Page 23 of Salvaged Heart

23

ANDERS

T he ride back to Arbor Ct. felt twice as long as the drive from it had been. My mind was whirling through our conversation, racing over every confession Beck made about what he wanted for the two of us. Doubt was pressing in at all sides, but I repeated his final words like a mantra, you deserve good things , and by the time we pulled into the manor’s long driveway, my mind was made up. If Beck believed that, then I could too. If Beck wasn’t scared of what was growing between us, I wouldn’t be either. I'd already given Beck all of my secrets, he knew all the fucked up darkness in my soul, and he still wanted me. I wouldn’t deny myself any longer. I wouldn’t hold back under the false assumption that it was what was better for him.

Let me be your good thing, and goddamnit, maybe I could be his good thing, too. Beck deserved the world, and if he wanted this, I would give it to him.

We pulled to a stop outside the front door, and I threw the bike into the park, ripping the helmet from my head. Beck moved just as quickly, leaping from the bike and pulling me with him the second I put the kickstand down. We raced up the front steps and practically wrestled one another to get the front door open before tumbling into the foyer. It was the only area of the house that remained mostly untouched. Beck hadn’t wanted to work on it while we were still dragging equipment and supplies through the house day in and day out. We tripped over tools left in messy piles in the entry.

He managed to get his footing first and yanked me to him, spinning us both before my back collided with the wall. I opened my mouth to say something snarky about him having a thing about pressing me up against walls, but before the words could leave my mouth, his lips came crashing to mine, and every thought I’d ever had evaporated into thin air. His kiss was hungry, hands gripping me through my shirt, tongue seeking mine, a low groan rumbling from his chest. The sound of it drove me feral. I needed more, needed to feel his skin against mine, and needed to make him make more of those delicious sounds.

My hands found the bottom of his shirt and yanked it over his head. It fell to the ground at our feet, and I pulled back to marvel at his body for a moment. Beck was a work of absolute art. He looked like he'd been sculpted. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, miles of toned hard muscle, and abs I wanted to eat off. A light dusting of hair ran from his belly button-down, dipping tauntingly below the waistband of his shorts. I wanted to trace it with my tongue.

I’d seen Beck shirtless before, he often pulled it off while we were working around the house, but there was something different about seeing him like this now. This time, I could run my hands over him, feel his warm, smooth skin below my fingertips, kiss every inch of him, fall to my knees, and…

“Too many clothes,” He grunted, pulling up gently on the bottom of my shirt. I lifted my arms, giving him permission to pull it the rest of the way off. His eyes heated as he took me in. “You are so fucking sexy, Anders.”

I pushed away the voice in my brain screaming lies and settled for, “Look who’s talking.”

He retook my mouth, pressing himself against me with a roll of his hips. Hands running up and down me, touching, grasping, digging into every part of my exposed skin. My entire body tingled under the attention, my rapidly hardening dick taking note of his already pressing into my thigh. He was bigger than me, thicker, my mind flashing back to when I’d held him in my hand. The way he'd fallen apart at my touch, the sound of my name leaving his lips in a breathy moan as he had come. It was all I could think about. I needed to experience it again.

My fingers found the top of his jeans, but he gripped my wrist, pulling it back. “Let me,” he whispered against my lips before pulling away from them completely to slowly kiss a trail down my neck and chest.

His knees hit the floor at my feet, and the sight of him looking up at me was enough to send me straight to heaven. “You don’t have to if you don’t…”

He tugged at my waistband, my jeans just too big enough that they fell over my hips without needing to be undone. He slid them slowly down my legs, eyes still locked with mine.

“Don’t tell me what I want.” He muttered, licking his lips as he slowly slipped my boxers down as well. “If you want me to stop, tell me, but otherwise, I’m doing something I’ve been thinking about for weeks now.”

I was utterly speechless, the need for him to slip me between those full lips driving me to the brink of madness.

