Locked up and tortured but refusing to sell out the people he loves, Nathan tries to flip the loyalty of an old friend in the hopes they'll help him escape.
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Just when Nathan...
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I woke up in the middle of the night and stared up at the cloudy sky. I needed to move. I rose from the mattress, silently to not bother Che. I started running. I ran so fast, pushed myself so hard, my lungs felt like collapsing when I finally returned to the house. I couldn't run as much as I wanted since my arm was broken and still hurt like hell.
The forest around the mansion was big and fenced in. It was obvious it belonged to the house, and I was not complaining. I needed space. I felt claustrophobic, but less so when I had been running. I actually felt okay right now, despite the pain.
I shook out the pain in my arm as I walked up the stairs and plopped down on the mattress again. Che turned around, put his arms around me and pulled me close to his chest. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, and it crawled under my skin, heating up my aching bones.
"Where did you go?" he murmured very sleepily.
"I just needed to move a bit. Go back to sleep." I wiggled a little closer to him. He pressed me closer yet and kissed the back of my neck.
"I'm cold though," he whispered and ran his hand under my shirt. "And you're so warm." His hand ran down, and I closed my eyes, loving the feel of him touching me.
"You getting warmer?" I breathed.
"It's definitely working," Che chuckled and pressed himself at me. I pushed back, and he exhaled loudly. "I've missed you so much." He gently pulled on my shoulder, so I ended up on my back. He kissed me and slowly slid down between my legs.
"I've missed you too," I said pretty pathetically.
Che stopped and raised himself a bit so he could see me. I think his expression mirrored mine pretty well. Pained. He stroked his thumb over my cheek, over the ugly 'F' scar. He dipped down and softly pressed his lips to mine.
I moved under him and made him jerk his hips. I moved again, and Che did too. I honestly don't know how long we just lied there, but it was almost better than anything I had ever experienced. I had my arms around him and kept pressing him closer to me, and we kept kissing. I just wanted him to be closer. I started pulling on his shirt, and he pulled it off himself.
He raised himself, so he was sitting on his knees, me following him and pulled my shirt off me. His mouth left mine and slowly worked himself down my throat. I tipped my head up and buried my fingers in his hair. The mix of his hot breath, soft lips and tongue made me almost lose my mind. I couldn't stop myself from groaning, and I was purring really loudly too.
He slowly pulled on my sweats and briefs. I pulled his trousers off too. He pushed me down again, and I pulled him with me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slid his hand under my lower back, pulling the lower half of my body up from the mattress. He pushed himself inside of me while trying to bite down a groan. I couldn't really move, but Che didn't seem to mind. His hips were slowly rolling back and forth, while he was looking down at me. We were both breathing really loudly, panting really, while we just kept looking at each other.
