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Hunter felt his stomach drop out and he climbed off of Roman so he could get up and move around. It had been weeks since he’d spoken to Callan and while he still had every intention of following through with his promise to tell people the truth about what had happened between him and Finn, he’d gotten caught up in trying to get his life on track and then Roman had lost his father.
“I shouldn’t have waited…I should have just told the truth that day after I talked to Callan,” he bit out. His hand automatically went to his pocket and he cursed when he realized what he’d done. He hadn’t had the urge to hurt himself once since the night he’d called Roman when he’d still been in London.
Roman climbed off the bed and grabbed him by the arms. “Hey,” he said gently. “You did what you needed to do. He’ll understand that.”
Hunter didn’t get a chance to respond because Roman’s phone dinged and Hunter actually held his breath as Roman read the text.
“He wants to know if you’ll meet with him this afternoon. He can be here by four.”
“Oh God,” Hunter mumbled as he sat down on the bed. Two hours…two hours to figure out how to say the two words that really wouldn’t change anything for Finn.
“Hunter?” Roman asked.
Hunter nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
He left the details of where the meeting would happen to Roman and got up and went to the bathroom. He kept running cold water over his face and arms in the hopes that the itchy feeling would go away but it just kept growing and growing. He looked up and saw Roman watching him with concern in the reflection of the mirror. As Roman handed him a towel, Hunter turned off the water and dried off.
“Did your therapist give you any tips for how to deal with an episode?” Roman asked.
“Some kind of distraction is my best bet. Exercise, a change of scenery – anything to get myself out of that headspace for a few minutes.”
Roman smiled wolfishly. “I can think of a few things we can try if you’re up for it.”
The attempt at levity worked and Hunter felt himself relax. “I’m not sure that’s what he had in mind when he suggested it.”
Roman’s eyes settled on his mouth and Hunter felt his dick jerk as the humor gave way to something else. “Maybe we can test the theory out and then let him know.”
“Maybe,” Hunter agreed although he was having trouble remembering what they were talking about. Roman’s lips descended on his and what started off as a gentle, searching kiss gave way to a white hot burning need. Hunter had no idea if he was more desperate or Roman was…all he knew was that when Roman told him to face the mirror and put his hands flat on the countertop, he did so without question. Roman stripped off his own shirt first but didn’t reach for Hunter’s clothes next. Instead he disappeared into the main part of the room and then returned a second later with the lube and a condom.
At that point his hands made quick work of Hunter’s jeans but he just shoved them to Hunter’s ankles instead of removing them all together. His own jeans were next but he didn’t take them off either – he just opened them enough to expose his cock and then he was putting the condom on. Something about watching Roman do the absolute minimum needed to bring them together turned Hunter on like nothing else. Even the fact that he suspected Roman would be taking him from behind – something he hadn’t ever done since Hunter had asked him not to during their first night together in the hotel in Big Sur – didn’t worry him like it should. Maybe because he’d be able to see who it was behind him because of the mirror which was why he assumed Roman had placed him there in the first place. Or maybe it was because he trusted Roman completely and it wouldn’t have even occurred to him to confuse the man who loved and revered him with the men who’d brutalized him.
Cool lube was slathered over his hole as Roman stepped behind him and he used his knee to force Hunter’s legs farther apart. The heat radiating from Roman’s body was intense and the contrast between the cool lube and Roman’s hot finger pushing into his body was heady. He watched as Roman’s lips skimmed over his neck as he prepped him and then his mouth was sealing over Hunter’s. The finger left his body but Roman maintained the connection with their mouths as his cock slid between Hunter’s ass. Roman’s entry was rough and unrelenting but somehow it was exactly what Hunter needed. There was no pain whatsoever – just the burning, stretching feeling he loved.
