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“They could hurt him, but I don’t know what else to do,” Chris admitted. The idea of letting a fleet, or school, group, whatever—of letting a bunch of spirits enter Rich’s body in WAIT UNTIL DAWN
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order to chase away the evil two was like something he’d see on the SyFy channel. And Rich would be susceptible to such attacks again until Mom could get here to weave a protection spell Chris had no hopes of doing on his own.
“I don’t either, but we can not do it if you think we shouldn’t.” Severo—unknowingly, Chris hoped—had just put the weight of the decision on him.
Rich’s life may very well be in his hands, and he doubted whether he deserved to hold such a precious gift. But somebody has to. He remembered Rich’s desolation, Rich telling him he’d wanted, even tried, to kill himself. This was a risk Chris didn’t want to take, but he knew Rich would insist. Anything to get McAlister out of his head.
“I’m terrified of saying this,” Chris admitted as they placed Rich on the bed. The back of Rich’s head and his shoulders touched the bed, as did the heels of his feet. Spasms rippled through his muscles, twitching under his skin. “Rich wants them gone, enough that he tried to kill himself. He can’t live this way, doesn’t want to. Tell Conner to do his best, and keep my man safe.” Eyes burning as his heart felt like it was twisting in two, Chris eased onto the bed and took one of Rich’s cold hands in his own. “Can someone find the crystals? Maybe after…maybe they’ll help.”
“I’ll get them,” Carlin offered, already sprinting out the door.
“What happens now?”
Chris looked at Matt, wishing he had another answer. “We wait.”
* * * *
The sounds in Rich’s head were indescribable. A tornado and an atomic bomb, maybe.
He wasn’t sure. There were howls and screeches tossed in, and a pressure pushing against his skull so that he expected his brain to burst and splatter the walls any second now. Pain filled him, overwhelming, worse than when he’d been tied to the bed and carved up by McAlister. After a while, after so much blood loss and so much shock, he’d quit feeling the cuts inflicted on him. It had pissed McAlister off to no end.
This pain, though, was like that entire experience magnified. Every nerve in his body screamed, his heart pounded frantically, too hard, too fast. His lungs were, oddly enough, pumping oxygen throughout his body at a steady rate. That couldn’t be good—surely his lungs should speed up or his heart slow down. Rich wished he’d been able to pull the WAIT UNTIL DAWN
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trigger, even if it meant never meeting Chris. He’d rather have spared the man this, seeing his lover’s body twisted and nothing more than a place for two spirits to try to destroy one another. Rich was just a a convenient spot to them, a living well they could draw on to stalk each other. And he’d never have put Chris through what happened in his bed, wouldn’t have had him pinned down while the life was choked out of him.
A fiery bolt of agony tracked up his spine, and Rich screamed, whether aloud or only in the confines of his mind, he had no idea. The pain slammed into the base of his skull and his body, strung tight, jerked and convulsed. Rich knew because he could see it just as he had before.
No, no no no no! Chris! Rich didn’t care about the still lifeless body on the bed as he hovered above it. All he cared about was the man holding his hand, cupping his cheek, laying kisses over his lips and unseeing eyes. What had he done?
Sounds burst free around him, Laine, Severo, Matt and Carlin, all reaching for him even as Chris straddled his hips and placed his hands, one on top of the other, over Rich’s heart.
It won’t work, I’ve lost them all. How many shocks had it taken for them to bring him back at the hospital? Rich had watched his body jolt and spasm as the paddles were used again and again. There was nothing here now but hands and mouths and desperation.
“And love.” A lively—for a dead person or living—chuckle from a mischievous blond with a distinctive twinkle in his eyes followed those words.
Rich spun around, floating higher up, which only panicked him more. He didn’t want to leave, not now, not when he only just realised what he’d be leaving behind. “Help me, I don’t…I don’t want to die, not yet.”
The blond—Conner?—was joined by two other spirits, an elderly woman wearing too little in Rich’s opinion, and a middle-aged woman whose smile and scent calmed the fear storming through Rich.
“You won’t, not yet. We just had to get you out before we wiped those assholes off the map.”
“Conner! Watch your language!”
Rich snickered considering the scolding came from a woman old enough to be his grandma and she was wearing a frothy negligee more appropriate for someone a third her age. Then again, who was he to judge? He gave her a thumbs-up while Conner apologised profusely to her.
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“Looking good, Mrs Hawkins. Thank you for helping Matt.” Amazing the things he learned when he was dead. The lingerie wearing woman had been the only person Matt had felt comfortable enough with to discuss his sexuality, and his crappy treatment by Rich.
