Page 27 of Under Your Care

“D-Deep, too deep!” Lane gasped out, fingers gripping the hair at the base of my scalp. His words deteriorated into moans and little grunts. I began to speed up my thrusts, biting and sucking marks into his neck and shoulders. I slammed up into him, wanting to bury myself in his warmth. Lane began sobbing, going back and forth from, “Yes, yes, yes,” and, “Please!” I captured his lips with my own, tangling my tongue with his. He panted into my mouth, scratching at the back of my neck with his nails.

“Gonna come for me, princess?” I grunted, feeling my own balls tightening up.

“Daddyyy,” Lane cried as his hole clenched down on my cock. I unclamped both of his nipples at the same time, resulting in Lane screaming and digging his nails further into my nape. He bit down on my neck as his body shook and his cum shot onto my stomach. Seeing Lane’s pleasure hit him so intensely, along with the tightening and pulsating rhythm of his channel, threw me into my own orgasm.

“Fuuuck!” I yelled, coming voraciously between us.

Lane was barely conscious - a thoroughly fucked-out expression on his face - as he looked down at our spent cocks, covered with a mixture of our releases. His mouth twitched up in a weak smile.

“Daddy, I did it,” he mumbled, his eyes sliding shut. I planted a gentle kiss on his forehead below lowering the both of us onto the bed. I untangled his arms from behind my head, untying his wrists. As I slipped my softened dick out of him, I massaged and kissed his wrists. I basked in the afterglow, memorizing every inch of his sleeping face.

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Lane awoke while I was scrubbing his body in the hot bath I had run for him following our first time together. He sleepily rolled his head to the side, meeting my eyes with a tender look.

“You’re bathing me? I’m not sure I ever want to escape,” he lightly giggled, stretching out his legs fully, flexing his toes under the water.

I hummed, “If you do, who’d spend every waking hour of every day pampering you?”

Laughter bubbled out of Lane. Kicking his feet at the surface of the water, he looked delighted. I couldn’t stand how beautiful happiness looked on him. He was radiant, magnificent. Lane was a walking daydream, the rainbow after a storm. He was a tsunami of emotion, flattening my emotionless world.

I wasn’t sure what love was supposed to feel like, but I was sure that I loved Lane with the entirety of my being. My love wasn’t a sweet pining, the passing of a love note in school. My love was an all-consuming thing - full of obsession, possession, manipulation. Lane’s diagnoses only made him more than perfect to be my partner. The first time I had laid my eyes upon him, I knew he was meant to be mine. But once the words borderline personality disorder and post-traumatic stress disorder left his lips, I knew just how easy it would be to make him need me. To make him unable to survive without me. After all, we were a perfect match. Our brains fit together as two halves of a whole. His fear of abandonment and my need to possess him. His trauma and my emotional intelligence. His struggle with self-control and my need to control him.

“Grey?” He called out, jerking me back into the task at hand.

“I’m here, baby boy. Lean back to get your hair wet, please. I needto wash it before we get you out of the tub.” Lane slid down into the water, soaking his hair, before rising back up. I carefully began shampooing him, smiling at the way he was nuzzling into my fingers on his scalp.

“How come you haven’t gone to work this week? Don’t you need to?” He questioned, eyes shut.

“I told the office that I needed emergency family leave and to reschedule my patients. I’ll do some telehealth sessions the next few days, then once I feel it’s safe for you to be here by yourself, I’ll start going into the office again. I won’t be working nearly the same amount of hours I had been, though. Being a therapist is more of a cover for my brothers and I. I certainly don’t make the majority of my income from it.”

“What do you mean by saying it’s a cover? What do you do that needs covering?”

“Hayes and Hudson are very skilled contract killers, some of the best in the business. I primarily help them launder their money, provide resources, that sort of thing. I would say killing is more of a hobby that I partake in very rarely,” I mused, rinsing the shampoo out of Lane’s hair.

“Killing is more of a hobby that I partake in very rarely,” Lane mocked. He suddenly sobered, curiosity and concern in his voice. “Um… Should I be worried about how your brothers were really weird with Oliver the other day?”

I helped him out of the bathtub, wrapping a fluffy white towel around his lithe body. I sighed, “I don’t think they’ll kill him. They seem to be attracted to him?”

Lane furrowed his brow. “Your psychopathic twin brothers - who are also assassins - areattractedto my Oliver?”

I growled, “Your Oliver? Be careful.”

Lane rolled his eyes at me, walking into his bedroom. “You’re such a caveman. Anyways, can we circle back to the psychopathic killers interested in my best friend?” Lane continued, “Do you mean like romantically orsexually interested in him or like interested in him in a prey kind of way?”

“All of the above,” I rebuffed, resulting in a raised eyebrow from Lane as he combed through his towel-dried hair.

“How much do they know about Oliver?” Lane asked.

“I’m not sure, why?”

Lane bit the inside of his cheek, pondering something. “I would never, never, never normally do this, but with your brothers beingyour brothers, I feel like I should mention this - just in case. I don’t want them to not know, find out, and then hurt Oliver either physically or emotionally.”

“Tell me, baby.”

“Oliver is trans,” Lane stated cautiously.

I frowned, “Baby, if you think that my brothers or I are transphobic, we need to have a discussion.”

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