Roman only gave him a couple of shallow thrusts before he began ramming into him, his movements forcing Hunter to brace himself on his hands. Hunter’s shirt was pushed up enough to expose his back but Roman still didn’t remove it. The burning in his ass quickly changed over to a delicious friction that had Hunter moaning with each heavy slap of Roman’s balls against his ass. He loved how the hair on Roman’s thighs brushed against his own legs and the feel of Roman’s wiry hair at his groin scratching over Hunter’s sensitive skin had him crying out in delight. When Roman pressed him flat on the counter, Hunter didn’t protest and he didn’t bother to keep his eyes on the reflection in the mirror because all he wanted to do in that moment was feel. The edge of the counter dug into his abdomen as Roman slammed into him repeatedly but once Roman’s hand closed around his dick, Hunter didn’t even notice. And then came the weight on his back as Roman leaned over him.
“So fucking tight, Hunter,” Roman groaned in his ear. “It’s like you were made just for me…a perfect fit.” Roman’s teeth gently nipped at his ear and then closed over his shoulder. It reminded Hunter of an animal forcing its mate into submission and just that idea alone had Hunter’s orgasm building deep in his balls.
“Harder,” Hunter ordered as he used his hands to force his ass back onto Roman’s length.
“Yes,” Roman snarled and Hunter felt Roman’s big hand fist in his hair to further hold him still. With all his control taken from him, Hunter let go of everything but the sound of Roman’s heavy breaths, the feel of his body covering Hunter’s, protecting it, owning it, the sensation of pleasure radiating up his spine. Roman’s lunges became so heavy that Hunter actually had to stand on his tiptoes. And when Roman’s arm wrapped around his waist to keep him from slamming forward into the counter, Hunter just let his whole lower body go lax so that Roman could fuck him however he wanted, as hard as he wanted and for as long as he wanted.
Nothing about the fucking was gentle or sweet but it was absolutely what Hunter needed and when Roman finally ordered him to come, his body instantly responded and he howled in pleasure as his seed exploded from his body. Roman kept pounding into him long after Hunter came and it wasn’t long before another smaller orgasm hit him. It wasn’t until the tremors eased that Roman finally took his own pleasure but instead of shooting into the condom, Hunter felt Roman withdraw from him. He felt the head of Roman’s dick slapping the spot just above his ass as he jerked himself off and a part of him wished he could watch. But seeing the sweet agony in Roman’s features through the reflection in the mirror proved to be a heart-stopping experience because Hunter was usually too lost in his own pleasure to see what happened when his lover came. It was a sight he wouldn’t soon forget along with the feel of Roman’s hot come hitting his skin and sliding down his ass until it crept between his cheeks. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have the scorching liquid bathing his insides and he knew that would be his first ask of Roman on the very day his six months were up and he tested negative.
As Roman struggled to catch his breath, he pulled Hunter upright and kissed him. It was only at that point that Roman yanked his shirt off and stroked his hands all over Hunter’s chest.
“You’re the science geek,” Roman murmured against his mouth. “What do you think? Did we prove our hypothesis?”
Hunter chuckled. “I think we did but how about you come to my next session and explain our findings to my therapist?”
Roman laughed and then helped him get the rest of his clothes off before tugging him to the shower.
* * *
Hunter was glad Roman didn’t release his hand at any point along the short walk from the hotel to the coffee shop at the end of the block because once he saw the familiar old pick-up truck sitting in the quiet parking lot, he nearly turned around to go back to the safety of Roman’s room. To Roman’s credit, he had managed to keep Hunter distracted for most of the two hours but everything had come back in a rush as soon as they’d started getting dressed.
Hunter was strangely glad that Roman didn’t try to trivialize the moment with empty words of comfort. And he was more than glad when Roman had staunchly refused to let him go by himself.
As Roman opened the door to the coffee shop, Hunter took in a deep breath. The smell of coffee beans hit him instantly but he was too tense to enjoy the aroma. It took a minute to search out the small shop for the familiar blond hair he was looking for. When he did finally find it, he saw that its owner had already seen him. Strangely enough, Finn looked as nervous as he felt. But it wasn’t until Hunter’s gaze landed on the man sitting next to Finn that his panic went up another notch. He felt Roman stiffen next to him at the sight of Rhys.
