Chapter Thirty-Three

Dan Is, Like, Feeling Things?

Dan

By Sunday night, I was exhausted.

I'd performed three times this weekend, which wasn't unusual—there weren't all that many of us Goliaths—but it wasn't normally this taxing. Vince had stayed in a bad mood all weekend, and it had started to rub off on me and make me irritable. I'd tried to cheer him up at first, but he seemed determined to sulk.

Maybe it was a ghoul thing. Rafe liked to complain too, and he could get pretty grumpy. But Rafe wasn't vicious about it like Vince could be. I loved Vince, but he tended to lash out, and because Crossbody liked to make digs, he was who Vince was lashing out at.

Holt came into the backstage area after the show ended to give his usual ‘good job' speech. Sometimes, I got the sense that Holt was kind of winging it as the manager of anything, let alone a professional wrestling organisation. But he always took the time to come and congratulate us after each show, and we all appreciated feeling valued.

Except the time one of the wires keeping the cage suspended to the ceiling snapped during a show, and the whole thing had dropped a few feet and started creaking ominously as Kit and Vince scrambled out of the ring directly beneath it as fast as possible. Luckily, one of the bartenders was a shadowperson, and he'd shot up into the air to hold on to it and stop it crashing down until it could be hastily fixed.

That night, Holt had walked into the backstage area after the show ended, his hair a complete mess, and bluntly told us, "I'm going to get drunk."

Taylor was with him this time, looking as adorable as ever and a little tired as he rubbed his face, waiting patiently for Holt to finish. Once the boss was done with his speech, we were finally able to start getting ready to leave. Some of us headed down to the bar after the show sometimes to meet the fans who lingered the longest. I was one of them, usually, because I admittedly loved the attention, but tonight I wasn't feeling it.

By the time I'd taken a quick shower and dressed in comfy sweats and a tee, I was flagging. As I left my dressing room, Vince was just walking into his, still wearing his wrestling outfit.

"Night, man," I said before he vanished inside.

"Night," he muttered back. "Sorry I was a dick all weekend."

I sighed, making my way down the corridor as he shut the door behind him. He didn't seem to have perked up yet. Hoped he wouldn't be like this all next week too.

Maybe he just needed to get laid. Vince got edgy when he hadn't fucked in a while.

I wiped a hand down my tired face when I got into my car. Usually, I was still in a great mood by the end of the weekend, even when I was exhausted from performing. The adrenaline and cheers from the crowd kept me bright-eyed, but tonight I was feeling a little low.

Corey was right. Vince and Crossbody needed to sort their shit out before it dragged the rest of us down.

When I pulled onto my driveway and cut the engine, my gaze automatically flicked over to Rafe's house. All the lights were off downstairs, but it looked like his bedroom lamp was still on, the soft glow permeating the closed curtains. He couldn't have got home that along ago either.

Suddenly, my chest tightened with the urge to see him. I frowned and rubbed it uncomfortably, not sure why I was feeling that way. I liked socialising and I liked my friends, but I didn't need constant companionship. I didn't need anyone. I didn't seek comfort in other people like that. The rare occasions I got down, I just did something that I knew would perk me up. Like hang out with friends, or work out, or find someone to fuck.

Maybe I just wanted sex. That had to be it. I was feeling a little off, and I knew a good orgasm would perk me right back up.

Except the thought instantly made me feel kind of guilty, like I was reducing Rafe to nothing but a body that could give me relief. Which wasn't true at all. I liked Rafe. Wasn't sure he liked me back all that much, outside of when I was making him come, but he'd softened at least a little since we'd started fooling around.

He was fun, but he still somehow always made me feel weirdly calm.

And sex with him was way, way hotter than I'd expected it to be. It was ridiculously hot. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

My gut clenched with something almost like longing as I sat in my car and stared vacantly up at his bedroom window. Honestly, I was tired and still tense, so I wasn't sure I actually did want to have sex tonight.

But I still kind of wanted to see him.

Feeling weirdly vulnerable, I grabbed my phone from the cupholder and opened my messages. Rafe and I had exchanged numbers last week, but we hadn't actually texted each other yet. I hadn't spoken to him since Wednesday night. In fact, I hadn't seen him since then either. He was still like a ghost at work, and I'd been too busy rehearsing to sneak off to his office at the other end of the building.

I hesitated, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard as I glanced at the time and winced. Nearly 1 a.m. But his bedroom light was still on, so surely he was awake.

Unable to stop myself, I started typing. If he was asleep, he'd just see the text in the morning and I could laugh it off as me being all riled up and horny after wrestling all weekend. He'd never have to know I'd had this weird, weak moment.

Hey. You up?