“This is a first for me, so you’ll have to tell me if I’m doing it wrong.” He chuckled softly before finally dropping his gaze to where my cock was standing at attention between us, eyebrows raising slightly as he took me in. I hadn’t been naked in front of someone like this in a long time, or at least been aware enough to remember it, and the vulnerability of the moment made my cheeks heat. But the expression on his face calmed me. He wanted this. He wanted me.

Not hesitating any longer, he ran a hand up the outside of my thigh, tugging my hips closer to his face. His other hand wrapped around my shaft, giving a teasing tug before his tongue joined it, gently circling my tip and then taking me into his perfect mouth. The sudden sensation of hot, wet heat encompassing me made my eyes close and my head drop back into the wall. It wasn’t the most graceful blow job I’d ever received, but Beck definitely earned points for enthusiasm. It was messy and sloppy, but the way he alternated between sucking me deeper into his mouth and tracing his tongue up the underside of my cock had me panting within minutes.

Unable to take me all the way in, his hand massaged my base, fingertips brushing my balls, sending bolts of electricity up my spine. I was so fucking close. The need to grip his hair, take control and fuck into his face until I shot down his throat was immense, but I wanted to bring him pleasure too. Wanted to fall apart at the same time he did.

It took all of my little self-control to lean down and tug him to his feet. “Hey,” he groaned, “Not fair, I almost had it.” He wiped the spit pooling in the corners of his mouth on the back of his hand and pressed back into me, biting softly at my neck.

“Have to touch you, too.” Was all I could manage, hands fumbling awkwardly until I could get him free. “This would be better with lube. Think we can make it upstairs?” The thought of pausing even for a few seconds was painful.

“Wallet, back pocket.”

I dove my hand into the pocket of his shorts, pulling it free. As promised, there in the cash section was a small packet of travel lube and a condom. I raised an eyebrow at him, removing the packet, leaving the condom, and slipping the wallet back into his shorts. The motion caused them to fall the rest of the way to the ground.

“Aren’t you full of surprises?” I grinned, kissing him slowly before bringing the lube to my teeth and ripping it open. The taste was sweet and familiar against my tongue. “Is this… frosting-flavored?”

“A boy scout is always prepared.” He chuckled, swiping the small dollop left on my lip off with his tongue.

“I’m concerned about what sort of Boy Scout troop you were in if this was considered being prepared.”

I squeezed out entirely too much into my palm. The desperation to make him feel as good as he had made me feel overwhelmed my ability to function.

“Shut up, Anders and - ah fuckkkk!”

I wrapped my hand around both of us in a firm grasp, rocking my hips so our aching cocks slid against one another. Beck matched my pace instinctively. The friction was exquisite, the soft curses falling from Beckham’s lips fucking addictive. I pressed my mouth to his, swallowing his moans down like a starved man, my tongue pushing into his mouth. Pre-cum beaded on both our crowns, and I swiped my finger over them, mixing it with the lube. I couldn’t last much longer. I needed Beck there with me.

“Beck, fuck Beck, I’m so close.”

“Me too, baby, that feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

My knees were beginning to feel weak, but Beck held me solid, one hand grasping the back of my neck firmly, the other squeezing tightly at my hip. He wouldn’t let me fall. I was losing all ability to maintain rhythm, walking dangerously close to the edge, but I pushed through, thrusting us both into my fist. He came apart with a whimper and a shiver, the feeling of his release hitting my palm triggered my own. It wracked through my body like an earthquake, taking everything in me to keep stroking us slowly through it.

Finally, I allowed my hand to drop from where I held us, rubbing the combination of lube and both our releases over Beck’s abs. I wanted to mark him. Claim him. I wanted everyone to know he was mine.

“That was so fucking hot.” He muttered into my shoulder where he lay half-crushing me into the wall while he got himself together. “I definitely want to do more of that.”

“Same,” I whispered into his hair. Reveling in the way, his body still shuddered against me.

“Not planning on running again, right?”

“Never.”

Quiet minutes passed between us before Beck finally gathered enough composure to take his weight off me. “Shower with me before bed?”