Chapter 11
DAMIAN
I never talked much as a child. And as an adult, I spoke even less. My biological parents couldn’t figure out why I rarely communicated using words.
They thought I had a learning disability. Autism. A mental illness. Just about everything the doctors could dig up from their medical journals.
I just didn’t like to talk.
Bastian understood me from the start. He was only three months older. And since our parents were best friends and founded an airline together, we were inseparable from birth.
We spent almost every day together. Every holiday and birthday. There were very few days we weren’t at each other’s houses. I even attended all of his concerts.
You wouldn’t know it by looking at Bash, but he was a prodigy pianist. He started playing when he was only two years old and wrote music. And some nights, he played for me when I couldn’t sleep.
Like tonight.
I sat on his bed and watched his fingers glide across the keys. He was graceful when he played, like a dancer getting lost in the beat, or an artist allowing the muse to take over.
After he finished the song, he looked at me and patted the bench. “I wrote something for you.”
He hadn’t done this in a long time, and excitement rushed through me.
I slid off the bed and sat beside him. “Did you name the song?”
Bash bobbed his head. “I’m calling it The Darkest Prince.”
People in town called us the princes of Devil’s Creek. We were the closest you could get to royalty in America. Our lineage traces back to the Founding Fathers of the United States.
“The Darkest Prince.” Smiles were rare for me, but not when I was with Bash. “It’s fitting.”
“There’s darkness inside you. It was there even before your parents died.” His fingers inched closer to mine on the bench. “Luca is the cruelest prince.” He laughed. “And Marcello is the protective prince.”
I brushed the fallen strand of hair off his forehead and looked into his eyes. They were gray and reminded me of stone. “Which prince are you?”
“The creative prince?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not as mysterious as you. Or as mean as Luca… or as noble as Marcello.”
“How about the possessive prince?”
He rolled his broad shoulders again, looking away from me. Our moment of intimacy was too intense. When we were alone, he enjoyed my touch. But I could tell he needed his space. What we did earlier was too much for him. Any more affection would send him into a spiral of self-loathing.
I lowered my hand, tapping my fingers nervously on my knee. “Play the song for me.”
His fingers swept across the keys with practiced precision. Bastian was brilliant and brought the haunting sound to life. The tune reminded me of The Phantom of the Opera. It was sad and instantly pierced my soul, penetrating my black heart with each keystroke.
When he played the last note, my heart felt like it had cracked open in my chest. I rarely felt anything. With my condition, I didn’t understand normal human emotions. I took most of my social cues from Bash. He helped me understand people and the world since I didn’t get it.
Bastian angled his body to look at me. “What do you think?”
His performance rendered me speechless. He played as if he were onstage at one of his concerts. His music helped me open up to him. Music was therapy for both of us.
Bastian learned how to play from his mom. She was supposed to be at his concert the day our parents’ plane blew up over the Pacific Ocean. Back then, we thought it was an accident. But we now know that terrorists called The Lucaya Group killed them, though their motive remains a mystery.
“Talk to me, D.” He waved his hand in front of my face. “You’re zoning out on me. Did you hate it?”
I shook my head, finally able to speak. “No, it’s perfect.” I scooted closer to him on the bench, overcome by a wave of emotions his song produced inside me. “Play it again.”
He played for me until midnight, and then we crawled into his bed. Bastian was the only person who could quiet my night terrors. And after tonight, I would sleep like the dead.
“Luca wants us to share Alex,” Bastian said.
“Yeah, I know.”
“No, it’s not what you think. After college, he’ll marry her to satisfy the deal with the Wellingtons and knock her up to get a kid with Founders’ blood. But after he gets what he wants, he’s done with her.”
“What’s that have to do with us?”
His fingers found mine. “Are you listening to me, D? Luca said we can have her. I know that’s what you want. I see the way you look at her. You wouldn’t have lost control at school if you didn’t feel something for her.”
There was something about the darkness in Alex that spoke to my soul.
I felt it the night we met.
You can’t break someone who’s already broken. And I liked that about her. She knew what it was like to go through years of trauma only to get fucked over again by life. We had money and power, but we were still not whole.
“I want to keep her,” I admitted. “But Luca will change his mind. And even if he doesn’t, she’ll never accept me, not like this. She couldn’t handle the dirty parts of my life. A girl like that would run the first chance she got.”
“Then we won’t let her.” His fingers laced between mine. “I have a feeling about her, D. She’s right for us.”
I was so excited that I climbed on top of him, my cock already hard and rubbing against his. “I want to try something.”
“If you kiss me,” he groaned, “I’m going to punch you.”
“I won’t kiss you,” I said to ease his concern, and his shoulders slumped against the bed in relief. “But I want to see how this feels.”
His eyes narrowed at me. “You’re not fucking me either.”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “Just let me do this. I promise it will feel good.”
I slid off him for a second and stripped off my boxers, quickly discarding his next. We were both naked, our dicks harder than steel. I leaned over the side of the bed and snatched the bottle of lube from his nightstand drawer.
He gave me a weary look as I moved between his thighs and got on top of him.
“What are you doing, Damian?”
I grabbed his hand and reached between us to wrap it around his shaft. Then I repeated the same process with my dick, but I lined mine up with his so we were flush against each other.
He was around nine inches, and mine was maybe a half inch bigger, where he was thicker. But together, we fit perfectly.
Bash bit his bottom lip, staring up at me with desire. “I don’t get what you’re trying to do, D.”
“For now, this is the closest we’ll get to fucking.” I folded his fingers around the base of both of our dicks. “You stroke us from the bottom. And I’ll do the rest.”
Balancing myself on my left palm, I opened the bottle of lube and drizzled it onto our cocks, getting some of it on our hands. “Get us nice and wet, Bash.”
He helped me lube our dicks.
“Oh, fuck,” Bastian grunted, moving in unison with me, “Jesus, Damian. What the fuck? I’m not gonna last long.”
“Cum all over me, Bash,” I bit out as we worked each other over in harmony, my skin tingling from head to toe. “Fuck, you feel so good. Make a mess for me.”
We were both on the edge, so close to exploding that my balls tightened in response. My entire body tensed up, and a shiver rushed down my spine, slowly spreading down my legs.
“I’m gonna come,” Bash choked out, his gray eyes meeting my green ones. “Fuck.”
His chest rose and fell faster the closer we raced to the finish line. I could barely catch my breath. I was so fucking turned on, my skin scorching from the inferno blazing inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bash cursed as his cum shot out from the tip of his cock, some of it hitting my chin. But most of it landed on his stomach.
“Don’t stop,” I told him once his grip loosened on me. “I’m right there, Bash. Rub your fat cock against mine until I nut all over you.”
His cum dripped onto my skin and mixed with the lube. It was even more slippery as we stroked up and down from the base to the tip. With us joined like this, we became one. This was the first and only time I felt so close to him.
My cum shot out of me violently, and I could hardly control my aim. I collapsed on top of him, the two of us covered in our cum and panting.
“Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard before.”
“Me neither,” he agreed, running his fingers through my short black hair. “That was… fuck, D. You never cease to amaze me. I came so fast I felt like I was in middle school all over again.”
I laughed. “Felt good, didn’t it?”
I needed to hear him say it.
“Fuck, yeah.” He smiled. “This is the only time I get to see the real you. I like it. That’s why I won’t stop, even though I can’t wrap my head around what we’re doing.”
“What we do in the dark can never be seen in the light,” I said, using his words against him. “But one day, you won’t be ashamed of who you are. One day, you’ll be mine and won’t care what people think.”
“One day,” he agreed. “Until then, this stays between us.”