Enamored To A Fool (6 page)

The Foster that Axle was seeing right now was in his element and more at peace. This fae enjoyed the sounds of nature as opposed to pop music. Axle could tell he enjoyed the smell of fallen leaves as opposed to the smells of the summer breeze.

Walking into the cabin, it hit Axle all at once. When he got better, was dry for a little while, felt like he was in his own skin for once in his life, he was going to be with Foster. There was no question in his mind about that. That was the only thing right now he was sure of. This was the fae he wanted, and the only thing that stood in his way was himself. Axle was going to do everything he could to get better. If he had to talk about what happened, he would. If he had to ask for help, he would. And if he had to talk to the fae he was falling for about his dark past to get him closer to the light, he was willing to do it.

Three weeks had gone by, and while Axle felt like he was making strides in getting his life back together, he still wasn’t all the way there and he was getting damn inpatient with himself. Sitting on the shore had become his morning routine. It was his thinking time to sort everything out and had become a balm to his soul. He was getting better, but he wasn’t so sure if he would ever heal completely. His past had molded him into what was now sitting there. But the sludge of what he was carrying was peeling away in thin layers.

Axle couldn't help but be a little more excited every day that he felt the darkness slowly creep its way from his soul. Hell, he felt lighter. He felt more like the young man he used to be rather than the tainted one he had become.

Axle was even trying to extend the olive branch with the Seelie. He would go to the beach with Foster and sit with the fae while talking to Brokk. The little sprite had become a friend to them. He had a feeling that even though Brokk was one of the brightest Seelie, he was an outsider like Foster and him. Axle tried to make sure Brokk never felt that way again. Protective instincts were coming back, and now, he had Foster standing watch with him to make sure no one gave Brokk hell.

He also made visits to the beach so he could get a glimpse of his brother running around ice mountain, as Axle had come to call it. They hadn’t met face to face yet, but now, Axle wanted to wait so his brother would see the improved him rather than the asshole he had to endure the last couple of years. So, he watched Torque from a distance.

Hell, for two days, Axle even saw Torque dragging pine tree after pine tree into the castle only to come out screaming loud enough to reach his ears.
Frustrated much, little bro?

The Seelie beach had the biggest damn tree that Axle had ever seen in his life. The tree was a thing of beauty too, decorations that caught the summer sun, ones that moved and played music. Axle actually liked to go over to the beach now, just so he could stare at it for a couple hours. Foster would come along and sit next to him as they drank hot apple cider from the mortal realm. And Brokk…well, he was always on his other side now.

However, the last few days, his brother hadn’t been coming out to have a snowball fight with Puck or run around with the other Unseelie.
Is he okay?
He hadn’t seen Puck either so he couldn’t help but be worried.

The other reason Axle came to the lake was to think about Foster. The man had been true to his word, he had become a friend to him. Axle had an honest friend for the first time in his life and cherished every second of it. The two spent their days in the woods, Foster teaching him how to hunt. Axle still was terrible and oftentimes hurt more than helped the fae by being too damn loud, but Foster would just smile and wait patiently for the next game.

Sheesh, but the blood still had him getting horizontal in a New York minute. So, he didn’t think it was in the cards to continue doing it in the future. Foster now had a system to keep him busy until all sight of blood was gone.

Axle did everything he could to help Foster. Clean the hut, which he refused to let Foster expand. He loved the damn thing as it was. His other duties were to hunt for berries and carry stuff to and from the court when they received items from the mortal realm. It wasn’t much, but Axle tried to show his gratitude in helping Foster wherever he could. Plus, he enjoyed those soft smiles from Foster whenever he worked alongside the fae.

Part of him wished he hadn’t told Foster that he wasn’t ready for anything more than friends. Sleeping in the same hut, spending every moment together had made him grow to care for Foster more than he thought was possible for him. Love had been something to be extended to his brother only. Now, Axle was falling for Foster…deeply.

He also truly trusted Foster. He was the only one outside of his brother that stuck to his word and hadn’t deviated. He had been a rock when Axle doubted even himself. He felt like a big pain in the ass, but Foster had assured him he was exactly what he needed in his lonely world. If the fae hadn’t smiled at him so often and talked about the mundane, he would have doubted him. But they really were two outcasts in a world they weren’t meant to live in.

