Sex & Mayhem 01 Road of No Return (37 page)

“You hurtin’ a lot?” Stitch stroked the side of Zak’s body, marveling at the tattoos. He knew them all, yet he always found something new in there. A demon he hadn’t noticed or a woman whose coat had disappeared, leaving her naked. Thrown in the crowd of other figures, she wasn’t all that easy to spot.

Zak looked up at him with a small smile. “I’m gonna live but let’s keep it simple tonight, yeah?” he asked, nuzzling Stitch’s jaw as they automatically stepped closer by the bed.

“Whatever you need.” Stitch sat down on the soft bedspread. He would do anything for Zak, and looking up at his gorgeous body, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

Zak slid between his spread thighs and pulled him in, cradling his head against the inked stomach, with the stiff cock poking Stitch’s neck again as if reminding him of its existence.

“Captain won’t rat on you, right?”

“At this point, I don’t know what he’ll do. He’ll keep Cox a secret, but I don’t know about the rest.” Stitch wrapped his arms around Zak’s waist and listened to his heartbeat. It drummed slightly above where his ear was, firm and quick. Its rhythm was enough to spark a new energy in Stitch, making him feel more alive with each loud pulse.

“It’ll be all right.”

Stitch turned his face and kissed Zak’s stomach above the navel. “I’ll think about it tomorrow.” He pulled Zak onto the bed, but not too harshly. He didn’t want the bruises to hurt.

They rolled onto the mattress, and Zak pulled on Stitch’s hair, opening his mouth for a kiss. His nipples hardened from the change in temperature, and Stitch felt them brush against his skin as soon as he leaned down.

The heat between them had their skin drying in no time. Stitch explored each part of Zak’s body with his fingertips, but he made sure not to lean on Zak too much. He closed his eyes as the kiss deepened into a tongue lovemaking.

Stitch kept kneading Zak’s thighs and was already imagining his dick in his lover’s hot body, pumping that pulsing hole until he came. He loved going bareback, having his come ooze out of that tender ass and have his lover accept him so completely. He wouldn’t say it, worried Zak would find it creepy, but sometimes he wished he could make babies with Zak. They’d have those perfect blue eyes, and Holly could have some siblings to play with.

Zak giggled as his warm hand rested over Stitch’s cock, warm and inviting. In the semidarkness, touch, taste, and smell were enough for Stitch to savor him. “When you’re with me like this, my skin feels like it’s burning,” came the soft whisper.

“Good. Remember, I’m the only one for you,” Stitch uttered and reached out to the bedside cupboard for lube. He liked the neutral one, so he could focus on Zak’s fresh smell.

Zak’s warm breath ghosted over Stitch’s spine. “I know.”

Stitch kissed his ear, increasingly eager to get the lube where it belonged. He squeezed some out, remembering all the countless times they’d fucked. Fast, slow, rough, sweet, in the car, at the swamp, in the kitchen, in the garage, in the bath, in bed, on the floor. Each time was engraved in Stitch’s muscle memory. Each time, Zak became more familiar and yet no two times were the same, with the deep yearning having Stitch constantly thinking about his lover. It was so different from anything he had ever felt for anyone, even for Crystal or some of the guys he was secretly crushing on. This time, he was choosing to follow his instincts, crawl deep into Zak’s embrace and never let him go. He didn’t owe anything to the people who’d call this love wrong, not when it felt so right, so fulfilling. Just looking at Zak smiling at him, drawing on the sofa, playing with Versay was enough to make him all warm and gooey inside.

“What are you thinking about?” uttered Zak with a small smile even as he slowly rolled over to his side.

“How much I want you to be my family.” Stitch kissed Zak’s shoulder and got some lube onto his fingers before sliding them between the warm buttocks. His cock was throbbing with urgency. It was nice to take your time with sex, but he was desperate to speed up.

Zak gasped and pulled up one knee. He leaned back into Stitch’s chest and rested his head on Stitch’s bicep with a low groan. “You, me, and the dog? The perfect gay family,” he chuckled, kissing the inner side of Stitch’s arm.

