Page 33 of Ride the Whirlwind

“Of course.” The same guard enthusiastically nodded, gesturing to a car waiting a few steps away from the gates. “This is your ride, and I, with your permission, will drive you to the administrative building. Mister Hansen, Lothier, your good friend the doctor, and the two young men who accompanied him are waiting for you in the conference room.”

“How is everyone?” Graeme's heart started to beat faster when the guard mentioned the two young men, the image of Keith's face and his big, innocent, turquoise eyes invading his mind.

“Homesick,” the guard smiled, his voice tinged with melancholy, “Especially the one who looks so much like Ardan. Sometimes, he just stares blankly ahead, sighing, and it breaks my and the other guys' hearts to see him like that. However, he’s a completely different person around small children. You should hear his laughter and see his smile,” the man added in a livelier tone.

“Keith is hurting. I did this to him,” Graeme said to himself, making great efforts to keep his emotions under control. He wished he could spare his young lover from the heartbreak and pain by telling him the truth, but the whole plan would have been compromised. His associates were sly, old foxes who couldn't be fooled easily, so he decided to keep everything secret from the one he loved more than anything and anyone.

The car stopped in front of a long, one-level building, and the guard from the gates stepped out of it, opening the door for Graeme. Viggo got out of the vehicle, too, and joined the two, heading to the building's entrance. They stopped in front of a door, and the guard discreetly knocked three times.

A man in his late fifties with light-green eyes, long hair, and a well-toned body, who said his name was Lance Hansen, warmly greeted Graeme, vigorously shaking his hand and giving him a bear hug. Another younger man took a step forward and, in a respectful voice, introduced himself as Lothier, The Base's chief of security. He also thanked Graeme for rescuing his boss and taking him under his roof.

The man cast a circular look around the table in the middle of the room, pained and confused that he didn't spot Keith and Fadyen. He finally saw them sitting in the furthest corner of it just like they did a few days earlier in the mansion's conference room when he so heartlessly threw them away like they were two used, broken objects.

Keith raised his head, his turquoise eyes becoming incandescent at the sight of Graeme, but it was only for a second. The light faded away, and he lowered his gaze, seeking Fadyen's warmth and protection just like he did that day in San Francisco. Graeme couldn't stand to see his beloved hurting like that; without giving a damn about what Lance and Lothier might think, he headed to where Keith was sitting and hugged him to his chest.

“This poor soul missed you a lot. I'm sure the two of you have a lot to tell each other,” Lance said in a gentle voice, heading to the door and gesturing for Lothier to follow him.

“I've come to take you back home,” Graeme whispered in a thick, shaky voice once the two men were out of the room. “And I also want to deeply apologize for all the pain my actions caused you.” He wrapped Fadyen and Keith in a warm gaze.

“I... you are not to blame. I knew this moment would come. You don't have to take us back if you don't feel like,” the young guard wrapped an arm around Keith's shoulders. “I'll give my own life to protect his if I have to. But if you want him back, I'll step away, because you are the one his heart yearns for.”

“Please, don't fight.” Keith looked between the two men, then let out a loud sigh. “I'm tired, I want to go to...our room,” he said after a moment of hesitation. “Please, Master?”

“Of course.” Graeme hugged him tightly, tears of joy sliding down his cheeks. “I want you back. Both of you. Forever. I won't abandon you ever again or tell you to leave. I promise.”

“I'll be with Martens if you need me, although I don't think it will be the case.” Doctor Douglas, who witnessed the whole scene without a word, made efforts to hide his emotions under a smirk.

“And I'll be around, watching over the young children playing in the park.” Fadyen softly smiled, heading to the door.

“Come on, sweet one, let's take you to bed,” Graeme whispered in Keith's hair, kissing his temple.

CHAPTER 25

Keith drew the curtains, a mysterious darkness replacing the bright light of the day. Eyes still filled with uncertainty, he looked at Graeme, who started to undress, neatly folding his clothes on a chair. Only in his underwear, he sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing to Keith to come to him.

The young man answered with a small nod and did as he was told, kneeling next to the one he considered the Master of his body and mind. After studying him for a brief moment, Graeme helped his lover to his feet, sweeping a loving gaze over him. Slowly, he removed the clothes covering Keith, taking an immense pleasure in rediscovering, bit by bit, the body he adored.

Soon, the underwear was the only piece staying in the way of Graeme's greedy eyes and hands, but he didn't take it down. Instead, the man ran his flat palm over his young lover's plane of muscles and peppered butterfly kisses on his firm, flawless skin, eliciting sweet moans from the other's tempting, oh-so-kissable lips.

Standing, Graeme took down his underwear, then did the same with Keith, who graciously stepped out of it. Smiling, the older man gently pulled his beloved onto his lap, capturing his lips in a slow, tender, but also passionate kiss, drinking him dry, getting high from his sweet essence, savoring that perfect mouth, which was his and his alone.

Consumed by desire, Keith closed the space between him and Graeme, wrapped his arms around the man's neck, and begged him with his eyes to deepen the kiss. The other couldn't resist the silent pleas and gave his lover what he so desperately needed, as he did every time. When they were together, everything was about Keith, about making him happy and telling him how important he was.

The kiss became passionate and hot, the two men abandoning to the pleasure that hit them wave after wave. The tenderness was soon replaced by lust and fire, Graeme and Keith pouring their souls into the kiss while their hands wandered on one another's body, caressing, feeling, exploring.

The two broke the kiss, and, still inebriated by the other one's taste, stared into each other's eyes for a while, then Graeme stood on shaky legs and, a bright smile playing on his lips, gestured to the bed. Nodding in understanding, Keith climbed on it and lay on his back, knees bent, legs widely spread and hands above his head in a gesture of complete, utter surrender.

Graeme's heart started to pound faster in his chest at the sight before him; that beautiful man, perfect in every single way, was his to worship, to adore, to cover in kisses and caresses from head to toes, to shower with affection and make love to. Once the preparations were done with utmost care and attention, Graeme knelt between Keith's spread legs, but apparently the young man had other ideas.

A pleading expression on his face, he gestured to his Master to lay on his back, the older man happily obliging. Squirting a generous amount of lube in his hand, he coated Graeme's cock, the touch of his fingers hardening it even more. Slowly, Keith impaled himself on his master’s erect member, taking it inch by inch.

After giving himself a little time to adjust to the intrusion, the young man started to dance on his lover's cock, taking it even deeper inside him with each rotation of his hips. Eyes closed, head tilted backwards, Keith moved by the music inside his head, the seductive, languid rhythm driving Graeme on the edge of insanity.

The older man's hands ran feverishly up and down his lover's body, marking him with feather-like touches, then descended to the two perfectly shaped globes of his ass, kneading them, making Keith moan wantonly. Graeme licked his lips at the sight of the young man's cock, hard and swollen.

For a moment, he imagined his mouth engulfing it, but then remembered this demonstration of his affection would have made Keith feel uncomfortable. Instead, he spat in his hand, coating the other one's length, and started to stroke it in sync with the love dance's rhythm.

The image of his lover undulating on his cock, lips slightly parted, long, silky lashes fluttering over his half-closed, turquoise eyes did things to Graeme's nether regions, and it took all his control not to ravage Keith's body. He remembered that it was the young man the one who mattered and continued to give him the pleasure he craved so much for.

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