Grays shadow, p.16
Gray's Shadow, page 16
part #4 of Kings of Hell MC Series
A shudder that was somehow both hot and cold ran down Gray’s back, but he sat still, hypnotized by the red gaze. “Yes… well, I never go to the red room. I don’t take part in any of that stuff, but you can if you want to.”
Shadow licked his lips, and when Gray removed the last of his stubble, it became hard to look away from his strong features. He’d really tried to think of Shadow as an inhuman creature comparable to an animal, but Shadow was most definitely a man.
“Why do you not go? Is it because you don’t have that slit?”
As offensive of a question it was, Gray couldn’t help a loud snort. They didn’t teach human anatomy in demon school, did they? “Most people are either men or women—”
“Oh. Yes. Knight told me some are women.”
Of course he would have. Knight had the libido of a rabbit and before Elliot, never missed an opportunity to fuck new lovers of any sex.
“Most women have that… slit. It’s called a vagina. Most men have a penis and balls. It’s what you and I have. I can have sex just fine with what I’ve got. I don’t go to the red room, because—” He stilled, unsure how to explain this without going into too much detail, so he distracted Shadow by washing off the remaining gel.
Shadow leaned into the touch with a purr and shut his eyes, as if the shaving had been foreplay. Had he jerked off during those endless hours in the cell? He surely must have.
“It’s all so new. Some of it I kind of know, and when I think about it really hard, it will come to the surface of my mind, as if it had just been buried by sand. But some is so fresh. If you don’t go to the red room, do you ever use the parts that you have?” he asked, blowing hot air on the damp skin of Gray’s palm.
Gray swallowed hard, wondering if he wasn’t going into too much detail, but then again how else was he to educate Shadow? “Sometimes. I don’t like being intimate with strangers or men who don’t feel just right. It’s complicated.”
Shadow rested his pale arms against the edge of the tub. “Why is it complicated? When I’m around you, I know. Maybe I don’t know how to do things with another man, but I know I want to. I got confused when I saw that you didn’t have the slit, but I could have rubbed myself against you now that I think of it.”
Gray cleared his throat and grabbed a sponge, which he then dipped into the water so that it would soften. It gave him the precious seconds to contemplate why the blatant words affected him in the first place. Shadow was like a horny dog that needed to hump his leg and wouldn’t stop begging until it got what it wanted. “It’s complicated because sex isn’t always pleasant. It can hurt, or it can be boring. So you lie there while the guy is pushing into you, and you just feel nothing. You’d just rather do something else.”
Gray swallowed, briefly remembering the face Mike had made when Gray had told him something similar. It had been years ago, when Gray was seventeen and finally figuring out why he wasn’t enjoying the sex parties as much as everyone else around him. Mike had really tried to understand his perspective, but he couldn’t, because for him sex had always been about having fun and getting off. “Most guys don’t feel the way I do. Sometimes, they don’t even have to like the person they’re with to enjoy the sex, but it doesn’t work that way for me.”
Shadow gave a quick nod and leaned into the touch of the sponge like a cat that enjoyed being combed. “But we’re not strangers, right? We’re friends. After tonight?” It wasn’t hard to decipher where these questions were going, but Shadow was capable of more subtlety with each passing moment.
“Being friends isn’t enough for me,” Gray said, even though it was a lie. He and Pete were now friends. But it was different, since they shared much more in the past. With Pete, Gray didn’t have to worry about his lover being indiscreet or a nuisance, but Shadow didn’t need to know any of that complicated stuff.
Gray soaped up the sponge and rubbed it across the firm shoulders. Shadow literally purred, and Gray would’ve lied if he’d said it wasn’t pleasurable to see a man react to his touch so unashamedly.
“How can we become more though if you don’t let me touch you?” Shadow asked, watching Gray with a half-lidded gaze, as if it had already been established that they were meant to be more. It was both cute and creepy.
