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Deciding to keep Reid a secret from the boys was probably my best decision. But also my worst, because there’s nothing like a secret to make them curious. When the doorbell rings, Jacob drops his controller and stares at the door like it could be a wolf. Yeah, we never get visitors.

“Are you expecting someone?” Hayden asks with a curious tilt of his head.Scully wakes and jumps from the back of the couch to perch beside Hayden, her green eyes narrowed toward the door.

I mime zipping my lips which does absolutely nothing to dissuade their curiosity.

I push the sleeves of my henley up higher to showcase my forearms. When I swing open the door, Reid is effortlessly putting a cigarette out on the stoop.

His eyebrows wing up at the sight of me so put together, but otherwise he shows no emotion.

“Hi,” I say quietly.

“Hello,” Reid echoes. “Can I come in or?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

I grab Reid by the arm and tug him inside, trying to hurry past the living room. But Reid digs his feet in to stare at the boys on the couch.

“You’re in my differential equations class,” Reid announces to the room.

Hayden grins. “Hi, Reid.”

Reid’s eyebrows furrow. “You know my name?”

“Of course,” Hayden admits with that weird, predator-like smile of his. “I know everyone’s name.”

“Weird,” Reid mumbles. “Kitty?”

“That’s Scully,” Jacob tells Reid, face turned to look down at the cat that hates his very existence.

Because Scully has epic timing, she hisses at Jacob, then jumps from the couch to come investigate Reid.

I expect another hiss, maybe her tail going up to warn Reid off, but all Scully does is rub against Reid’s leg once, then disappear toward the back of the house to bathe in the sunlight streaming through the sliding doors.

That’s enough of that. I wave at the guys and drag Reid with me toward the second floor.

The moment I’ve got him in my room, I cover his mouth with my own.

Reid squeaks a little, but otherwise gets with the program.

His fingers curl into my shirt, tugging me closer until I’m almost stepping on his toes.

He tastes like the fucking cigarette he just smoked and cherry hard candies.

Reid pulls away from me to take off his leather jacket. He unceremoniously drops it on my desk, then bends over to look at the framed photos on my desk.

“Your sister?” Reid asks while tapping at a framed photo.

My throat gets tight at the mention of her. I stride over and flip the photo face down.Absolutely no crying is allowed in the room right now unless it’s Reid.

“Yes.”

Reid lifts one delicate eyebrow. “Sore subject?”

“Yes,” I repeat.

Reid tilts his head like a predator, studying me, but this is one thing he won’t figure out just by staring through me.

“Get on your knees,” I order, but I’m not even remotely convinced from the shake in my voice.

Reid snorts inelegantly and ignores my command.

He peruses my room like an FBI profiler, looking for clues that’ll tell him why I’m so willing to make him cry, make him hurt.

But nothing in my room is going to tell him the motivation behind my willingness.

Because there isn’t any. I just like what I like, and I like Reid.

If giving him pain keeps him coming back to me, then I’m more than willing to do it.

My cock hardens when Reid carefully toes off his shoes, then undoes the button on his jeans.

He doesn’t go any further than that though.

He strides over to the bed, all long legs, and thin limbs.

Nobody should be that hot, just casually sitting down on the edge of my bed like they didn’t ask me to make them cry earlier.

“Well, Dante?”

“You need to spend the night here afterwards,” I order while hastily yanking off my shirt.

Reid’s eyes flick over my chest, taking in the tattoos that litter my skin. My body prickles under his stare and warmth blooms in my belly when Reid’s gaze drops to my hard cock pressing against the zipper of my jeans. He licks his lips, then swallows loudly.

“Why do I need to spend the night?”

“Fucking you the way you want is going to spike your adrenaline, then it’ll crash.

You need to be here so I can take care of you.

” He doesn’t need to know that I need it too, maybe even more than he does.

If he left without me taking care of him, holding him, I’d be sick for days after.

It happened once with a guy from a hookup app and I’m still not quite over it.

Reid scoffs at my demand but doesn’t argue. Mostly because I think he really liked how I took care of him the other night even though he doesn’t want to admit it.

“Lie back.” I motion for him to lie down. “I’m going to take your pants off.”

Reid lies back and hums in some form of agreement.

His skin is so creamy white. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s never seen the sun.

