Shadowman (Alabaster Penitentiary Book 5), page 35
“No, it’s bonkers that you’ve now wound up with two flatmates who suffer from trauma-related night terrors.”
My brows zip. “What?”
“Yea,” he chuckles. “I have night terrors myself. They’re not always that… aggressive. Sometimes, I find myself seeking comfort…” He pauses to bite his lip, face taking on some vulnerability. “Other times, it’s a bit scarier.”
Wait… is that why he keeps coming into my bed at night?
Why I keep waking up with him… next to me?
The curiosity is back, only this time it’s paired with empathy. “Is it because of… something from your past?”
He breathes out, “It would certainly appear so.”
I know I said I didn’t need anything from him in return for my sharing, but I do kind of want it. I’m extremely intrigued by him, and I want to know more.
“I’m… rather fucked up.” He swallows visibly.
Before I can ask him if he wants to tell me about it, he vanishes, pulling himself back up to his bunk. Shutting it down.
Whatever he’s been through must’ve been painful…
Something he doesn’t want getting out.
We stop talking for a while after that, until the lights go off in the row. I know he’s not asleep, though, because I can still feel him moving around up there.
Eventually, I curl up and close my eyes, attempting to get some rest. But his smooth, raspy voice, with that accent I’m beginning to rely on for comfort, comes back. And he speaks into the dark…
“Deep inside. Locked up tight… Far beyond the realm of fright.
Past the past, and dark of night… Farther down than seeker’s sight,
Is housed a perilous plight, yearning calls, surrenders fight.
It isn’t wrong, but not quite right,
For pleasure’s pain, and pain’s delight.”
Too hot.
I’m too… hot.
It’s stifling, the dense heat surrounding me. I don’t understand it… It’s never hot in here. Freezing cold is the permanent temperature in this prison.
Shifting, I try to move; kick the blanket off. But it doesn’t work. I’m being pinned down by something…
A body.
Awareness takes over, and my eyes shoot open, blinking again and again to adjust. I have one arm, but the other is tucked underneath something… Or should I say someone.
Sighing, I rub my eyes with my free hand. “Dammit, Trevel…”
He’s in my bed again. Lying on top of me, drooling on my chest.
Attempting to pry myself out from under him is difficult. He’s like deadweight right now. This must be part of his night terrors… Very different from O’Malley’s.
O’Malley never climbed into my bed to cuddle, that’s for damn sure.
Looking him over, I brush my fingers through his jet-black hair, slicked with sweat at the temples. Apparently, our bodies being pressed together is what’s creating this inferno right now. It brings my attention to his skin, soft and flushed, dewy where we’re connected.
We’re in only our underwear, which is how we both tend to sleep. I prefer being shirtless as often as I can, but at night, I usually slip out of my pants and just rock the boxer briefs. I guess Trevel does the same, except that his underwear is definitely more… brief than boxer. And not that I want to think about it right now, but I’m sort of amazed those skimpy things can contain him. His dick is… not small by any stretch of the imagination.
A shift of his body brings an involuntary hum from within my chest, along with a sheet of tingles across my exposed flesh. He’s curled around me like a vine, and what’s worse, our crotches are sort of mashed together. Even the slightest movement demonstrates how up close and personal our dicks are getting.
Fuck me…
I’ve been trying really hard to push past my obvious attraction to him and just be friends, because it’s what I thought would make the most sense. But I can’t deny that I’m drawn, like a moth to the flame of his striking beauty, severe features and long, limber body. I’m attracted as fuck to Trevel Fenwick, and I have been since the moment we met.
He’s pretty, and he has a hot voice, limber yoga body with perfectly taut muscles, and hands that can work you into a trance. Those facts never seem to be far from my mind.
Something huge happened earlier. I was trying to keep the pressure off of it, but in the middle of the night, alone in this dark cell with him lying on top of me, I have no choice but to confront it.
I’m bisexual. I finally came out, to someone else, and to myself. It’s crazy, but I told Trevel the one thing I’ve always been afraid to even say in my own head.