I winced as soon as I sent it, because I wasn't sure how Rafe would respond to what read like a booty call text. I didn't even mean it that way. I mean, obviously I wouldn't turn down sex with Rafe, but it wasn't what I was hoping for.

I didn't really know what I was hoping for.

A hint of anxiety churned in my gut and got me moving, finally climbing out of my car. I remembered not to let the door slam shut, closing it quietly just in case he was asleep.

My pulse leaped as my phone screen lit up with a text while I was unlocking my front door. I quickly opened the message, still standing in the dark on my porch.

Rafe: Yeah. In bed though.

My shoulders sagged as I stared down at it. Well, that was fair enough. It was late, and he'd worked until the show was over too. I needed to sleep as well, so I guessed I'd just go to bed.

I went to head inside when another text came through, making my pulse leap.

Rafe: Use the key you still haven't returned.

My mouth stretched into a wide grin. I hurried inside, dumped my bag and grabbed Rafe's spare key. Thirty seconds later, I was heading up the stairs in his dark house, my lips tilting into an affectionate smile as I listened to the muffled sounds of a TV show or movie coming from his bedroom.

Something weird happened to my insides when I walked into the room and saw him sitting up in bed, watching something on his phone. His pale pink hair was tied up in a messy bun and he had his glasses on.

My chest tightened. I kind of wanted to just strip naked, collapse on top of him and fall asleep.

"Hey, kitten," I said, hearing the tiredness in my own voice as I pulled off my T-shirt.

"Hey." He put down his phone and took off his glasses, leaning over to set them on the nightstand. "Show was good."

I smiled and bent down to tug off my socks. "Bet you hate having to watch wrestling every weekend now."

He shrugged a little, shooting me a small smile. "I dunno. Kind of getting into it. Plus, I just have the live stream running on one monitor while I play games on the other."

Chuckling, I pulled down my sweats and boxer briefs at the same time. A jolt of arousal shot through my belly when I heard Rafe's breath catch. He quickly shifted over when I headed for the bed, so I crawled under the comforter and collapsed onto my front beside him with a groan.

Rafe huffed in amusement, and I sensed him glance down at me. "Tired?"

"Yeah." With another groan, I rolled onto my back and scrubbed my face. "My body aches."

"Really?" He leaned over me to turn off the lamp, plunging us into darkness. "You always look so full of energy in the ring. Like nothing slows you down."

Before he could move back, I quickly slipped my hand under his T-shirt to palm his side. Rafe's breath caught. He stayed hovering over me, leaning on one arm, as I smoothed my hand around to his lower back and traced the dip of his spine.

"Because I'm good at it," I told him with a grin, running my hand down to slip it into his pyjama pants and stroke his ass.

I was already a little obsessed with his ass, and I hadn't even got to play with it much. Yet.

In the dark, I saw Rafe nod distractedly, his gaze dropping to my mouth. He wet his lips and leaned down, long fingers twitching on my chest.

My fingers tightened on his ass cheek when his mouth met mine. His tongue sank inside, long and pierced and making me groan softly. He was a ridiculously good kisser—sometimes languid and unhurried and sensual, like now. Sometimes rough and frantic and aggressive when he was on the brink of coming. Sometimes eager and breathless and more submissive, letting me take over and control it.

I was already a little obsessed with kissing him too.

He slid his knee up to push his leg between mine, and I felt his cock hardening against my hip. My own jerked, already filling, the exhaustion melting from my body as arousal replaced it.

I squeezed his ass cheek harder, my fingertips grazing his cleft. Rafe's fingers twitched on my chest as a tiny moan vibrated against my lips, and he tilted his head to kiss me even harder. His hips strained forward, cock throbbing against my hip. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

My own heart started beating faster when his hand moved down my front. We both moaned when he grabbed my hard dick and gave it a slow stroke. Then he released me, trailing his fingers lower to cup my nuts. I moaned again into his mouth, hips rising briefly off the mattress.

When he broke the kiss, we were both breathing faster.

"Uh, if you're too tired, we can just do this tomorrow like we planned," Rafe said a little awkwardly, sounding a bit confused about why I'd asked to come over but then immediately told him I was exhausted.

I grinned up at him, squeezing his ass again before giving it a little pat. "Never too tired for you, kitten."

He huffed in amusement, then stretched over me again to reach for the nightstand. When he pulled back, there was a bottle of lube in his hand. I eyed it with interest, my cock twitching against my belly.

"You look really tired," he said dryly, but I could detect a hint of nerves in his voice when he added, "But you don't have to do much."

Was that so? What did he have planned? A slow, slippery handjob would be real nice right about now. And then I could get him to climb up and feed his cock into my mouth. Fuck my throat.

I heard the click of the bottle cap opening, and then I was sucking in a sharp breath when Rafe poured a line of cool lube up the entire length of my cock. He dropped the bottle and fisted me again, stroking and getting me slick all over.

