26. Astor
TWENTY-SIX
ASTOR
The rest of my week feels like a fever dream, but oftentimes, my life doesn’t feel real.
“Come back to bed.” Ru lays naked, sprawled out with his little pint of tomatoes again.
“Why are you eating in my bed?” I exit my closet after hanging up my soft armor.
“It’s not like I’m going to have crumbs.” He picks up a polaroid and snaps a picture of me.
“What are you doing?” I curl into myself, startled.
“It’s called a camera. You might not have them in Europe yet. But they take photos—”
I cut him off. “I know what a damn camera is. Why are you taking pictures of me?”
“I like taking pictures of you.” He smiles like he’s fucking innocent. Something he’s probably never been a day in his life.
“Pictures? You’ve only taken one…” I somehow know I’m opening Pandora’s box.
“Anyone can call you beautiful. I’m going to take a million pictures of you unknowingly and put them on my walls.”
“How many pictures have you taken?” I cross my arms.
He snaps another one. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to, baby.”
I look at the ceiling, fighting a smile. But I can’t encourage this behavior. “I’m going to shower. Don’t you have breakfast with your friend you put off?”
“Fuck!” He jumps up, checking his watch.
“Kiho hates when I’m late!” But he doesn’t get dressed, instead, he grabs me and pulls me into a kiss.
“Guess you’re going to have to let me shower with you…
” He keeps kissing me so I can’t object.
“You can’t say no. Think of how sad I will be to lose my childhood best friend because he’s fed up with my lateness. ”
“This feels like coercion…”
“No, baby! If I wanted to coerce you, I’d pin you to the wall and take what I wanted.” He pins me against the sink to drive his point home.
“Are you saying you get off on taking advantage of me?” I keep my tone harsh, but unfortunately, I’m hard, and I’m sure he can feel it.
“Your lips lie, but your cock doesn’t.” He rocks against me.
“Fuck you.”
“If you’re asking…”
I bite his lip. “No.”
“No-no or no-yes?”
“No.” Panic crawls up my throat. “You can’t be late for Kiho.”
“I can cancel.” He digs his phone out of his pocket.
“You’ve already canceled on him three times this week. Do you really want to again?”
He growls, breaking our kiss only long enough to peel off my shirt, then somehow returns to the kiss while reaching over to turn the water on. It’s actually impressive how well he can multitask when he wants to.
“You shower first. I’ll get in after you.” I’m breathless when we finally break apart.
“I’ve seen you naked. You know that, right?”
“In the dark. This is glaringly harsh light.”
“You’re right. Let me get my camera!” I grab him before he can dart back into the bedroom.
“Ru. You’re going to be late.
He stops and stares at me, a huge smile lifting onto his face.
“What?”
“You called me Ru!” He’s all over me. Hands everywhere. Kissing and grinding against me again.
“I’ve called you that before,” I say between kisses, still confused.
“Only when you’re about to come. You weren’t even close this time!” He lifts me with one hand and strips me with his other in an impressive feat, then flips the light out before he carries me into the shower. “See how good I am at compromising, baby?”
“Why does this feel like a trap?”
“Because I want you locked in a cage in my room?” He drops to his knees and swallows my whole cock before I can ask about anything.
“Fuck.” My legs go weak, and I fall half a step backward to lean against the wall.
“That sounds like a yes to the cage idea.”
“I didn’t say yes! This is coercion.” I groan pushing my fingers into his hair.
He comes off my dick to say, “We’ll workshop it. Maybe just hand-cuffed to my bed.”
My cock thickens in his mouth, and I’m never beating the allegations that I like this treatment. He moans over me, and I nearly come on the spot. I fist a handful of his hair and fuck myself into his mouth, desperate for the release.
He opens his throat, taking every fucking inch of me, while his sounds vibrate through my dick. I chase how good Rurik makes me feel.
His fingers brush over my hole and I can’t hold back any longer. It might be embarrassing, but I come on the spot. Rurik doesn’t seem to mind. He treats it like a game he won when he can get me to come in minutes.
“I want inside you.” He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I taste myself there.
“No.” But my no’s are getting less convincing, even to me.
“You don’t mean that no.” He bucks, sending his cock gliding against my stomach, fingers sliding between my cheeks again. He fucks me with his fingers nearly every time he goes down on me now, and it’s not like it’s that different, but still, I can’t bring myself to say yes.
“I do.” I sink to my knees because it’s the easier way to get him to drop the conversation before I admit anything.
“Baby. You on your knees in the shower might be my new favorite view of you.” He plays with the wet strands of my hair.
I roll my eyes and take just the tip of him into my mouth, looking up at him. I don’t move, don’t do a thing but meet his eyes.
“You filthy fucking baby boy.” He thrusts deep into the back of my throat. My eyes roll back, loving when he takes me like this. His thumbs softly rub my face while he abuses my mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He takes a hold of my head, to get leverage to slide in and out of my lips with ease, going deeper and deeper. I open my throat and swallow around him, getting hard again at all his sounds.
“I love watching you take me.” He rubs his thumb over my cheek bone, so soft compared to the thrusting of his hips.
I groan, trying to keep up with my tongue as he fucks my face.
“I cannot get enough of you.” He loses it.
Rurik pulls me to my feet to kiss me with his cum still on my tongue. “I need to be buried inside you so deep you can’t tell where you end and I begin.” His words are barely audible but they make my dick throb.
Even still I can’t say yes. Not after my nightmares.
Rurik kisses me deeply before leaving, late.
He returns much later. After classes, presumably. And I need to admit I’m fucking stuck.
“I’m running out of time, aren’t I?”
He glances up from the tea he’s making, more sugar than liquid. “It’s getting close.”
I go back to the puzzle, and he tries to pretend he’s not attempting to look over my shoulder.
“I need your help, Rurik.”
He jumps up. “Baby, are you trying to turn me on?”
“Literally no.” I already regret asking.
“So you don’t need my help with your hard-on?” He grins slyly.
“I’m not hard.” I give him a stern look.
“Shoot me in the face next time. It would be more kind.” He sits back down with an expression like I’ve kicked his puppy.
“Are you going to help me or not?”
“Are you going to say my name again?”
“Rurik, will you help me with this?”
He walks over, picks me up, sits down, then sits me in his lap. “With what?”
“You can’t be chill about anything, can you?”
“No, absolutely not.”
“I am stuck with the cipher word. I can’t figure it out. It doesn’t make any sense to me. I’ve tried to crack the code, put it into a million things, but nothing makes sense.”
The code is: VF+63PPNOITACOLSPGMP7YADIRF
He picks up the notebook and looks at it for a second. “Have you looked at it in the mirror?”
I jump off his lap and go to the bathroom.
Backward, it reads: Friday 7pm GPS Location PP36+FV
I’m a fucking idiot. That’s tomorrow—I could have missed it.
“Thank you.”
“You had it. I didn’t do anything.” He smiles, getting up to crawl into bed.
Later that night, we’re tangled up in each other and I’m about to fall asleep when he says, “You want me to take it, don’t you?”
I know what he’s asking. I part my lips, but my mouth has gone dry, and my throat doesn’t seem to be able to form words. “Maybe.”
He kisses the top of my head but doesn’t press.
I’m still not asleep an hour later, my still mind racing. “I need you to hold me down and make me.”
He doesn’t say anything, and I’m not sure he’s awake. I kick myself because I’m not sure I’ll be able to fucking say it again.
“Are you sure?” he asks after another minute.
I nod slowly. “I don’t think I can do it without fighting you.”