Page 38 of Calculated Chaos

“Holl,” he whispers against my lips before taking his kiss to my jaw and neck, both of us madly rutting into each other, hard cocks knocking together through our clothes.

I reach under his shirt, my breath hitching as I meet the hot skin and taut muscles of his back. Axel bites my neck, reaching down to hook his arm under my knee. The move brings us even closer together, my orgasm building quickly.

I find his mouth again, moaning as our tongues tangle. Axel tastes like tequila and the mint gum we chewed on the way home, but there’s something else, something so familiar and safe that it sends another wave of need through me.

“Want you to come for me, Holl,” Axel whispers, before attacking my mouth again.

I claw at his shoulders, rubbing against him like an animal in heat, desperate for whatever this is that’s happening between us. With my eyes closed, I imagine what this would feel like if we were naked. How it would feel if I touched him, tasted him, or if he entered me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as rivers of precum stream from my cock.

“That’s it,” Axel whispers. “Come for me. I’ve got you.”

When it hits, his name is a shout on my lips, and he swallows it, grinding his cock into mine as I ride out the strongest orgasm I’ve had in recent memory. Shaking now, I don’t fight the tears streaming down my cheeks, and I sink into the cushions, holding Axel to me.

“Good boy,” Axel whispers, dotting my face with soft kisses. “Good, sweet boy. You did so well for me.”

“Ax…”

“Shhh. We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

I nod, twisting my fingers in his hair and hunting for his mouth again. The kiss is softer now, sweeter, slower. My eyes grow too heavy to open, and I give in to the sleep dragging me under. We’ll figure it out.

We always do.

Chapter Seventeen

AXEL

After passing out myself for a couple of hours, I feel clear-headed again and regretful that I didn’t take care of him immediately after he came. That wasn’t very Dom of me, but I’ll fix it now.

I lift Hollister from the couch and carry him down the hall, pausing between our bedrooms and then choosing mine. After what happened, there’s no way I’m letting him wake up alone.

I lay him down on the bed but struggle with what to do next. I need to get him out of his clothes, but I don’t want to be a creep about it. Sure, I’ve seen him naked before, but not like this. Not after what we did.

Hollister murmurs, his eyelids fluttering for a second, and then he laughs, tugging on the button of his jeans.

“Can I help you, Holl?” I ask.

He nods. “So hot.”

“I’m gonna undress you and clean you up a bit, okay?”

“Mm’kay. Naked,” he says, snickering.

“You want your pajamas?”

“Naked,” he repeats, patting my cheek before closing his eyes again.

Now that I’ve got his permission, I carefully strip his clothes off, being extra gentle with his cum-soaked briefs. Once he’s naked, I try to avert my eyes, but Hollister pats my chest.

“You too.”

“Me too what, Holl?”

“Naked.” He chuckles again.

“Holl. Can you look at me?”

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