“I knew why you did it, once I was here and watching you. Not the kindest way, but you were out of it and terrified, so it’s understandable. And yes, I do look good!” Rich looked at the third spirit, the quietest of the three. She smiled and floated to him, pressing a kiss he actually felt to his cheek.
“Tell my son and his husband, as that’s what they should be if this world were a kinder place, that I love them both, and please, tell Zeke and Laine both that they must let their guilt over Eva’s behaviour go. She made her choices. They didn’t make them for her.” God, he hoped he remembered all this, and he really hoped he’d get the chance to pass on the messages. He glanced at Conner. “Anything you want to add?” Conner’s grin was past impish and straight into devilish. “I get my point across, although… Tell your boyfriend I really enjoyed the show. You two were pretty damn hot, and that piercing—”
Rich missed the rest of the message as his being seemed to be turned inside out, everything spinning and pulsing as darkness pulled him down.
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Epilogue
Chris sucked one of Rich’s nipples until it was a stiff ruby peak. Rich whimpered when he scraped his teeth over the bud while his fingers plucked the other.
“Chris, come on, please fuck me! It’s mean to torment me like this after making me wait for days!”
Chris grinned around the tit between his lips, giving it a good tug before letting it go.
His amusement faded when he thought of how close he’d come to losing this man. “You were dead, dead, for several minutes! Don’t tell me it doesn’t take several days to recover from that!”
Rich nodded. “Yeah, I felt like shit until today. Now I feel like a horny guy whose fixing to become a horny bitchy guy if you don’t get that dick in me soon! Preferably before your mother gets here, but hey, if she shows up during and hears all the noise, I don’t care at this point.”
As close as Chris was to his mom, that was a line he didn’t care to cross. “Hand me the lube.”
Rich’s victorious whoop warmed Chris all the way to his toes. He caught the bottle Rich tossed to him and quickly opened it, pouring it over Rich’s balls, then lifting them to pour more down Rich’s crease. Rich had assured him the scar running from right beside his anus to the divot of his butt cheek wasn’t going to be a problem, and Chris could see the scar didn’t reach the tight hole, but still. He wasn’t a small man anywhere, and he didn’t want to hurt Rich, who hadn’t been fucked since before he’d got that scar, so how could either of them know if it’d be a problem? Definitely going in slow and easy.
Something smacked him in the chest then plopped onto Rich’s thick nest of curls.
“Pushy much?” Chris teased as he picked up the condom package, already conveniently torn open.
“I prefer eager, which should flatter you and inflame your ego and all that shit.” Rich nudged his ass against Chris’s fingers. “You haven’t seen pushy yet, but it’s coming if you don’t hurry up!”
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hadn’t had a condom break on him yet, but there was always a chance. Another reason to be extra cautious, although he knew they were both clean. Swapping body fluids wasn’t something to be done lightly, and definitely not without a long-term commitment. Chris coated his shaft liberally, wanting to be ready as soon as Rich was stretched.
Moving up on the bed, Chris sealed his mouth to Rich’s, pushing his tongue into his lover’s mouth as he pushed his finger into his hole. Rich moaned as his ass clenched Chris’s finger. Damn, if it’s that tight a fit for my finger… He was going to go mad before he had Rich ready to fuck.
Chris licked and nibbled at Rich’s lips as he slowly finger-fucked him. Rich’s hissed demands for more were ignored, his ass was still too tight, but Chris did decide to help him relax. He laved a trail down Rich’s sternum, then proceeded to suck and bite his way to the leaking cock he ached to taste again.
“Yes, suck it,” Rich ordered, his hands already pressing against the back of Chris’s head. Yeah, he liked his bossy bottom, bossy top, didn’t matter, he just plain and simply liked Rich, a lot. Chris swirled his tongue around the crown, rolling the ball of his piercing under the rim, teasing at the sensitive underside. Rich bucked beneath him when Chris pressed the ball into his slit, and Chris began to insert a second finger into his lover.
Rich spread his legs wider, offering himself to Chris. He moved carefully into the space, not wanting to dislodge his fingers or the fat cock in his mouth. Rich undulated, the move sucking Chris’s digits deep into his lover’s ass. He tapped Rich’s gland and received a cry of pleasure and a hard thrust that sent Rich’s cockhead into his throat. Chris hummed around the veined length, pressing his tongue flat, getting a good rub of metal against dick. He swallowed, wishing he could see Rich’s expression when he made such arousing noises.
