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

in miniscule pumps, tormenting Garrick by pushing just the thick head of his cock past Garrick’s stretched, ultrasensitive pucker, and then withdrawing it, only to invade him with that teasing tip again. The pop of Garrick’s ring, again and again with that shallow penetration, was soon joined by Devlin slowly stroking Garrick’s prick and pressing the tips of his fingers into Garrick’s sac, drawing a moan and a tightening of Garrick’s muscles every time Devlin did it. Garrick felt like his entire body hung over a cliff, with only the head of Devlin’s cock in his ass and his hand on Garrick’s dick holding him safe from falling into a bottomless abyss. Garrick kept looking into Devlin’s eyes, though, into a steadiness that never wavered, and his chest clamped so tightly tears sprang into his eyes.

Just as the slugging of emotion walloped Garrick, Devlin plunged his cock into the furthest reaches of Garrick’s ass, fucking ripping a piercing cry right out of Garrick’s soul as Devlin ordered, “Now.”

The man took complete ownership of Garrick’s ass, claimed his mouth with a fierce kiss that went as deep, and Garrick shouted right into Devlin as orgasm slammed through him harder than an avalanche. Garrick’s entire body shook in deep, convulsing waves; release tore up through his rectum, into his spine, and raced through to every corner of his being, touching each nerve ending along the way. It punched Garrick in the gut, yanked his balls halfway into his body, and finally shot out of his cock. Devlin was right there too; he held onto Garrick’s dick, aiming it straight out, as Garrick came. He held Garrick’s body upright as Garrick screamed, his hips jerking with each streaming jet of cum he shot over the arm of the couch and onto the end table. Each spurt stole energy from Garrick’s body but filled his heart to bursting, making Garrick believe he could fucking do anything with this man.

When the last drop of seed dripped onto the couch, and Garrick clearly had nothing more to give, Devlin let go of Garrick’s cock. He tunneled his hand into Garrick’s hair and yanked his head back until they could see each other’s faces again.

Devlin’s gaze swirled with more shades of gray than the foulest sky on a rain-filled day, and his face was stark and full of sharp, hard angles. His voice, all rough edges, cut Garrick up inside as he said, “Say it, Garrick.”

“I love you, beautiful.” Emotion clogged Garrick’s throat but he somehow managed to get out the words he knew Devlin needed to hear. “I’m never running anywhere without you again.”

Devlin’s chest pressed against Garrick’s back. He squeezed his eyes shut and clutched Garrick to his front, holding them connected as he shuddered and came. Wet heat warmed Garrick’s passage, shocking a gasp out of him as he felt the man he loved spill inside him. Devlin opened his eyes as he bucked and shot within Garrick again, filling Garrick with a second wave of cum. Devlin’s features twisted with the pleasure of his release, and he had never looked more beautiful in Garrick’s eyes.

They both stayed still for a dozen heartbeats, kneeling on that couch, with Devlin tucked inside Garrick. As their breathing returned to normal, it synced up, and they fell into a rhythm they’d both so aggressively fought just moments ago.

With his arms still around Garrick, Devlin fell backward onto the couch, and Garrick landed on top of him, his back glued to Devlin’s chest.

“Damn,” Devlin said. He exhaled as he settled himself into the cushions and Garrick into him. “We’ve never done anything like that before.”

Not with this much trust. “Not quite like that.” Garrick turned his head on Devlin’s shoulder and tried to see his face. “You’ve developed a dominant streak in the time we’ve been apart.”

“I don’t know about that.” Devlin rubbed his hands over Garrick’s stomach in soothing circles, and kept his tone low. “Something in me felt like you needed someone to take command of you, so I went with my gut.”

Garrick’s heart started hurting with the best kind of pain. “You have good instincts,” he murmured. “I did need it. Thank you.”

“You were... I don’t know ... all raw inside or something. I could feel it, even if I don’t know how to describe it.” Devlin strained his neck and managed to make eye contact with Garrick. “Do you feel all right now?”

“A little sore.” Garrick’s rectum still pulsed around Devlin’s embedded shaft. “But I think I needed that too.”

“Shit. I’m such an idiot.” Devlin’s mouth drew down at the edges. “Do you want me to pull out?”

Garrick twisted his arm up and rubbed the pale line of Devlin’s lips, easing away the tension. “Want you to? Not a chance.” He already knew he’d be walking a little bit sideways tomorrow, though. “But it’s probably a good idea.”

Devlin rolled them both to the side, and they both gasped as Devlin slowly withdrew his cock from Garrick’s wonderfully abused ass.

Garrick hated to roll the rest of the way off the couch, away from Devlin’s warmth, but he did it anyway. “I’ll get you a washcloth,” he called out as he hobbled to the bathroom.

“Hey!” Devlin’s sharp tone stopped Garrick at the door.

Garrick turned, his heart suddenly in his throat. “Yeah?”

From over the arm of the couch, a big, cheeky smile lit up Devlin’s entire face. “You still have the sweetest ass I’ve ever fucked.”

Flames burned all the way up Garrick’s body. Damn it. His cock tried to stir. There’s no way he’s making me hard again already. “According to you,” Garrick delivered his best eye-roll Devlin’s way before moving to the sink and turning on the water, “I have the only ass you’ve ever fucked.”

Devlin appeared behind him, his nudity stunning in the mirror’s reflection. “True enough.” He slipped his arms around Garrick’s waist and snatched the wet washcloth out of his hand. Their gazes collided in the reflection of the mirror as Devlin rubbed