Gray sighed, following the white trail of soap left behind on pale skin as he washed all the sweat and dirt off the curves and ridges of Shadow’s muscular body. It had been too long since he’d been with anyone, and the opportunity for guiltless touch was making him slightly bolder than usual. Anyone else would have known that Gray was doing this to sneakily feel up the pecs and shoulders, but Shadow didn’t understand the world that way. Touching him was safe.
“We might not. Maybe we should just stay friends?”
Shadow licked his lips, his worries adorably transparent. “Will we touch more as friends?” he asked, and it was a more defensive question this time instead of the gentle pushes he’d been making before.
Gray’s lips went dry when he moved the sponge down the center of Shadow’s chest, over the dark hair peppered there like a banner for the presence of testosterone. “I’m touching you now, aren’t I?”
Shadow nodded and let out a deep exhale. It flattered Gray that someone was so persistent in their need to have him specifically. It wasn’t something that happened very often in a world of easily-replaceable hook-ups and men who were always on the lookout for the next new shiny thing. But Shadow wasn’t really a person, and he would be gone before Gray could really get used to his presence.
Shadow gathered some water in one hand and poured it down Gray’s forearm. “Knight said you’d like to touch me once I wash.”
Gray stilled, and when he glanced into Shadow’s eyes, he found him leaning way too close. A treacherous tightness teased his dick, but he ignored it and ran the sponge down Shadow’s back. “Knight isn’t always right.”
“No, he’s not. He’s not you.” Shadow smiled and rubbed his knuckles over Gray’s hand. He made an effort to make it seem accidental, but it lasted long enough that it could have only been deliberate.
They were both playing the same game.
Gray let it slide, too focused on the beauty of Shadow’s back. Wide and muscular, it was just the kind of sight Gray would like to one day see in his bed, once he met the right guy. But as he rubbed the smooth skin with the sponge, following the line of Shadow’s spine before branching outside, just before his hand got too low, he imagined Shadow in the sex room during an orgy. He was inexperienced and followed his instincts. Once he’d get his hands on a man he liked, he would likely enter him too fast, and then fuck him hard, chasing pleasure braced over a faceless body. His shoulder blades would remain tense, and his ass would flex in that crude way that only happened when fucking was involved.
“I do like to think that I am right,” Gray said, trying to wipe his mind clean. He put more soap on the sponge and worked it over Shadow’s leg in fast, efficient strokes. It only made sense, since Shadow didn’t even know what taking a bath was, let alone how to wash himself. He would know how do go about it tomorrow after witnessing how it should be done.
Oh, who was Gray kidding? He was perving. Perving on the firm calves, on the dark hair covering Shadow’s legs, and on the sturdiness of the thighs that were unlike any Gray had touched. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing Shadow’s features alternate between tense and slack, or the way his touch sparked little trembles all over those long limbs. He wouldn’t have done any of this to anyone else, but there was something utterly innocent about Shadow discovering physical pleasure that made Gray push boundaries that he never crossed.
It felt safe to explore.
His face tingled with heat when his hand encircled one of the beefy pecs, then drew a line across the stiff nipple. But then Shadow’s gasp turned into a moan, and the upward thrust he made with his hips pushed the tip of his dick through the surface of the milky water.
Gray might have made a noise then, but he wasn’t entirely sure. He hoped he hadn’t, but once his gaze locked on the slit at the top of Shadow’s cock, he couldn’t look away. Heat tickled up the middle of his thighs and pulled on his balls, but he said nothing, pretending he was busy washing Shadow’s knee over and over, even though the cock was right in front of him, so hard and swollen he itched to offer some relief.
Shadow stirred his hips again, poking the air, and this time his dick emerged in all its glory, as the center of the graceful arch of hair-dusted flesh stretching from Shadow’s thighs to his toned stomach. He had the most perfect hip bones, and his balls were so beautiful Gray felt his mouth water as if he’d been somehow conditioned to react like this.
He looked up. Over the milky surface, past the tempting island of his cock, Shadow was watching him, his face already flushed red, lips open. Gray cleared his throat. “It’s very important to keep all crevices clean. Do you know how?”
Shadow took his time with the question, spread out in the bathtub as if it were his throne. Human or not, he was magnificent.
