21. Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

He was greeted with not only hugs, kisses, and pats on the back, but Binx had fixed a huge dinner for the returning heroes.

Binx dragged him into the kitchen where the food was laid out, forcing him to get the first plate of the beef Wellington and fixings before any of them would eat a crumb of it. "As mad as your uncle was, he was also very proud."

"I know. He told me." He set down his plate and grabbed Binx's shoulders. "I need to apologize for lying to you and stealing your tracker. I'm so sorry, Binx."

Whispering, Binx told him, "No! I'm glad you did. Ruben, Dallas, they're glad. Prince is. You saved them, Sel. Besides, it's not like you did it maliciously. In fact, I'd have done the same thing."

The one person Sel hadn't seen was Indio, so while they were alone, he asked Binx, "Where is he? Where is, you know, Indio?"

"In the basement. He took a shower and then he went out to smoke and then right back into the basement. Did that all day."

"Oh."

He glanced over to the basement door, wishing for Indio to come upstairs, and thought briefly of going to get him, but that was the moment Ruben, Mal, and Prince came into the kitchen.

"Tell us," Ruben said. "We want to hear all the details."

Prince informed them, "He was great." As they started gathering food onto their plates, Prince whispered to him, "I saw."

"You…saw…what?"

Prince cocked his head and looked at the basement door. "I turned off the camera in the storage room, after, well, during."

Sel felt his face heating. "Oh. That."

"I didn't think you wanted them to know."

"I don't even know anything yet. That was, well, it."

"It won't be the last. He wants you."

"What are you two whispering about?" Ruben asked, his smile spreading as his eyes narrowed with his suspicion.

Sel checked to see that they were alone. "He saw something he shouldn't have. I'll let you guys know if anything comes of it."

"Did you and Indio fuck in the bunker?" Ruben asked in a whisper.

"No! We weren't exactly alone, you know."

Binx said, "I'd have found a few minutes and some privacy, but I'm not exactly shy with my intentions."

"Gee, we'd have never guessed," Prince drawled sarcastically.

When Marius and Dallas came into the kitchen, they all clammed up, but Sel asked Marius to tell Indio the food was ready. "I figured you would."

"I…I'd rather not. We have some things to sort out. Now's not exactly the time."

"Sure, then. I'll go."

They were eating all over the living room, the men sitting on chairs and the floor, and Bonita came to hang out with her brother while being escorted by Barry, who'd come to see his cousins.

It was a party, and Indio sat in the corner, eating, not looking up at Sel once. It was a little disheartening, but Indio had said he couldn't be with him. Yet. Whatever the fuck that meant.

When he and his friends were alone on the porch later, Sel gave them a quick rundown of what had happened between him and Indio. Prince asked, "What does that even mean?"

"He means," Mal said, keeping his voice low, "that if Dante knew, he might be really pissed, or maybe he's just scared of you, Sel."

"Scared of me?"

"You're the, what? Third in line to be the boss of a big and powerful organization, Selestino," Binx answered for Mal. "That's not a little thing! He could easily be killed for just thinking about being with you. Or, at least in his mind."

Thinking of how protective his family was of him, he understood. "So, we'll sneak around for a while first."

All sets of eyes rolled hard.

"What?"

Mal giggled, "You don't know bikers very well, that's all."

"I don't either," Binx said. "I have a couple of best friends that ride, but they're not, you know, bike club bikers. Still, there is like…an attitude they have. They call driving in a car being in a cage and they hate it. My friend Rebel lost his leg from riding a motorcycle and he still hates being in a car, would rather ride his trike. They're not the kind of people that want to sneak around. He'd find that…like being a coward or something."

Mal nodded and pointed to Binx. "Exactly. That's exactly it."

"I don't want to sneak around either, but…"

Ruben set his hand over Sel's. "You want him. You like him more than you meant to."

"Yeah. Yeah, exactly."

When he'd had his fill of wine, food, and conversation, he excused himself to head to his room. He took his wineglass to the kitchen, washing it while his eyes kept wandering over to the basement door.

