Chapter 35

35

Troy

Atlas’s greedy hands and mouth are all over me as soon as we’re in his apartment, and before I know it, he’s got my back against the door.

“I like my frisky Atlas,” I say as he gives our lips a moment’s rest.

“Just wanna get to doing all the things I couldn’t do in front of your mom.” He plants another kiss, starting off firm, but then turns gentle before he licks up my lips and pulls away.

There’s concern in his expression. Maybe I know it so well because we’ve gotten good at reading each other after all these years. Or maybe it’s because I saw it when he showed up at the hospital. As much as I hated that I’d made him worry, it was nice to see how much he cared. After what happened with Brandon, it was refreshing to see Mom and Atlas drop everything to be there for me. Reminded me that the people who matter in my life, I don’t have to wonder why they’re not around or try to drag them back into my life against their will. They show up because I matter to them.

“How’s your hand?”

“The pills they gave me helped with the pain.”

“And how are you feeling, outside of the hand?”

It’s been a wild night. The shit with Brandon. The searing pain before the paramedics arrived. Glen walking in on Atlas and me. Finding out about Glen cheating on my mom. And then all those hours in the hospital to spin in the mindfuck of everything that happened, before I was finally discharged this morning.

As I consider Atlas’s question, he whispers, “Be honest.”

It reminds me of special, intimate moments we’ve shared. But now he’s not just wanting to know my secret wishes and desires, but my heart.

And he’s already got that.

“I’m sad for Mom,” I confess. “I know she was trying to keep it together for us, and I’m proud of her. That couldn’t have been easy. I know she loves the life we’ve gotten to live with Glen. And I know how much she wanted it to work. Not just for her, but for me too.”

Atlas rests his hand against the side of my face, and as I relax into his hold, his thumb strokes my cheek.

“I’m glad you get how hard that was for her,” he says. “And you should be proud. She really put that dick in his place.”

But even in his concern for me, I see something else in that green gaze. “Now it’s your turn,” I say. “How do you feel? About Glen? Be honest.”

I know how I fucking feel about that bastard. That I’d already wrecked my good hand had probably worked out for all of us and kept me from having charges pressed against me.

Atlas bites his bottom lip, his gaze wavering. “Like I’ve been killing myself trying to make it work with Glen for Mom. For years, even when he was a fucking asshole, I kept telling myself that’s what she would have wanted, but after he left last night, I knew if Mom had been in that room and seen his reaction, heard what he’d said about us, she would have told him to fuck off.”

There’s a sparkle as a tear wells in my Titan’s eye. I hook my arm around him, drawing him in for a hug.

“Did it feel as good to shout at him as it did for me?” Atlas asks, making me chuckle.

“It definitely felt good, but yours had that extra kick of I’m sick and tired of this asshole that could only come from you.”

He leans back and says, “I hope Ellie drags his ass in the divorce.”

“You have any lawyers you’d recommend?”

Atlas tilts his head. “Now that you mention it, Glen had a falling out with a powerhouse family law attorney a few years back. Maybe that’s what he gets for making me show up to his stupid parties. I bet Ellie could reach out to him.”

“She’ll probably take you up on that. I can’t imagine Glen making it easy on her.”

His playful expression turns serious again. “Don’t worry, T. We’ll be there for her.”

And fuck, I love that he said we’ll be there for her. That he thinks about our future, and I’m in it with him.

“It’s nice that Mom knows about us now. No need for an awkward conversation about it.”

“Too bad. I was hoping we’d get to have a big surprise coming-out party. I mean, we can still do that. I’d love to send Glen an invite.”

We share a laugh.

“Did you notice his first reaction was that he wanted to know what I did to you?” Atlas asks, moving closer, his hand resting on my waist, then moving around to the small of my back.

“It is kind of your fault. I mean, you started that bet. Little tempter luring me into your deviant sexual ways.”

“Damn right,” Atlas says before stealing another kiss, his tongue making up for the lost time at the hospital.

So wild that we’re able to joke about this already.

His hands grope and fondle me again, and as my cock stiffens, he strokes over my crotch. “Now, T, you know you need to rest after all that excitement.”

