Hedon

Hedon - Chapter 22

  "Cas. Cassie. Caston. Cas..Cas..Cas."
  "What!? Fuck!" Caston groaned, pushing the hand away that kept touching him.
  "Damn. Guess a nap was all you needed to power up." Malachi chuckled.
  "The fuck do you want?" Caston asked, his eyes still closed.
  "I'm stopping at a gas station. Didn't know if you wanted food or something to drink."
  Caston opened his eyes and lifted his head quickly as he felt a leather seat beneath hin instead of the hard bed of the truck. He looked around, confused, his eyes squinting at the daylight. "How- when- what the fuck?"
  "It's called driving. It takes you from one place to another." Malachi exaggerated.
  Caston glared at him. "How the fuck did I get in here?"
  "You teleported." Malachi deadpanned. "I carried you."
  "Why?"
  "You were asleep."
  "So? You could've woke me up."
  "I tried. I nearly fucking dropped you and you didn't wake up."
  "You should've just left me back there, then."
  Malachi rolled his eyes. "Are you ever going to accept my affection?"
  "I'm gonna go get a drink."
  "Here." Malachi held a card out between his index and middle finger.
  Caston gave him a look, then leaned down and grabbed cash from his backpack. "I'm not fucking taking that. You're not my sugar daddy."
  "Just let me care for you." Malachi sighed, holding the card out.
  Caston ripped it out of his fingers, then shoved it into his pocket. He climbed out of the truck, then shut the passenger door harshly.
  He jogged over to the glass door and threw it open, making a beeline for the alcohol. He scanned the rows, grabbing a few blue drinks, a black cherry drink that caught his eye, and a mango monster that Malachi would probably like.
  He slowly walked over to the check out and sat his drinks down, flicking his eyes up to the cigarette wall.
  "Pack of Marlboro reds."
  Caston thought for a second that the cashier was going to card him, but one look at the guy's tired, deadpan face told Caston that he probably didn't care how old he was.
  The cashier turned and grabbed a pack of cigarettes, then rang it up with everything else.
  "I'm gonna pretend that I'm asking you for an ID, but just hand me a credit card or something and I'll pretend to check it so I don't get fired." The cashier's bored tone perfectly matched his unenthused face.
  Caston grabbed Malachi's credit card out of his pocket and handed it to the cashier, who examined it for a second before giving it back.
  "Thirty-one fifty-two."
  Caston handed the fifty he grabbed to the cashier, awaiting the change.
  "You have a credit card, but you're paying with cash? Trying to not leave a trace?" The cashier chuckled quietly.
  "It's my boyfriend's card. Cash is mine."
  The cashier nodded with a small smile, then handed Caston his change. "Eighteen forty-eight."
  Caston threw the change into the bag, then grabbed it off of the counter and turned on his heel. He froze in place, as Malachi was standing in front of him.
  A pretty smile crinkled Malachi's eyes and his eyes had that soft, impenetrable look. Like nothing would make him look away from Caston. He took a step forward. "What did you call me?"
  "Don't read into it. It was easier than saying this guy I'm fucking who helps me bury bodies and is in love with me, but I'm not capable of loving him back so we just hang out and have sex sometimes." Caston rolled his eyes, walking put the door as he talked, Malachi in tow.
  "You could've said I was your friend. You didn't even have to say it was my card. But you said I was your boyfriend."
  "That guy will never see us again. It literally meant nothing." Caston said, climbing into the passenger seat.
  "Nothing you say will make me let this go." Malachi smiled, his eyes back on Caston.
  "I bet there's something I could say to shut you up."
  "Oh no..are you gonna threaten to kill me?" Malachi said, a smile still on his lips. He leaned closer to Caston. "I'm so scared."
  Caston pulled his head back, then hit his forehead against Malachi's hard enough to push him away.
  "Ow! What the hell, Cas?"
  "You were too close." Caston said, then grabbed a can from the bag on his lap and held it out to Malachi. "Here."