Scars litter his stomach and thighs, but I don’t draw attention to them.

Instead, I finish undressing him, then lean down to tenderly kiss his now bare calf.

Reid’s breath hitches at the touch of my lips to his warm skin.

I want to kiss him all over, bite him too, make him feel so good that he forgets about everything just for one night.

I kiss up his thighs, skip over his cock, and lick just below his belly button.

His stomach goes concave as he gasps at the attention I’m lavishing on him.

I lick and suck my way up his chest until I can finally lay claim to his mouth.

Reid opens easily for me, our tongues entwining as I fuck mine into his mouth.

He shivers underneath me when I dance my hands up his arms to grab his wrists, raising his arms until his fists press against my headboard.

“Grip the headboard bars,” I whisper against his pliant mouth.

Reid immediately grips the headboard, no questions asked. I glance up to watch his fingers loop around the metal tight, holding on for dear life, knuckles popped and white.

“Like that?” Reid asks, voice oddly tentative.

“Just like that, baby.” I press my forehead against his, watching as his eyes go distant as he tries to focus on me. “I’m gonna make you cry, but it might get scary. If you want to stop, let go of the headboard immediately. I’ll stop, no questions asked, and give you whatever you need. Okay?”

Reid nods, his forehead moving against mine, but I need to hear the words or I can’t do shit.

“Say it out loud, please.”

“If I let go of the headboard, you’ll stop,” Reid says like the good boy he is.

I softly kiss the corner of his mouth. “Gonna fuck you this way so I can watch you cry, by the way.”

Reid’s breath stutters and a gorgeous flush works its way down his chest. God.

I sit back on my haunches to survey Reid’s body.

He’s fucking beautiful. I bend his legs toward his chest so I can pull his underwear off, keeping my eyes on his ass the entire time.

I wonder how many smacks it would take for my handprint to glow red on his creamy skin.

I lean over him one more time to kiss him, sweet and slow, until he’s writhing underneath me trying to grind his cock against mine.

I grab the lube before leaning back again, surveying Reid’s body like I’m the king and his body is my kingdom. All laid out just for me.

I lube my finger up and press into him without any warning.

Reid arches off the bed but remains quiet, not even a squeak rattles out of him.

I fit myself between his splayed legs so that they fall over my thighs.

The difference between his pale skin and my golden-tanned skin covered in tattoos only makes me more feverish.

Our bodies are so different, but made to be like this together.

He’s still tight after two fingers, but I think that’s the way he’ll like it.

I grit my teeth as I coat my cock in lube because it feels too good.

I need to be inside him. But before I do that, I want to taste him.

Reid howls when I bend over to take his cock into my mouth.

I pull off abruptly because he’s not getting off that way, I just wanted a little taste.

Leaning over Reid, I firmly cover his mouth and nose with my hand and his eyes pop wide.

He gasps against my hand as I push inside him.

He’s so fucking tight, Jesus. I remove my hand when I bottom out inside him, only to quickly replace it.

He only got one good gasp in. Each time I pull out, I remove my hand for a brief second so he can breathe, then cover his mouth back up when I thrust back in.

When his eyes start to roll back into his head, I yank my hand away and replace it with my mouth.

The kiss hurts. It’s all teeth and biting and gnashing but it’s the sexiest kiss of my life. Reid pours himself into every kiss with me, lets me own his mouth, make it mine. His body tenses under me, so I soften the kiss, slow my thrusts, until he’s huffing in exasperation against my mouth.

“I was about to come,” Reid whines, hands still tightly gripping the headboard.

“Not yet.” I press my forehead to his sternum and grit my teeth.

Reid squawks in rage when I pull out. “Hey!”

“Let go of the headboard,” I say roughly.

Reid immediately lets go of the headboard, arms hanging softly over his head.

He looks the picture of an angel fallen from heaven like this, his platinum hair disheveled and damp with sweat.

His light blue eyes are bright as he stares at me, cock still impossibly hard between his legs.

I dive down on him, eagerly swallowing him to the back of my throat.

When I shove two fingers inside him and peg his prostate, he curls over me, burying his fingers in my hair.

“Fuck! Dante!”

His thighs quiver as he tries to hold off his orgasm, so I suck him harder, needing to make him beg, make him hurt. He tenses again, so I pull off and hover over him. Reid’s eyes are closed tight as his chest heaves. One more time.

