss, slow and deep, full of promises for a future that’s more than just a fantasy now. A future full of adventures and late nights, long rides on my Harley, and lazy mornings in bed together.
Onyx’s fingers tap against my bicep in a rhythm I haven’t learned yet, a new song I can’t wait to hear the lyrics to one day.
And hopefully a hundred more songs after that.
Until his old fingers have arthritis and he can’t play anymore, then he can hum them to me while we watch the sunset in our backyard. Together.