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Chapter 14
Louis
The ensuing night turns out to be one of my worst in a while, and I don’t even understand why . I did the right thing, didn’t I? I let Sparrow go. He’s in Ravi’s hands now, and he’ll be fine. So why do I feel so bad? Why does the darkness press in on me with a distinct feeling of wrongness?
My attempt at distracting myself by working on my bike doesn’t help. Nothing does. My only option might be to take an Ambien, call it a night, and try to forget about this mess.
I’ve got the pill in my palm when my phone starts buzzing. It’s Ravi. A jolt of anxiety shoots through my veins. Did something happen? Something with Sparrow?
“Houston, we have a problem,” Ravi says at the other end of the line. “The little bird has flown off.”
“ What ?”
“Yeah, man. I swear, I was getting him some tea because he said he was cold, but then poof, he was gone! Must have found the back exit or something, and that’s weird because it’s supposed to be locked, and I don’t even know what—”
“I thought I told you to fucking keep an eye on him,” I growl, speeding to the hallway to wrench my jacket on.
If Sparrow has left the motel, it means he’s alone out there, late at night, with no protection…God forbid his forebodings about his ex have some truth to them after all, or some other psycho tries to pick him up, like that rapist bastard Eric Fletcher.
I kill the call, cutting Ravi off in the middle of his apologies and rationalizations. For all I know, he might be the one who let Sparrow go on purpose. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s disobeyed my orders, and now, because of him, Sparrow might be in danger, and…and…
The doorbell rings.
I roll my eyes. Of course.
When I open the door, Sparrow looks up at me with his huge blue eyes, hair windblown and mouth panting as if he ran all the way here.
“Hi,” he gets out between breaths. “It’s me.”
I shake my head, anger and relief warring inside me until I can’t tell one emotion from the next. “I know it’s you, kid.”
“So … uh …”
“Just get inside.” I grab hold of his shoulder and shove him behind me before I close the door. I loom over him in the hallway while he presses himself against the wall, gazing up at me with an almost fearful look in his eyes.
“I-I didn’t want to stay there,” he says. “That place was scary.”
“I know.”
“I want to stay with you.”
My shoulders slump in a weary sigh, and all my resolve fades with it. “I know.”
“So…” He’s shaking now, fists clenched by his sides. “Will you let me?”
I inhale a deep breath, exhale it, and yank him into my arms. I embrace his thin body, my skin pressing tight against his, and the staggering relief I feel takes me entirely by surprise. Everything that previously felt wrong and terrible fades away, and the world narrows down to this boy in my arms. This brave, stupid boy.
“Louis,” he chokes out, clutching me tight. “Louis…” He’s crying now, I know he is, evidenced by his hitching breaths against my shoulder.
“Shh, I know. I know.”
His crying stops, and he looks up at me with a sudden flare of anger. “Don’t ever do that to me again. Don’t you dare drop me off like that!”
“I won’t.”
I would say I’m sorry, but why should I be sorry for trying to do what’s best for him? He doesn’t deserve the baggage I bring with me, and I don’t deserve to have him. But I want him; I need him. This I know for sure, and for once in my life, maybe I should let myself be what he needs too.
He reaches onto his tippy-toes, and his lips are soft against mine as he brings our mouths together. I groan, clutching onto him tightly, and when I suck his lower lip into my mouth, he whimpers. He tastes of rainwater, mint chewing gum, and something else. Something familiar…
I pull back. “Did Ravi give you a beer?”
Sparrow raises a brow. “Does it matter?”
No. I suppose it doesn’t matter. Not with his sweet mouth covering mine and his arms slinging around my neck. The groan I let out is filled with the long years of denying myself this—years of being alone, with only meaningless hookups to fill the void—and I’m suddenly dizzy with everything I want to do.
I start by shoving him into the wall and gripping his ass. He doesn’t miss a beat; he wraps his legs around my waist as I devour his mouth and knead his ass. Desperate sounds spill from us both, and our tongues entangle eagerly, mixing our saliva, our essence, our hearts beating as one.
I carry him to the bedroom and lay him down on the bed, and I can’t get his clothes off quickly enough. I yank him halfway down the mattress with the force I use to tear his pants off along with his underwear. Then I’m on him again, ripping his shirt up, kissing his stomach, licking his pink nipples. He gasps and arches into my touch, erection pressing hard against my belly. As I sink my weight onto him, he parts his legs willingly for me, spreading himself, wanting me where I want him.
“Good boy,” I mumble into his mouth. “Open yourself up to me just like that.”
He preens at the praise, whining with it. “Louis…”
I tumble over him like a hungry wolf, bending his legs backward to get at his sweet prize: his beautiful pink hole. I kiss him there, gently at first, then I swipe over him with my tongue, lick him from the base of his cock, over his smooth, supple balls, and then back to the hot little clench of his hole. He tilts his knees upward, and his thighs spasm as I grab onto him and bury my face between his cheeks. I kiss his hole again and again, sucking and slurping up my own spit.
I pause with my hands on him, and the sight borders on obscene—my rough hands clutching his tiny ass and my thumbs prying open his even tinier hole.
“You’re so tight here,” I mumble. “Are you sure you can take my cock?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “Please yes.”