“Show me.”
Breathless from the tension so sharp it created static in the air, Gray hesitated before putting away the sponge. He got some gel onto his palm and briefly hovered it above the cock emerging out of the water. “You’re uncut so, um, it’s important that you pull down that skin and clean the whole cock well,” he said, still unsure if he should proceed, but whether he liked that or not—he did want to.
Shadow inhaled a large gulp of air and pushed his hips up so rapidly his dick jerked, sending a spray of water into the air before slapping against his navel. It was even darker now, and the droplets that hit Gray’s cheek burned with a heat that penetrated Gray’s skin and descended between his legs.
Their eyes met in a tense moment of silence that made it clear Shadow wasn’t framing this as a joke, or trying to pressure Gray into things. There was way more intelligence in him than met the eye. Instead of hunting Gray, this time he chose fishing, and Gray was hooked.
“I will. Like this?” Shadow whispered and pulled down the foreskin, presenting the cockhead to Gray, who didn’t hesitate any longer. His hand slid down the length of Shadow’s dick, slippery with the shower gel and tightening when Shadow bucked his hips, hitting Gray’s fist with his balls. The slap spread over Gray’s flesh like fire, but he didn’t look away when red eyes met his, igniting yet more heat inside him.
Gray was the only one to command Shadow’s attention, and it wasn’t because Gray was holding his cock, or silently promising more. Regardless of the messed-up reasons behind it, Shadow was completely devoted to Gray, and that made the itch to touch him all the stronger. For Shadow, Gray wasn’t a disposable piece of meat to get pleasure out of. Time and time again, he’d shown Gray that he had no romantic or sexual interest in anyone else, and that wasn’t just flattering. It was arousing.
Shadow groaned when Gray stroked his cock again, gliding his fingers over the pulsing flesh with the aid of the fresh-smelling gel. His eyes fluttered shut, his lips opened wider in a gasp, and he twisted his hips to get more out of the touch while keeping his hands clenched on the rim of the tub.
“So... that need you have. To be close to me. Is it because you’re lonely being on your own?” Gray asked, forcing his fingers to uncurl from the dick that felt so fantastic in his hand. With his heart rapidly speeding up, he washed the soap off the hard length and brushed his fingertips over Shadow’s hairy balls as his tongue tickled with the need to taste what was on offer.
Shadow’s impressive chest moved up and down in the water as his breathing got shallower, and the stiff peaks of his nipples were as inviting to touch as the cock. “No, I— There’s no other human I want this way. I’m your shadow, remember? All I want is to be one with you again.”
Gray bit his lip as electricity danced over his skin, jolting him where he was most sensitive. He gasped, rubbing his hand over Shadow’s nipple and pinching it gently. His brain was in tunnel vision mode, pushing him forward as if he’d suddenly realized just how much he missed seeing his dark doppelganger.
“Get up.”
Shadow scrambled to his feet, splashing water to the floor, but there was nothing awkward about the way his chest heaved, or about the wiry lines of his muscle. He towered over Gray like a wild forest god, who demanded worship, and Gray was unable to refuse. Hypnotized by the sheer magnificence of Shadow’s human body, he slid off the stool, kneeling on the wet tiles. The large, damp hand drizzling warm water down Gray’s scalp made him shudder at its touch, but he leaned in, until it spread at the top of his head and pulled him in.
The loss of focus had Gray confused, but for once he wasn’t sure where to look when there were clear droplets glistening all over the expanse of Shadow’s torso and his powerful thighs. One rolled around the rim of his navel, and then slalomed down the hairy slope, all the way between Shadow’s dark pubes.
Gray couldn’t think.
He moved closer, staring at a bead hanging off the tip of Shadow’s cock, his body telling him that if he caught it with his tongue, it would be the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
Here was someone made for him, someone who wanted only Gray and wouldn’t accept anyone else in his place. Not for sharing, not for one night, not because he was drunk and horny. Shadow was all in, and that had Gray’s skin so hot it could ignite at any minute.
The low, rumbly tone of Shadow’s voice peppered goosebumps down Gray’s back.
