Page 110 of Hyperspeed
“Could’ve fooled me.”
A hard smack on the ass made me yelp, and my hips bucked forward.
He groaned, mumbling, “Sensitive.”
“Sorry.”
I heaved myself off him, catching his slight wince as my cock slipped out. Gripping his knees, I spread his legs, watching the cum drip from his puffy hole.
Mycum.
Stars, I wanted to scoop it up and push it back inside him.
But I didn’t.
I lowered my head to drop a kiss on his hip, and Rev sighed. Rising from the bed, I walked into the en suite, rooting through the cupboards for something I could use to clean him. Settling for a soft hand towel, I wet it under the tap and returned to the bedroom.
Rev hadn’t moved, still sprawled out on his mattress with his legs and arms spread wide. Even his tail was still, not fidgeting like it usually did.
He blinked up at me when I perched beside him, and I helped him lift his legs. Then I tenderly cleaned his hole, his stomach, and his tail in silence.
I didn’t know what to say, unsure how to sum up something that was so . . . perfect.
And if I said the wrong thing, would he freak out? Would he get up and run?
I didn’t want him to, not after we’d shared so much. Seeing him throw up the walls I’d managed to dismantle would kill me.
“Thank you.”
Rev’s words were quiet, delicate enough to vanish on the breeze. He looked up at me, cheeks still flushed, his mouth curved in a tender smile. And I returned it, lowering myself to press a soft kiss just above his belly button.
I tossed the cloth in the hamper he kept in the corner, and slid into bed beside him, covering us with his duvet. Rev curled into my side, using my chest as his pillow. His lips brushed my pec as he nuzzled the skin, and I wrapped my arms around him.
“Are you okay?”
He raised his head and smiled, happiness making him glow with quiet radiance. “I’m perfect, starboy.”
I leaned in to whisper against his lips. “Me too, little comet.”
Me too.
Fly the Red Flag
Rev
The next six weeks were . . . pretty good.
On the track, things were the same as always. Lots of bickering, plenty of insults, and the same old rivalry.
But after the race ended, we’d spend time together. We were getting to know each other, finding out what made the other tick. Every few days, Kai would show up at my apartment, and sometimes I even went to his.
We’d order in, or I’d teach him simple recipes—he might have been great at racing, but in the kitchen, he was hopeless. After that, we’d put something on SpaceFlix and argue over which characters were the hottest.
At night, we’d crawl into bed, tangled up in each other until we collapsed in a sweaty heap.
Kai was insatiable—not that I was complaining. One night, we fucked so many times that I walked bow-legged for days afterwards. He had the audacity to call me a “space cowboy,” like it wasn’t his fault I was in that state.
Fine, maybe it was my fault too.