He wanted Indio. That was true. Maybe it was simply wanting something he couldn't, or rather shouldn't, have. But Sel was smart enough to know the difference, no matter what he tried to convince himself of.

The top of the stairs found him glancing over his shoulder, wishing for Indio to be at the bottom, so Sel could wave him to follow. A house filled with people, and the only one he could think of was the one that didn't seem to want anything to do with him.

When he got into his room, however, he was shocked to see Indio sitting on his bed, staring at his phone until he heard Sel enter. His head turned slowly while Sel's breath caught in his throat.

"Close the door."

Like he was acting on autopilot, he did until he heard the gentle click and his eyes met Indio's. "What are you doing up here?"

"I think we need to talk. Don't you?"

Sel walked slowly over to the bed and sat next to him. "Yeah. I thought you didn't want to."

"I don't. I want to move on and forget about you, but you won't let me." He shook his head with a chuckle and corrected, "No. That ain't fair. I won't let me."

Sel agreed, "Me too. I…okay, I like you, Indio. I like you and I didn't mean to. I know this feels dangerous to you."

"No, that ain't it. I mean, sure, it is, but unless they kill me, I make up my own mind about shit. Still…this is new to me. Admitting that I like guys at all is new to me. I wasn't raised that way, that it's all good to be…to be gay. Far from it. My dad was a total asshole, and the only regular thing he did besides beating my ass was dragging me to mass every Sunday."

In that one confession, Sel learned more about the guy than he ever thought he would. He was tender, under all of it, and he was scared shitless, but not of Sel's family. "You've never liked a guy."

"I have, you know? Crushes and shit. Never acted on them. To get off, I'd go two cities over to some backdoor clubs where no one knew me." He took a huge breath in and let it out slowly until he said, "I can't say I'll ever be more than a fuck. If you can live with that, then…yeah."

Sel knew he couldn't live with that, but he also knew something else. Indio was fooling himself. There were many gay men around, and there would be many more soon. If all he was after was a fuck, he could find a much easier, much safer fuck to have.

He let Indio believe what he wanted to believe, however. Sel knew he'd grab onto the man's heart eventually, if he didn't already own it. Taking Indio's hand, he whispered, "Then I'll take what I can get. For now."

"For now, huh?"

"Yeah. For now," he said with his lips twitching like crazy.

With relief, he saw Indio was smiling too. "Let me lock the door," Indio said, letting go of Sel's hand and getting up slowly.

Sel's heart was doing a dance in his chest, one of those fast dances that made the dancers sweat. Then his stomach got in on it, and his entire torso thrummed.

"I, uh, don't have any condoms or anything. I didn't come here planning to fuck."

"Yeah, I never leave home without them. They're on the shelf right there," Indio told him as he nodded at the night table.

On the little shelf under the top surface, he saw a tube of lube and a box of condoms. Magnums, in fact, and Sel swallowed.

Sel stood when Indio made it back over to the bed, and he moved his mouth to Indio's, kissing him almost timidly. There was so much holding Indio back, so much fear of feeling too much, that Sel knew he had to take it slowly with the man.

Indio kissed him back, holding his head in both hands, taking over the kiss until Sel was swaying his lower body, shaking hands moving to Indio's waist.

Tender, delicious, loving, none of the adjectives he'd ever thought he'd use for Indio. "You sure kiss good for a pretty boy."

"Yeah? You kiss pretty good for a mean ass biker."

"I do, huh? Let's see if I can fuck you as good."

"Yeah. Let's see."

He was violently pushed onto the bed, and he let out a yip of a scream before Indio yanked off his sneakers and grunted, "Hush."

Sel was on the bed, trying to hold on to the duvet that simply made him slide more while his socks, then pants, were stripped from him. That loving kiss was the last of the tenderness he'd feel that night. Not that he was complaining. The feeling of the biker's callused hands on his bare legs, sliding up to grab onto his underwear and yank them roughly from him. It was hot as fuck, and he was so hard, he felt like every drop of blood in his body was in his dick.