"Fuck, kitten," I breathed, knee shifting out to spread my legs wider.

He leaned down and crushed his mouth to mine as the slick sound of him jacking me filled the room. I was breathing unsteadily already, my hips rising into each slow downward stroke on my dick. When he let go to smooth his palm over my tight sac, I groaned into his mouth and thrust my tongue deeper, lifting my knee to rest my foot on the mattress.

Then his slick fingers trailed even lower, until the tip of his middle was gliding back and forth over my hole. I gasped, shuddering with pleasure, and Rafe broke the kiss to pant against my lips. He was trembling lightly, and my chest tightened once again.

He was nervous.

"This okay?" he asked, voice husky. I could hear him trying to make it sound casual. Trying to hide the nerves. A rush of affection made me lunge up to kiss him again, my hand now cradling the back of his head.

"Yeah," I breathed between kisses. "Touch me, Rafe."

He groaned quietly and plunged his tongue deep, his cock throbbing against my hip. He was still stroking my hole, circling it, before I felt him hesitantly crook his finger so the tip pressed down with just a little more force, almost breaching me.

He broke the kiss, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Is this—"

"Fuck. Yes," I interrupted in a moan, then arched my neck with a gasp when he carefully slid his lubed finger inside.

Rafe groaned, shifting to rub his cock against me. His breaths were shallow as he lowered his head to nuzzle my mouth, dipping his tongue between my teeth to brush mine as I panted.

I shuddered with pleasure, tightening my grip on the back of his head to crush my lips to his fully. Rafe's finger was gliding in and out of me as our tongues thrust together hungrily, but then he paused with it all the way inside.

My breath caught when his fingertip began to rub, searching with intent. When it glided over my prostate, my hips shot up off the bed and I nodded frantically, moaning into his mouth.

"There?" he murmured against my lips in a rough voice, breaths trembling out of him.

"Y-yeah." My cock strained up off my belly before smacking back down. I fought the urge to reach down and fist it, stroke furiously, because I didn't want to distract myself from the feel of Rafe's finger fucking me, gliding over my prostate.

I hardly ever bottomed, but I still fucking loved having my prostate stimulated. And now that Rafe had located it, he seemed determined to drive me out of my mind. The slick sound of his finger plunging inside me filled the room. He started thrusting it faster and faster, the heel of his palm brushing my sac and making me groan through clenched teeth.

My hips were rocking, pushing against his thrusting finger. I could feel my pre-cum sliding down the side of my abdomen as my cock leaked all over my stomach. Rafe shifted, lowering his head to swirl his tongue around my nipple before sucking on it softly, and I groaned through clenched teeth as my fingers curled into his hair.

God, I couldn't get enough of him. He was such a surprise. I'd always thought my surly neighbour was cute, but I was quickly realising that Rafe Hare was fucking irresistible to me.

I used my grip on his hair to lift his head and sat up to hurriedly yank his shirt off, breathing raggedly. The moment his head was free, I plunged my tongue into his mouth, moaning and already reaching down to shove at his pants. Rafe's finger had stilled inside me, and he slid it free to help, shifting eagerly to get his pants off as he panted into my mouth.

I wasn't quite in control as I shoved him onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and leaning down in a rush to kiss him again. Rafe moaned breathlessly, his hands trembling as they slid up my thighs, tightening when I rocked my hips, dragging my hard cock against his.

"Oh fuck," he panted against my lips, driving me even wilder. "Dan."

I found myself tearing my mouth free and flipping him onto his front so I could start kissing and licking my way frantically down his spine, desperate to get my mouth on him, to make him feel as good as he'd made me feel. He was breathing fast, thighs quaking when I shifted back and used my knee to part them, settling myself in between.

When I reached the swell of his ass and sank my teeth in lightly, Rafe's breath hitched. I paused, forcing myself to try and calm down as I remembered this might be new to him. I didn't know if he'd ever been rimmed before or not.

"Rafe," I got out, my voice gravelly. "Do you—"

"Keep going," he panted, hips shifting restlessly as he spread his knees wider, his fingers clutching at the pillow under his head. "Do it."

With a helpless groan, I splayed my hands over his ass and spread him wide, immediately dipping down to stroke his hole with my tongue. Rafe gasped, trembling wildly. I licked him again, swirling my tongue, and his hips jacked up off the bed as he cried out.

" Fuck ." He instinctively tilted his ass toward my mouth, and I moaned in approval as I lapped at his hole. It kept clenching under my tongue, and when I gently pushed the tip just past the first ring of muscle, Rafe cried out again as his neck craned back. "Oh f-f-fuck. D-Dan."