“I want it all. I want Holly in my life, and even Crystal. I want to make it work.” Stitch trailed kisses along Zak’s arm as he teased the anus with his slippery fingers, already excited by the heat of Zak’s body. It would suck him in, tightening around him when he pulled out and opening up to swallow his cock when he pushed in.

Zak reached back with a moan, and his hand closed around Stitch’s wrist, pressing Stitch’s hand to his ass with a demanding gesture. He didn’t have to suggest it twice. Stitch drilled in two fingers at once in a slow but firm circular motion. He already knew Zak would be ready for him in no time. Knowing a partner’s body like this was a far cry from the first time they’d fucked, when he wasn’t sure what to say, how to treat a guy, or what Zak liked. Bottoming also gave Stitch perspective on how it felt to be penetrated, and even though he topped more frequently than not, thanks to the experience he could better understand what his lover was feeling. It was both being vulnerable and empowered, the pleasure of being filled, entered by someone he felt so much for, and the sheer ecstasy of having his prostate nudged by a cock. There was nothing else like it, and when Zak’s tight body opened up to his fingers, he groaned, sucking on his shoulder, driving the digits deep and scissoring them in the already relaxed hole. Zak loved being fucked so there usually wasn’t much to overcome, but Stitch still enjoyed dipping his fingers inside and teasing the sensitive flesh wherever he could reach.

“You ready for me, Zak?” Stitch murmured into his skin, but already knew what the answer would be. He pulled out his fingers and pinched Zak’s ass.

Zak’s back arched, and for a moment Stitch believed it was the witch inked on the skin that moved but it was all an illusion. Zak buried his face in the soft inner side of Stitch’s elbow and moaned, his ass brushing against Stitch’s cock. “I need you to keep me close.”

“I won’t ever let you go.” Stitch licked along Zak’s skin, savoring the saltiness. He grabbed Zak’s thigh in a firm grip and kept it lifted as he teased Zak’s crack with his cockhead. On an impulse, he pushed in, breathing in Zak's smell as he sank deep into that welcoming hole. So fucking hot, slippery, and inviting.

Zak's groan echoed through the room. He arched against Stitch and pushed back his hips, impaling himself all the way and molding their bodies together. “We’re in this together. No one’s gonna take you away from me,” he whispered, and it didn’t matter whether he was talking about Crystal, the MC, or even the criminal justice system.

Stitch hugged Zak close, with his stomach against Zak’s back, hand holding onto Zak’s thigh. He pushed his dick in deep and started a rhythm of slapping noises. He already imagined leaving his come in Zak, marking him with his scent, as he bit on his warm ear. He needed Zak to feel him to the core.

They moved together, completely immersed in one another, Zak’s breath burning Stitch’s forearm, his ass tightening around him time and time again, as if Zak wanted to keep him deep inside, hug him both from the outside and from within. The shampoo smelled so good on Zak’s skin, teasing Stitch into burying his nose in the damp mane as he drove his cock in a steady yet firm rhythm. Zak spat on his free hand and moved it down to touch himself with a low moan.

Stitch put his chin on Zak’s arm and looked down at that beautiful cock, moving his hips at the same pace as Zak’s hand. “Come first. I wanna watch,” he panted, his body so hot he would probably need another shower.

Zak shuddered in his arms, squeezing the cock in his fist and clamping down on Stitch in the same moment. “My nipple,” he whispered, rolling his head back to look at Stitch, his eyes glowing, lips dark and plump.

Stitch grinned down at the rings in Zak’s nipples and let go of Zak’s thigh to move his hand where it was clearly more needed. He pulled on the piercing and twisted it gently. “Come on, jerk off,” he rasped.

Zak twitched against him and snapped his teeth toward Stitch with a manic expression. “Such a dirty mouth,” he uttered breathlessly but his hand started moving faster, firmer, slapping against his balls.

“Such a dirty boy.” Stitch chuckled and only fucked Zak harder, with sharp, fast jabs.

“Yes. I love your cock up my ass,” growled Zak. He bit his lip, trembling ever so slightly as his eyes glazed over, and he came, thick ropes of come splattering on the duvet and Zak’s hand. Stitch made sure not to blink, so he could watch the spectacle, but when the muscles in Zak’s ass started clenching around his cock, he moaned, knowing it wouldn’t take long for him to finish. He pinched Zak’s nipple hard and slammed his cock in a few more times. He barely breathed when he came and pumped his come into Zak.