Hell, it was getting harder to be around the fae without touching him, though. Axle rubbed his brow, knowing that the only solution to his frustration was to initiate it.
Is Foster waiting for me to take action? And why the hell haven’t I?

Of course, Axle knew the answer to that. No matter how much time he had, he would always feel that he wasn't good enough for Foster. His past was just too ugly, and time couldn’t erase that.

Feeling a presence behind him, Axle couldn’t help but smile. “Didn’t expect you this soon.”

Foster came next to him and sat on the leaf-covered beach, “Well, you were thinking so hard, it was difficult to continue sleeping. How are you this morning?”

Foster brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, and Axle couldn’t help but close his eyes at the simple touch.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do just once,” Foster murmured.

How does Foster always know what I am thinking?
He knew the fae couldn’t read his mind, but it seemed the two were connected somehow. Axle had felt Foster’s sadness more than once when they were in the Seelie court.

There was a soft brush across his lips, and Axle gasped before reciprocating the kiss. Axle craved this, and even though his self-doubt warred with him, he was going to enjoy this moment.

Deepening the kiss, he tasted the wild flavors of Foster, moaning as his body began to respond and ache. Foster took over and rolled them both, hearing the crunch of leaves under Axle’s back. Axle was all for Foster taking over, yearned for it. Being six feet and muscular didn’t necessarily mean he wanted to take charge or be the one who topped. Axle shivered just thinking about Foster fucking him right there and then.

A heat was coming over him, and Axle was slowly getting lost in the feel of this man. Foster leaned over him, and he looked up from his bed of dried leaves.

“Are you sure? “Foster asked.

“I’ve wanted this since meeting you, even if you threatened to kill me.” Axle tried to chuckle, but it came out as a moan as Foster pressed his muscular body down on his.

Foster’s long, thick erection pressed against his, and Axle thrust up to get better friction.

“You needed time to settle in, heal a little,” Foster murmured against his neck then sucked the spot.

“Haven’t been here that long,” Axle groaned as Foster bit down on his neck.
Fuck, that feels good.

“Want me to stop?” Foster reached down and cupped Axle’s hard cock.

Axle rolled his hips at the contact.
No fucking way are we stopping.

“Axle?” Foster leaned back and pulled his hand away. “Do you want me to stop?”

Axle shook his head, grabbing Foster’s hand and putting it back on his cock, “No, keep going.”

Foster huffed into his neck, pressing his body back down on Axle. “Let me know now, I’m losing control. I…”

Foster didn’t say anymore but started taking off all their clothes. He began with Axle’s and then moved on to his own, practically tearing them off right before Axle’s eyes. Foster was hot naked, toned muscles, tight abs that led down to a hard, leaking cock. Axle crawled over without thinking. He needed to taste.

Grabbing the long shaft, Axle stroked it a few times, feeling the heat. Licking and sucking at the tip, Axle craved more.
Fuck, that taste is addicting.
Needing more, Axle sucked the cock all the way to the root.

Foster yanked on his hair. “More,” Foster groaned while moving his hips so that he thrust his cock in and out of Axle's mouth.

He absolutely loved Foster losing that much control that he was fucking his mouth.

Foster pulled him away, growling.

“What?” Axle panted. “Do you not like it?”
Sheesh, have I done something wrong?

Foster grabbed him by the hand, yanking Axle up and leading him back to the hut. Oh, Axle loved the way Foster was thinking.

Foster ran as he entered the hut and practically threw Axle on the bed. He was a pretty big fucking guy, and even though they were similar in build, it still surprised the hell out of him. Axle flopped down as Foster walked over to the table and searched within the drawer.

Oil in hand, Foster walked like a predator on the hunt as he made his way over to the bed. For the first time, Axle was seeing a little bit of the Unseelie side to Foster. The fae had a wicked smile, and his eyes were wild with lust.
Fuck yeah.
Axle was so ready for this.