I was guessing he'd never been rimmed before, and the fact that I got to give him this pleasure for the first time was making me even more mindless. I groaned gutturally and pushed my tongue a little deeper with each lick until I could feel him squeezing around it. Rafe's hips jerked as he moaned desperately before he started grinding back onto my tongue.

Fuck, my cock was dripping, so hard it was throbbing and jerking between my legs. I reached between Rafe's trembling thighs and cupped his cock, holding it in my hand just to feel how hard he was while I fucked him with my tongue. His sobs of pleasure grew muffled as he buried his face in the pillow, and his hips started to move even more urgently, thrusting his cock through my fist.

But I didn't want him to come yet. I wanted to feel him pressed tight against me when we both came, feel him stiffen up and shake and clutch at me to keep me close. I wanted to plunge my cock inside him and fuck him until he was boneless, but I wouldn't. Not until we'd talked about it when we weren't already on the edge of coming.

After giving his hole one last lick, I pulled back and grasped his hips to turn him onto his back, then wasted no time grabbing the lube and squirting far more than was necessary over his cock and mine. Rafe was breathing hard, trembling beneath me, and he groaned hoarsely when I buried my face in his neck and thrust my slippery cock against his.

His legs wrapped around my back, hips straining up. I started moving, grinding against him fast, too frantic now to draw it out. Shoving an arm under his back, I pinned him to me as tightly as possible until there wasn't an inch of space between us and groaned helplessly into his neck, my hot forehead pressed to the pillow. Our cocks slid together between our stomachs, everything hot and slick with lube and pre-cum.

Rafe's fingers were digging hard into my back as he moaned with every breath, burying his nose and mouth against my shoulder. We were writhing together feverishly with no finesse, which wasn't like me. I always maintained a degree of control during sex, but I'd completely lost all of it.

I imagined us being in this exact position except with my cock inside him, fucking him hard, and a desperate groan tore from my throat as I thrust my hips faster.

"Jesus." My eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. "I want to fuck you so bad, Rafe. Just like this."

He cried out and clutched my back tighter, nodding frantically against my shoulder.

I groaned helplessly. "You want me to fuck you, kitten?"

"Yes," he moaned, a hand shooting up to fist my hair as he stiffened and started to shake wildly. "Fuck! Dan… I'm c-coming."

His cock throbbed against mine. Wet heat spurted between our stomachs as his head ground back into the pillow with a strained shout. His legs squeezed my hips tight as my manic thrusting grew erratic, my own orgasm barrelling down on me at the feel of his.

I held him tighter to me when it hit, groaning desperately into his neck as my cock flexed and spurted cum all over his stomach. White noise filled my ears, my whole body straining until the tension abruptly fled as my orgasm ended and I sagged on top of him.

Our heaving chests rubbed together as we both tried to catch our breath. I could feel his heart thundering as hard and fast as mine was. I groaned softly into the pillow, trying to find the strength to move. I was probably crushing him.

Jesus. I wasn't sure I'd survive being inside him if that was any indication. I couldn't even figure out why it felt this good. I'd had a lot of sex in my life. There wasn't much I hadn't tried at least once by this point. I'd done things that would probably make Rafe feel too intimidated to ever touch me again.

But doing this with him just felt more… intense than sex usually did. Intense in a different way.

You're just really, really attracted to him, I told myself, trying not to overthink it.

Now wasn't the time to think about anything. I'd just come ridiculously hard, and I was so exhausted I could fall asleep right on top of him.

Rafe exhaled a slow, trembling breath as his pulse started to calm. His hands smoothed over my shoulders, and he loosened his legs' grip around my hips before eventually letting them slide off. I turned to nuzzle his neck, pressing a soft kiss there. Rafe shivered, running a palm along my nape. I hummed with pleasure at the soothing touch, relaxing deeper into him. I knew I had to move, but I still wasn't doing it.

When I finally lifted my head, spots danced in my vision. With an exhausted groan, I rolled off him and collapsed onto my back, shoving my hair away from my sweat-damp face.

Rafe shifted upright beside me with a breathless chuckle. Automatically, I reached over to smooth my hand along the small of his back.

"You look more wrecked than I feel."

I managed a tired grin, my eyelids already drooping. "You wore me out, kitten."

He huffed in amusement, reaching over to briefly rub my chest. My slowing pulse stuttered a little at the touch, but he was already shifting away to get out of bed.

"Let me go get something to clean up before you…" He trailed off awkwardly, and I heard him pad out of the room.

I knew I needed to get up. Get going. Rafe didn't want me here now we were done. He'd want to sleep in peace. Alone.

But I literally couldn't move. My muscles had given up for the rest of the night. Plus, Rafe's bed was warm and comfortable and smelled like him. I tried to open my eyes when I realised they'd closed, but I couldn't. I felt myself drifting off and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I never even heard Rafe come back into the room, dead to the world in seconds.