Page 8 of Fiendish Ways

Nebraska gave a small nod.

That was all Cree needed. He dropped his head and swallowed Nebraska’s cock. “Oh, God. You’re way better at this than I am. I can’t do that.”

Cree didn’t acknowledge the ridiculous statement. He had way more practice, and that wasn’t a good thing. Cree didn’t know how to explain Nebraska’s innocence was way better than his debauchery. Nebraska had done something sweet for him because he wanted to and because he cared. Cree was good because he had to be. Not this time. This time, it was because he loved someone. His eyes burned at the thought. Nebraska ran his fingers through Cree’s hair and scratched his scalp, as if comforting him while he sucked Nebraska’s dick. That had him getting even more emotional. Cree was never in his feelings like this. Being on his knees for Nebraska was different. It was special.

Nebraska got into it, and Cree’s mind went quiet. His only focus was bringing Nebraska pleasure. He abused his throat. Cree put every ounce of his talent into licking and sucking. Nebraska was wild beneath him. Everything Nebraska did made him feel more desired than he ever had before. Nebraska made him want to be better. He bobbed faster, following the sounds Nebraska made. Nebraska kept stroking his hair and face. Everything about him was so loving. Cree wanted to give him the world.

Nebraska’s cries and moans got more desperate. Cree kept going. A final loud cry caressed his ears. Hot cum filled his mouth. Cree turned his head and spit. He couldn’t swallow, not even for Nebraska. Cree had too much PTSD. Too many times he had been purposely made to choke on someone’s cum he didn’t want. Still, he kind of hated himself in that moment. He wanted to be someone else. Then Nebraska stroked his face and brought his lips to his. The sweetest kiss he ever experienced rocked his soul. He felt worthy, and it sucker punched him harder than he expected.

Cree’s arms locked around Nebraska. He held on for dear life as their tongues stroked. This one was his. Archer was right. It was okay for him to have one thing. He would take it.

Chapter Five

For hours, they held each other in bed. Their toes played beneath the covers. Cree kept stroking Nebraska’s stomach, making him feel more treasured than he ever had. The moment felt perfect. Each time Cree’s lips found his, Nebraska thought he might cry. He had never known this much happiness.

Cree’s mouth covered his. This time, things weren’t as sweet. Nebraska’s body stirred. Cree shifted. His huge body found its way between Nebraska’s thighs. Nebraska’s body cradled his as they explored each other’s mouth. They were a quiet passion. Nebraska didn’t know how to explain that. He had just spent so much of his life in panicked turmoil. Cree felt peaceful even when he set Nebraska ablaze. Nebraska didn’t know where things were headed this time. Maybe Cree only wanted to hold him. Nebraska really wanted to get fucked, but he was too shy to say that. His earlier high was gone, so too was his bravery.

Cree shifted positions again. This time, he trapped Nebraska between his thighs and lowered his weight. When their bodies met, so did their erections. Nebraska gasped at the sensation. Cree’s hips rolled. The friction made him want to beg. Cree’s phone chirped. They froze.

“Fuck.” Cree moved away to grab his phone. Nebraska knew he couldn’t ignore it. It was his job to be at Archer’s beck and call. “Goddamn it. Archer needs me to handle something.”

Nebraska wanted to groan and beg him to stay. He equally wanted to know what Archer could possibly need handled at two in the morning. Nebraska knew better than to say any of that. He probably didn’t want to know.

“Okay. Be careful.”

Cree leaned in one more time and captured Nebraska’s lips. They clung for a second before Cree moved away to dress. Nebraska listened to him gathering his things in the dark. Even though his body still burned for Cree, it was strangely sweet the way Cree didn’t turn on the light to dress, as if he didn’t want to bother Nebraska.

“Get some sleep.”

“Okay.”

Cree stepped out and Nebraska caught sight of King in the hall. Voices rumbled through the door after Cree closed it, but Nebraska couldn’t make out what was said. He tried closing his eyes, willing himself to sleep. His mind raced too fast. Happiness kept him from relaxing. An hour into waiting for Cree’s return, Nebraska threw in the towel. He climbed from bed and found some pajama pants. King had sleeping pills. That guy had everything, including an obvious addiction. That bothered Nebraska a little. He genuinely liked King. Nebraska’s dad had been an addict. It was an ugly thing Nebraska wanted to leave behind. But King didn’t act like his father had and Nebraska knew from experience he couldn’t change anyone.

Nebraska padded across the hall. King’s light was on. Since he had left with Cree, Nebraska opened the door without knocking. He froze. So too did King, who had very much not left with Cree. King was shirtless. He had on fishnet stockings and a schoolgirl type plaid skirt that barely covered his ass.

Nebraska jumped inside the room and closed the door behind him before anyone else came along and saw. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. I thought you left with Cree, and I just wanted to grab a sleeping pill. You said I could anytime I needed.”

King looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Please don’t tell.”

Nebraska’s shoulders relaxed. “I would never do that, and damn, look at you. You look amazing.”

He really did. His thick, muscular thighs looked surprisingly sexy in fishnets.

A small smile touched King’s lips. He still looked uncomfortable. “You can grab whatever you need. You know where I keep everything.”

Instead of heading for King’s stash, Nebraska moved to the bed and sat. He was fascinated. “Do you do makeup too or just clothes?”

King didn’t answer. “We’re short-handed right now, so we’re doing most things alone rather than in pairs, like we used to do. That’s why I’m not with Cree.”

Nebraska stood. He could just forget this. That was obviously what King wanted. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to have secrets. If you ever decide you want to talk, though, I’m here. Judgment free. Just so you know.” Nebraska headed for King’s stash.

“I do the makeup too. But it’s already late and I can’t really go anywhere with Cree gone, so there’s no point. I just wanted… something tonight.”

Nebraska nodded. He decided to jump in with both feet since King opened the line of communication. “I’m here, and I’m not the least bit tired. If you want to do your makeup and model outfits, I’d love to watch.”

A bright smile lit King’s face. “Okay.”

Nebraska moved back to the bed and sat cross-legged. King got started. He chattered happily as he moved around the room. Nebraska couldn’t stop smiling. King had always made him feel welcome and accepted, while most everyone else had made him feel like a problem to be solved. Nebraska wanted to give back that same gift to King. Plus, he truly was interested in this side of King. He felt like someone’s friend. It had been a long time since he felt that way. Nebraska didn’t want the feeling to end.

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