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mad dog

The room was cloaked in shadow, lit only by the small lamp Nate always left on near the door. It cast a pool of amber light spilling across the floor like it was guarding the edges of a dream. Warmth coursed through me as I realized we were the dream, wrapped around each other, a tangle of limbs and heat and skin. My thigh was hooked over his, and he’d flung one of his arms across my ribs. His hand had found its way to the back of my neck in the night, holding me like he was afraid I might slip away.

His heartbeat was steady against my chest. Our rhythms didn’t match exactly—mine was a little faster, his a little deeper—but together, they formed something complete, a living call and response. The beats overlapped and whispered across each other, the embodiment of a promise: I’m still here.

I closed my eyes again, not to sleep but to absorb the moment, the quiet miracle of love. With Nate, I relaxed into the impossible peace of a man who’d nearly lost everything and was now cradling the one thing that mattered most.

Driven by nature’s call, I peeled myself away from him, causing him to stir. A low, sleepy groan slipped from his throat, and he mumbled something indecipherable as his arm tightened instinctively around nothing.

He was still sprawled on the bed when I came back. Since I didn’t want to wake him, I sat in a chair across the room and watched him sleep. He was still on his right side, facing the hollow where I’d been, and he’d stretched his arm over the mattress. Was he protecting my spot, keeping the place warm for when I returned? I ached to climb back in and fold myself around him, but seeing him this way—so vulnerable yet determined to make room for me—made me love him even more.

The sheets were bunched around his ankles, leaving him completely bare. Silvery light filtering through the blinds created shadows that traced the graceful lines of his shoulders and the lean strength of his back. He was relaxed, and my heart beat faster as my gaze skated over him, lingering on every exquisite detail.

He shifted, and the muscles in his back softened. The line of his backbone flowed into the dip at his waist and the long sweep of his thighs. As often as I’d seen him naked, the sight still stole my breath. My cock lengthened as I thought about all the pleasure we’d shared. Nate was a perfect lover, hot as hell and ready to do anything either of us wanted.

A snort, then he rolled onto his back, looking like he’d been carved by a master sculptor. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, his massive pecs shifting with every breath. Lower down, his abs rippled, shadowed lines etched across his torso, each one begging to be licked.

With his extraordinary body on display, I couldn’t sit and watch any longer. My dick rose to full mast when I stood and crossed to the bed. He didn’t move as I climbed between his legs and grazed my fingertips up his thighs. It was time to reconnect in a way he’d never forget.

His cock was hard, straining as only morning wood can, the thick veins making it look built to destroy. He didn’t even twitch when I licked the head. I toyed with him—trailing a finger along his shaft, sucking the head, and licking his balls. Those were all things he loved, and if he were awake, he’d have been begging for me to suck his dick. Instead, he sighed when I wrapped my hand around his erection and squeezed. He didn’t move, but another soft exhalation told me he was enjoying it somewhere in his reptilian brain.

A trickle of precum appeared when I squeezed again. My dick throbbed as I licked his balls and nibbled on the sac. It was heady having so much power over him, but with that came a sense of responsibility. Nate was my man, and I was determined to take care of him.

I moved my hand to the base of his cock and took the top half into my mouth. He groaned, low and quiet, and his hips shifted, pushing a little deeper. It was instinct, nothing like the way he moved when he was awake.

Keeping the pace slow, I sucked gently. Each pull drew another soft sound from his throat. God, he tasted like sleep and salt and his distinctive musk. I closed my eyes and stayed with it, savoring every twitch, every murmur, and every inch of him that said yes even in his dreams.

His precum was sweet and dusky. I sucked a little harder, then removed my hand and drew him completely inside my mouth. Maintaining the same easy rhythm, I sucked even harder and tickled his balls. He whimpered and moaned when I played with the thick hair on the inside of his thigh. I combed my fingertips through it, and goddamn if he didn’t purr. My dick throbbed again.

Nate’s leg twitched as he pushed deeper into my mouth. He was still unconscious, but barely. His groans had weight now—sleepy and needy, almost there.

I sucked harder, moved faster, and cupped his balls, rolling them gently before squeezing. His cock slid across my tongue, thick and hot, and I moaned around it without meaning to. I couldn’t help it; I was too turned on, already too far gone and grinding against the bed as I worked him deeper.

He let out another broken sound, and I reached up to squeeze the base of his cock again, holding him steady while I took him in, one slow, wet inch at a time.

He let out a hoarse snort and shifted, driving deep into my throat with a rough, instinctive thrust.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, voice ragged with need. His fingers tangled in my hair like he’d been dreaming about this. “Suck it, babe.”