Chris raised his head, keeping the suction tight as he worked the glans. Rich grunted and shoved his head back down. That was such a turn on, Chris could hardly stand it. He began sucking and finger-fucking Rich, no more teasing, although he kept his digits to small movements, no twisting, no hard shoves. Rich’s cock, however, could take it all. Chris enveloped the entire length in his mouth, swallowing rapidly, knowing the quick squeeze-release would push Rich close to climax. Rich’s guttural shout proved him right, as did the tangy jet of cum that hit the back of Chris’s throat. Chris pulled back enough to grip the base of Rich’s cock while he slipped a third finger in Rich’s hole, then Chris let Rich fuck his mouth, pumping into him in short hard jerks.
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A few strokes over Rich’s gland had his dick firming up again quickly. Chris placed a kiss on Rich’s crown then rolled Rich onto his side. “Oh yeah, love this,” Rich murmured, his speech slurred in the way it was after an orgasm wrecked you.
“Me too,” Chris admitted as he gently lifted Rich’s top leg, hooking the back of Rich’s knee with his elbow. Chris straddled Rich’s other leg and slid his fingers along Rich’s crease.
When he reached the stretched opening, Chris spread Rich’s cheeks, inspecting the scar there.
Before Rich could chastise him—or bitch, which tickled Chris every time—Chris lined up his dick and slowly began entering Rich’s ass.
Rich swore and scrabbled for a hold on the sheets as he tried to arch into the penetration but Chris hitched Rich’s leg just a little higher, taking what leverage Rich had.
“My way, honey,” Chris reminded his lover. That had been the only way he’d agreed to this in the first place since he wasn’t as certain about it as Rich was.
“Your way is gonna get us busted by your mom,” Rich threatened. He sounded so sure of it Chris’s hips jerked before he could stop himself. Since Rich’s third death, Chris toyed with the idea the man had developed some sort of prescience. There was nothing concrete, just Chris’s suspicions. It didn’t seem that someone could go through all the things Rich had and not be changed by it. Or maybe I’m just desperate to have him. Chris slid his dick into Rich’s ass with a steady glide. He held perfectly still with his balls resting against Rich’s butt cheek as those inner muscles caressed his shaft with heat.
“Jeeeee,” Rich gasped, squirming down, “Ssuuss! Move!”
“Gladly,” Chris grunted, withdrawing until his cockhead tugged at Rich’s rim. Chris watched the way his dick stretched Rich’s hole. He traced a finger around the skin pulled tight around his girth. The scar didn’t look irritated. And Rich was cursing, demanding he move. Chris thrust in, his balls slapping against taut flesh. Rich arched, his spine sinking in to divide his back. “Fuck, honey, I can’t—” He bit his lip and withdrew his cock before quickly surging forward into the tight, tugging heat.
“That’s it, fuck me, come on, Chris, do it,” Rich rasped.
Chris couldn’t do anything but obey his lover and the demands of his own body. He had to trust his lover to tell him if his strokes were too much. Chris gave up trying to retain any semblance of control. His ass flexed and clenched as he filled Rich’s channel over and over. Rich moaned and grabbed his dick, stripping it with rapid jerks as Chris fucked into him harder, hitting the spot guaranteed to make Rich come.
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“Rich, Rich.” Chris couldn’t get anything else past his throat, as if only his lover’s name were allowed to pass. He gripped Rich’s hip, pulling him back with each thrust. Rich’s hand was a blur as he brought himself off, his scream loud enough that Laine and Severo would have been banging on their door were they here. Chris’s yell quickly followed as the scent of Rich’s cum, the sight of it spraying onto his chest, sent Chris spiraling into orgasm. He slammed his hips hard for the last thrust, stilling as his cock was held snug in Rich’s body.
His thighs shook and his stomach quivered as burst after burst of spunk shot from his dick.
“Rich,” Chris whispered, his gaze locking with Rich’s sex-dazed one. His lover looked satiated and well-fucked, which was exactly how Chris felt.
Despite the desire to collapse and sleep for hours, Chris carefully pulled free of Rich’s body. Rich grumbled and tried to twist away as Chris spread his cheeks.
“Stop it. It’s not just the scar I want to see.”
“What?” Rich propped himself up on one elbow but quite fighting him. “You want to see how fucked I am?”
“Of course, makes me horny.” He pushed at Rich’s hip until he flopped onto his belly.
“Well, if it’ll get that big dick back in me soon, have at it.” Chris figured he had to have the smuggest grin in the world just then. He had the sexiest man in the world in bed with him, and they were beginning a journey that would, hopefully, last a lifetime—or longer.
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