Page 56 of Code Violation

They both laughed, making Forrest realize how glad he was that they hadn’t died earlier. Rolling onto his side, he drank in the sexy body that Nero usually kept hidden underneath baggy shirts. As he looked, Nero’s cock twitched.

Forrest smiled.

“That smile is dangerous,” Nero observed languidly.

“Mm, probably.”

Forrest lay one hand on Nero’s furry chest, enjoying the crinkle of the dark hair underneath his palm before tracing a path downward across his stomach to his fully erect penis. As he watched, a bead of precome pulsed from Nero’s cock, causing a similar reaction from Forrest’s.

Reaching his destination, Forrest forced himself to move slowly. Using his index finger, he traced a circle around Nero’s tip before moving to outline his shaft. Nero groaned again, spreading his legs and thrusting his hips upward.

“Forrest… I need more.” Nero’s voice was faint but raspy, as if he was barely managing to control himself.

“No condoms,” Forrest said. “I need to get into Aberdeen for supplies.”

Nero blinked at him, a cute frown creasing his brow.

“Just… fuck.” Rolling onto his side so they faced each other again, Nero wrapped his leg over Forrest’s so they were eye to eye and cock to cock. “This way.”

Nero wrapped his fingers around as much of both cocks as he could while Forrest snaked his hand around the back of Nero’s neck so he could plunder his lips. Nero gasped and Forrest took advantage, diving his tongue into his mouth and sucking on his tongue. Nero’s body writhed against him, his hand moving wildly as he pumped them together.

Forrest tried to focus on Nero, but his balls were tight and sending warning shots up his spine. They were both leaking enough precome that Nero’s hand was slippery. Fuck, it felt good.

“Fuck, Nero,” Forrest gasped.

“Next time—” Nero’s sentence was cut off as his back arched and come spilled out over his hand and Forrest’s cock.

His own reaction was immediate. The warning shots sparked into fireworks, Forrest’s balls began to empty, and it felt as if most of the oxygen in his body evaporated. Or something.

Falling back to himself, Forrest rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. There was a stain in one corner where the roof had leaked years ago. He should probably fix that.

“Jesus, Nero,” Forrest muttered over the pounding of his heart. “That was incredible.”

When Nero didn’t respond, Forrest turned to look at him. His eyes were half-open, his cheeks red from Forrest’s beard. He looked properly ravaged.

“I think you broke me,” he finally whispered. “I don’t think I can move my legs.”

“Ha, ha.”

Leaning in, Forrest claimed his lips again. It was a good thing Nero Vik was only in town temporarily. Forrest could see himself getting attached.

* * *

After they’d showered—separately, and Nero for the second time—Forrest headed back to the kitchen to prepare the steaks he’d gotten out of the freezer. Nero offered to help but Forrest was happy having him sit at the tiny kitchen table and keep him entertained.

“Good, because I was just kidding. I don’t cook.”

Forrest prided himself on being a decent enough cook. Lani even liked what he put on the table. While Nero had been cleaning up the first time, Forrest had tossed the steaks in a dish with soy sauce, minced garlic, ginger, and rice vinegar. He opened the refrigerator to see what his side dish options were.

“Do you like Brussels sprouts?”

He’d gotten some freshly harvested ones from a farm up the road earlier in the week. It would be a shame not to share them.

“I don’t think I’ve had them in years.”

“Is that a no or a yes?”

“It’s an ‘I’ll try them.’”

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