Page 55 of Never To Suffer (The Hollywoodland #4)

HOT STUFF

BLUE OCTOBER

Xander’s been under my kitchen sink for the better part of an hour now, swearing and banging on things.

He promised he’d done this before, so I’m staying out of the way and working on some client files in the living room while Baggy goes between the two of us, begging for food.

The plan we made involved a lazy Sunday morning and not much getting out of bed, but when the sink broke again as Xander tried to make coffee, he made it his mission to get it fixed.

The kid can’t function without his coffee.

“Be right back,” he calls out as he speeds through the room and out the front door.

In some places, the adjustment happened in smooth, graceful steps as if we’d always been a cohesive unit.

In others, bumpy might undersell the issues.

Through all of it, though, everyone agrees Xander has never been happier or tried harder than he has over the last month.

I’ve changed in many of the same ways, too.

The front door opens, and he runs back in with something in his hand and goes back to work.

He’s so focused, he doesn’t notice he’s left the door wide open.

I’m wondering how long this will go on before we knock down part of the wall and join our places.

I wouldn’t be against it, given the number of times I’ve had to remind him that he should put pants on before going into the hall.

I hit send on the last form I care to fill out this morning and shut the front door before Baguette gets any wild ideas about the glorious outside world full of new smells and possible food sources.

When I get to the kitchen, Xander’s standing at the sink and looking down the drain.

His damp hair sticks out of his backwards baseball cap.

He decided to let it grow, even if it drives him nuts—hence, the baseball caps.

He calls it his first true act of full-blown rebellion against his parents in years.

Face tattoos he jumps at, but missing a haircut?

He’s got an interesting rebellious streak, to say the least.

He’s also put some of his weight back on since the post-Tokyo depression era.

Although it’s more muscle than before since he goes to the gym with Skylar and Chase a few times a week.

I’m sure as hell not complaining about it, but I am wondering if I should join them, or maybe their friend’s gym, so I don’t spend the entire time ogling Xander.

Or Skylar.

Xander drops to his knees, climbing halfway under my sink.

His hips move to the music, and so do the muscles in his back, making the ink along his ribcage do their own little dance.

His shoulders flex and he swears loud enough for me to hear it.

When he pops out of the cabinet and stands over the sink again, I can’t take my eyes off him.

He hasn’t noticed I’m standing there as he sings along to the music.

I don’t even care that he’s off key because I’m too busy staring at his shoulders and how defined they are now.

I watch his body flex as he leans in, shining a flashlight into the abyss while sticking his ass out like an invitation. He’s going to need to finish this later.

Without warning, I walk up behind him and pull his sweats down below his cheeks, grinding against his ass as I attack his neck with my mouth.

“JESUS! Bro, you scared the shit out of me!” He says after he jumps, knocking his head against the cabinet. He takes off the hat and rubs the top of his head, his shaggy hair falling around his face. “Now? I’m almost done, Theo!”

“Yeah, and I’m just getting started. Also, it’s Sunday, baby.” I roll my hips against him as I suck on his neck, holding him tight.

We now call Sunday's fair game days. Neither of us were getting a damn thing done except each other, which included skipping out on work or getting groceries. So, we decided that one day every week, we couldn’t say no to each other.

It helps make saying no ordinary life things easier, so long as we don’t keep those things until Sunday.

I blindly dig through the random stuff drawer and find the bottle of lube we keep in there. There’s a few stashed in different spots throughout my place, and his. The snap of the cap turns Xander into Pavlov’s dog as he leans forward, offering me his ass.

“That’s better. Look at you, Baby. So ready for me to be inside you.

” I push a slick finger into him, and he reaches out, grabbing the counter with a groan.

Xander makes the most beautiful noises when we’re together.

High-pitched whimpers. Groans that break down into needy pants.

Whiny little pleas begging me to fill his tight ass.

I understand why he makes such good money on that website, and I’m proud of him for not giving up on something he enjoys.

If my baby wants men to throw money at him for jerking off on camera, I’m fine with it.

So long as he sticks with his rules about nothing in person, which he has.

