27. Daemon

B eing an artist, I can appreciate the beauty of many things in life. From the bright sunrise on a crisp winter morning, to the delicate flap of a butterfly's wing. Yet as I stare at Archer fucking Gray, naked, hard, and dripping in my goddamn shower, with his untouched ass ready to be mine, well, let’s just say I have found a new muse to fucking worship.

I reach out of the shower blindly, no doubt spilling water all over the floor, until I can feel the top drawer, ripping it open and pulling out a fresh bottle of lube. Uncapping it, I keep my focus on his perfect fucking body, as I lean forward and run my tongue from the top of his ass crack down, making his whole body shudder in response. My mouth aches for a taste of him, and I do it again and again, kneading the muscles of his ass with my hand, before spreading his cheeks apart for me, and watching in delight as the shower water drenches every delicious inch of him.

Fuck, look at that perfect fucking hole.

My cock is throbbing as I admire it, before leaning forward and lapping my tongue against it until his entire body jerks, a mouthful of curses falling from his lips in response. Then without pause, I am flattening my tongue against the bunched skin and attacking him with my mouth, licking and fucking my tongue against him until his body begins to shake.

I’m almost positive that someone as cocksure as him has never experienced any type of ass play before, but from the way he is shuddering against my tongue, I can tell it won’t be the last. His hands fist and flatten against the tiles, like he is desperate to hold onto something, as my tongue flicks against his hole in quick succession, drenching it with a mixture of my spit and the shower water.

“Daemon,” he groans long and loud, my name like a cursed prayer, falling from his lips in a one word plea, and all I do is increase the pressure, teasing his hole until he is panting and begging. “Oh fuck, yes, please yes,” he pleads, pushing his ass back against my mouth, as he discovers the sweet sensation of ass eating, and I smile as I push my tongue inside of him.

I fuck his tight hole, mixing between rough thrusts and fast licks, before pulling back and kissing and biting along the skin of his cheek, until his ass is completely marked. Then I force my tongue back inside of him, swirling it around his hole, until he is rocking back and forth, silently begging for more. I knead his muscular flesh with my hand, spreading him even more, licking and sucking, as the shower spills down his ass into my mouth, until I have no choice but to pull back and spit out the water, admiring his abused hole.

Water cascades over us, but my focus remains on him, on the forbidden piece of fruit being offered to me, and all I can do is lean in and have another taste. I push my tongue in and out of his tight rim until I am fucking devouring him whole, and he is chanting my name like a fucking mantra, yet still I don’t stop. I eat him hard and fast, until I’m not sure where I end and he begins, our bodies fused as one, as his ass writhes against my face.

My free hand reaches around to find his cock, wrapping my fingers around his hot and aching length, pulling a desperate, wordless plea from the back of his throat, as I begin to jerk my wrist in tandem with my mouth. From the way his entire body reacts, I know it’s too much, yet I don’t stop, I can’t. Not when his cock throbs in my hand and his body shudders against my tongue. I fuck his cock with my fist, and eat his ass until I’m pretty sure the whole house can hear him pleading for more, and fuck I feel like I’m on top of the world.

“You like me tongue fucking this pretty hole, don’t you, Golden Boy?” I ask, licking and swirling around his rim, as he frantically nods against the tiled wall of the shower, like he can’t find the words to respond to me.

The same guy who has taunted my name like it was his sole mission to piss me off, is now writhing against my face, as my tongue fucks his back hole, and fuck does he taste so fucking sweet.

I release his ass cheek, pouring some of the lube across my fingers, as I add, “You’re going to let me in this pretty hole, aren’t you?” I pair my question with the soft press of one of my fingers on his rim, gently pushing inside him until he curses. I continue to smirk as I lap my tongue against my finger, and the sting he is no doubt now feeling, as I slowly let my finger dip in and out. “I’m going to fill this pretty hole with my fingers,” I grunt, delighting in the way he groans as I slide inside of him fully. “Then I’m going to stretch you out for me, until you are begging for my cock, and you will fucking beg, Gray.”

At my words his head snaps over his shoulder, his ass meeting my finger, as I pull it out and slide it all the way back in again, massaging him as I go, as he asks, “And then what, Forbes?” he taunts, using my last name like a damn shield, and I smirk as I pull back, slowly adding a second finger in his ass, as he watches me with a pained and pleasured look of disbelief.