"Get the shirt off. I want you naked and spread nice and wide for me."

It was a lot harder to sit up than he'd thought, but he did it and got his shirt off before his hair was grabbed into Indio's fist, his head bent far back as Indio bent over him to bit at Sel's lips, licking, then biting again, growling like a big cat prowling the woods.

Indio took the tube and squirted a glob of lube into his palm, spreading it all over his fingers. "Spread them! Fuck! You don't listen so good for a college boy."

Sel's smile spread at the same pace as his legs. "I guess I was overcome by your charms."

"Shut the fuck up," he said with a laugh before reaching between Sel's legs. Playing with Sel's ass, dipping the fingertip in his hole, Indio stared at him almost hatefully. That was his look, though. Whenever he stared at Sel, there was a hatred there that masked the fear Sel now knew he felt.

It was easier for a man like Indio to chalk things up to hate than to ever admit he was afraid.

Indio's persistent fingers pushed into him deeply, and Sel sucked in a lungful of air as his eyes closed. He groaned low from the depths of his throat and grabbed onto the duvet again, clutching it like he was holding on for dear life.

Two fingers were stuffed inside him before he adjusted to the first, his legs involuntarily closing until Indio used his free hand to slap them back open again.

Sel's eyes came open when he felt the sharp slap, laughing before that was cut off with a sob as a third finger made it up his ass.

"Take it, pretty boy. You're so tough, right?"

"I am," he rumbled.

"Good. Then you can take a good, hard fucking, right?"

His skin warmed so hot, he sweat, fists tightening at his sides. Just the words alone would have done that, but with the fingers thrusting inside him, it nearly sent him into an orgasm.

Those fingers rammed inside him a few more times, then he took them out and Sel's sob came out choked. "No. More, please."

"Give me a minute."

He took his time, getting on one of those big condoms, and slathering more lube all over it all while his eyes never left Sel's. That was possibly the sexiest part until then. For some reason, having Indio stroking his cock to apply the lube made Sel pant.

"Ready for me?"

He couldn't speak! How the fuck was he supposed to speak? All he could manage was to nod in wide circles, then watch as Indio moved over him, crawling between his legs. "Wrap your legs around me and hold on. I'm gonna ride you good and rough."

Sel's trembling legs were wrapped around Indio's hips and waist, looking into the pale green eyes of the man above him, the one holding his cock as he pierced Sel's ass.

It burned like fire, and then the ache, how bad it was. Sel had never had a guy with a really big dick fucking him. Seven inches was the biggest and Indio was at least nine, and thick, the girth more frightening than the length.

"Go…go slow. Please?"

Indio nodded a little and moved down to kiss him through the pain of sliding a little deeper. Sel let himself be taken away in the kiss. It was soft, sweet, Indio holding his head with one hand while his thumb caressed Sel's cheek.

With the kiss so tender, it sedated Sel while his lower body was aching from the intrusion of that big cock. He knew he was tightening his grip on Indio with his legs. Tense in one part of his body, dreamily relaxed in the other, it was the perfect mirror of their budding relationship. Indio kept him on the edge of hatred and love, and he felt both each time he looked at the man.

Purely passion, that was everything between them. A relationship built on passion wasn't supposed to last. Passion didn't last, or so they said. For some reason, it was exactly how the relationships in his family were made, and they'd lasted longer than anyone would have guessed they would.

When Indio's lips parted from Sel's, he moved up enough to let Sel stare into his eyes. For the first time, they looked dark, like they'd suck him into two black holes, getting him lost forever.

"I'm going to start fucking you now. Better tell me to stop now, if you can't take it."

It was both a challenge and a goad, and Sel smiled wickedly. "I can take whatever you want to give, trashy fucking biker."

Indio slapped his hand over Sel's mouth and chuckled darkly. "You just can't stop yourself, huh? I'll shut you up one way or the other."