There’s no use hiding it anymore… I like his dick, and I like his body, and it’s all right here, lying in my bed with me. Like forbidden fruit that’s not so forbidden anymore. Ripe for the plucking. Sweet and tight and tempting.
And mine.
“Trevel…” I whisper-whine his name, brushing my fingers through his hair and down his neck, onto his shoulders.
I allow my curious fingertips to graze and explore, burning more and more with each pass. A timer has gone off, and suddenly I need him to wake up so I can get my fix.
God, I want it… I want more.
“Trevel, wake up.” I squirm beneath him, rocking my hips into his, my erection filling rapidly. I’m already rock hard, and I can feel him too; stiff and hot, aching me down to my core. “I want…” My voice is gruff as I swallow. “I wanna play, violet eyes.”
He makes a soft, peaceful noise, out like a light. I’m actually jealous, because I can’t remember the last time I slept so soundly. But I’m burning alive with frustrated desire, too strong to ignore just so he can get his beauty sleep.
There’s something so salacious about waking up this way, fully ravenous. Shrouded in darkness, curiosity piqued. It’s when I can truly set myself free. Let go of my hang-ups and be real and raw and fucking hungry.
I’m fucking starved right now, and I need something… Someone to devour until I’m full.
Gliding my hand down the length of Trevel’s back, I reach for his ass, cupping it and squeezing. Gently, because he’s asleep, and I don’t want to be a total weirdo, groping him while he’s unconscious. It’s a really nice butt, though. Firm, but still plump and juicy enough that my cock is jumping beneath him from the lascivious thoughts swirling at all the things I could do to it.
“Baby, I wanna fuck you…” I whimper, the sound of my own voice saying those words driving me even crazier. “Please? Will you… wake up?”
My index finger traces the crack of his ass through his little panties. Jesus, I’m dying here… I need need need.
Trevel mumbles something, then he flops off of me, onto his back, nestling his face in my pillow. He’s still asleep.
Dammit.
My eyes scan over his body, now all splayed out. Long limbs and lines of definition making up his chest and stomach. So masculine, yet there’s this elegance to him; a dazzling beauty so alluring, I can’t stop looking. The glow from beyond the bars gives just enough for me to see his complexion, the pinkness of his nipples and his lips. It reminds me of how pink his cock is… And I bite my lip, coveting the outline of it through his underwear.
“Trev…” I mumble, hesitantly reaching over to trace it with my fingertip. “Can I… kiss?”
He writhes, but doesn’t respond or open his eyes. Or do really anything to allude to him waking up. I should shake him or something. To make sure he’s cognizant. But I can’t deny that I’m hypnotized by the idea of toying with him in his sleep.
It’s so much hotter this way…
Easing over him, I palm his big cock, tenderly caressing it while dropping soft kisses on his jaw, then down his throat. “Your body is so sexy,” I whisper, kissing his chest. Licking his nipple.
Peering up, I watch his unconscious face, serenaded by panting while I tease his peaked flesh. That sweet, pink point is now covered in my saliva. I kiss down his abs, his happy trail… Pressing one on the exposed tip of his cock, where it’s poking out of his underwear.
It’s so arousing, my own dick leaks into my boxers. “Mmm… fuck yes.”
Running my lips up and down his inches, I get lost in just that; kissing and licking his cock through the material until it’s wet and I’m dizzy. In my head, all I can hear is his voice, and that poem he spoke to me earlier. Those hushed, silky words that lulled me to sleep…
“I know you want this…” I purr, grinding my thick cock into the bed while I nuzzle my face between his thighs. “You want to come in my mouth again, don’t you?”
My entire body is tight and hot everywhere, my brain so fogged with devious desire, I can’t think. I just need to feel this. I want to feel him…
Lying here like my plaything, breathing soft breaths and murmuring words I can’t understand.
Fuck it. He’s mine.
Going for my stash spot, which is still open, I grab some lube and pour a bunch onto my shaky fingers. Shoving my boxers down, I grab my cock in my slick palm, stroking up and down while I watch the sexy black-haired boy in my bed, like he’s my own personal porn.
