Chapter Fourteen

Tyler

The pain had been off and on all day. Tyler read some more of Holden’s book, really enjoying it and marveling at the guy’s skill, then he busied himself sanding down and painting the table and chairs overlooking the lawn. The more he tried not to think about Holden, the more his thoughts were consumed by him. He couldn’t stop his mind going over and over that morning. How Holden had pulled him back by his arm so firmly, in command and taking what he wanted. The soft cling of Holden’s lips to his. And then of course, the slide of Holden’s beautiful lips down his dick, the wet slick of his saliva. The heat of his mouth. His tongue curling around Tyler’s cockhead. Fuck.

Once the painting was done, he went back inside. Locked the bathroom door and took his cock free of his shorts. He stood at the sink looking at his flushed face in the mirror as he slid his erection through his hand. He wanted Holden face down with Tyler stretching him open. Or Holden looking up at him with his mouth slack and red and wet as Tyler slid balls-deep into him. Or Holden on all fours as Tyler gave him a reach around. Or Holden riding him, impaled with his cock bouncing and spurting all over Tyler. “Oh God,” he groaned. He’d have to fuck Holden. He needed it. Like the breath in his lungs and fuck whether Holden was doing it for the right reasons or whether Tyler was just another cock in a long line. Holden wasn’t just another cock to Tyler, he knew that, but his feelings were all caught up with his lust and he didn’t think he could ever begin to think straight until he’d had Holden. He knew it was the wrong way to think. They should have allowed their budding relationship to develop before jumping into bed, but it was too late for that. He needed what he needed and he was only a weak-willed man. If Holden would allow him, he’d throw him down onto the nearest horizontal surface—or up against the wall, who cared—and fuck him to within an inch of his life.

He groaned as he spurted a torrent over his fingers and into the sink. He panted for breath, shaking and laughing in amazement at the evidence of his third orgasm of the day and how Holden still hadn’t completely wrung him out. He could go again, he knew.

He had a beer and looked again at the stamps Holden had bought him before going back out to the yard to examine the table and chairs and admire his handiwork. He heard Holden’s car bumping down the dirt track before he saw it. He climbed from his seat on the top step as Holden got out of his car.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Holden had a bag of groceries under his arm. He looked pale and strained. He gestured to the table. “Looks good.”

Tyler smiled.

“Is it dry?”

“Nope.”

“Shame. I could just sit there and smoke a massive joint.”

Something twitched in Tyler’s gut at the mention because that sounded like the best idea ever. Even better if it led to Holden flat on his back on that green springy grass with Tyler inside him. His non-existent leg gave a throb of needy pain.

He eyed Holden. “What’s wrong? Please tell me what we did earlier isn’t torturing you.”

Holden gave a wistful smile. “It is, but that’s not it. Finn said he wanted to do the book.”

Tyler stared. “He did?”

“Yeah. Then he took me home and spilled his guts and…” Holden shook his head. “I wish I could unhear it.”

Tyler swallowed. He said nothing.

“That poor, poor guy,” Holden said with his voice breaking. “I thought I had it so hard but everything I got was shit I asked for. I asked to be used and hurt because I wanted it. He didn’t ask for any of that. He was systematically beaten, raped and abused over ten years. Faceless strangers fucked him and recorded him. The man who should have loved and protected him treated him like an animal and let his friends use him like a toy. And I was worried about everything we’ve done and how we shouldn’t let it go any further when I already know that you’re a gentle, kind man who’s nothing like Dominic.”

Tyler bit his lip. He moved closer to Holden and touched his fingers to his hand. “What about you get that joint anyway and we sit here on the steps and share it? You’re hurting and my phantom fucking foot is agony. And I don’t want you to hurt anymore.”

Holden closed his fingers around his. “Be right back.”

Tyler sat on the step and contemplated the horizon as the sun began to sink, streaking the sky with orange and red. He was almost certain he was going to fuck Holden that night and his stomach was heavy with desire. Holden came back soon enough with two uncapped bottles of beer, a joint and a lighter.

He sat beside Tyler on the step and handed him a bottle. “Cheers.”

They tapped their bottles together. “Cheers.” They both drank. Their arms and shoulders brushed. Holden put the joint in his mouth, flicked the lighter and sucked a mouthful of smoke in. He put his hand on Tyler’s knee and squeezed. Then he handed the joint over. Tyler took a deep drag. Holden’s hand slid over the bare skin to the hem of Tyler’s shorts. Tyler took another hit. Holden’s fingers found his inner thigh and slid below the baggy leg of his shorts.

Their eyes met as Tyler passed the joint over. Holden took a drag. Then he leaned closer. Tyler parted his lips as Holden let the smoke escape his own and pass into Tyler’s mouth. It was fucking hot. Tyler was already feeling discombobulated. Holden’s fingers reached the edge of his briefs and fluttered over his balls before tracing the outline of his stiffening cock. Then he withdrew his hand and turned his body to face Tyler, using his other hand for better access, sliding it right up the leg of Tyler’s shorts and onto his cock.

