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CHAPTER FIVE

Austin

“You know, when you said a bath with jets, I didn’t picture an actual fucking hot tub in the floor,” Kane said, grinning across at me with his glass of champagne in hand. His hair was wet and slicked back off his face, his expression more relaxed than I’d seen it in a long time.

I wasn’t sure if it was the two glasses of champagne, the hot tub jets bubbling around us, the food, or because he didn’t have to be on for once, but whatever had caused it, being this laid-back suited him.

“Don’t any of the other suites have this?” I asked as I picked up one of the last macaroons and shoved it into my mouth. Damn, I’d be happy to live on them. They were so small but so fucking tasty. “Surely whatever fancy-ass room you usually stay in has a bath?”

“Yeah, it does. But not like this. Did you book the fucking presidential suite or something?”

“I didn’t think so.” I thought back to when I’d checked in. Had they said anything about an upgrade? I didn’t think so, but I’d been so focused on seeing Kane I hadn’t really been listening. “I’m well off but I’m not that fucking rich. And also that would be a fucking waste of money just for me.”

“Well, whatever the fuck happened, you got a nice room.” Kane slid closer towards me on the tub’s bench seats before climbing into my lap and straddling my thighs with his glass still in hand. My hands automatically reached out to grip his waist and hold him in place. Grinning, he downed the last of his drink, then put the glass down and reached for the bottle. There was still a little champagne left in it. He took a swig from it, wrapping his lips around the mouth of the bottle. I stared at him, my throat suddenly dry.

“Want some?” He held the bottle out, turning it around so he could pour some into my mouth. I smirked and slowly parted my lips. Kane tilted the bottle up, pouring a stream of sparkling gold onto my tongue. Then he took another swig, pouting when he realised it was empty. “You should have gotten two bottles.”

“No,” I said. “Because then you’d actually be drunk, and I’m not fucking you when you’re like that.”

“Why not? You know I want it.”

“Maybe, but I’m still not doing it. I’m a slut, but I’m an ethical one. Besides”—I brushed my lips across his—“I want you to remember everything I do to you.”

Kane groaned and the empty bottle clinked loudly as he dropped it lightly onto the tiles. I thought I heard it rolling away but I wasn’t going to bother turning around to check. I had better things to do. Kane had wrapped his arms around my neck and was kissing me, his tongue sliding into my mouth as he ground down onto my lap. Under the water I felt his cock growing hard against mine, and I growled, my hands tightening on his waist.

I was tempted to pick him up and bend him over the edge of the bath, fucking him hard on the tiles while the bubbling water pooled around my legs, but I hadn’t spent a fucking fortune on a hotel room with a decent bed not to use it. Besides, tile wasn’t the nicest surface to get railed on and I didn’t want to leave Kane with bruises all over his knees.

The only bruises he’d be getting were the ones I left with my mouth so when he looked in the mirror he’d think of me. And I desperately wanted to live rent-free in Kane’s head like he’d been living in mine.

“I want you,” Kane said as he rolled his hips, grinding against my cock. “Please, Austin. I need you.”

“I know, darling,” I said, nipping his bottom lip and sliding my hands down to squeeze his ass cheeks, kneading them with my fingers and teasingly pulling them apart, exposing his sensitive hole to a rush of hot water. Kane gasped, then moaned as I slipped my fingers into his crack and trailed them over the puckered skin. “You really need some dick, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes, fuck me. Please.”

“Mmm, so polite for me,” I said, squeezing his ass and making him grind harder against me. “How can I refuse?”

“You can’t.” Kane leant back and grinned teasingly at me, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You and I both know it.”

I chuckled. “You’re right. But I’ll only admit it once.”

Kane opened his mouth, probably to tell me he’d remind me of this shit forever, so I silenced him with a kiss, thrusting my tongue between his lips to claim his unspoken words. “Come on, kitten,” I said. “Let’s get out so I can give you what you need.”

“Aren’t you going to carry me to bed?” Kane asked, his shit-eating grin returning as he sat back in my lap. He’d always bitched about me being the bastard in our… situationship—whatever the fuck that meant—but he was just as fucking guilty. Although I found his attempts at sass more adorable than annoying.

“Fuck no. No matter how cute your ass is, I’m not carrying you across a wet tiled floor. If I fall and break your neck, then your fans will hunt me down and kick my ass, and I’m not prepared to spend the rest of my life running away from a horde of angry girls, gays, and theys. Because I can run, but not that fast. And they’re probably all a lot smarter than me.”

Kane snorted and shook his head. “Seriously? You’re such a fucking weirdo.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, and? Takes one to know one, kitten.” I slid my hands down and grasped the back of his thighs, lifting him suddenly out of the water and putting him on the edge of the bath. Kane shrieked and laughed, a sound I hadn’t heard in years… since we’d run away from security as teenagers, hand in hand through the corridors of some arena hosting an awards show. They’d never worked out who they’d nearly caught making out, as we’d fled as soon as we heard them, but Kane had made the same giggling shriek as I’d pulled him along, a wild grin on his face.

I’d forgotten about that until now.

“What’s wrong?” Kane asked and I realised I was staring into space at the tiles on the floor behind him.