“You’re so pretty,” I slip my fingers inside his underwear. “Can I play with your little pussy?”
My cock pulses again as I glide a curious finger between the crack of his ass. It brushes his rim, and my head is spinning.
Biting my lip, I push slowly, gently probing him with one wet finger. He’s tight, way too tight. I can barely get in. I don’t want to force it because that’s crazy… Right?
It’d be super fucked up, wouldn’t it? To shove inside him while he’s asleep…?
Trevel’s legs part wider, opening up for me. But then he mumbles a slurring, “Don’t…”
I gulp. Don’t…? Did he just say, Don’t??
But his body, his position is betraying the word. He’s spreading himself, with my hand stuffed inside his underwear, middle finger playing with his small, scorching hot hole.
“You don’t want it?” I hum, applying a little pressure, until it slips in. Just the tip.
His head wobbles, eyes still closed and his chest pumping. “No… don’t…”
My finger enters him deeper, and he groans quietly.
“Don’t… what?” I rasp.
“Don’t… make it feel good,” he mewls, head tipping back.
Freezing with half my finger buried in his ass, I gulp roughly, like my throat is closing.
I can’t do this. I can’t fuck him in his sleep… It’s completely fucked up.
Even if he probably wants it in real life, in his sleep, he might not know it’s me.
“Trevel,” I hum. “It’s me. It’s… Raphael.”
“I want… Rapha,” he sighs, wiggling his hips against my finger. “I want Byron.”
Relief washes over me, my dread retreating. “I’m here.”
I can’t help remembering how it felt with Michelangelo. How deliciously depraved it was when he’d cry and sob for me to stop, though his body told me he loved it. Trevel might want the same…
And so, I slide my finger into him deeper, as deep as it’ll go.
“Uhhffuuck…” Trevel gasps, legs spreading, hips lifting.
“You like it?” I fuck him slowly with my finger, only a few times before adding a second.
“Mmmm…” he whines, and I’m soaking through my boxers.
“Can I put my cock in, baby?” I plead, working my fingers, stretching him and knowing with full certainty that whether he’s aware of what’s happening, I have to push my dick into his ass right now.
It’s barely even a choice.
Pulling my fingers out, I sit back, slowly sliding off his man-panties. Biting my lip, I take them down his legs, tossing them away. He’s fully naked and laid out before me as I position myself between his thighs, stroking more lube onto my cock. I take a moment to revel in the feeling of this, and the way he looks, fisting his erection. Jerking it slowly, I pull the skin away to tease the swollen tip with my thumb. He’s leaking for me, and I lean down to lap it up with my tongue, eyes rolling back at the salty taste of him and how purely naughty it is to be licking his pretty cock while he sleeps.
“Are you awake yet, violet eyes?” I shiver.
He responds with only breaths, eyes still closed, lips parted and quivering. He’s panting like he’s just as ready as I am, but I don’t think he’s fully awake. If he were, there’s no way he’d be able to keep his eyes closed. I know him well enough by now to know he’d have to engage.
I’ve never had sex with someone in their sleep before, but I can’t lie… The idea of it has my balls thrumming harder than they ever have before.
Easing between his legs, I grab Trevel by the hips, nudging my cock between his cheeks. With the eager crown of my dick brushing his hole, it feels too tight. I’m not sure it’ll ever go in, but even the act of coaxing is enough to have me pulsing precum like no one’s business.
“Fuck… baby,” I groan, jamming against the resistance of his body. “I’m already coming in your ass…”
“Ummfff…” he moans nonsense.
“You’re so fucking tight, beautiful,” I hum, pushing and pushing. “You wanna let me in? Or you want me to force it…”
“Make it feel…” he mumbles in a pleading whine, just as I’m finally breaking through. “Uhh!”
“God, that’s it.” I melt over him, breathing his breaths. Giving my hips a gentle flick, I drive in deeper. “So so sexy, baby… taking this big dick in your hot little cunt…”
He arches up to me, hole clenching, gripping me so damn tight. Feeding my cock in more, I watch between our bodies as I finally make it all the way in and just shudder in pure sensation.
