Page 99 of Monsters within Men
“Fuck, Zeke, I didn’tuseit with Leo. Just borrowed it from him.” He shook his head and laughed. “Christ, why is this so awkward?”
“Stop talking.” Zeke pushed Noah backwards again, pressing his mouth hard against his. He stole the bottle from his hand and clicked open the lid.
A few seconds later, Zeke’s hand was back where Noah wanted it most. The feeling of their dicks rubbing together in Zeke’s slick, thrusting hand was everything,everything. Bolts of electricity ran through every nerve as Noah felt himself moving uncontrollably under Zeke. With his other hand, Zeke gripped Noah’s hip, pulling him downwards. And then Noah felt a new sensation. Zeke, who’d slowed the pace of his hand on Noah’s cock, had positioned his other hand millimetres from another very sensitive part of his body. All Noah would have to do would be to push his hips slightly in the right direction, and Zeke’s fingers would bethere.
“Shall I…?” Zeke began and Noah was absolutely sure that if there was more light, Zeke’s face would be his favourite shade of pink. “Do you want me to…? Or do you usually…?”
“I’d like that,” Noah said, instead offuck yes, please, now.“Only if you want to, though.”
He bit back a needy moan as Zeke’s finger teased his crease in answer, the cool sensation sending vibrations straight to his cock, and pressure quickly built at the base of Noah’s spine. When Zeke swirled his finger around his hole again and again, Noah thought he was going to have to beg for it after all, but then Zeke finally slipped the tip of one finger inside. Greedy for more pressure, Noah pushed his body downwards, hoping he’d get the hint.
He did. Zeke thrust his finger inside of him in time with the heavenly strokes with which he was still gracing their dicks. The feeling of fullness soon sent him spiralling towards the edge, especially when Zeke started whispering his name like a prayer. That, along with Noah’s panting and the wet sounds coming from Zeke’s efforts, formed a delightful soundscape that threatened to be his undoing.
“I’m almost there,” Noah said, and Zeke leaned in to kiss his neck, sucking lightly on it again as he arched his finger towards the spot inside Noah he’d been looking for. “Oh my god,” Noah grunted, praying Zeke wouldn’t stop. His entire body vibrated with pleasure as he rocked into Zeke’s touch.
When Zeke added a second finger, he clamped his lips together as a scream threatened to erupt out of him. Most nights for weeks now, he’d imagined Zeke inside of him in some capacity, but this was ten times better than anything he’d dreamed up.
“This is fucking amazing,” Noah whispered, running his thumb over Zeke’s cheek.
He was going to say more, so much more, but then Zeke’s cock began to twitch against his own, and a choked gasp came out of Zeke’s mouth. Hot cum pulsated out of him, coating Noah’s lower stomach and jumper.Oops. Without breaking his punishing rhythm, Zeke scooped it up and used it to continue to rub Noah with slick, warm fingers. Zeke’s heated gaze met Noah’s just for a moment.Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.
Unable to hold back anymore, Noah came violently as his arse clenched around Zeke’s fingers, which were still massaging inside of him in all the best ways. Noah’s muscles tensed as his orgasm rocked through his body, and he closed his eyes, riding wave after wave of sensation. Zeke kept pumping until Noah had released what felt like an infinitely long spurt, until Noah had to push his hand away with a happy mumble, unable to take any more.
Zeke groaned, removing himself from Noah then collapsing on top of him. He ran his hands over Zeke’s head, that rested in the nook of his shoulder.
Zeke let out a nervous laugh, shooting him his dorkiest grin. “So, that was okay, then?”
You’re amazing, he almost said.You’re amazing and brilliant and mine. When I wake up in the morning, I want to hide forever until I remember I get to see you. I was drowning, but now you’re my life-raft. I was lost, but now you’re my compass, my true north.
“It was perfect,” he said, instead.
Zeke smiled his blinding wide-toothed smile and Noah kissed him until he almost forgot about his uncle, about Splat jumping into the pit of ravenous monsters, about London on the brink of societal collapse, and their impending doom. Almost.
twenty-seven
Noah
Itwaseightthirty-fivein the morning, and Captain Murphy was uncharacteristically late for her weekly briefing. Noah, seated with the twenty lieutenants, couldn’t help glancing at his wristband every few seconds. When the door flung open, the soldiers leapt to their feet to salute her.
Murphy waved her arm as she burst through the door. “Stand down.” Hurrying to her chair at the end of the boardroom table, she tapped her tablet a few times to bring her presentation up onto the screen behind her.
“This briefing really will be brief this morning,” she began, taking a few seconds to smooth her hair back and regain her composure. “Firstly, Forrest, Newman and Roskilly, I need you to remain afterwards to review plans for a mission next week.”
Why couldn’t Murphy have waited until the end of the meeting to announce that? He couldn’t help but tune Murphy out to run through plausible scenarios that required the attention of the specified three lieutenants. Tobias caught his eye a few times, glowering at him from across the table, further distracting him. By the time Murphy reached the final item on her agenda—government proposals to station armed officers outside any business in the city that sold food, pooling personnel from every regiment—Noah was ready to burst from the suspense.
When the meeting ended, Tobias and Lowenna Roskilly came to sit on either side of Noah. Out of all the other squadron leaders, Lowenna was one of Noah’s favourites—Squad E always had been friendly with Squad K. But why, oh why, did he and Tobias have to land together in whatever fresh hell this was?
“We’re forming a platoon from your three squadrons,” said Murphy, in her usual abrupt manner. “This mission was originally assigned to the Black Rangers, but they’re… thin on the ground currently. The three of you will head out next Tuesday. Location is Red Ridge Farm.” An area map and several photographs filled the screen. Noah stared at the postcode, the letters and numbers confirming what he’d known deep down all along: this must be the mission Leonie Voigt—and his uncle—were waiting for.
“Initial aim is data collection. Our research team has been gathering evidence of unusual type activity for a while now.”
“What type of unusual activity, ma’am?” Tobias asked, sitting dead upright and looking serious, which irritated Noah. The jackass never ceased to be a suck-up.
Murphy tapped her fingernails on the table, swivelling slightly on her chair. Ignoring Tobias’s question, she said, “After collecting the evidence required, including the live capture of at least three typeBs, Command will give the order for you to exterminate any type within a kilometre’s radius.”
Lowenna’s jaw dropped open. “An entire klick?”
“Hence the platoon, Roskilly.” Murphy’s voice frosted over. “You’ll have plenty of manpower for the job. You’ll be well-supplied with ammunition—within reason—and will have five canine units with you. Your main challenge will be the route to the farm. The roads you will be required to use haven’t been driven on in quite some time. Our intelligence team are putting their heads together to decide the best route, but expect a fair amount of road blockages, and to camp out overnight.”
