Page 34 of Missing in Action

He didn’t hear the front door opening over the noise of Finn’s tears. Then he saw Brandon standing in the kitchen doorway with his face like thunder. With his stomach sinking, he extricated himself from Finn. Finn looked at Brandon with wide eyes. Then he went into his partner’s arms. And despite the look on Brandon’s face that suggested he was going to punch Holden, he held Finn with the most tender of hands.

Holden hurried down the hall and opened the door, cursing himself.

Chapter Fourteen

Tyler

The pain had been off and on all day. Tyler read some more of Holden’s book, really enjoying it and marveling at the guy’s skill, then he busied himself sanding down and painting the table and chairs overlooking the lawn. The more he tried not to think about Holden, the more his thoughts were consumed by him. He couldn’t stop his mind going over and over that morning. How Holden had pulled him back by his arm so firmly, in command and taking what he wanted. The soft cling of Holden’s lips to his. And then of course, the slide of Holden’s beautiful lips down his dick, the wet slick of his saliva. The heat of his mouth. His tongue curling around Tyler’s cockhead. Fuck.

Once the painting was done, he went back inside. Locked the bathroom door and took his cock free of his shorts. He stood at the sink looking at his flushed face in the mirror as he slid his erection through his hand. He wanted Holden face down with Tyler stretching him open. Or Holden looking up at him with his mouth slack and red and wet as Tyler slid balls-deep into him. Or Holden on all fours as Tyler gave him a reach around. Or Holden riding him, impaled with his cock bouncing and spurting all over Tyler. “Oh God,” he groaned. He’d have to fuck Holden. He needed it. Like the breath in his lungs and fuck whether Holden was doing it for the right reasons or whether Tyler was just another cock in a long line. Holden wasn’t just another cock to Tyler, he knew that, but his feelings were all caught up with his lust and he didn’t think he could ever begin to think straight until he’d had Holden. He knew it was the wrong way to think. They should have allowed their budding relationship to develop before jumping into bed, but it was too late for that. He needed what he needed and he was only a weak-willed man. If Holden would allow him, he’d throw him down onto the nearest horizontal surface—or up against the wall, who cared—and fuck him to within an inch of his life.

He groaned as he spurted a torrent over his fingers and into the sink. He panted for breath, shaking and laughing in amazement at the evidence of his third orgasm of the day and how Holden still hadn’t completely wrung him out. He could go again, he knew.

He had a beer and looked again at the stamps Holden had bought him before going back out to the yard to examine the table and chairs and admire his handiwork. He heard Holden’s car bumping down the dirt track before he saw it. He climbed from his seat on the top step as Holden got out of his car.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Holden had a bag of groceries under his arm. He looked pale and strained. He gestured to the table. “Looks good.”

Tyler smiled.

“Is it dry?”

“Nope.”

“Shame. I could just sit there and smoke a massive joint.”

Something twitched in Tyler’s gut at the mention because that sounded like the best idea ever. Even better if it led to Holden flat on his back on that green springy grass with Tyler inside him. His non-existent leg gave a throb of needy pain.

He eyed Holden. “What’s wrong? Please tell me what we did earlier isn’t torturing you.”

Holden gave a wistful smile. “It is, but that’s not it. Finn said he wanted to do the book.”

Tyler stared. “He did?”

“Yeah. Then he took me home and spilled his guts and…” Holden shook his head. “I wish I could unhear it.”

Tyler swallowed. He said nothing.

“That poor, poor guy,” Holden said with his voice breaking. “I thought I had it so hard but everything I got was shit I asked for. I asked to be used and hurt because I wanted it. He didn’t ask for any of that. He was systematically beaten, raped and abused over ten years. Faceless strangers fucked him and recorded him. The man who should have loved and protected him treated him like an animal and let his friends use him like a toy. And I was worried about everything we’ve done and how we shouldn’t let it go any further when I already know that you’re a gentle, kind man who’s nothing like Dominic.”

Tyler bit his lip. He moved closer to Holden and touched his fingers to his hand. “What about you get that joint anyway and we sit here on the steps and share it? You’re hurting and my phantom fucking foot is agony. And I don’t want you to hurt anymore.”

Holden closed his fingers around his. “Be right back.”

Tyler sat on the step and contemplated the horizon as the sun began to sink, streaking the sky with orange and red. He was almost certain he was going to fuck Holden that night and his stomach was heavy with desire. Holden came back soon enough with two uncapped bottles of beer, a joint and a lighter.

He sat beside Tyler on the step and handed him a bottle. “Cheers.”

They tapped their bottles together. “Cheers.” They both drank. Their arms and shoulders brushed. Holden put the joint in his mouth, flicked the lighter and sucked a mouthful of smoke in. He put his hand on Tyler’s knee and squeezed. Then he handed the joint over. Tyler took a deep drag. Holden’s hand slid over the bare skin to the hem of Tyler’s shorts. Tyler took another hit. Holden’s fingers found his inner thigh and slid below the baggy leg of his shorts.

Their eyes met as Tyler passed the joint over. Holden took a drag. Then he leaned closer. Tyler parted his lips as Holden let the smoke escape his own and pass into Tyler’s mouth. It was fucking hot. Tyler was already feeling discombobulated. Holden’s fingers reached the edge of his briefs and fluttered over his balls before tracing the outline of his stiffening cock. Then he withdrew his hand and turned his body to face Tyler, using his other hand for better access, sliding it right up the leg of Tyler’s shorts and onto his cock.

Tyler jerked in delight. He took back the joint and dragged while Holden’s hand cupped his erection through his underwear.

“I really enjoyed sucking your cock today,” Holden said in a low, seductive voice.

“Likewise,” Tyler said with his dick thickening impossibly under Holden’s stroking fingers.

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