“Then I’m going to fuck this pretty hole until it’s split apart, and spilling with my cum,” I grit, before leaning back in, forcing my tongue in alongside my fingers, and jerking his cock, until every word from his mouth is gasped on a moan, and completely unintelligible.

I alternate between stretching him with my fingers and fucking him with my tongue, all while my other hand strokes up and down his cock, as my own begs for attention. And when I push my tongue inside of him again, and he cries out my name, I jerk him even faster. “Fuck, Daemon, I’m going to fucking explode,” he yells, and I groan, as he pushes back against my face, desperate for me to go deeper.

I work him open with my tongue again, ignoring the spray of the shower, and fuck him rapidly, as my hand continues to stroke his dick. He’s sloppy and wet, and so fucking delicious, that I could stay here forever, but when he starts to buck into my hand, I know he is getting close.

Pulling my tongue from his ass, I stumble to my feet, almost slipping in the water that still falls around us. Then I am pressing his back into my front, as my fingers slip back into his ass and start fucking him. “Do you have any idea how hot and tight your sweet little hole is, baby?” I grit in his ear, holding his trembling body against me, as he fucks himself between my fingers and fist. “How fucking good it’s going to feel to hold you down and fuck this sweet virgin ass,” I add, licking the water from his throat until I feel him pulse in my head.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he screams, his ass tightening around my fingers, as warm jets of cum spurt from the end of his dick, painting my shower wall in an erotic display of our lust.

He is still panting and shaking when I let him go, and he turns under the spray, staring at me like I am the best thing in the world. Before I can run, he is dropping to his knees and attacking the drenched fabric of my shorts, dragging it from my skin until my cock is free. My silken crown hits the back of his throat before I can even take my next breath, his head eagerly bobbing back and forth on my cock, as he swallows me whole. His hands press into my ass, holding me in place as he pulls my dick deeper and deeper into his throat until he gags, but he still doesn’t stop. No, he keeps sucking and bobbing, sending me blind with need, as the taste of him still lingers on my tongue.

“You liked me eating your ass, didn’t you, baby?” I dare to ask, and he nods, making a sound of agreement, not faltering on sucking my cock for even a second, and I groan at the sight. “And look how perfect you look when your mouth is filled with my dick.” I grip his hair in my hand, tilting his head towards the full length mirror on the back of the door that faces us.

His eyes widen even more, tears ready to spill, as he watches himself choke on my cock, before pulling back and swirling his tongue around my head. “Of course I look fucking perfect, Forbes, do you have any idea how much fucking gay porn I have been watching?” He sucks me back into his mouth, and I can’t help but grunt a laugh at what he just said.

“You’ve been watching other men suck dick so you can get better for me?” I confirm, and he nods, moving his stare from the mirror back to me, and fuck, the look in his eyes as my cock sinks between his perfect lips is my undoing. “Such a good boy for me,” I praise, stroking his wet hair back, and gripping it tight in my fist, as I thrust up into his mouth roughly, making him gag once more. “But you don’t need to watch anything but me, I’ll teach you exactly how to please me, baby.”

Then I fuck his throat with quick snaps of my hips, until he is choking and spluttering around my length, with tears streaming down his face. I know he can take it, from the way he hollows out his cheeks and tightens his hold on me, groaning each time I hit the back of his throat. I tug on his hair, letting him know I am ready to explode between his lips, but still he doesn’t relent. His throat works around me until I am coming with a roar, and he drinks me down, lapping up every drop of cum until I am completely spent.

When he pushes back to his feet, he kisses me softly, tenderly, capturing my lips in a way no one ever has before, and it feels so delicately different, that I can’t help but press him into the wall and hold him against me. We kiss until the water starts to run cold around us, yet still we don’t pull apart, like we are making up for the last three fucking years we have spent at each other’s throats, and only when our bodies are shaking, do we finally stop.

Then I watch as he soaps up his body, cleaning himself off, before brushing his lips against my ear, as he moves to exit. “I’ll wait for you in bed,” he purrs, wrapping a towel around his waist and slipping from the room without another word.

