Page 59 of Tribute
He was so fucking done with him. If it meant the end of his military career, then that was okay too. He wanted to retire and do something else, anything that didn’t involve blood, sweat, and come—unless it was his own or offered to him willingly.
“Kai Mexr?”
He looked up and found Price staring at him. “What?”
“My cock.”
“What about it?”
“Did he . . .” Price swallowed convulsively. “Is it okay?”
“Palk fucking wrote his name in your blood with that knife of his and you’re only worried about your dick?” He gently wrapped a hand around Price’s still-hard shaft. “Whatever he did was superficial. You’re healing perfectly well.”
“That’s good.”
The painkillers within the spray were obviously helping him relax. Kai waited, his thumb rubbing along the now healed underside of Price’s cock. His trainee closed his eyes, and Kai carried on stroking him as he watched the healing process taking place.
“Is there an antidote for what Palk gave me?”
“To stop you being hard? I doubt it. Palk would keep his playthings erect all the time if he could.” He inspected Price’s dick. “Perhaps he’s actually found a way to do it.”
Price pushed against his hand. He sounded sleepy and way too relaxed to care about what he was saying. “I don’t want him to see me like this tomorrow. Can you . . . can you make it stop?”
“Why would I do that? Remember, I like you hard too.” Even though he said the words, he had no intention of relinquishing his grip on Price’s cock. If he could bring him off, he’d fucking do it just to spite Palk.
“You’re a complete bastard, Kai Mexr, but you’re not Palk.” Price hesitated. “I trust you not to kill me.”
Kai stopped moving his fingers. “Don’t trust me. I’ll do everything I can to prepare you for what is to come, but I can’t stop it happening or save you.”
“I worked that out for myself. Whatever you’re training me for is something outside most people’s experience, isn’t it?” Price whispered. “Something that will take a hell of a strange skill set to survive.”
Kai resumed his stroking, relieved to see that blood was flowing normally through Price’s cock and that he was already wet at the tip.
“Help me.” Aled murmured as he watched Kai Mexr through half-closed eyes. “Make me come.”
Kai hesitated, his gaze on his working fingers, and Aled held his breath. He seemed to be floating in some alternate universe where his trainer was the good guy and Palk . . . He didn’t want to think about Palk and his darting, relentless knife. He wantedKai to keep stroking him though, wanted him to erase his too-fresh memories.
“Please. You told me I’d beg one day. I’m doing it now.” With a great effort he brought his hand up and placed it on Kai’s muscled thigh.
“You’re not one hundred percent healed, Price.”
“Please.” He lifted his hips, pushing his cock against Kai’s fingers, aware that he was wet and so thankful his cock was functioning normally that he didn’t care how his actions were interpreted by the silent man in front of him.
Kai sighed, and then, to Aled’s amazement, he bent his head and took Aled’s cock in his mouth, sucking lightly on the first few inches while his hand worked the rest.
“Ah . . .” Aled breathed out as the sensations intensified and his cock was swallowed deeper and deeper, until he had to move with the motion of Kai’s mouth unless he wanted his shaft to slip free and he couldn’t have that . . . he needed . . . He forgot about time and just let himself enjoy. Kai slipped his other hand under Aled’s ass, tipping him farther forward, and sucked harder. The slick, wet sounds of Kai’s mouth on him and his moans of approval were the only noises apart from the creaking of the bed.
“I want . . . your cock,” he managed to gasp.
Kai didn’t respond, his mouth being otherwise engaged. But Aled felt a single finger press into his ass and start stroking him there. And then there was nothing but a blaze of intense pleasure that seemed to go on forever and left him yowling like a mated beast and clutching at Kai’s scalp.
Eventually, Kai rose from the bed and went into the small bathroom, where Aled heard him washing. When he came back, he brought a wet cloth and cleaned Aled off as well.
Aled put his hand over Kai’s. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Kai looked down at their joined hands, his expression harsh. “I need you in prime working order for stage two.”
Aled struggled to sit up. Whatever had bonded them together was now broken, and Kai had decided to return to his old self. He studied the indifferent gaze of his trainer and wondered if he’d imagined the whole thing. That Kai had responded to him on a different level . . . had cared for him and?—