“You can beg, but that doesn’t mean it’ll come true,” I say with a smirk before I push a finger inside. Sloppily wet as he is from my saliva, it goes in without much resistance, and his head flops back, his tangled mess of hair spreading around him like a halo.
I reach for the lube and a condom. The whole time, I keep a hand on his thigh, trying to make him feel safe, trying to let him know without using words that I’ll take care of him, that I’ll try to make this pleasurable for him, though some pain is probably inevitable given our difference in size.
I coat my fingers in lube and stretch him carefully open on first one finger, then two. I wait until he’s relaxing—until his rim stops spasming around me and he’s rocking his hips toward my hand. Then I open the condom packet, cover my length, and fit my cockhead to his opening, just letting it rest there at first, letting him feel the girth of it.
The whites of his eyes gleam in the darkness, and his breath hitches as he stares down between our bodies.
“Are you scared, little Sparrow?” I ask.
“N-No,” he gasps. “Do it.”
“We don’t have to.”
“But I want to. Don’t you?”
“I do.” I hike his knees up further, folding him nearly in half. “More than you know. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Yeah, oh shit…fuck…” His words dissolve into a string of curses as I lean forward, sinking into his body.
“Language,” I groan, pausing with just the tip inside.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpers. “Sorry.” When I sink deeper still and my cockhead forces his tight rim to expand, he sucks in a breath and pinches his eyes shut.
“Are you hurting?”
“Um, no, it’s just … a lot.”
“Yeah,” I mumble, having to uphold all my self-control not to pummel in deeper, just sticking to shallow, gentle thrusts as I feel him relax in my arms. “My cock is a lot for you to take, isn’t it?”
“Mm-hmm.” He nods helplessly, gasping with every movement of my hips. “A lot.”
“It’ll fit,” I grunt, daring a deeper thrust. “It’s mine, and I know you want it.”
“Oh god,” Sparrow moans, his cock twitching between our bodies as I sink further inside, his hole clutching me so tight I feel dizzy.
“There you go. Open up for me, boy.”
“I’m-I’m trying …”
“You’re already doing it. Look.”
Clutching his backside, I angle his hips even higher. He cranes his neck and gazes between his legs, seeing my glistening cock buried halfway between his cheeks.
His eyes widen. “Oh. Oh fuck…”
“What did I say?” I grunt, pushing deeper still. “About language?”
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Louis.”
Shit. That desperate tilt of his words erases all my self-control, and I can’t help but slide into him all the way, my full length now buried inside him. “See?” I lean over to kiss his forehead. “See how well you’re taking me?”
“Oh, Louis…” He wriggles underneath me, totally impaled on my cock, my weight holding him down. “More. Faster. I want you, want you to—ah!” He cries out as I pull back and plunge back inside. “Oh…oh god.”
“Like that?” I mumble, kissing his open mouth.
“Yes,” he hisses, hands coming up to clutch my shoulders. “Just like that. Feels so good.”
Fuck. This can’t be real life.
“You’re my boy,” I tell him, kissing his sweet mouth and pummeling his soft, tight insides.
“I’m your boy,” he agrees.
“This hole is mine,” I growl, fucking him through his whines and hitching breaths.
“M-My hole is yours.”
Fuck, he feels incredible. Eating his ass was amazing, but this is a whole different thing. He opens up to me so beautifully, so responsive to my every touch. I look down between our bodies, watching my cock move in and out of him, his ass suspended in the air by my hands holding him open. Mesmerized, I watch the place where our bodies connect, where his greedy hole stretches wide to accommodate me.
“Oh…oh…,” Sparrow moans as he follows my gaze.
“Yeah, look. Look how well you’re taking me. Look how good you are, letting me so deep inside of you. Tell me how I make you feel.”
“You m-make me feel so good. So full of you, so stretched…” His head thrashes from side to side, jaw slack with pleasure. “I’m-I’m gonna come,” he says suddenly, and his cock twitches between us, precum pooling onto his stomach.
“Yeah, you are,” I grunt. I start fucking him harder, our sweaty bodies slapping together, the bed creaking with our movements.
Sparrow brings his hand around his straining cock, and he barely has to touch it before he cries out and erupts all over his torso. I snap my hips into him, riding him through his orgasm and the contractions of his inner muscles until I convulse and shoot deep into his guts.
Oh fuck. A drop of sweat falls from my forehead straight into Sparrow’s mouth, and as he catches it on his tongue, he moans and looks up at me, looking utterly wrecked: eyes half-lidded, jaw slack, eyebrows tilted in bliss.
I let his legs down and cover the length of his body with mine, stroking his sweaty hair out of his eyes.
“How was that?” I mumble.
“So good,” he says shakily. “Came so hard.”
I pull out of his quivering body and lift one of his legs to expose his hole. Red and puffy, it pulses with his every breath. I wish I’d fucked him without a condom so I could’ve watched my release seeping out of him.
“I should clean you up.” I make a move to get up, but Sparrow reaches for me, hand cupping my bearded cheek.
“No. Just lay here with me for a while. Please?” And when he looks at me like that and speaks to me in that voice, how can I resist?
We end up falling asleep in each other’s arms, our sweaty, cum-covered bodies helplessly entangled, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.