“You don’t even know what I want to do with my life. Now, suddenly, you’re ready to make plans?”
Despite the challenge in his voice, I hear the crack of vulnerability. He wants me to choose him. To make promises. Lay out a plan that includes him. Alister Sommers needs to be tethered to this world, or else he feels like he’ll float away, somehow ending up in the black void that is his biological father.
“I bet I could guess.” I roll us until he’s beneath me. Grabbing his wrists, I pin them to the bed beside his head. “Just like I guessed you wanted me to overpower you.”
His hips lift, eagerly seeking out the friction my body offers. I grind my dick against his, making us both gasp with pleasure before stilling.
“You,” I murmur, nipping at his bottom lip, “want to make your art. Maybe even sell it one day. I can see you wanting to study it more, maybe traveling someplace where you can learn on your own versus some boring classroom.”
He sighs as though he likes that idea. “Sculpting makes me happy.”
“Happier than running track or playing violin.”
“I like transforming something pliable and soft, making it into something better than it was before. Changing it into something permanent and beautiful.”
Permanent.
I’d teased him about looking as though he was ready to move out at any second. But it’s exactly the truth. Alis is afraid to plant roots in case he gets plucked up. Planting roots and then being ripped away would hurt too much. I can understand that.
“So, we’ll go do that.” I shrug. “Go let you do your art shit.”
The bed rumbles with his laughter. “You have it all figured out, huh? You’re going to run away with your barely boyfriend, who’ll soon be your stepbrother?”
“Not run away,” I explain, kissing his supple lips. “Travel and learn.”
“What about college?” he demands. “Our dads would kill us if we didn’t go.”
“In your imagined scenario, we’re already dead. Stepbrother fucking and all got us kicked out. Disowned. Whatever. It earns us freedom.” I kiss a path along his jaw and to his throat. “In my scenario, we’ll do what we want because we can.”
He moans at the touch of my tongue dancing over his skin near his ear. I love the fuck out of teasing him. After a few small love bites that I hope will bruise because seeing my handiwork the next day is intoxicating, I smile against his flesh.
“We’re not your dumb anime porn duo,” he sasses, bucking his hips up.
“Mubōna Ikari isn’t porn, fucker.” I let go of his wrists to kiss along his chest to his navel. My tongue dips into the hole, earning a gasp from him. “It’s art.”
“I beg to differ.”
“I’ll have you begging to come instead.”
His fingers fly to my hair, and he tugs at the strands. “Canyon, I’m scared.”
“Of coming?”
“No, asshole,” he grumbles. “The future. Not knowing. Because if Colin—”
“The future is certain,” I interrupt, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his briefs. “It’s certain. I’ll make sure you have one. Here. With me. And if we get run off by our dads, then it’ll be out there.” I rid him of his underwear and point toward the big window. “Still with me, Wonderland. Got any other arguments? I can go all night.”
He curses as my tongue circles the tip of his cock, toying with the piercing there. A burst of warmth surges through me at the thought of the metal rubbing at my prostate. When he’d first fingered my ass while sucking me off, I nearly lost my mind. I was apprehensive to begin with, but it quickly turned to begging for more. I’m not sure I’ll completely love a dick up my ass, but if Alis can take it, surely I can too. Usually, whatever he can do, I can do better.
“You look evil right now,” Alis murmurs, panting and eagerly trying to push the crown of his dick past my lips.
“Just reminding myself that I’m better at being gay than you.”
“That’s not a thing, man.”
“I just made it a thing.”
“There aren’t levels of gayness. You don’t get to beat certain levels and win gold coins or some shit.”
“But if you could, I’d be at least three levels above you, and you’d be begging to borrow some of my coins.”
“I’m not arguing about this with you because it’s fucking dumb.”
“You’re not arguing because it’s no contest.”
“You’ll never be at my level anyway,” he argues, because let’s face it, he has to win when it comes to the things we do together. “You’re bi. I beat you by fifty percent—”
I choke on his dick while he chokes on his words. Whatever verbal argument he thought he was winning ended the second I got his cock down my throat. I might be bisexual, but I’m all sexual when it comes to Alis Sommers. He drives me crazy in the best possible ways. Makes me forget all the stupid, terrible shit in my life and want to protect him from the stupid, terrible shit in his own life. My problems with Dad, Mom, Carrie, Damon—they all fade when I have this guy pinned beneath me, keening as I suck on his dick like it’s an Olympic sport and I’m trying to earn a fucking gold medal.
He comes so quickly, I’m pretty sure he’s won some sort of Guinness World Record. When I articulate as much, we wrestle around on the bed, tangling the sheets and laughing until he’s showing me with his perfect, extremely expert tongue that I can once again beat Wonderland.
I come down his eager throat, much quicker than he came down mine.
Fuck, I’ll never tire of how he makes me feel. It’s terrifying to be so overcome with such intense emotion and need, but it’s also exhilarating. I’ve been hurting for too long because of my family troubles.
This feels good and right and fulfilling.
I’ll give him that sense of home and the future he craves.
All he has to do is give me one thing…
Him.
Alister
Waking up with Canyon Voss naked and snoring on my chest is something I could get used to. The warm, anchoring sensation chases away the cold memories of the past that crept up on me in the early hours of the morning.
My gaze drifts to the poster he hung on my wall.
Of us.
A smile tugs at my lips. Not us. Them. Daisuke and Chibi. But I can’t help but see Canyon’s taunting smirk anytime we watch the show.
“I can hear you smiling,” Canyon gripes, his voice raspy with sleep as his words tickle across my chest. “It’s too loud for seven in the morning.”
“Six,” I tell him cheerily.
He grumbles something unintelligible that has me chuckling. All the bullshit in my life is muted when I’m with him. Together, we’re trapped in our peaceful bubble where everything feels good. Really good. No worries or stress or fear. Just us and a lot of orgasms.
“They’ll kill us,” I say with a sigh. “Our dads will kill us.”
Canyon scoots up the bed, burying his face against the side of my neck and kissing me sweetly. His affectionate nature is addictive. Being wrapped up in his loving embrace is almost too much to bear. It makes me yearn for things I have no business feeling or wanting.