Page 9 of Fiendish Ways

Cree resented every second of having to take care of business in the middle of the night. By the time he made it back home, he felt growly, and he wanted to get back in bed with Nebraska. He hadn’t stopped thinking about leaving his baby behind, warm and hard. Goddamn. He was already addicted.

Unfortunately, as he opened the bedroom door, the room was already lit with the morning light and Nebraska wasn’t in bed. Cree checked the bathroom. He wasn’t there. Cree had come through the kitchen as he came inside the house, so he knew Nebraska wasn’t there. He stepped back into the hall. King’s bedroom door opened, and Nebraska stepped out. He was only wearing pajama pants and looked every bit as surprised to see Cree as Cree was to see him coming out of King’s room.

Nebraska’s face lit, as if a light switch had been thrown inside him. “Hey. I didn’t know you were home.” He held up a pill bottle. “I gave up on sleeping to beg King for some sleeping pills. Until tonight, I hadn’t realized how much I can’t sleep when you’re not here.”

The pressure in Cree’s chest eased. He didn’t honestly think he had a reason to be jealous, but he was. Maybe King’s presence outside earlier had been more about watching Nebraska than he realized. Cree was ridiculously obsessed with Nebraska. It made sense someone else could be too. “You don’t need those. I’m here now.” Cree closed the distance between them and plucked Nebraska off his feet. He tossed Nebraska over his shoulder and headed for bed. The moment they were shut away inside their bedroom, Cree tossed Nebraska on the bed. He followed him down. Nebraska tugged at Cree’s clothes. Their kiss only broke each time an article of clothing disappeared. Before long, Cree had Nebraska back where he wanted him: pinned beneath him with their dicks rubbing against each other. He recognized his kiss was rougher than he wanted. Possessiveness drove him. He felt like he needed to mark his territory.

Cree reached between their bodies and grabbed their cocks. He held them together as he pumped. Nebraska moaned and fought for air beneath him. Cree didn’t let up. He needed Nebraska to know where he belonged. To whom he belonged. Nebraska’s short nails dug into Cree’s shoulders. He couldn’t tell if Nebraska meant to pull him closer or push him away.

That knowledge was like ice water in the face. He froze. His gaze found Nebraska’s. Panic seized his chest. Sometimes, he scared himself. How could he expect Nebraska to not be afraid? He didn’t deserve him.

“Don’t stop.”

Nebraska’s breathless whisper broke through the terror that seized him. His muscles relaxed. His mouth found Nebraska’s. This time, he moved slower. Their encounter turned to lovemaking. He cherished Nebraska. When Nebraska blew beneath him, something melted inside Cree. He couldn’t stop kissing Nebraska, even as an intense orgasm hit, leveling him. Cree moaned around Nebraska’s tongue as he pumped out every drop of cum. He would try harder to be better. That was what Nebraska deserved.

Chapter Six

Nebraska spent his nights beneath Cree, begging for release. Each time Cree left him behind to work, he spent his free time with King. Nebraska enjoyed their time together. He honestly thought of King as his best friend. After two months of talking to King about everything under the sun, and Cree still not initiating penetrative sex, Nebraska fought the urge to ask King’s opinion. In theory, he knew he should be able to talk to Cree. But Nebraska had become a bit self-conscious about it since he was used to coming up short. He couldn’t understand why Cree wasn’t interested. Unless he just wasn’t interested in sex with Nebraska. He felt very naïve and completely inadequate. Nebraska thought about it more than might be healthy.

Nebraska chewed the side of his nail while he watched King do his makeup. King would go out tonight and Nebraska was still trapped with his spiraling thoughts. He wanted to be wanted. Despite the nightly orgasms, Nebraska wasn’t sure what was real.

“Can I talk to you about something uncomfortably personal?”

King met his stare in the mirror. A smile lit his face. “Since you know all my deepest darkest, it’s probably fair.”

Nebraska took a breath and then lost his courage. “What do you do at this club?”

King shrugged. “I like to watch.” He met Nebraska’s gaze again. “You understand?”

Nebraska nodded. King had watched him with Cree. He got it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure what it said about him that he had enjoyed it too. Maybe that was why Cree didn’t want more.

“Now, do you want to tell me what you really wanted to talk about? You know way too much about me to be embarrassed.”

“Do you have any idea why Cree doesn’t want sex with me?” The question burst from Nebraska, sounding as desperate as he felt.

King turned in his chair. “The moans coming from your rooms would say otherwise.”

Nebraska blushed hot. “I mean, like he doesn’t…” Nebraska couldn’t say the words.

King’s eyebrows rose. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me the whole of it.”

Damn. Nebraska couldn’t stop blushing. “I mean, um. This is torture. He doesn’t… like there’s no penetration.” Nebraska wanted to die. He had never been more embarrassed.

“Oh.” King stood and moved to sit on the bed with Nebraska. “Penetration doesn’t equal sex. Sex looks different for everyone. But there might be a lot of different reasons and all I can do is speculate. Some people don’t like that. Others find it downright gross. Cree may be scared to hurt you. My guess is, though, it’s likely the way we were raised.”

After King’s speech, Nebraska’s embarrassment vanished. It was replaced with curiosity. “What do you mean?”

For a moment, King watched him with a blank stare. Finally, he shook his head slightly, as if breaking a trance. “Has Cree never talked to you about how we were raised?”

Nebraska shrugged. “He’s made a few offhand comments that lead me to believe his past isn’t happy, so I don’t ask. It’s not like I want to talk about my past either.”

King nodded. “I understand, but if you want to understand Cree, you should know.”

“Okay.”

King’s chest expanded as he took a deep breath. “Years ago, there used to be this group of men who bought kids from orphanages around the country.”

“Bought?”

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