Page 30 of Still Bruised
He sat in front of the tv, alone, and ate his steak and a salad he’d cobbled together. When he was done, he cleaned up the mess. The drone of the television was the only noise, but it wasn’t enough to fill the emptiness inside.
A crushing weight laid on his chest, making it harder to breath by the second. Fingering the scars inside his wrist, he felt the darkness calling.
He wouldn’t let it win again.
Jude grabbed his phone and texted Anton, needing a distraction.
Jude
Preseason game my place?
Anton was more of a basketball guy, but he needed company before his mind drifted to all the wrong places. He busied himself, cleaning the apartment as he peeked at the preshow and the game. An hour later and there was no response from Anton.
Jude grabbed his phone again to check but opened Grindr instead. Scanning the usual suspects, he scrolled past the hometown heroes he wasn’t interested in knowing any better before he eyed a guy he’d met up with a few times in the past.
Chris. A blond-haired, blue-eyed charmer with a tight body and killer smile. His dick wasn’t all that big, but the sex had been decent, and he hadn’t overstayed his welcome. He was from a couple of townships away, close enough for fun and far enough away that he didn’t have to worry about running into him around every corner.
On right now…
Less than a half hour later, he answered the door and welcomed Chris inside.
“I was hoping we might meet up again,” Chris said with a grin.
Jude wasn’t in the mood for small talk, so he leaned in and kissed the guy. “Why don’t you show me how excited you are to see me?”
“Can do,”Chris replied with that killer smile before racing up the stairs behind Jude.
Once in the bedroom, their clothes came off at a fever pace. Jude dropped to his knees and captured Chris’s cock between his lips while stroking his own hard cock. No prelude. No conversation. Just a quick, fast, hopefully hard fuck to wear him out and help him sleep.
Before his head got him into trouble.
The deafening silence of the apartment was finally broken by Chris’s breathy moans. Jude trembled at the sound of them, pulse quickening. He swallowed Chris to the back of his throat, needing to get him rock hard and ready. Chris sank his fingers into Jude’s hair, trying to slow him down. Jude brushed them away.
They’d go at his pace or none at all.
“Where’s the fire?” Chris asked between groans.
Jude let Chris’s cock pop from his lips. “It’s eleven ten on a Thursday night, and I’ve gotta be up for work at six. I don’t have time for slow. I just wanna get off and go to sleep. Do you have a problem with that?”
Chris eyed him. “No. Get up on the bed.”
Jude rose. “No,youget up on the bed.”
Chris narrowed his eyes. “Bossier than usual tonight, hmm?”
“Yeah, maybe I am,” Jude said, shoving Chris back toward the bed. The guy hadn’t seen just how bossy he could be, but he might that night.
Chris’s eyes twinkled with amusement. While he’d made a few off-the-cuff comments about Jude’s dominant streak, he kept coming back for more. It made him think the guy was into it. Considering his mood, they were going even farther.
The final harder push landed Chris on his backside. Chris crabwalked a little higher on the bed as Jude pulled out a container of BoyButter and a condom from his nightstand. He tossed the condom to Chris, who immediately drew it on without complaint. It was another reason he liked having the guy over.
Once he’d lubed himself up, he straddled Chris’s lap. Leaning forward, he kissed the guy while using the leftover on his hand to coat Chris’s cock behind him.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Chris said between kisses.
Jude aimed the head of Chris’s cock toward his hole and slowly sank down a few inches once the head popped past the thick band of nerves. Chris moaned, his head falling back as Jude rose and sank down a little farther. By the third stroke, he had Chris to the root. Pausing, he rubbed his hands over Chris’s chest.
“Ready?” Jude asked.