Foster knelt one knee on the bed as he poured a large amount of oil onto his hand. Axle was mesmerized by the sight of tiny dribbles slipping between the fingertips and onto the sheets below.

Not wasting any time, Foster climbed onto the bed and spread Axle’s legs. Axle moaned at the thought of having that cock in him. He took hold of his knees and pulled back his legs for better access.

Foster leaned over and began nipping at his chest and nipples while he circled Axle’s entrance with a greased finger. Axle was a damn pushy bottom and tried to thrust himself down on the digit, but Foster was taking his time, dammit.

A bite to his neck made him yelp. “Ow!”

“Let me take control. You just sit back and enjoy.” Foster growled while inserting a second finger.

“Trying,” Axle huffed out as he felt those long fingers scissor within him. “Please!”

Foster inserted a third finger, and Axle was about ready to pounce the man when he felt those fingers rub over his gland. Lightning raced up his spine, and he groaned. If Foster didn’t hurry up, there was no way Axle was going to hold off his impending climax.

Foster’s touch was causing a heat to come over his body. His cock hung thick, and the tip leaked copiously. Axle had the urge to grab his cock and finish off, but he gritted his teeth as Foster pulled his fingers free.
Yes!
He wanted that dick in him so bad, his legs trembled.

“Condom?” Axle asked.

“Don’t need them. Fae.” As if that was all that needed to be said.

“Explain.” Axle tried really hard to concentrate, but it was almost impossible with his stomach tightening up from the need. He never had unprotected sex…ever.

“We don’t carry diseases. We’re immortal, and you will be also after enough time over here.”

Axle decided to worry about becoming immortal later. Right now, he was too excited to have his first experience without any barriers and with Foster of all people. Could he be any luckier?

Foster slicked his cock up with oil and lined up at Axle’s entrance. Without any hesitation, he began working his way inside Axle. The fae looked wicked as he watched his own cock thrusting in and out of Axle. Hot.

Trying to breathe past the invasion seemed almost impossible for Axle. He wasn’t very experienced with being taken, and Foster was a very large fae. Stuttering out another breath, Axle was finally able to relax a little.

Axle moaned as the burning sensation seemed to fade and pleasure overtook all his senses. Foster scooped his legs up in the crook of those powerful arms, thrusting his cock in deeper while gritting his teeth.

“Right there,” Axle huffed as Foster hit that sweet spot inside him over and over.

Leaning over, Foster began pulling his cock in and out of Axle. Axle couldn’t stave off the climax anymore, and without even touching himself, sprayed all over his stomach and chest, shouting to the hut ceiling.

Foster pounded into him a few more times and grunted as he shot inside Axle. The sensation so foreign to him. Fire ignited inside Axle, and he found himself rolling Foster underneath him, trying to have Foster take him again.

Moaning, Axle leaned down and kissed the fae, aggressive…hungry. If he had time to think, Axle would have known something was wrong. Instead, he began riding Foster's slick, hard cock like they both hadn’t reached their peak. Hell, it only seemed to make them ravenous for more.

“This isn't right” Foster groaned while grabbing Axle’s hips.

“Yeah, but what the fuck do I care about it right now,” Axle huffed out as Foster grabbed his cock. A couple strokes and he was coming all over Foster again. The spray hitting Foster’s stomach, chest and cheek. Leaning over, Axle tasted his own cum, closing his eyes, relishing the flavor.

That seemed to send Foster into a frenzy, because before he knew it, Axle found himself on all fours with Foster reentering for another go, pounding into him. Head dropping, Axle accepted the pounding and felt himself craving more. Just as he sensed Foster tighten up, Axle knew without a doubt that something was seriously wrong. He was ready for round three. Fuck, he hoped they had a steady supply of oil.
What the hell was happening?

Foster wasn’t sure how many hours or days later it might have been before he heard the knocking on his hut door. Currently, he was so exhausted, he could barely sit up. Axle continually reaching for him, a wild desire in those blue eyes. Foster wasn’t sure what was going on, and if he got a moment to get away from the man, he would go ask his queen. But with Axle currently pounding into his ass, he couldn't give a fuck.