Sel knew that he probably should have kept his mouth shut, but he couldn't help it. Indio brought something dark in him, something that wanted to fight, to sneer and goad right back at him.

The face above him was evil, narrowed darkened eyes glaring as he pulled nearly all the way out of Sel, lips twitching up into a grin that was purely malicious.

As Indio moved his cock inside him steadily, quickly, Sel felt as if he'd fallen from one of those cliffs on the side of the mountains, landing on a thick fir tree, right in the ass.

He clenched his entire body, squeezing Indio with his legs, digging his nails into Indio's flexed biceps. Instead of showing pain, Indio laughed breathily, taunting him more.

"Yeah, hurt me back. Show me, baby. Show me how you can take this big biker cock."

Sel started to growl behind that hand over his mouth, and he was determined to not only take that huge dick but enjoy it. He wanted Indio to see it, see him enjoying it, know how strong Sel was, no matter that he was a spoiled rich kid.

As Indio's thrusts hastened, Sel gritted his teeth and peeled Indio's hand off his face, baring his teeth at the man.

"You're a little badger, huh? Gonna bite me next?"

Sel grabbed the back of Indio's neck and pulled him down, biting his bottom lip. Even then, Indio laughed.

Speeding his thrusts, Indio turned the tables on Sel, taking him into a kiss that was all teeth and pain. Sucking Sel's tongue, then biting his lips, fucking him harder, Indio was determined to show who had the upper hand and the upper everything else, for that matter.

He held Selestino down on the bed, taking him hard, growling into his mouth before moving his teeth to Sel's neck and sucking, biting a mark there as Sel began to call out loudly, incomprehensible words.

They were cut off as Indio took his mouth again, pounding harder inside his ass, pulling his hair to force Sel's head to the side and again, he took hold of Sel's neck in his teeth, his lips, sucking, fucking, the tumble of his arousal end over end in a heated sea filled with sharks…

Sel was taken so far from his own body, his own reality, he didn't know where he was, how he was taking it. How Indio kept increasing the ferocity of his thrusts, he'd never know. Like he had an engine that revved and revved and revved without ever topping out. His eyes were slits, mouth wide, thin in an evil grin, body flexed, sweat swiping over Sel's flesh.

The heat between them was so intense, growing more every second, his ass taking a beating from that huge dick, body wrapped tightly around Indio's, his keening louder despite the hand he'd once again slapped over Sel's mouth. "Shut…up! You want everyone in the house to hear us?"

Sel didn't care if the entire ranch heard them, or even saw him. Suddenly, that thought alone, having the room filled with men, all staring, getting heated as they watched Indio and Sel, Indio fucking him half to death, clapping, cheering them on…it made him crazy and he started to feel his orgasm rolling through him, squeezing his insides, taking the very air from his lungs.

It wasn't long before Indio's hips stuttered and he set his forehead on Sel's, his grunts as he started to come were deep, like a bear running through the woods. Sel's arms fell to the sides of him and Indio rested his body atop Sel's while he finished coming.

Sel's breathing was heavy, ragged, and he sucked in a huge breath so he could say, "Fuck!"

"Can't. Give me a couple of minutes to recover."

Laughing, he pushed Indio off him and felt the cool air hitting his sweaty chest. "Fuck!"

"Stubborn. Okay, I'll try."

"Keep that dick away from me. At least…for a while."

Gloating, Indio moved up to lean on his arm and stared down at Sel. "Finally shut you up."

"Not a chance."

Indio ran a finger over Sel's lips, tracing them as he whispered, "You know that was just a fuck, right? I ain't buying you no promise ring."

Sel knew he was blustering and looked into Indio's soft eyes. "I don't need a ring. All the promise I need is right there, in those pretty eyes. You're already falling so hard for me, it's killing you."

Indio chuckled and said, "If your uncle finds out about…any of this, that will be what kills me."

Sel moved to his side and kissed Indio sweetly. "I don't mind being your dirty little secret. Emphasis on the dirty part."