The words hit me like a match to dry tinder. I went to work, flicking my tongue along the underside of his shaft, sucking him hard and deep, then dragging my nails behind his balls to stroke his taint. His body jerked. I could feel the ripple of tension in his thighs and the hard throb in his cock. He moaned like he was waking up into a dream too good to be real.

“Shit,” he breathed, yanking my hair and thrusting again. The tip of his cock slammed the back of my throat and made me gag, but I didn’t stop. I wanted every inch of him, longed to wring every sound from his throat until he didn’t know where he ended and I began.

“Fucking yes,” he gasped. “God, Chuck.”

His voice cracked on my name, and it burned through me—love and lust and gratitude rolled into one flawless, filthy sound. He was mine, and I was going to give him everything.

I let go of his taint and wrapped my fingers around the slick base of his cock again. Spit coated him, running in messy rivulets, and I smeared some onto my fingertip before sliding lower again. He moaned when I circled his hole—a long, guttural sound—and ground into my face before thrusting backward, as if he couldn’t decide which he wanted more: to fuck my mouth or get my finger inside him.

He was a man possessed. He gripped my head and thrust faster and rougher, as if chasing his orgasm was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Damn,” he hissed. “I’m close.”

I pressed on his hole, and he opened for me. He groaned as I slipped my finger in, and when I found his tight, swollen prostate, his body convulsed.

“Goddammit!”

His asshole clenched hard around my finger as he came, thick pulses of cum flooding my mouth. He grunted with every shot, shaking, shoving deeper like he couldn’t stop. I swallowed fast, desperate to take it all, but there was too much. It spilled past my lips and dripped down my chin, hot and filthy.

My cock throbbed against the mattress, leaking more with every sound he made. I wanted to hump the sheets—no, I wanted to climb inside his fucking skin. Still swallowing, I kept my finger buried in him while he gasped through the aftershocks.

He whined when I pulled my finger free, pushing his still-hard cock deeper into my mouth. I’d rarely seen him this undone, and fuck if it didn’t make me want to tear him apart so I could see what he looked like when I put him back together.

I pulled off his cock once he stopped grinding into me. His body slumped back against the mattress like he’d been emptied of everything. He moaned, soft and stunned, and when I glanced up, his eyes were unfocused.

The air was thick with sex and sweat. My face was a mess. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand, but there was too much. The salty-sweet taste clung to my tongue, and I grabbed a corner of the sheet and mopped my face as best I could, even as I swallowed again.

He was still moaning when I leaned in and cleaned him, licking cum from his balls and the sticky base of his shaft, then easing him back into my mouth to soothe him.

“Fuck, babe.” His voice was low and gravelly. “Was so good.”

He hummed through his haze as his cock twitched weakly against my tongue. I wrapped my hand around him to milk out the last few drops, but his fingers clamped around my wrist.

“Sensitive. Stop.”

I let him go, kissed the head one more time, and crawled beside him. His skin was warm and slick. We kissed before I rested my head on his shoulder, and he let out a slow, contented breath, and then chuckled. “I was on fucking fire.”

“When did you wake up?”

He draped his arm over my chest where it had been earlier. “Right before I came. I was dreaming you were blowing me, and I was close. I started waking up, but I couldn’t tell if it was real or the best wet dream I’d ever had.”

I swept a hand across his chest. “Surprise. All of it was real.”

He exhaled a laugh. “God, was it ever. I’m not exaggerating when I say you’re the world’s finest cocksucker.”

“Aw, are you buttering me up so I’ll do it again?”

“You should know the answer to that, considering how often you beg me to suck your cock.”

“Guilty as charged.”

He turned his head, eyes still heavy, and grinned. “Want me to return the favor?”

“Of course. If I’m the world’s finest cocksucker, you’re the only one who could challenge me for the title. But… as much as I’d love that, I want to fuck you even more.”

His eyes lit up. “Hell yes. Give me a few minutes, and then you can fuck me until I see goddamn stars.”

The way he looked at me—half-dazed, fully desperate—shot straight to my cock. There wouldn’t be any holding back.

“You don’t even know what getting fucked is,” I said. “I’ll pin you down and pound you so hard you’ll forget your name.”

He sucked in a breath. “I feel so fucking empty. Please.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking like I hadn’t already started planning how to ruin him. “You’ll get it harder than you ever have. I want you limp and leaking by the time I’m done.”

“God, yes.” His voice cracked on the words. “Use me, babe. Fuck me stupid.”

“You sure?”

He whined—actually whined . “Do I sound like I’m kidding?”

The spark caught, and the heat that had been simmering in my blood exploded. My cock, already hard from when I sucked him, throbbed in rhythm to my hammering pulse. I was wound tight, starving for the feel of him wrapped around me, for the sounds he’d make when I took him apart.