“Rest?” I lean forward and take his lips again. “That’s not what I had in mind.”

He chuckles. “What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking that I wanted to fuck you.”

“Oh really?”

“Gonna have this cast on for a while. Figured I might need to learn how to navigate around it.”

I raise it, and not for the first time, he notices the part over my wrist. After Glen left, maybe as a big fuck-you especially to him, I wrote out Atlas’s name where the cast now covers my wrist henna.

His smile expands.

“You’re probably gonna have to ride me,” I say, “now that I’m wounded.”

“And you’re just gonna have to sit there while I pleasure you with my hole?”

I close my eyes and take a dramatic breath. “God, this will be horrible if that’s going to be our lives for the next few weeks.”

“Riding your cock like my life depends on it, and getting filled up again and again? That would make me some kind of saint, right?”

“For sure! This is my jerking-off hand, and if someone doesn’t get me off, I could blue-ball to death.”

Atlas bursts into a laugh. “Come here, you fucking dork.”

It doesn’t take us long to find our way to the bedroom, where we throw the comforter back and strip down. I lie across the bed while Atlas grabs the lube from the nightstand.

“Are we still using that?” I tease.

“I’m real stressed today, so I’m gonna need it.”

He straddles my waist, kissing me while spreading lube on my cock.

“First dick you’ve taken, and you’re already a pro.”

“Pfft. I was a pro the first time I sucked you off.”

“No lies detected.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” he whispers, his voice full of desire, like he’s pissed that the time in the hospital prevented us from sharing this already.

He lowers his ass, lining my cock up with his tight hole.

I relax my head against the pillow, watching his expression as he takes me.

With his eyes closed, he steadily lowers himself. “Oh, Troy, Troy.”

He knows I love it when he says my name, and it makes my cock throb as I continue sliding into him.

“Oh yeah. Let me take some of that stress off you,” I say, stroking his thigh with my working hand. He rocks up and down, and we work into a familiar rhythm, our pace picking up. Leaning forward, he kisses me, and I run my hand over my name under his pec.

I rest my wounded arm back so he can see his name on my wrist, and when he opens his eyes, he smiles, assuring me he’s pleased.

I thrust up into my man, fucking him hard, the bed shaking violently like it did that first night we fucked here.

His cock bounces against my abs, his precum dripping onto my skin. I slide my hand into it and run it across my face. I want him all over me, marking me, staining me.

As wild as the past twelve hours have been, having my cock buried in his ass, his eyes rolling back, reminds me that fucked up as life can be, there’s still so much that makes it all worth it.

He’s moaning, and I fucking can’t help myself, I’m too fucking greedy. “Fuck me, A. I want you to fuck me.”

He snickers. “I knew you wouldn’t get all the way without needing me inside you.”

Damn, the fucker does know me.

He dismounts, lubes up, and takes my hole—it’s his hole to take.

I’m his to do whatever the fuck he wants with now.

We get going, faster and faster. “Fuck me. Don’t hold back. Don’t hold anything back,” I beg as he’s got his cock thrusting against my prostate. I’m writhing, consumed with sensation, the pressure so intense, like I could blow at any moment.

“Whose are you?” Atlas asks.

“All yours. All fucking yours.”

He leans close and licks up the middle of my lips. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, Troy. That’s how it’s always been. That’s how it’ll always be.”

Heat rushes to my face as he jackhammers away at my hole. “I’m coming, A.”

“Me too,” he warns.

It’s not even fireworks—it’s a fucking grenade before I’m lost in sensation. I feel him pulse in me, filling me up. I’m not even touching myself, and my cum shoots across my abs, my mind scattering, allowing me a moment of pure relief from all that’s happened.

He takes care not to jostle my hand as he lies over me. We’re a mess of sweat, body heat, and breaths, and with his flesh against mine, his body like a sheet over me, I know this is where I belong, under him, his cock buried in me, his mouth pressed against my cheek as I breathe in his intoxicating scent.

This is our life. It can be wild, chaotic, and confusing as fuck. I can screw things up and be totally lost, and I don’t give a shit as long as I belong to him. And he belongs to me.