AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“B-but how?” Carter asks between shuddery breaths. “You w-won’t u-use me!”
Sir holds him tighter, a sound coming from his throat that almost matches some of Carter’s. “I lied, okay? I lied to you. You’re not just holes. You’re not nothing. Fuck, Carter, you’re so much more than any of that. You’re every-”
“No!” Carter blurts out, pulling away from sir and desperately shaking his head. He can’t do that. He can’t let sir take him back to before. Before was too hard. Before, when Carter tried to stay himself, to cling to what was left, all he felt was pain and confusion. This is easier. He wants to stay like this. “I’m not Carter. I’m nothing, sir. Please. I’m nothing. I’m just holes!”
“Carter-”
“No! I’m not him! I’m not him! I’m not-” Carter’s words are cut off when sir’s lips crash against his. He sobs once into sir’s mouth, but sir just swallows the sound and kisses him harder.
Then sir just… keeps kissing him. He kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him. Sometimes on Carter’s lips. Sometimes on his neck. Or his chest. His ears. His nose. His forehead. His cheeks. His eyelids. That little spot behind Carter’s ear that never fails to drive him wild.
Sir kisses Carter until he feels fuzzy inside.
Panting, sir pulls back to look at Carter with brown eyes that are lighter than Carter thinks he’s ever seen them before. He pushes to his feet without letting Carter go, pulling him up along with him. Carter stumbles out of the bath. He nearly slips, but sir catches him, never letting go as he leads Carter into the bedroom with a surprising urgency. They’re both still dripping wet, but sir apparently doesn’t care. He just lays Carter down in the middle of the bed and climbs on top of him.
Then sir is kissing him again.
And kissing him, and kissing him, and kissing him.
Carter prays he never stops.
???
Nathan can’t stop. Every time he manages to get Carter breathless and panting, he just drags his lips elsewhere while Carter fights to catch his breath before returning to his mouth once again. When he’s not kissing the boy’s mouth, he’s trailing his lips and tongue elsewhere. Fuckingeverywhere. He makes sure to be gentle where he’s still healing, but it takes a whole lot of effort. He feels fucking feverish with his need for the boy beneath him.
Carter tastes fresh from the collarbone down, but his neck and face taste salty from his sweat that he never got a chance to wash off before Nathan dragged him to the bedroom. Nathan spends extra time in these places. He likes the taste ofCarter.
“S-sir,” Carter pants when Nathan wraps his lips around one of his nipples. He squirms, then gasps, “Oooh, shit,” when Nathan nips at it.
Chuckling, Nathan moves on to Carter’s other nipple. He pulled a swear out of the boy. It’s a start, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. He wants to pullallof Carter out of him. Make him come back to Nathan. No more mindless slave. No more believing he’s nothing but holes. He wants his fire. His passion. His sassy little attitude.
Nathan licks his way up the center of Carter’s chest before latching onto the side of his throat and sucking. He adds a little bit of teeth at the end, wanting to mark Carter as his - fuckingneedingto mark Carter as his - and groans when it makes Carter grind his cock up against him.
“That’s it, Carter.” Nathan wraps his large hand around Carter’s slim hip and encourages Carter to grind against him again. It doesn’t take much convincing at all before the boy is shamelessly humping him. “That’s it. Good boy. Such a good boy.”
“Sir!” Carter whines, his hips moving faster against Nathan.
And Nathan, maybe because of his fear at the idea of losing what makes CarterCarter, or because of the blood that’s leaving his brain to fill his cock, or maybe even because of his need to just feel fuckinghuman, drags his mouth to Carter’s and whispers, “Nathan,” against his lips.
“W-what?” Carter pants, pulling back to look Nathan in the eyes.
“Nathan, Carter. Call me Nathan.”
“But-”
“Carter.” Nathan rests on his left elbow, moving his weight so he can reach up and cup Carter’s cheek with his right hand. “Right now, you’re Carter and I’m Nathan, okay?”
For a moment, Nathan is terrified that Carter is going to freak out again like in the tub. His blue eyes go wide, his breath stopping, but then the boy tentatively raises a hand to cup Nathan’s cheek just like Nathan is cupping his. He drags his thumb along Nathan’s cheekbone, staring at Nathan like he’s a work of art. The attention is intoxicating.
What’s even better, though, is when Carter looks him in the eyes and whispers, “Hey, Nathan.”
Nathan fuckingshuddersat the sound of his name as it rolls off Carter’s tongue. “Hey, Carter.”
The boy’s smile is brilliant. Nathan feels like he can finally fucking breathe again.
“I want to keep kissing you.” Nathan rests the pad of his thumb on Carter’s bottom lip and tugs. “Can I kiss you, Carter?”
“I - it’s up to me?”