I climbed over him, chest brushing his slick skin, putting my lips close to his ear. “You’re going to beg for it,” I whispered. “I’m not giving you anything until you convince me you really want it.”

He gasped, grinding against me. I shifted my hips enough to slide my leaking cock along his thigh.

“Feel that?” I asked. “That’s what you do to me. Just from blowing you, I’m hard. Aching. I could fuck you for hours and still not get enough.” I nipped at his earlobe. “But you don’t get it simply because you asked. I want you panting, telling me how empty you feel, how much you need me inside you.”

“Chuck,” he moaned, writhing under me, trying to get me to slide between his legs.

I backed off enough to drive him insane, my cock brushing across his without giving him what he wanted.

“Tell me how bad you need to be stretched open,” I said.

His fingers clawed at my back, hips jerking helplessly.

“Please—fuck, I need it. I need your cock. I want to feel it. I need you to split me open and fuck me so deep I’ll be sore for days. I’m yours, use me like you mean it.”

I growled, low and wild, and rutted against him. “That’s it. You’re not just going to feel me, babe. You’re going to remember me.” My heart rattled like a snare drum played too close—sharp and staccato, almost tinny. “How do you want it?”

“From behind?” His voice was soft, almost shy, and his ears were red. “You get deeper that way. And pound me harder.”

God, I knew exactly what he meant. He was playing the part, like we always did, but underneath the filth and teasing, the familiar rhythm, there was more. There always was.

I grinned. “Yeah? You want it doggy style?”

“Well… your name is Dog.”

“Fuck. I love when you whine and beg while I fuck you like that.”

He smiled, happy I’d picked up on the game, and leaned into it. “I’m itchy inside,” he said, already squirming. “Please make me your cock slut.”

I ran a finger from one nipple to the other and pinched gently. “You really want it, huh? You’ll let me do whatever I like?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “As long as you plow my ass with that big dick.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You expect me to believe one of the biggest studs in pro hockey is going to let me bend him over and wreck his hole?”

He nodded. “And then do it again.”

“Show me.” I kept my voice low. “I’m not giving you anything until you show me how bad you need it.”

His brow knit, like he wasn’t sure if I was serious this time. “Please?” he rasped.

I gave him a slow, merciless shake of my head. “Not even close, sweets. Come on. Show me.”

Without another word, he shifted onto his knees, facing away. His hands reached back, and he spread himself open for me—bold and shaking a little—as he arched his back and offered himself up. “Please fuck my hole,” he whispered, the need in his voice breaking me.

Jesus Christ. My lungs locked up, and my cock throbbed so hard it hurt. “That’s real pretty,” I said roughly. I let my gaze drag over him, lingering on the flushed, desperate clench of muscle. “Look at that tight little star. Doesn’t look like it can take me.”

He turned his head, his eyes blown wide with want. “It can. It’s yours. I’m yours. Please fuck me.”

I licked my finger slowly and circled his entrance, making him whimper. “You’re winking for me, sweets. Your pretty little pink hole is tight as ever. Beg a little more.”

“Please,” he moaned, voice cracking apart like he was nothing but raw need. “Please, Chuck. I need you inside me. I need it so bad.”

I growled, finally giving in, because I lost my mind when he begged like that, showing me his hole like it was a fucking gift. He wanted my cock in there. Needed it.

“Please, Chuck,” he asked again. His voice was soft and needy.

I rolled to the side of the bed and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Propped against the headboard, I tossed it beside him. “Get yourself ready. You know I like to watch.”

He shifted to his back, legs bent toward me, and stared into my eyes while slicking his hand. I wrapped mine around my cock as he snapped the lid shut and let the bottle fall to the sheets. Then he raised his legs and held them open.

“Like this?”

I nodded, and he reached past his balls and circled his hole. When he slipped a finger inside, he groaned. I stroked myself, not for release but to enhance the pleasure of watching him play.

He moaned while he fingerfucked himself. I couldn’t take my eyes off the way his body opened, the way he welcomed the invasion. All I could think about was sinking inside, being gripped tight by that heat, and owning every sound he made.

Soon I was moaning along with him, jerking myself in time with the rhythm of his hand. When he found his prostate, his face twisted into a mask of filthy bliss. I knew that feeling. It didn’t hurt, but the pleasure was so intense, it pushed right against the edge of too much. It seemed dirty, like maybe you shouldn’t be feeling it.

“You’re a filthy fucker, Nate Holcomb,” I said. “I love how you moan when you finger your ass. You like being watched, don’t you?”

“Hell yeah.” His breath hitched when he added a second finger, and his eyes rolled back when he put in a third. Beneath all that desperation, he watched me like I was the only person in the world. “Love you, Chuck,” he whispered.

My heart lunged. “Love you too.”