“Nothing.” I shook my head. “I just remembered the time we nearly got caught making out backstage at that teen awards show in LA when we were seventeen.”

Kane laughed and smacked my chest playfully. “Fuck, I’d forgotten that. I was so fucking mad at you! I couldn’t believe you’d put us at risk like that.”

“Yeah, so mad,” I said with a smirk as I leant in to kiss him. “That’s why you let me blow you that night.”

“Hey, I was seventeen and wanted to know what getting my dick sucked felt like.”

I frowned as I pulled myself out of the bath beside him, reaching for one of the giant fluffy towels I’d put out. “Wait, was that your first blow job?”

Kane flushed as he stood and reached for his own towel. “Yeah. What about it?”

“Nothing… I just… I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, well, you were a lot of my firsts,” Kane said, almost defensively. “It was a bit hard to get close to any other interested boys.”

“Convenience is very sexy,” I said as I dropped my towel and closed the distance between us to pull him into my arms. There was a strange feeling in my chest that resembled something like possession… but how could I feel possessive over someone who’d never belonged to me? Kane and I had never been more than fuck buddies, our whole thing was convenience, so why did I feel a weird sense of satisfaction that his firsts had been mine? “I like that I got to be that for you. And I got to make sure that nobody else would ever measure up to me. I got to ruin you for everyone else.”

“Oh yeah, because seventeen-year-old you was a total dick-sucking god.”

“Everyone has to start somewhere,” I said as I trailed my lips across his shoulder and up his neck, loving the way his breathing hitched as I hit all of those sensitive spots I’d mapped out over the years. “And now… I know just how to make you scream.” I nipped the skin just under his ear, careful not to leave a mark that wouldn’t fade. Kane groaned as his hands reached for me, grabbing my ass and dragging my cock against his.

I grabbed his wrist and with one smooth movement turned and began pulling him towards the door. Kane followed me without resistance as I led him towards the enormous bed with its crisp white sheets. When we reached it, I twisted him around and walked him backwards until his knees hit the edge of it before putting my hand on his chest to push him down.

Kane fell backwards and looked up at me with a coy smile, fluttering his eyelashes. “Now what?”

“Now I spoil you, kitten.”

I fell to my knees on the floor between his thighs, running my hands across the smooth, firm muscle and reaching for his cock. I pumped it slowly, then leant forward with an open mouth and wrapped my lips lightly around the silken head of his shaft. Kane gasped, one hand grabbing the top of my head and twisting his fingers in my hair, the same way he always did when I blew him. It was like he needed an anchor.

Saliva slid from my lips as I began to work his cock with my mouth, using every trick I’d learnt to draw him all the way to the edge and leave him hanging there. I didn’t want Kane to come before I was ready, and if that meant teasing him and reminding him how good I was at sucking dick, then that was an extra bonus.

And when I thought it was probably getting a little too much, judging by Kane’s whimpers and whines and the way his thighs were practically shaking as his swollen red cock dripped precum onto my tongue, I pushed his thighs wider and slid my tongue between his legs to feast on his hole.

“F-Fuck, Austin,” he said with a groan as his fingers tightened on my hair, pulling it until it was almost painful. I didn’t mind, though, because it meant I was doing a good job. “You… I… unghh…”

I chuckled darkly as my tongue fucked his hole, lifting my head to look at him and slowly tracing my finger over his slick, softened pucker. “Are you trying to rush me?”

“Yes! What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” His irritated griping was punctured by a low moan as I gently pressed my finger inside him. I’d have to stop in a minute to fetch the lube, which I’d carelessly left out of reach, but giving Kane a minute to catch his breath wasn’t the worst thing. It meant I’d have more time to take him apart.

“I don’t know,” I said, looking up from between his thighs and winking at him. “I’ve not met many men who’d complain about having their ass eaten by me.”

“Yeah, well, if they knew you were going to fucking torture them, you probably wouldn’t have many volunteers.”

“Oh, sweetheart, are you really sure of that? You really think there wouldn’t be a line of men down the street just waiting, begging, for me to tease them?” I smirked and watched a dark cloud of irritation flit across Kane’s face at the suggestion. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who was possessive.

“No,” he said, his lips turning down into the cutest sulky pout. “Fine. But I—”

“Don’t worry,” I said, cutting him off. “I’m not going to tease anyone else the same way I tease you. Your ass is mine.” I kissed his inner thigh and gently slid my finger out of him. “Get yourself comfortable on the bed. I’m going to fetch the lube.”

I climbed to my feet, ignoring the burn in my knees and my shins. I’d knelt on far more uncomfortable floors for way longer than this in my time, so my body could suck it up and deal. Besides, my suffering was worth it if Kane made all those beautiful sounds.

I’d left the lube in my washbag, which I’d shoved on the counter in the bathroom before I’d headed out for the evening. I retrieved it quickly and walked back into the bedroom to find Kane stretched out in the middle of the bed with a playful smile on his face and his hand between his legs, his fingers teasing his hole.

“Mmm, that’s a pretty picture,” I said as I tossed the lube on the bed and reached down to stroke my cock. “Do you like fingering yourself? Getting your beautiful ass ready for me?”