“Yes, sir. I’m always ready for you, for your big cock to stretch me wide open for you.”

“You keep talking and it’s going in that pretty mouth of yours.” His body jumps like I’ve sent a shockwave through him when I curl my finger and massage that spot.

“Theo?” he whines. “Can you do something for me?”

“What do you need, baby?”

“I want it to be hard today. I want you to let go again and fuck me like you want to. Like you've been afraid to do since I got back.” He looks at me over his shoulder, those beautiful blue eyes hypnotizing me. “I’m ready. I promise.”

I run my nose up his neck and wrap my fingers around his throat, not squeezing, only resting there, testing him. “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” he nods. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much. I promise. I just need it. I need to remember the good pain again. To show myself I’m not made of glass, and I won’t break.”

I pull him back and slam him against the refrigerator, hearing the glass bottles on the door clang together from the force.

My hands are in his hair as he fights me for dominance, only to give in a moment later, letting me shove his sweatpants down his thighs and kick his legs wider.

I line my cock against his slick hole. He grunts, pushing his hips back.

“Shit, do you treat all the plumbers—Ah!” It’s not the right sound to make me stop and think I’m hurting him as I push the tip in.

“More!” He begs, so I give him all of it in one thrust. There’s pain in his cry, but only on the edges.

Only for a moment. I grab his hips, thrusting into him so hard, the refrigerator lurches with every thrust. He can’t speak, and when he tries, it’s gibberish sprinkled between whimpers and moans.

“This what you need, Xander? Your teasing ass fucked so hard you can’t even scream for me?”

“YES!” His panting breaths and whimpers match my thrusts, melodic as they drive me harder. “Harder, Theo. Make it hurt!”

My hand comes down on his bare ass and the noise he lets loose ignites something dormant in me.

I wrap around him, rutting into him as I squeeze his throat tighter, cutting off his airway.

I’ve never been this wild and mindless, never allowed myself this freedom before Xander.

I’m reduced to my most primal needs and the thrill of being with him.

It’s this craving in the back of my mind, the drive to take him as hard as he’ll let me and claim him as mine.

“You wanna fucking tease me like that? Huh? You wanna flaunt yourself like a slut? Leaving the door open so anyone can walk in here and have your tight ass?”

“I’m sorry, sir! You should punish me for being bad.”

I grab a fistful of his hair and yank back hard as the growl works its way through my chest. “You’re mine, you understand that? Your mouth. Your ass. Your whole fucking body. All of it. Mine.”

“Yes, sir!” he whines, face smashed against the cool metal and twisting with pleasure. Fear has no place here, not with me, which means he can explore the things that get him off more freely. And I can wake the beast inside me.

Even my grunts are animalistic, like someone—something else has taken over. I drop my head to his shoulder, biting down on his smooth pale skin, having enough presence of mind to avoid his tattoos. I squeeze his throat and leave behind fingerprints where I’ve held him tight.

“Oh god!” His shaky voice whines. He’s crying, but he hasn’t said stop, hasn’t shut down.

“Is this what you want? Your tight ass punished so hard you can’t sit down after? Tell me. TELL ME!”

“Yes! Shit! I need you to… oh god… please!” He chokes on his words until one comes out as clear as a bell. “More.”

I spank him so hard even my hand stings before I reach around and grab his cock, pumping it hard. His warm, sticky pre-cum drips down my fingers and his head rocks back. “You like being my fuck toy, don’t you? Like me deep inside of you, making you beg for me.”

“Yes!”

“Open your mouth, Xander.” He does, more weak grunts and moans spilling out of him until I slip my fingers into his mouth. “Clean your cum off my fingers, you dirty slut. Atta boy. So damn needy.”

I wrap an arm around him, the other pulling his head to the side by the hair.

I bite the base of his neck as I speed up.

His body tenses against mine and his hips try to buck.

He begs and cries out each time I pull out, only to sing my praise when I hammer back into him.

My hand comes down for a third time on his hot, red ass, leaving a handprint as his guttural moans turn once more to gibberish.

“Cum for me, Xander. Cum on the damn counter so I can make you lick it up.”