Devlin and Garrick by Cameron Dane (short story to read txt) 📕

of white cotton drifted through the shadows to the floor, Devlin lifted Garrick’s hand, put it against his heart, and let Garrick feel the beat that pounded inside Devlin just for him. “I love you, Gradyn, Denny or Garrick, no matter what your name is.” Husky thickness coated Devlin’s words. “And I don’t see that ever changing.”

A hoarse noise that almost didn’t register as human escaped Garrick. He pulled his fingers out of Devlin’s ass and clutched his face, dragging him close. Garrick’s eyes burned too bright, breaking Devlin’s heart, but Devlin swore he could see the green hiding within the watery blue.

Garrick dipped down and grazed his mouth across Devlin’s, and then did it again, and again, clinging each time, as if unable to let go. Devlin dug his fingers into Garrick’s arms, squeezing into the solid, warm flesh, and moaned at the first flick of their tongues. Heat surged straight down to Devlin’s prick and pushed his length out to poke against Garrick’s thigh. The greedy nerve endings on his cockhead demanded more, and as Devlin licked his way into Garrick’s mouth for a deeper taste, he shoved his sweats down to his ankles, kicked them off, and seared himself to Garrick’s front from top to bottom. He rubbed himself all over the other man, needing skin-to-skin on more than just his stiff dick.

“Oh shit.” Garrick gasped and stumbled backward, hauling Devlin with him into the door. “You feel so good.” He tunneled his fingers into Devlin’s hair, jerked his head back, and descended, taking Devlin with a rougher kiss. What started out with a nip that drew a pinch of blood only increased in brutality as Garrick’s deep kiss of complete ownership consumed Devlin inside and out.

Devlin groaned and threw himself into Garrick with equal fervor, kissing him back in a way that scraped and hurt, but that he knew they both needed to feel right now. His entire being flamed inside, hungry and achy. Devlin ground himself against Garrick’s body with everything he was worth, searching for relief. He shoved the man’s hand back down to his asshole and tried to force a taking. Any taking. “Please.” He licked at Garrick, and the sharp metallic bite of his own blood assaulted his taste buds.

Garrick drew back just a sliver. He kept his hand curled tightly around Devlin’s neck as he looked into his eyes; his breathing was uneven and his lips were red from a combination of aggression and a tinge of Devlin’s blood. Choppy tufts of his long, dark hair fell across his face, the strands brushing against Devlin’s skin.

“Christ, I love you, beautiful.” Garrick’s pupils sparked black ice, and a flash of feral grin appeared. “I want you forever.” He brushed his lips across Devlin’s again, tormenting Devlin with just a whisper of contact. With his other hand, Garrick pushed half a finger into Devlin’s passage. He maintained constant eye contact, watching, almost uncomfortably so, and then without quarter tripled his penetration into Devlin’s channel with another two fingers at the same time.

“Ohh yes...” Devlin hissed as his body worked to accept the extra thickness. “Me too.” His rectum closed in tight on Garrick’s buried fingers and pulsed in a fast pattern that milked the length, making Devlin bite his lip to hold back a scream. “About you.”

Garrick eased his fingers deeper inside Devlin, just a hair, and Devlin felt the slight caress all the way in his fucking toes. A brushing glance slid over his prostate, almost a phantom sensation, but Devlin groaned and rolled into the invasion as if it were a full-on assault. Garrick massaged Devlin’s neck and anal muscles at the same time, murmuring explicit words of encouragement with each touch, and Devlin rocked into him like an animal denied his loving master for too many years.

The masterful fingering of Devlin’s ass; Garrick’s constant, brushing kisses against Devlin forehead; the way Garrick plied the tendons in Devlin’s neck that went all the way down Devlin’s spine, straight to his chute, drove Devlin quickly to the brink. “Holy fuck,” Devlin bit down the urge to come, “you always knew how to kill me.”

Slipping too fast, Devlin hooked his hands around the waistband of Garrick’s shorts, ripped the material open, and tore them down his legs. Thick, hot cock fell right into Devlin’s hands, scorching his flesh with a wonderful, familiar burn. Devlin closed his fingers tightly, taking Garrick’s prick and sac in his hands, and gave both a good rub and tug.

Garrick sucked in a deep, sharp breath, and he dug the back of his head into the door. “Oh shit. Reality feels too good, beautiful.”

Devlin ran a trimmed fingernail into Garrick’s slit, and Garrick bucked and gritted his teeth. Devlin did it a second time, and Garrick jerked again as he produced a fat bead of seed. “Devlin,” Garrick sounded winded, “you’re gonna make me come.”

No! Devlin nearly buckled as an onslaught of denial tore through him.

“Control it.” Devlin reached back, ripped Garrick’s fingers out of his asshole, and shoved him fully into the door. “Just like you once told me to do.” Devlin tried to climb up Garrick’s body, frantic and losing control himself. “Fuck me.” He looked into Garrick’s eyes as desperation roughened the texture of his voice. “Right here.” He wrapped his arms around Garrick’s shoulders and pulled himself up, locking his legs around Garrick’s waist. “Right now.”

Blue fire flared in Garrick’s eyes. “Christ, yes.” Garrick hooked his arms under Devlin’s thighs and fused their mouths together. “Hold on.” His words went into Devlin between tantalizing licks of their tongues that quickly turned into a voracious, raw kiss. Devlin clutched at Garrick, clinging with his thighs and arms, kissing him back. Garrick started moving and blindly bumped them into something that stabbed cold metal into Devlin’s back, making him “Umph” and Garrick mutter, “Sorry.”

Devlin smiled against Garrick’s lips. “It’s okay.” The man’s cock rode right against Devlin’s balls and taint, though, and pushed Devlin disastrously close to