Page 45 of Help Me Remember

“Oh, already regretting this. That is not a big target to hit,” he groaned but did as I said.

“On the count of three, alright?”

“You’re not going on three, are you?”

“Count of three, hear me?”

He closed his eyes. “Yeah, sure. Count of three.”

“Alright, one!” And I brought the ax down. It sliced clean through the chain and hit the stone floor, causing the blade to spark. Eric let out a yelp of surprise as all the tension he’d been putting into the pull sent him rolling unexpectedly onto his front with a grunt.

“M’kay, I totally expected you wouldn’t go on three, but I wasn’t expecting you to do it on one,” Eric said in a shaky voice. “I’m not sure whether to hit you or give you credit.”

“Make up your mind about that while we get out of here,” I said, tossing the ax atop the fallen cardboard boxes.

“Where are we going? And how are we getting out of here? I doubt they’ll listen to us when we tell them the truth,” Eric said, trying to push himself up.

I reached down and helped pull him to his feet. I grimaced when I realized I’d done it harder than I meant and quickly steadied him. Being more careful, I turned his head to look at the wound under the overhead light. “It’s…just a little thing. You should be alright. Just, you know, tell me if you feel any dizziness.”

“Or confusion, nausea, or start having a hard time thinking in general,” Eric finished, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I know.”

“Yeah,” I said softly, letting go of his head and letting him step away. He didn’t move right away, standing so our bodies were still pressed together, his hands on my sides. Once again, I found myself more distracted than I would have preferred considering the circumstances, but I didn’t push him away.

“Eric,” I said softly, feeling his body tensing against mine, coiled and ready to spring. It was supposed to be a warning, but I could feel how warm he was, the soft smell of the soap he’d showered with, and the overwhelming relief that he was alright.

He tilted his head up and, unable to stop myself, I tilted mine down. Our lips met with slow, tentative fumbling, and then Eric reached up to grip the back of my head and pull me closer. That was all it took for the hesitancy and slowness to break down, and I grabbed him by his hip to pull his body flush against mine.

Eric gave a little gasp and then ground himself against my leg. I shivered at the feel of his surprisingly hard dick, a thrill of anticipation rushing through me. As our lips parted, I pushed him until his back hit a solid object. I had him pinned, and Eric groaned against me, reaching down to cup my groin.

I felt his fingers fumble with the button and then the zipper of my jeans. Parting my lips in a last bid to remind him that this wasn’t the time or place, I felt his fingers slip into my pants. Sucking in a sharp breath, I felt his explorative, bold fingers slide down the length of my shaft as it strained against my underwear.

Reason and logic took a back seat as I determined that I wasn’t to be outdone, and I quickly returned the favor. By the time I managed to undo his pants, he had already fished my cock out and was gripping the base, slowly stroking me. Retrieving him from his own pants, I marveled at how warm his cock was, how smooth it felt to run my fingers across the skin, and at the low whimper Eric gave.

Our hands moved in unison until I pushed my hips forward, shoving my length up against his, and smacked his hand away so I could wrap my fingers around both of us. Never was I more thankful that our height difference wasn’t too terrible as I thrust up against him, my cock rubbing against his in the grip of my fingers.

“Fuck,” Eric breathed against my lips, nipping at my bottom lip with just enough force to get my attention.

“Another time,” I growled and wasn’t at all ashamed to admit I relished the plaintive whine he gave.

I could feel him stiffen, the throb of his shaft against mine and my fingers. I couldn’t look down to see, but I could feel the way he leaked between us, making our rutting slicker and easier. His breathing became sharp, and I could feel my own excitement rising.

With a hard shudder, he pushed his hips forward and groaned against my lips as he came. Warmth pooled between our cocks as he spilled over, coating both of us with each pulse.

Mindful of how sensitive he was going to be and driven to the edge by the reality that he had just come all over my dick, I released him. With a low growl, I kissed him harder and fisted my cock, using his release as lube as I pumped hard. The sheer reality of what we were doing in the basement of a police station while in danger, meant my cock, covered in his load, didn’t take long to erupt.

I came hard, pushing myself against him once more and groaning as I felt another wave of warmth cover us, this time mostly on his stomach and groin. Eric shivered against me as I gave small thrusts with each spurt, holding my breath as pleasure washed over me. When my orgasm finally released its hold on me, I was left heaving for air, staring into Eric’s eyes.

“Probably not the smartest thing we could have done,” I told him, looking down at the mess we’d made of each other.

“Definitely not,” Eric said with a small smile. “Hot as hell, though.”

“God, yes”

“And I don’t regret it.”

“Neither do I.”

He smiled, reaching up to pat my chest. “You and I probably need to talk as soon as we’re not fleeing from assholes trying to shoot us or club us over the head.”

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