I grab him by the hips and flip him over so that he’s braced on his knees. His back is damp with sweat when I press against him, looming over him until he’s shivering with need.

“Put your hands back on the headboard.”

Reid’s breath stutters. “Fuck.”

His hands shake as he curls them back around the headboard. I nuzzle against his neck and kiss his ear. “How do you feel?”

“Green, but if you edge me one more time, it’ll be yellow,” Reid admits with a shake to his voice. Alright. No more edging.

I press against his hole, then thrust inside in one easy glide.

Reid cries out and his fingers tighten enough on the headboard to make a few joints pop.

This time I pound into him despite the building of my orgasm at the very base of my spine.

I’m going to hold off until he comes if it’s the last thing I do.

I bury my hand in Reid’s hair and yank his head to the side.

His mouth is open as he pants, face flushed from desire, and a single tear slides down his cheek from the overstimulation. Fuck me.

Another tear slides loose when I thrust inside him so deep he might choke.

My orgasm rips through me, rough and needy.

Reid groans deep in his belly, his head going limp in my hold as he orgasms hands-free.

The hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck. Reid’s fingers still grip the headboard tightly, so I lift my hand and rub his wrists until he lets go.

I stay inside him as I maneuver us onto our sides, curling behind him so he’s nestled against me. Tangling our fingers together, I bring our joined hands to his chest. His heart is beating so fast I’m afraid it’ll bust through his rib cage.

“Okay?” I whisper.

Reid snorts. “Shut up, you’re ruining my high.”

Fine. I bury my nose in his hair, letting the scent of his shampoo and cologne wash over me.

When my cock softens enough to slip out, I gently roll Reid over to lie on his stomach.

He goes easily, no ounce of fight remaining inside him.

I stumble to the bathroom, wet a washcloth with warm water, then return to lovingly wipe him down.

Reid lets out a little hiss of displeasure as I clean him up, but otherwise stays quiet.

I tug the blankets down on one side of the bed and slide him over so I can cover him up. He slits one eye open as I climb in beside him, tugging him until he’s tucked against my chest.

“You did so good, Reid. You’re perfect.”

Reid shakes his head as much as he can as the sleep starts to consume him. “Not perfect. You’ll get tired of me too. They all do.”

My hand pauses at the top of his spine as I fight the urge to ask him what he means. He’s loose and sleepy in my arms, beyond pliant, and it would be wrong to abuse that to get him to tell me things he never would any other time .

“I played in chess tournaments as a kid,” I say, not knowing what else to do in this off-kilter moment.

Reid hums and snuggles closer. “I can see that. Did you wear glasses? I’d love that.”

“No glasses,” I deny, chuckling when Reid makes an aggrieved sound at the fact.

“I went to coding camp as a teen,” Reid offers up.

“Me too.”

Reid grunts against my chest, delightfully heavy, so perfectly mine at the moment. “In Pasadena?”

My fingers pause their gentle rubbing on the small of his back. Did we go to the same camp? There’s no way. Life isn’t that funny.

“Yeah, in Pasadena. I got a scholarship in my teens, something I didn’t even apply for, and spent the two weeks at the camp.

I’ve always been kind of a math whiz, but my family didn’t understand it, so I spent more time on athletics to make it easier on them.

I wonder if we were there the same year? ”

“Hmm maybe. Funny.”

“Yeah, funny.”

“I loved being a kid. My parents were fun. Mason was fun then. Life used to be so much fun.”

“And what is it now?” I press.

Reid sniffles. “Sad. I’m so alone.”

“Not anymore, I’m here.”

Reid snuggles somehow closer into me, like he wishes he could blend his small body with mine. I’d take him into my body if I could, to protect him, keep him safe. Something about Reid just feels like… mine.

“Need to brush my teeth,” Reid mumbles, sounding delightfully sleepy.

“You can forget for one night.”

“Parents paid a lot of money for braces,” Reid says, already slumping heavily against me.

“It’ll be okay for one night. Go to sleep.”

Reid hums against my chest and snuggles closer. I sweep my hand over his back and nuzzle at the top of his head until he goes soft against me. His gentle snores lull me into sleeping as well. All my dreams are of Reid.