He pulled his fingers free and said, “I’m ready.”

My cock had been ready for a while, pulsing with need and hard as a boulder. “Get on all fours.”

He did as I asked, and once he was braced on his hands, with his knees spread and ass up, I vibrated all over with want. I knelt behind him, grabbed the lube, and slicked myself fast, then rubbed more over his hole. I could barely breathe as I pressed the head against him. “Ready?”

“Do it.”

With one hand on his hip, using the other to guide myself in, I pushed inch by inch, biting back a groan. He opened around me, and goddamn , no matter how many times we did this, I always forgot how fucking good it felt. The slickness made every ridge of heat more intense, and I could feel his heartbeat in his asshole.

He gripped me like he was afraid I’d pull out and leave him empty.

“Goddamn, Nate. So tight.”

“Come on.” He was already breathless. “Fuck me.”

I leaned forward, with my chest brushing his back and my lips close to his ear. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?”

He shivered under me. “Then make me feel it. Fuck it into me. Show me.”

And so I did. “Damn. You feel…”

“Come on. Fuck me.”

I dropped my chest to his back and wrapped my arms around him, locking him against me as I moved. Slow at first, easing in and out, letting him adjust—letting me adjust, because it was already too good.

“You feel unreal,” I whispered against his shoulder. “Like your body was made for my cock.”

“Always forget how fucking big you are,” he groaned. “Jesus, it feels good.”

The vise around my cock eased as he relaxed into it, and I sped up. He pushed back to meet me, greedy for it, grinding to get me deeper. I gave him what we both needed and pounded into him, hips snapping as the heat built between us. Then I drove in deep, one sharp thrust that made him yelp.

“Harder!” he shouted. “Give it to me!”

I lost control and slammed into him again and again, every hit wet and filthy, the sound of skin smacking skin echoing around the room. We were a mess of sweat and slick, with no space between us, working each other over like we couldn’t fuck fast enough. The air was ripe and hot, and I grunted as I dragged him upright, pressing my chest to his back so I could change the angle and fuck him even deeper.

“Yes!” he cried out.

“Jerk yourself off.”

“Nearly there already.” He reached down and his hand flew over his cock.

The way it made him bounce on my dick had me groaning, lost in this magic between us. My balls drew tight. “Fuck. Close.”

“Fuck!” He arched his back. His ass clenched around me as the first hot stripe of cum shot from his cock and splattered the headboard.

“Goddammit!” I yelled. “Fuck, oh fuck , yes!”

I shoved myself as deep as I could and let go. The first spurt was hot, and I kept thrusting, kept coming, chasing the heat until I had nothing left. Nate was still coming too, and I tightened my grip to keep us both upright.

When we were spent, I got lightheaded. I eased us onto the bed, still joined, still clutching him to me. He landed in his own mess, but judging from his low moans and half-formed words, he couldn’t have cared less.

I nestled my face against his neck, letting the heat of him anchor me. “Can you breathe?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He let out a dazed chuckle. “Love this.”

My cock was still inside him, softening now, but he clenched around me like he didn’t want to let go.

I kissed his neck. “Be right back.”

His only response was a groan. In the bathroom, I wet a washcloth and wiped myself off, then rinsed it and grabbed a towel.

When I returned, Nate had rolled onto his back, boneless and grinning.

“That was the best yet,” he said. “Kiss me.”

I leaned in and brushed my lips over his. He moaned quietly, and while he lay there, pliant and blissed out, I cleaned him, wiping the warm cloth over his cock and stomach.

“Legs up,” I said.

He obeyed without a word, and I took my time cleaning him there too. When I was done, I dried him, then tossed the towel and washcloth to the floor. I curled up beside him, and he reached for the one visible corner of the sheet and dragged it over us.

With his head resting on my shoulder, he draped his strong arm across my chest, claiming me all over again. “I love you, Chuck. That was incredible.”

“It was for me too.” I kissed the top of his head, heart full to bursting. “I love you so fucking much.”

Damn the tears that slid down my cheeks, but I didn’t try to stop them. I was in bed with the one person who made my life real, and we’d come so fucking close to losing it all.

He shifted beside me, leaned on an elbow, and wiped my tears away with his fingers. “It’s okay, babe. You saved us. We’re going to be okay.”

I swallowed hard and met his eyes. “ We saved us.”

“You were the one who didn’t give up.”

“Neither did you,” I said. “If you had, we wouldn’t be here right now. Starting now, we work on this every day. The hard shit. The good stuff. All of it. One day, we’ll look around and realize we’ve built something better than we ever thought we could have.”

He nodded, hand still on my cheek. “We will.”

There we were. We were bruised and still figuring things out, but we weren’t broken.

We were together. For good.