Page 21 of Silent Truths

As soon as we were in our suite, I headed toward the first room and gently—so fucking carefully so I wouldn’t accidentally wake him—laid Tor on the bed. He grunted but just rolled over and hugged the closest pillow. I covered him up and headed out of the room. Dalton handed me mine and Tor’s duffel bag.

Another thing that was suddenly our normal now. Just like we used to if we stayed at Dalton’s place before we all got our own place to share, Tor and I shared a duffel bag.

It was the little things like this that I’d missed so goddamn much.

“Thanks,” I told him gruffly.

He nodded once. “He okay?”

I nodded. “You know how he is when he’s spent too much time writing.”

Dalton sighed. “Yeah. His songs are fucking amazing. Just wish they didn’t take so much out of him.”

Shit, I did, too. But there was something beautiful about the way Tor squeezed out his heart onto those sheets of paper and then sought me out for a donation source to replenish the blood he’d lost. And the part of me that wanted Tor completely dependent on me… well, I fucking loved it.

“Salem?”

I spun around to face the door to our room. Tor was standing in the doorway, his eyes sleepy and heavy-lidded. Immediately, I walked to him and settled a hand on his hip, backing him into the room. Dropping the duffel bag, I kicked the door shut and led him back to bed.

“You shouldn’t be awake yet,” I told him.

He grunted when we fell to the mattress, me on top of him. Immediately—like it was pure instinct—his legs parted, cradling me between them. He licked his lips, looking a little more awake now. And that hazy look was entering his eyes—the one he got when he needed me.

Christ, I couldn’t get enough of him.

“You were gone,” he grumbled, a little bit of a whine to his voice. I had to resist grinding my hardening cock against his at the sound. Fuck, I loved it when he got all whiny on me.

I hummed and brushed my lips across his. “Missed me?”

He sighed and wrapped his legs around my hips, moaning when my cock pressed against his. A low growl rumbled from my chest as a shiver wracked down my spine. “Don’t be a dick, Salem.”

I chuckled. “Not being a dick, baby. Just genuinely curious.” I kissed the corner of his lips. “I like the idea of you missing me when you’re asleep.”

My nose skimmed along his throat. “I always miss you,” Tor rasped, angling his head so I had more access.

“I’m right here, baby.”

He shook his head. “Never close enough. Want you beneath my skin.”

Christ.

I rocked my hips against his, and fuck, the way he moaned. The way he whined. The way his fucking nails dug into my skin through my t-shirt…

“Off,” he panted against my lips, tugging my shirt up. I let him pull it over my head, and then I yanked his off next, pressing our bodies together. He groaned deep in his throat, his chest vibrating with it. He rocked up against me, and we rutted into each other as we kissed and panted into each other’s mouths.

“You’re so goddamn perfect,” I growled as I moved my lips to his neck. I forced his legs to unwind from around my hips and maneuvered down his body. Once his sweats and boxers were off, I licked a line up the underside of his cock before wrapping my lips around his tip, his precum tasting bitter but so fucking good on my tongue.

He moaned like a fucking whore, and I had to grip my cock through my shorts to keep from coming from the erotic sound alone.

“Salem…” he rasped, his fingers sliding into my hair. He thrust up into my mouth, forcing his cock deeper, and I moaned around him, urging him on.

The number of guys I’d been with… Fuck, none of them nor any time with them could ever compare to Tor and what it was like being with him. We’d done nothing more than this in the past two weeks—touching, rutting, sucking—but goddamn, it was so perfect.

I sucked him deeper, swirling my tongue around his thick, throbbing length as he lost himself in the bliss of being with me. Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed the small bottle of lube I kept on me since Tor loved being fingered so fucking much and squirted some onto my fingers before slicking up his hole and sliding two fingers inside of him.

“Fuuuuuck,” Tor moaned, his voice no doubt carrying past the four walls of our room. “Christ, Salem,” he growled. “More. Give me more. I need your cock.”

My eyes snapped up to his as I hollowed out my cheeks. Slipping out my fingers, I added a third before sliding them back inside of him, stretching him more. I’d been waiting—waiting so goddamn patiently—for him to utter those words. To tell me he wanted me to fill him up.

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