Lay Me Down (MxM)

31. Chances 🌶️

Hi humans, thank you so much for your patience! I'm excited to be back with an extra thicc, extra juicy, emotional-whiplash-of-a-chapter for ya'll. Be advised this one gets spicy... so, call it a taste of things to cum? Lastly, as a TW, this chapter will contain mention of physical abuse, some physical violence, and sexual assault. -Quill

Jae

The water hit my back with a refreshing intensity, the heat making me audibly sigh in an, I'm-getting-way-too-close-to-thirty-with-an-aching-body kind of way. Twenty-eight hit different, especially with my knees and back not being so great from all the time I spent greenside with Marines.

I pressed my hands on the wall and dropped my forehead against it, the coolness of the white tiling against my skin a stark contrast from the blistering heat of the water. I always came out of the shower with heat marks on my back because of it, but I didn't mind. I preferred my water near burning, and usually showers served as a mental break for me. A place to dump my brain while water and soap cleansed me of the days grime. A place to clear my head, to find balance, peace... and yeah, whack off.

But 'balance' and 'peace' were exactly what I couldn't find just then; only racing thoughts and a raging boner. All because of the beautiful young man just outside my bedroom door. It's like his name was carved into the walls of my brain. The sound of his tenor voice, the way he shuffled around my home shyly, the dimple on his left cheek when he smiled, the heat that would bloom in his face over the simplest of things... Point was, Lu and I were no different than a lidded pot of water reaching its boiling point; all that steam, with no place to go. At some point, we were gonna bubble over, and that scared me.

"God damn..." I hissed, tapping my fingers anxiously. I'd told myself not to get off just yet. I didn't want to fall prey to these carnal needs so easily and I was stronger than that. I'd told myself Lucas would be my treat, my reward at the end of the day. That the release I craved so desperately now would happen later with him, in him. But he'd gone and driven me wild with his snarky disobedience, his downright neediness, silly one-liners and overall brashness.

But truly, my head was mess. What would I do about Lucas? What would become of us, and even more than that, should anything come of it when all was said and done? What about Addie? What would it mean for her if Lucas and I became more than... well, whatever we were now?

Fucking Lucas. I shut my eyes and turned my face upward into the stream of water, letting it damn near suffocate me for a bit until I had to drop my head to breathe. I opened my eyes, and I took a deep breath, gaze settling on my erection again. Fuck.

I pumped some bodywash onto my hand and shook my head, trying to change my pattern of thought again as I washed myself. The attempt to get my mind off him was futile, though, and before I knew it my right hand was wrapped around my cock. My heart raced and I dropped my forehead into the wall, cursing under my breath once I started stroking myself. My mind drifted to Lucas, imagination drawing me into the most delicious scene.

In my mind, he's there at his feet on his knees, and he's beautiful. Drool is running down his chin, and the sensation his throat closing over my cock when he gags on me is utter bliss. Tears run from his eyes, and he moans around me while I fuck myself into that pretty mouth, his thick, mussy curls in hand and head now completely mine to control. His throat is mine to fuck, that tight boy pussy mine to breed. Lu whines and gasps for air when I rut myself into his mouth, and then a soft hand hooks itself around my waist as he takes me deeper still. My pretty boy swallows around my cock, fighting just to breathe, and I can't take it anymore.

"Show me." I murmured aloud between labored breaths, pumping my slick, soapy cock in hand desperately. I cursed audibly as I neared my high, stroking myself erratically till my cum spilled onto my hand, the floor, the wall... I wished it were in his mouth, and in my mind... yes, in there, his pretty mouth is drinking me up. In my mind, I force myself as deep as he'll take me, gripping his hair roughly through the completion of my orgasm until he's squirming and moaning at the pain. He's mine... he's mine. The vivid image of Lucas' open, cum-filled mouth consumes my senses. My seed running out the corners of his lips, eyes red and watery, his bare, toned chest panting for air after I've fucked him breathless. And then those eyes, those stormy, almond-shaped eyes capture me entirely. He gazes up at his master, in such need, such desperation, such obedience, and in total irony, I've no choice but to be consumed by him.