I follow suit, ripping off my shirt after struggling with the wet fabric, and cleaning myself, before stepping out and wrapping a towel around me. My eyes collide with my scars in the mirror as I make my way to the door, and my fingers itch for something to cover them. Knowing that anything I could use is on the other side of the door, along with my teammate, I take a deep breath and ignore my rapidly beating heart, as I push back into my room.

To my surprise, the room is already dark, with only a glow from Archer’s phone lighting up his face, and I waste no time in darting across to my drawers to grab some boxers and a tank, to cover myself until I feel comfortable again. Only when I reach the side of my bed, and stare down at the space he has left me, does his focus leave his phone.

“Are you coming to bed?” he asks gently, placing his phone on the nightstand and giving me his full attention, and I don’t know how to tell him that I’ve never done this before.

I’m not the kind of guy that people fall asleep next to, I’m not even the type of guy they want to be seen with. When I was growing up, everyone knew what kind of family I came from, and they might not have cared enough to do something, but they all cared enough to avoid me. Which was fine, I had Ryan, and that was all I needed, and after I lost him, well, nobody wanted to be friends with a murderer's son.

When Josh befriended me, I tried multiple times to push him away, not unlike the cocky prick now taking up residence in my bed, but like him, he didn’t listen. Being friends with him came with no expectations. He’s never pushed me to be open with him, never asked me to tell him what truly happened at my childhood home, but I know with Archer it will be different.

So instead of responding, I pull back the covers and climb inside, laying down beside him quietly, and holding my breath until his phone light finally goes out. Only then do I relax a little, still feeling slightly confused as to how I even got someone like Archer Gray in my bed in the first place.

He remains quiet at my side, and I silently plead for him to fall asleep quickly, but of course I have no such luck. “Daemon,” he whispers into the dark, and fuck, the way he says my name like I am the most important thing in the world is something I can’t get used to at all. Yet I wish I could hear him say it everyday.

“Yeah,” I croak out, clearing my throat, already desperate for another taste of him, wondering when it will be my last, feeling the bed dip as he turns towards me in the dark.

“You know I don’t care, right?” He questions, and I frown slightly, before he adds, “About your scars, I mean.” His words have my heart racing in my chest, and bile burning up the back of my throat, as I start to panic, but still he pushes on. “I mean, you don’t have to talk to me about them, or tell me what happened or anything, unless you want to, but I just need you to know that you don’t have to hide them from me,” he murmurs softly, not a trace of dishonesty in his tone, as tears begin to blur my stare. “That first night in your room, you tore off your shirt, and I didn’t even notice them at first. Instead, all I could do was focus on how fucking beautiful and powerful you looked as you fucked that girl, and fuck ,” he drags out, as if the memory is right there before him. “I think I was gone for you right then and there if I’m truly being honest with myself,” he laughs, and now my heart races for another reason, that unfamiliar feeling once again fluttering around my stomach. “Anyway, I just thought you should know, they aren’t what I see when I look at you,” he sighs, and when I still don’t say anything, I feel the bed dip again, as he rolls flat onto his back.

“I have nightmares,” I find myself admitting, so quietly that I’m sure he must have missed it.

Yet the bed dips again, and I can feel the heat of his body close to mine. “About the scars?” he asks softly, and I nod, even in the dark.

“Sometimes about the scars,” I confess for the first time, ignoring the phantom pain that floods my nervous system at the thought. “Sometimes about other things,” I add, trying not to let the images of my brother’s lifeless form assault me, and I almost startle when his rough palm slides into mine.

“Is that why your body is so tense right now?” he questions, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand, and again I nod. “Because you’re not used to someone being in your bed with you,” he confirms, his other hand coming up to trace my jaw, and I tip my head up and down in his hold.

“People think they can handle the awful truths of the world, the worst of what happens in real life, but they’re wrong. I know their limits, I know they can’t handle the darkness that consumes me, so I don’t let them in, it’s easier that way,” I tell him, praying he can’t pick up on the pain in my voice, but also hoping he understands it.

Like he said in the shower, he has always been searching for more, and I think I understood him at that moment, more than I care to admit.

“You let me in,” he responds, so close now that I can feel his warm breath against my jaw, and fuck, my cock is already hardening again at his proximity.

“I didn’t let you in, you forced your way in, kicking and screaming and throwing a damn tantrum until I gave you my attention,” I reply, and he smirks against my jaw, as his body presses into mine, and it’s only now I realize he’s naked. He’s naked in my fucking bed.

