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I have to relax them one by one before I can set it down on the kitchen counter and move deeper into the house. ‘House’. Trailer. Whatever. My shithead father, as his last act before abandoning this family for good, scavenged up two half-rotten double-wides, cut out the usable parts and basically glued them together. So the layout doesn’t make any sense, and it looks like Frankenstein fucked a Winnebago and this is their spawn, but it’s better than nothing.
“Caden Michael Elizabeth Waters!” A female voice carries through the room and now Cade does groan, dropping his head forward and looking resigned. “That’s not my middle name, Wish. I don’t even have a middle name.”
“I told you, you’re supposed to warn me if it’s a sex party, Wish. I’m not sure Silas is ready for that. And I know I’m not. Your friends are terrifying.” Even Silas laughs at that, although he sounds a little uncertain, and Wish punches me in the arm for my troubles. “Dick. Don’t be biphobic. We’re not all sluts.” “I never said that. My aunt Jaz is bi and I don’t think she’s had sex since the Bush administration. Bush Senior. That woman fucking loves quilting. You, though, light of my life, are a slut. And I love you for it. It’s important that someone in this relationship is getting laid.
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Everyone else might be tiring for him, but somehow, I know how to make him laugh. It’s like I was born with the cheat codes.
He’s loud when he does anything else. If he didn’t have to keep quiet, how loud would he be when he came?
His gaze slides to me, and there’s a hint of what I’m starting to think of as his why is Cade like this expression. I don’t hate it, and when I smile back at him, it’s a genuine smile.
“If it makes you feel better, you can consider this repayment for me saving your drunk ass from drowning in the quarry. I rescue you, you rescue me, and every time we end up crammed into a teeny tiny bed together. It’s the circle of life, apparently. So hakuna matata and go the fuck to sleep.”
“You’ve always been a sore loser.” “I like to think of it as knowing my rightful place in the world. First place.”
Sometimes it feels like I was created specifically to undo every shitty thing that’s ever been done to Silas. Every smile gives me a bigger sense of accomplishment than anything else in my life, and it’s literally my job to save people’s lives.
If I could hollow out the space inside my ribs and place him there for safekeeping, I would.
“Should one of us….?” I catch his eye, and I can see the hesitance. If there’s no one here, there’s no reason for us to do this in the same room. But I’m stroking myself for real now, and his hand is warm on my leg, and I don’t want either of us to move. “Nah,” I say. He licks his lips, and his mouth hangs slightly open as his breathing picks up. I don’t think he’s ever actually watched me during this before, and I don’t hate it. I feel lust-drunk and pesky things like consequences are getting less important by the second. I throw my head back again, stretching out my body and finally pulling
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I’ve never thought a dick could look pretty, before. Never thought about dicks that much in general. But if there’s such a thing as a pretty cock, Silas has got one. I’m kind of jealous.
“You want my cock?” Cade bites his lip and nods, looking up at me with those stupid puppy-dog eyes. “You want me to fuck you? To be inside you and fucking own you? Because I thought you were mine before, Cade, but this-
My voice is a dry rasp. I push my fingers back into him, making him gasp. “This is something else. This isn’t something I can forget about.” “Do it.” He sounds so sure. “Fuck me. Own me. You already do, I just didn’t realize it.”
Without thinking, I use my fingers to push the cum back in. I want it to stay there. I’m gentle, but when I look up at Cade, he’s watching me with heavy, lust-filled eyes, so I don’t stop. I trust him to tell me if he wants me to stop. “So messy,” I mumble, watching my fingers disappear back inside him where they belong. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Come for me like this, Cade. I know you can. You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
His voice is raw, but the way he clings to me makes me believe him. He speaks the words directly into my skin. “I just didn’t realize it could be like this. This good.”
“Dude, can you go three minutes without saying the words ‘dick’ or ‘ass’, please? I’m trying to have a serious conversation and every time you say the words, all I can think about is…” “Your dick in my ass?” I’m so helpful.
It is physically impossible to think about mundane things like tire pressure and coolant levels when all I can picture is Cade’s face. The face he made when I sank my cock into him for the first time last night. The face he made when he begged for more. Or his face when he came so hard he cried.
He’s mine. My job is to take care of him and keep him safe, like no one has before.
“Don’t hold back,” I say, my voice already gravelly from the abuse. “I want to taste you. Feed me your cum.”
“Are you gonna come for me?” I can tell he’s getting close by the strain in his voice, but he’s holding back, focusing on hitting me at just the right angle. My face is being pushed into a mattress that’s wet with my own drool. I’m so desperate to come I might cry. “Please.” It’s the only coherent word that I can get out right now.
“Your ass is mine, and so is your cum. I need you to give it to me. Give it up, Cade.”
“Give it to me. I can feel how full of cum you are. It’s dying to spill out. Do you need me to fuck it out of you?”
Hold me. Promise you’ll never leave me. Be my family and let me be yours. I can only breathe because you’re still here.
“I don’t know how I would have gotten through last night without you, Silas.” My heart stops beating for a few seconds. When it starts again, I feel the faint spark of hope for the first time all morning. “Really?” His lips are parted slightly, and his eyes are locked onto mine. “Of course, baby. You’re my rock.
“Silas, I know we were both raised on bread crumbs of affection and emotional stability, so this stuff feels like speaking in code sometimes,” he says. “But I need you to promise me that you’ll at least try to talk to me about it. Whenever something’s bothering you or you can’t figure out how I feel, you have to say something. Otherwise, I won’t be able to help you. It’s the only way we’ll be able to make things work when we have the combined emotional intelligence of a celery stick, okay?”