“I want to connect us. I want you to see inside me,” Shadow whispered, but the request was a charade that Gray’s overstimulated mind didn’t want to deal with.
Cupping the heavy sac in one hand, he looked up into the intense yet unfocused gaze above. “No. Be still,” he asked, desperate to stay in the moment and avoid thinking of what would follow.
Shadow whimpered and curled his fists, his whole body tensing up. The cock twitched as if it had a mind of its own and already craved to be between Gray’s lips.
It was one of the handsomest dicks Gray had ever held, and he could no longer wait to taste it.
Straight out of the bath, the head had a fresh, mildly soapy aftertaste, but as it drove up his tongue and toward his throat, Gray sensed a hint of saltiness released from the slit at the top. With a guttural moan, he closed his lips around the girth and sucked, seeking more of the deliciously masculine flavor.
Shadow’s thighs trembled, and his fingers rubbed Gray’s damp scalp, tangling with the hair until he was holding Gray still, unwilling to let go of the tight, wet heat pleasuring him. Gray whimpered like a cat, overwhelmed by the weight on his tongue and the way Shadow’s cock throbbed against his palate. He gently played with Shadow’s balls, trying to focus as oxytocin released into his bloodstream and rolled through his sex-starved body, awakening sensations he’d forgotten.
It wasn’t just physical greed for sucking dick, though. Shadow wanted him. He claimed he craved nothing more in his existence than to be close, and Gray had so desperately missed that feeling of being with someone emotionally present. Someone who would be in the moment with him, not fantasizing about a porn scenario or making things unnecessarily complicated.
He bobbed his head, teasing the foreskin with his tongue as he sucked on the thick cock, savoring its clean yet distinctly masculine flavor. The hand holding Gray’s hair twitched when he pulled back up and tightened his lips just below the cockhead, but Shadow wasn’t trying to force his dick deeper than Gray might have liked, or take control of the situation. And while Gray might have sworn he didn’t want closeness with Shadow, he not only pushed against the warm fingers but also blindly found Shadow’s other hand and put it on his shoulders, craving touch and connection. He’d fought so hard, for so long, keeping himself safe behind a wall, always in control, but now he was desperate to let go, even if just for a few minutes.
He wrapped his arm around Shadow’s waist and ran his fingers up Shadow’s spine as he pressed his forehead to the hard stomach, not embarrassed to gag on a cock so substantial. He was rewarded with touch so tender it pushed him spiraling down the cliff of lust as fingers traced his ears, neck, and cheeks without ever being too forceful.
Shadow’s cock went harder, his balls tightened, and Gray was too overcome by the warm fog in his brain to decide what it meant before thick heat exploded in his mouth. He swallowed, squeezing his thighs around his own stiff cock as Shadow spurted shot after shot of thick, gooey cum, as if it was to never end and they would both die, drowned by all the hot spunk.
Gray moaned, struggling with the sheer volume of the ejaculation, but once Shadow was done, he rubbed the excess that spilled out the corner of his lips against the firm, hair-dusted stomach in search of approval. It was as black as Shadow’s tears and blood had been.
“So good… now I just need to—” His brain still refused to work, but the moment his hands were no longer needed at Shadow’s cock, Gray frantically plucked his own out of the confines of jeans and underwear. Pleasure was like a snort of coke, rushing through his body until his mind couldn’t handle the speed.
Shadow slid back into the water, sending a flood to the floor, but Gray barely even noticed the dampness soaking through his pants when warm arms closed around him. Black hair stuck to Gray’s skin like additional limbs to caress his hypersensitive flesh. His mouth still throbbed with the taste of Shadow’s spunk—a strange mixture of sweetness with a hint of smoke—when Shadow whispered in a raspy voice.
“Use the other hand.”
Gray let out a broken sound, pushing hard into the warmth Shadow offered. Without thinking, he grabbed his cock with the black hand, which still felt slightly slippery from the cum he’d gotten on it seconds ago. With a twist of fingers, he tugged on his cock, surprised by the intense sensation it elicited.
