Page 35 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Chapter Nine
Fazil woke to sunlight slipping past a curtain and shining on his face. The curtains weren’t his, nor were they the hotel’s. This room contained personal things that didn’t belong to him but felt so familiar.
His body ached all over, but in that delightful way after a night spent being fucked into oblivion. Too bad his head and heart felt like he’d been scraped over a cheese grater.
He was in Todd’s room. In his bed. The memories came back in a rush. What he’d learned about himself. The shit he’d done. If he could scoop the sheer horror of his past from his soul with a melon baller, he would have. A lovely little garnish for some fancy dinner party: the horrible sins of Fazil Kurt, who abandoned his best friend and his first love. Cheated on him, then ran away. The consummate and complete asshole.
He buried his face into a pillow that smelled of Todd. He’d wanted to go to Stanford more than any other school, but he could have stayed in touch. Should have. Or tried talking rather than vanishing. He groaned into the pillow.
That’s probably what woke Todd, or maybe he’d been awake before that. Fazil felt a warm caress against his back. “Hey.”
Couldn’t put this off, so he rolled onto his side. Even mussed with sleep, Todd glowed. His eyes, the tousled hair, the scruff, everything. “Hi.”
A sleepy smile. Todd brushed his fingers over Fazil’s jaw. “How do you feel?”
“Okay? I guess?”
The smile faded. “You guess?” Todd shifted closer and motioned for Fazil to come nearer.
He did. More than anything right now, he wanted to be held. The day wanted to shred, like tattered threads. If he moved too fast, he might rip open the fabric of the universe. “Last night—it was...” He couldn’t wrap his brain around it.
Todd pulled him close and kissed his forehead.
So much had been good. The joy of kissing Todd, the way he’d made Fazil’s body sing with need. He hadn’t managed to come twice that quickly in some time, though he’d certainly tried without much success.
The delicious depravity of finger-fucking his ass while Todd watched—they’d both been pretty shy about anal as teens, not even venturing close to it. He’d liked Todd watching. So had Todd. The sex had been glorious and hard, exactly the way he enjoyed it, especially when guilt gnawed at his head.
Now he knew he’d torn Todd apart all those years ago. Part of the heat and fierceness of that sex had been anger and pain and too many years stretched thin.
Fazil’s fault. All of it.
His best night was wrapped around one of his worst. Fazil pressed lips against Todd’s chest. “I don’t know how to make up for what I did.”
“You don’t have to.” Todd brushed the hair from Fazil’s eyes. “Or rather, you did already.”
“Huh.” He found Todd’s hip, and let his hand rest on his warm flesh. “Does that mean I have to make you that angry if I want you to fuck me like that again?” Tears ached at the back of his throat. “Because I really don’t want...” His voice cracked.
Todd kissed him, and that kept the moisture in Fazil’s eyes. “I’ll fuck you like that any time you want.”
“Good. I’m gonna want that again.”
Todd chuckled and rolled them both over so that he lay on top of Fazil, and given the thickness of his dick against Fazil’s thigh, Fazil wasn’t the only one with morning wood.
“I thought you said you were a switch? Or at least implied?”
“Depends on the guy. With women, it’s almost a given that I’m going to be fucking them.”
“Almost?” Todd’s grin was lecherous, and Fazil coughed a laugh.
“Yeah. Well, I do like being fucked in the ass.”
Todd shifted, then rocked into Fazil, their cocks sliding against each other. “Hadn’t noticed.”
Damn, that felt good. He moaned. They’d gotten each other off so many times like this.
“And you like toys?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Hard to think with Todd grinding down on him. Fazil bucked in rhythm with Todd.