  "What's this?"
  "A drink."
  "Yeah, no shit, Cas. Like what flavor?"
  "Can you read? It's mango."
  Malachi looked at the can, then to Caston, a smile on his lips. "Is it mine?"
  "I handed it to you, didn't I? I don't like mango." Caston said, grabbing one of his drinks from the bag and cracking it open.
  Malachi put the can in the cup holder, then suddenly put the truck in reverse, making Caston's drink splash down his chin.
  "Yo! The fuck!?" Caston yelled, holding his drink out and wiping his face with the palm of his hand.
  Malachi kept his eyes ahead and pulled onto the road quickly. "I'm going to find a place where I can fuck you."
  Even though Malachi's eyes were set firmly on the road, Caston turned to him with raised eyebrows.
  Malachi drove for a while in silence, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than normal.
  Once the truck came to a stop, Caston had emptied one of his drinks and started another.
  "Get in the back." Malachi said, opening his door and then hopping out.
  Caston put his drink in the cup holder, then climbed over the seats into the back of the truck and kicked his shoes off onto the floor.
  "You could've gotten out and went around."
  "Why would I do that when what I did worked perfectly fine?"
  Malachi rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Just take your fucking clothes off."
  "Just out in the open like this?"
  "We're parked behind a vacant building. It's fine." Malachi said, climbing into the truck and closing the door. "Why are your clothes still on?"
  Caston chuckled and unbuttoned his jeans, then slipped his thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down.
  Malachi reached forward and tugged them off the rest of the way, then did the same with his underwear. He didn't waste any time and leaned down, taking Caston's cock into his mouth.
  Caston leaned his head back, groaning. "I thought- I thought you were gonna...fuck me."
  Malachi pulled off and slowly moved so his face was hovering above Caston's. "I will." He licked Caston's bottom lip, then took it between his teeth until the boy winced. "I want you to cum in my mouth first."
  Malachi slipped his hands under Caston's shirt and pulled it off of him. He leaned back down and slowly trailed kisses over Caston's chest, stopping to suck on his nipples and circle his tongue around the piercings.
  Caston grabbed the back of Malachi's hair, letting breathy noises pass his lips as his mouth moved lower and lower. He moaned loudly as he felt the warmth of Malachi's mouth again.
  Caston couldn't help but to thrust up into Malachi's mouth, smirking every time he gagged. His fingers were digging into Caston's thighs and his nails started to sting his skin in a beautiful way.
  Malachi gagged as Caston came into his mouth, then he pulled off and breathed deeply through his nose. He leaned back down and held eye contact with Caston as he slowly spat the cum onto his chest.
  Malachi dragged his tongue up and around Caston's chest, sucking on his nipples again, but getting a much louder reaction this time.
  "Why..why are you being like this? Don't get me wrong, I like it, but what's..gotten into you?" Caston asked, taking labored breaths between his words.
  Malachi moved so his lips were brushing against Caston's. "I just want to make you feel good. Can I not do that?"
  "You can do whatever you want to me." Caston breathed.
  Malachi smirked and swiftly took his shirt off, then moved into a sitting position to better take off his shoes, pants, and underwear. He resumed his place above Caston, securing a hand on the door behind him.
  Caston's head repeatedly hit the car door, the dull thud backing the loud smacking of Malachi's skin against his.
  Caston couldn't properly catch his breath, every intake of air interrupted with a throaty moan. His fingers were scratching at Malachi's skin, each drag making Malachi groan and thrust harder.
  Malachi suddenly pulled out and sat in the seat. Caston whined and took fast, shallow breaths, looking up at Malachi through his sweaty hair.
  "Come here." Malachi breathed out.
  Caston sat up and moved to straddle Malachi's lap. He held onto his shoulders, then slowly lowered himself until his ass was resting against Malachi's thighs.
  "Oh fuck, Cassie..." Malachi sighed, gently holding Caston's hips.