“So good,” he rasped. “Take it all.”

“Yes. I want it,” whispered Zak. His fingers clenched around both of Stitch’s wrists, keeping them close to his body. He leaned in and pressed quick, sensuous kisses to both, like they were the most precious things in the world.

Stitch didn’t have any words left, so he just returned the kisses onto Zak’s skin, wherever he could reach without moving too much. His muscles were goo.

“You’re all mine,” was the last thing he heard from Zak.

He’d never felt more like an outlaw than now.

Zak touched the sand and looked up at the trembling surface of the water. It was so warm that he almost felt dry, with rays of sun caressing his skin. But he pushed himself away from the surface, and the rocks at the shore became more distant, like something belonging to a different world. His back hit the sand, and he rolled to his stomach to face Stitch. His lover sat cross-legged next to a large pink fish, which kept its eyes on something Stitch was writing in the sand.

Stitch smiled up at him, and Zak noticed it said ‘Hounds of Valhalla’ on the sand. “We should move to Mexico.”

Zak smiled and moved forward on his hands and knees, pushing back the hair that kept floating into his face. He stopped when his hand grasped something strange instead of sand. It was a face, and his fingers were buried deep in the eyeless sockets, the heel of his palm resting in the open mouth. All of a sudden, Zak was out of air, his chest tightening as if something within it sucked in his lungs, as if there was a black hole in place of his heart. He tried to scream but no noise came, and the moment his mouth opened, bitter, salty water rushed down his throat like a fist. He yanked his fingers out of the face’s eye sockets. It was Cox.

*

He was tossed around by a harsh wave, no, by a pair of strong arms. Holding on to the warm flesh in his arms, he screamed when a dull pain spread through his brain from a punch to its side. For a moment, he had no idea where he was, his eyes stinging, mind still clinging to the dream.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He heard a harsh male voice and suddenly met the floor, tumbling over it a few times. It was harder than he imagined, and he actually heard a sharp snap in his neck when he landed. But no, he could still move his head.

“Told you. Enough is enough,” Captain said.

“What are you doing here? Get the fuck out!” Stitch.

Zak turned to his back and tried to get to his feet, but Captain launched himself at him like the embodiment of fury. One punch to the gut robbed him of breath, and his knees softened. He dropped to the floor against his will. “Leave,” he choked out. “This is my house.” The edges of his vision were darkening when he looked around, spotting six men in the all-too-familiar leather cuts. From the floor, they looked like demons who came all the way here from hell, ready to drag him and Stitch to the cellar and bury them alive.

“We’re here to take what’s ours, pussyboy.” Gator said, smoking a cigarette by the window. “I wouldn’t take you for a roses kind of guy.” He grabbed the flowery curtain in his hand. “But then again I wouldn’t take Stitch for a fag.”

“He’s got nothing to do with our business!” Stitch yelled at them, and Zak finally noticed Stitch had got pulled to the other side of the bed and was forced to kneel. One guy held his arms back and cuffed him, while another one had a knife to his neck. They were all people Zak knew, but at this moment, they seemed like a faceless mass, like ants sharing one goal: devour what stands in your way.

All thought left Zak’s head, leaving behind chaos as his hands and legs suddenly burst with heat. He raised his palms, fighting for every word that left his mouth. “Leave him, please. You can have whatever you want,” he whispered, choking up. His eyes stung, and he felt as if someone was trying to strangle him with a thick fist.

Captain snorted and smacked the back of Zak’s head. Still, it was nothing like the beating Zak got yesterday, which only had him more nervous because it meant they weren’t here to hurt him. They were here for Stitch.

“You touch him and I’m gonna k—” Stitch yelled, but got his mouth stuffed with a makeshift gag. Blood dripped down his neck and chest from where the knife dug in as he writhed.

“We’ll leave today, I promise. You won’t have to see us ever again,” uttered Zak, afraid to make any sudden move with the blade against Stitch’s skin. “I’ll do anything you want. Let him go...” he whispered once again as his breath turned into a wheeze. This couldn’t be happening.