Kane groaned and nodded his head. “Yeah.”

“Good, because I want to watch.” I climbed onto the bed and knelt beside him, dick still in hand as I nudged the lube towards him. Kane grabbed it with his free hand and quickly squirted some on his fingers before returning them to his ass, gasping as he shoved two slick digits inside himself. I wanted to tell him to slow down, that he didn’t have to rush, but fuck, I loved watching him enjoy himself.

“Come here,” Kane said, turning his face towards me as he pumped his fingers in and out of his hole. “I want to suck your cock.”

“I’m not going to say no to that,” I said and shuffled closer on my knees, guiding my cock to his waiting mouth and groaning as he wrapped his lips around me. He didn’t go slowly, instead sucking me deep into his throat and beginning to bob his head as he continued to work his ass open.

It wasn’t the most coordinated blow job I’d ever had, but I didn’t give a shit. Kane’s wanton desperation, the wet, sloppy sounds of dick sucking, and the low moans rumbling in his throat and vibrating through my shaft were wreaking havoc with my self-control. I could already feel the familiar heat and pressure of an impending orgasm starting to build, sliding down my spine and into my balls.

“That’s enough,” I said with a growl, pulling my cock out of his mouth and marvelling at how good Kane looked like this—with plush red lips and saliva dripping down his face, tears pricking his eyes from where he’d taken me deep into his throat and pushed his gag reflex to the limits. “You’re going to make me come.”

“No,” Kane said. “You’re not doing that until you’re inside me.”

I groaned and practically fell forward to devour his mouth and kiss him senseless. Kane’s fingers returned to my hair, digging into the back of my scalp to hold me close against him. “Please, Austin,” he whispered. “I need you.”

I kissed him again and moved between his thighs, lining my cock up with his waiting hole. Kane moaned into my mouth as I pushed my cock slowly inside him, filling him up so perfectly it made my head spin. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around my hips as I began to gently rock in and out of him, fucking him slow and deep, my mouth never leaving his.

It was intimate in a way I didn’t think I’d experienced with Kane. Sure, we’d fucked in missionary before but not like this…

Maybe we needed the connection.

We’d shared things tonight and maybe it had brought us closer.

Or maybe it was just that fucking him like this allowed me to get deep inside him and grind over his prostate with every thrust while also allowing me to keep tasting his delicious kisses.

Whatever it was, it was hot as balls. My skin felt like it was on fire and at any moment I expected to feel flames licking our bodies. Kane groaned and gasped as I fucked him, the sweet sounds of his pleasure driving me wild, and I knew I’d be thinking about them long after this night was over.

“Touch yourself for me,” I said, breaking our kiss so I could lean up slightly and watch his face. I wanted to see him come because Kane always looked so beautiful when he did. “I want you to come.”

Kane groaned as he wiggled his hand between us and grasped his cock, his fist bumping against my stomach as he began to jerk himself. “A-Austin… ’m close… fuck, don’t stop. Need it.”

“I’m not gonna stop.” My focus was iron as I thrust into him over and over, keeping the same rhythm and depth and nailing his prostate with every stroke. As much as I wanted to let loose and chase my own orgasm, Kane’s pleasure was more important, and I’d be a pretty shit partner if I didn’t give him what he needed to get off. “Fuck, come for me, Kanan. Fucking come for me.”

Kane groaned as his orgasm slammed into him, his hand jerking as his cock pumped hot ropes of cum across our skin. His ass tightened around me, pulling my cock deeper and squeezing my shaft. I moaned as I leant down to kiss him, letting him pant into my mouth as I nipped his bottom lip, still rocking my hips slowly and trying to stave off my orgasm. But fuck, I needed more.

I growled as I snapped my hips forward, fucking Kane deep and hard as I chased my release. His fingers dug into the back of my head as he moaned out, “Yes, Austin, yes,” repeating the words like some sort of sexual litany.

“Shit, kitten… I’m, fuck… mmm, gonna… fuck, gonna fill you up,” I said. Sweat dripped down my skin, the intensity of the moment threatening to ruin me.

“Give it to me,” Kane said, looking at me with a piercing need that drove straight into my soul. How could I resist? I’d give this man anything.

I drove my cock into him one final time and shattered. My orgasm hit me in an intense wave that seemed to go on forever, turning me into nothing more than a blissed-out, boneless mess.

Kane grinned up at me and kissed me. “Thank you,” he said softly.

“F-For what?” I muttered, still struggling to catch my breath and wondering why the fuck the room was spinning.

“This. Tonight… It’s just what I needed.”

“Good.” I kissed him again and then had enough sense to flop on the bed beside him instead of dropping onto his chest like a ton of bricks. “You know you don’t have to run off. We’ve still got some of that food…”

“Are you sure it’s not wet?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. If it is, we can just order more. Or something else. This is London. There’s places open all hours.” I put my hand on his chest and felt the fluttering of his heart under my palm. “Stay.”

Kane looked at me, a worried frown between his eyebrows. I thought for a second he was going to run, but then he sighed and wiggled closer to me, letting me pull him into an embrace I suddenly never wanted to let him escape from.