“Trevel… God-fucking-damn, you feel so good.”
I’m in another dimension. No clue what I’m doing, but it feels amazing, and I never want to stop. I could fucking live inside of him.
“This is the best thing I’ve ever fucked,” I growl as I finally begin to move, pulling back and fucking in, stroking my cock in him until I’m seeing stars. “Best pussy, best ass… The best hole on the planet, baby.”
“Yours…” he hums sleepily, his body jostling with my movements.
“All mine.” Our chests are slick with sweat, and I lick the salty flavor from him while our bodies glide together. “Your hole’s nice and wet for me, huh, pretty thing? Slippery wet and oh-so-soft… Gonna suck all my cum out.”
“I’m… so… hard,” he whimpers, and I take that as instruction to fist his dick, stroking to match the tempo of mine stroking in his ass.
Unfortunately, as soon as I curl my fingers around his long, stiff cock, something in me snaps.
Uh oh…
Oh no oh no oh… no…
And I start coming. Hard and fast.
The spaceship is blasting off, long before the astronauts reach One.
“Fuck,” I grunt, going cross-eyed while my dick shoots in him. “Fuck fuck fuck, I’m coming… God, I’m coming in you, Trev, oh… fuuuck.”
He’s moaning with me, unintelligible words as his body clenches on me. But his eyes are still closed. One of his hands is fisting the blanket, but otherwise, I think he’s still asleep. It’s insane.
But then I remember how O’Malley used to literally fall off the top bunk and take beatings from me and still not wake up. Trevel clearly has similar sleep issues… Only this is much more erotic in nature.
The fact that I’m coming inside of him, throbbing my hot, slick orgasm deep in his beautiful body while he’s fucking sleeping has my entire anatomy rippling with pleasure shocks for entirely too long.
“Baby, take my cum,” I whisper, kissing and sucking on his throat, hands rushing all over him. “Feel me flooding your perfect ass with cum, violet…”
I can’t even finish the thought. My balls are tingling, and I’m gasping for air.
Holy motherfucking shit fuck…
I think I might be dead.
When I finally come back to life, I glance down to find a small puddle of precum on his abs. It’s very satisfying. At least he got some pleasure out of that, despite how fast I came…
Breeding my sleeping friend… New porn category.
Pulling out of him slowly, I run my fingers up and down over his hole, playing with my cum as it seeps out, and leaning down to lick up what’s on his abs. I’m still so out of it. I barely even notice that I’m kissing his cock over and over, swirling my tongue around the skin and suckling at his wet, swollen tip. It’s so beyond arousing, my dick perks up almost instantly.
I’ve always had decent stamina, but I’ll usually need at least a few minutes between orgasms. And yet, with Trevel lying here asleep, dick all hard and pulsing in my mouth while my cum leaks out of his ass…
I could go again. Like, now.
Hm…
A thought pops into my head that has me shivering, my body lighting up with an even stronger mischievous torrent. I bite my lip.
In the spirit of exploring…
Since he’s still asleep…
Wriggling out of my boxers the rest of the way, I get fully naked with him. I pour out more lube onto my twitchy fingers, stroking it onto his erection this time. Then I swipe some between my cheeks.
“You better not wake up,” I mumble, heat racing up my neck as I spin to face away from him. “I just wanna see… how it feels.”
Chewing my lower lip, I straddle him backwards, leaning forward on my knees, and taking his cock in my hand behind me. I aim and sit back until the slippery crown nudges between my cheeks, and an instant wave of chills washes over me from this position. I’m nervous, dripping in shame and need… But my dick is already full and heavy between my legs again.
Fuck… I want this.
Why do I want this so bad??
Why does it feel so damn good already??
Bearing my weight, I push my hole down on Trevel’s dick. Working it like he’s nothing more than a sex toy, and I’m a curious little bottom-virgin, desperate to find out if he likes this as much as he thinks he’s definitely going to.
“God… fuck, don’t wake up,” I choke, relaxing as much as I can. “I should’ve done fingers first… Whatever, just don’t… wake… up…”