Tyler jerked in delight. He took back the joint and dragged while Holden’s hand cupped his erection through his underwear.

“I really enjoyed sucking your cock today,” Holden said in a low, seductive voice.

“Likewise,” Tyler said with his dick thickening impossibly under Holden’s stroking fingers.

“I did something bad today after I’d spoken to Finn,” Holden said, taking the joint back and sucking.

Tyler regarded him. Holden’s thumb touched the head of his cock where his briefs were wet with pre-cum.

“I went to the drugstore and bought condoms and lube.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.” Holden paused. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. You’re thinking I responded to something stressful and upsetting as I always do. By looking to get fucked.”

Tyler kept his gaze on his. “Is that what I’m thinking?”

“Yeah.”

“Actually, I’m thinking of how wet your dirty talk has made my shorts.”

Holden laughed softly. He pressed the pad of his thumb against the slit of Tyler’s cock and rubbed, dragging soaked cotton against his cockhead. “I’d like to suck you off right here in the yard.”

Tyler’s balls tightened. He puffed on the joint with his head starting to swirl. “Would you?”

“Yeah.”

Tyler’s cock almost reared over the waistband of his underwear. Holden hooked it back and touched his wet slit with his thumb, making Tyler catch his breath.

“Then I’d like you to get me on all fours there on the grass and fuck me until they hear me scream in Bluey’s bar.”

Tyler smiled. It had been a while since anyone had talked to him this way. Was the sex addict controlling his own fantasy? Did he care and was Tyler just a pawn? A willing cock? He cupped Holden’s face. “Come here.”

Their lips met and Tyler tasted beer, smoke and intense need. They kissed long and slow, their tongues touching, while Holden curled his fingers around Tyler’s dick and started to jack him slowly. Tyler shifted under his touch, his breath quickening. The joint smoldered away unheeded in his hand. The pain in his no-foot and half-leg had all but gone. Holden pulled back. He dropped to his knees and shuffled between Tyler’s thighs, pushing his legs apart. Tyler’s throat went dry. His body felt loose and inhibited. He wouldn’t be able to stop anything Holden wanted to do to him. Not that he wanted to. Tyler watched Holden open the button and zip on his shorts and free his dick from his underwear. He threaded his fingers through Holden’s hair as he went down on Tyler.

He groaned and took a suck on the joint. He’d never got head while getting stoned before. The sensation was new and exciting. When Holden drew back to look at him, Tyler held out the joint. Holden smiled. He took a drag, then they kissed again and shared the smoke. Tyler wrapped an arm around Holden’s neck and pulled him in close. Holden seemed taken back but he returned the hug and they stayed in the embrace for long seconds.

“I like the dirty talk,” Tyler said against his ear. “It turns me on. But don’t feel you have to do it because you think it’s what I want to hear. It’s not. Not all men are like the guys you’ve been with. I don’t need it. You turn me on plenty without it.”

Holden pulled away, shame written on every line of his face. “I’ve always done it,” he said, gaze averted.

“I guessed you had.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I want you as you are. You’re hot as fuck.”

He saw Holden swallow, the movement of his Adam’s apple. “Do you mean that?”

“I mean it. Why would I not?” He put the joint to Holden’s lips for him to suck. “Finish your beer, then let’s take this inside. If the sheriff comes looking for you all upset over Finn, he doesn’t need to arrest us for public indecency.”

He saw Holden’s pupils dilate, but he also knew that Holden very much wanted to be banged right there on the lawn for anyone to catch them. The humiliation thing. Tyler wouldn’t take any part in humiliation. Holden kissed him again and once more it was slow and long, before it got harder and deeper and wetter.

Holden crawled to his feet with his knees cracking. Then he straddled Tyler on the step and Tyler held his ass, pulling him closer so they could continue to kiss. Holden’s mouth was something else. Tyler fumbled at Holden’s shorts so he could release his dick, then he had Holden’s erection in his hand and he encircled both their cocks in one palm, jerking them together. Holden hissed through his teeth, bucking against him. Tyler lifted his hips, tightening his hand. Holden groaned. “Stop, or I’m going to come all over you.”

“That’s fine,” Tyler said, mouthing his throat. “Come over me, I’ll come all over you, then maybe I’ll lick it off.”

“Oh God,” Holden moaned. “I want you.”

“I know. So come.”

“I can’t recover the way you can, you get that right? It might take me an hour to recover.”

Tyler smiled. “Then you can suck my dick four times until you get hard again. And who said it doesn’t take me an hour to recover too?”

Holden laughed. He took a last drag of the joint and ground it out under his heel before he stood. “Come on then.”

Tyler fastened himself up, as did Holden. He took a drink of his beer. Holden held out his hand. They walked to Holden’s house with their hands joined.