  Caston lifted himself up and down a few times, Malachi's hands gripping tighter with each one. He couldn't match Malachi's previous pace, but he didn't even try. He simply circled his hips and lifted himself as much as he could before slowly falling back down.
  Malachi's hands moved up his back, sliding back down and pulling Caston closer. Caston let his forehead fall onto Malachi's, their open mouths breathing loudly into each other.
  Caston switched the pace, his movements now more frenetic. Malachi's hands gripped his hips again and he started thrusting up and meeting Caston half way.
  Caston almost felt like his entire body was numb, but Malachi's hands kept reminding him that it wasn't. Every inch of his skin that Malachi touched felt like it was being pricked with needles. His thighs were aching and by now, Malachi was doing all of the work.
  Caston couldn't open his eyes, his entire body weak with pleasure. He felt the leather seat against his back again and suddenly the feeling of Malachi was gone.
  He opened his eyes, seeing Malachi above him, simply looking down at him
  "The fuck? Why'd you stop?" Caston asked, breathing heavily.
  "I don't want you to cum yet." Malachi said, tracing his fingers along Caston's inner thigh.
  Caston laid his head on the seat, holding back any noise his body tried to make because all Malachi is doing is touching him and that shouldn't get that much of a reaction out of him.
  "Cassie.." Malachi said gently.
  "Hm?"
  "I didn't say you could close your eyes."
  Caston looked up at Malachi, swallowing hard.
  Malachi smiled. "Good boy."
  Caston shifted beneath Malachi's touch, the boy's hand now gliding over his hip and right under his belly button.
  "What happened to you wanting to make good time?" Caston asked, his breath hitching afterwards, as Malachi's fingers were replaced with his mouth.
  Malachi looked up at Caston, keeping his mouth on his inner thigh and sinking his teeth into the skin.
  Caston let out a shaky breath, his eyelids fluttering but not closing.
  Malachi's mouth slowly moved up Caston's body, leaving saliva and a few bite marks behind. He stopped just below Caston's jaw. "You like this, right? Me playing with you?"
  "Mhm." Caston nodded.
  "Words, Cassie."
  "Yes, I like it."
  "Do you love it?" Malachi gently took Caston's ear between his teeth.
  "Mhm. Yes."
  "Yes..what?"
  "Yes...I love it." Caston exhaled, turning his head and wincing as Malachi sucked on his neck harshly.
  As he pulled his mouth away, Malachi slowly pushed back in and hovered his mouth over Caston's. "Beg me to let you cum."
  Caston swallowed a sound, but it still fell out of his mouth. Malachi pulled his hips back, then slowly pushing them forward again.
  "Unless you don't want to cum." Caston felt Malachi's mouth turn up against his. "But if you do, beg for it."
  Caston was intensely overstimulated and he wasn't sure if coherent words would come out of his mouth.
  "Please..please, Malachi." Caston wouldn't recognize his own voice if it was played back for him.
  "Please..what?" Malachi smirked, still moving his hips rhythmically.
  A whine passed Caston's lips before the words did. "Please..let me cum, Malachi.." Caston looked up at him, feeling how heavy his eyes had gotten. "Please."
  "Fuck." Malachi exhaled. "You can cum now, holy shit."
  Caston's vision turned phosphorescent as he squeezed his eyelids shut tightly. His moans mixed with Malachi's, both of them fading out as their mouths met frantically between them.
  Caston reached up to hold Malachi's hair. He could barely feel the boy's hands on his waist, but he knew they were there.
  When Caston finally opened his eyes, he still saw Malachi above him, sweaty and so beautiful. They both took a minute to catch their breath. Once his breathing quieted down, Malachi slumped against the seat.
  "I gotta buy you drinks more often." Caston panted, sitting up and pushing his hair out of his face.
  Malachi looked over to him in a way that made Caston feel like he missed something. Malachi's mouth turned up ever so slightly, but not in the way that it usually does. He nodded slightly, then started locating his clothes and putting them back on.