Fuck.

“And look how well it worked out for me,” he purrs, flicking his tongue against my ear, as he grinds himself into me like a fucking dog. “I’m naked and hard in your bed, even after you made me come so hard in the shower that I felt like I might pass out,” he teases, dragging his mouth until it meets mine. “I’m so fucking blind with need for you, that I feel like I can’t fucking breathe,” he gasps, against my lips, as he pushes up over me and presses me down into the mattress. “And you think, what? That I can’t handle your darkness?” He groans into my mouth, sucking on the tongue that was just inside him, as he forces down my boxers and releases my cock so it can glide against his own. “I’ve done nothing but crave your darkness for three fucking years, Daemon, so just know there is no scaring me away. I want you, scars and all.”

I flip him over so fast, that he has barely even finished speaking and I already have him splayed out beneath me, plunging my lips back to his. A savage sound rips from the back of my throat as I kiss him and claim him, his jaw flexing with every sound I make above him. His hands explore the plains of my back, pulling at the tank top hiding my past, and for the first time ever I want someone to see them. I want to rip off my fucking shirt and let my scars bleed all over him, knowing he will lap up every drop.

His hands fist in my hair, as he fights a battle with his tongue against mine, and still I need more. I grind my rock hard cock against his, our new position giving me the perfect angle to flex my hips over him, as his cock thickens against my own. “Need you, Daemon,” he pants against my lips, meeting me thrust for thrust, and fuck, does he not realize what those words do to me. What he does to me?

Pulling back, I look at him, my eyes now slightly adjusted in the dark, and I swear I have never seen him look more at peace before, and fuck, I want him. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything, and I’m someone who got used to never letting myself want things, but with him it’s different.

“Need you, too,” I grunt, trailing my tongue to his chest and swirling it around his nipple, before pulling back with a wink. “Now suck me nice and good, okay?” Then I am flipping us back over and maneuvering our bodies, until he is straddling me on all fours, guiding his cock to my mouth, and sucking him deep and slow.

“Fuck, Daemon,” he curses, falling forward and lapping at the head of my cock lazily, as his hits the back of my throat, and I grunt.

“Not yet, baby, need to prepare this tight virgin hole first,” I toss back, teasing his rim with my finger, and once again pulling ungodly sounds from the back of his throat.

This position has him even more spread out for me than before, and I let his cock fall from my mouth, as I spit on his back hole, getting his ass nice and sloppy with my spit. Only then do I suck him back into my mouth, pushing my finger into his ass at the same time, and savoring the deep, masculine groan that rips out of his chest.

“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” He moans in question, as my finger finds that sweet spot inside of him, and massages it roughly, as I let his cock fall from my mouth with a wet plop.

“What’s wrong, Gray? Has no one ever sucked your cock and found your prostate for you before?” I tease, fucking his hole with my finger and stretching him out for me. “Now, suck my dick and fuck my throat, baby, while I make this ass mine.”

Archer rolls his hips, thrusting his cock to the back of my throat, and I grunt my approval, humming around his length as he swallows mine. My finger slowly fucking his back hole in and out, until he is stretched enough for me to add another, and I relish in the way he pushes back against me.

“That’s it, Golden Boy, fuck yourself on my fingers,” I praise, licking the underside of his cock eagerly, before sucking one of his balls into my mouth, as pre-cum spills across my chin.

“Mmm,” he moans around me, sucking me even more eagerly, and knowing he is getting pleasure from my pleasure. That I am sucking his cock while he is sucking mine, is another level of need I have never felt before, and I never want him to stop.

It’s only then I realize what he’s doing, how easily he was able to distract me from my despair, with just his lips on mine, and I almost laugh. I’ve spent so long pushing him away, telling him to fuck off and leave me alone, yet the peace I feel with him in my bed, fucking my mouth without pause, is something I have spent years striving for.

We fuck, and thrust, and grind, until our cocks are spilling across one another’s tongues, and Archer is moaning my name like I am the answer to all of his prayers, but I’m pretty sure he’s the answer to mine. I once thought he was my damnation, but maybe salvation is a better word for Archer Gray, and his presence in my bed.

By the time I drop back to the mattress beside him, and he pulls me in close, I fall asleep easier than I have in years, and I don’t have one single nightmare.