Page 11 of Redeemed
“Hey, Guido, you know what I think?” David asks. “I think we should go to bed and forget about all the bullshit for a while.” He gets up, puts his hands on Trajan’s shoulders, and shoves gently. At first Trajan resists, but then he relaxes and allows David to climb into his lap. He’s not smiling, exactly, but his expression is lighter.
“And how do you plan to distract me?”
David slides a finger down Trajan’s chest. “I’m sure I’ll come up with something.”
I could get up and work on Trajan from behind, massage his shoulders, play at biting his neck. I don’t. Until we get this Jacques thing settled, I don’t want to test Trajan’s endurance. I’m not afraid he’ll kill me—hell, I’m pretty sure he couldn’t anyway—but keeping some distance seems kinder, somehow. Besides, watching David grind in Trajan’s lap is its own turn-on.
“Bed, puppy. Let’s go.”
David latches onto Trajan’s neck. He growls when Trajan stands, worrying the flesh with his teeth. Trajan smacks his ass and, catching my gaze, nods in the direction of the bedrooms. He leads, and I follow.
And halfway down the hall, David looks up from Trajan’s neck and gives me a lewd wink. We’ve only got a couple of hours until sunrise, not enough time for a meaningful search for Jacques, and this anonymous house in the middle of the ’burbs is about as safe as I can make it.
Might as well have some fun.
Or let them have some fun. While I watch. I’ve known Trajan Gall a while, and the shadow over his aura is new. Even when we first reconnected, in those wild days when he and David were on the run, he hadn’t looked like this. Now all I see is the darkness, his struggle, and I vow to myself that if someone needs to stake Jacques Betancourt, I’ll do the honors.
By the time they get to the vampire room, David’s got Trajan’s shirt open and he’s working on the fly of Tray’s jeans. The place has minimal decoration, a bed with a plain comforter and a cheap-ass dresser, as if the owner figured a vampire who was going to die all day wouldn’t care either way. I lean against the door jam, arms crossed, unable to help my grin.
Because really, watching the two sexiest men I know get it on is no hardship. Eventually I’ll have to reach down and take care of myself, but for now I’m happy to be a voyeur.
Trajan’s sitting on the bed with David straddling him. There’s a pause in the action while David takes his own shirt off, and then he pushes Trajan flat, rising over him on hands and knees.
“Come on, Tony.” David sits back and grabs at the waistband of Trajan’s jeans. “Lemme see the good stuff.”
I sidle further into the room so I have a profile view. David pulls Trajan’s cock free of his jeans and wraps both hands around it. Trajan inhales deeply when David starts to stroke him. The young werewolf flashes me a grin, then leans forward so he can catch one of Trajan’s nipples in his teeth.
“Hell.” The word is more of a gasp, but I get it. My own nipples tingle in response to Trajan’s obvious arousal.
They carry on for a while, David stroking and nipping until Trajan’s writhing underneath him. Then something happens, like a flip has switched, and Trajan grabs hold of David’s wrist.
“Wait. Where’samoré mio?” He looks around, eyes still heavy with lust.
“I’m here,moshíorghrá.David is taking good care of you and I’m having a fine time watching.”
David shakes free of his grasp. “This is for you, Guido. Shut up and come.” He starts stroking wildly while easing back on his heels. I reach for my fly, because my swollen cock is trying to tear through the denim I’m wearing. David adjusts himself so that every down stroke brings Tray’s cock to his lips.
And every time his cock hits David’s lips, Trajan whimpers.
Dia á sábháil, I’m going to cream my jeans.
David squirms around again, this time pulling his own dick out. What fate didn’t give him in stature it made up for in size. He gives himself a couple strong pulls, then goes back to work on Trajan.
Soon Trajan’s groaning, David’s humping his thigh, and I’m braced against the wall, jerking myself for all I’m worth. They’re gorgeous, my men, half-dressed and wholly debauched. My climax hits me before they’re through, taking me by surprise and sending me to the floor when my knees will no longer hold me.
So they’re at my eye level when David swallows Trajan to the root. The vampire arches off the bed, his cry of pleasure a sound that I’ll hold in my soul. Trajan goes limp and David ruts against him, growling his aggressive pleasure, and in short order he starts to buck and curse.
We’re done. Sated. David’s face is pressed into Trajan’s armpit, but he scoots around so one leg barely reaches me. I cup the sole of his foot and his lips curl in a smile. Trajan makes a sound that’s suspiciously like a snore.
It’s not quite sunrise when I manage to stand, but Trajan’s still out so David and I clean him up and arrange him in his bed. We take the windowed bedroom where the bed wishes it were king-sized, although I for one plan to sleep only for a couple hours.
We’ve got a vampire sire to find.
I wake to the sound of my phone beeping wildly, punctuated by cursing. “What the hell?”
David’s got his laptop open and my phone’s on the nightstand, buzzing about every thirty seconds.
“Fucking fuck.” He glares at me and points at his computer screen. “The fucking Los Angeles Were Authority has had a complaint against me and wants to hold a hearing.”
