Down Another Notch Page 8

  His limbs were shaky when he put weight on them. He used Cris’s shoulder to get to his feet. He wasn’t sure his legs would hold him. But he took a few unsteady steps.

  The cage was a feather compared to the hunk of metal he’d been walking around with. He lifted it, rubbing his fingers along it. It kind of was pretty badass.

  “Big improvement?”

  The thing was fucking inside him. He thumbed across the hole again. “Big improvement,” he said, staring at it.

  “You can hardly tell it’s there, right?”

  Grasping it, Nicky said, “If it were in your ass you’d know it.”

  Cris smirked. “That I’d like to see you try.”

  Oh yeah?

  He could use to work off some energy. He’d been pent up for way too long. He was steadier on his feet than a moment ago. And the cage, it was pretty fucking badass.

  Cris spread his arms, like Go ahead and try.

  Nicky grasped his ankle and swept him down the bed, toppling him onto his back. Cris had the advantage of being dressed, but clothes weren’t hard to get off. He grabbed Cris’s waistband. Cris sat up quickly, his stomach trapping Nicky’s fingers. He threw an arm around Nicky’s back to haul him onto the bed with him.

  They grappled, flesh slapping, gasps, bursts of laughter.

  “What are you gonna do now?” Cris said, twisting Nicky’s arm behind him, wrenching it up. Nicky pushed his shoulder into the bed and rolled, knocking Cris onto his side with his thigh.

  The breath nearly got knocked out of him when he spilled to the floor with Cris coming down on top of him. He clutched Cris’s hair and used it to try to twist him over onto the rug. Their crotches banged together. Their fingers tore at each other, grabbing limbs, faces, whatever they could reach.

  Cris’s mouth was hot against his. Nicky used the distraction to dump Cris on his back—and kept kissing him, holding his arms over his head. Cris rubbed his crotch against Nicky’s thigh, and Nicky pressed harder against him. He hadn’t managed to get any of Cris’s clothes off, but being on top was good enough for the moment. He stretched Cris’s arms higher over his head and took his mouth—in charge for once. Cris’s hips arched against him. Cris’s heel dug against the floor. His thigh pushed against Nicky. Nicky let go of a wrist to reach down and shove it back, but somewhere between here and there he fucked up, and Cris shoved him over. Or Nicky let him shove him over. It didn’t matter: Cris came up on top.

  He dragged his mouth from Nicky’s, holding Nicky’s arms down, the both of them panting. He straddled Nicky’s chest, pinned Nicky’s wrists under his knees.

  His crotch hovered over Nicky’s chin.

  His zipper rasped as he dragged it down.

  He pulled his cock out, hard and ready to go, stroking it while he looked down at Nicky. “Wish you could do this, don’t you?”

  “Stroke your cock?”

  Cris smiled. “I was thinking yours, but if all you’re thinking about is mine—” He tilted it down toward Nicky’s face, teasing him. “—that’s okay too.”

  Nicky’s blood pulsed in his trapped wrists. His shifted his hips, dragged a foot across the floor.

  Lifting up higher on his knees, Cris pointed his dick downward. “My cock. Now.”

  When Nicky wasn’t fast enough opening his mouth he hit Nicky in the cheek with it. Nicky grinned and turned his face, used his tongue to pull it into his mouth. He couldn’t do much with it from the floor, except be a warm hole to fuck. He reached his mouth toward it as Cris pulled back, and Cris smacked him with it before pushing back inside. Spittle dried on his lips. Salty precum spilled over his tongue.

  Cris backed his knees off his arms. Grabbing Nicky by the back of the neck, he got up and dropped on the edge of the bed. Nicky scrambled to his knees between Cris’s legs. He didn’t need Cris to tell him what he wanted. He clutched Cris’s cock and plunged his mouth around it.

  He lived vicariously through the blowjob. It was the only kind of blowjob he was going to get. He sucked it the way he wanted to be sucked, like it was the God Almighty of cocks, like he couldn’t get enough of it. He couldn’t. Cris gasped and moaned and dug his fingers into Nicky’s hair, and Nicky just wanted to fill himself with Cris’s cock. He grasped Cris’s hips and reached his mouth all the way around it, until it hit the back of his throat like the dildo had. Cris’s breaths jerked and hitched. Holding onto Nicky by a fistful of hair, he leaned back on an elbow.

  Lifting his eyes, Nicky stared at the curve of Cris’s throat, Cris’s head tipped back, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

  He felt dizzy, lightheaded. A calm swept through him, starting from his scalp. A satisfaction. He sucked Cris’s cock, focusing on the sounds he was making, and what he could do to bring more of those out. He stroked with one hand while he licked that rounded bullet of a head, pushing his tongue hard against Cris’s slit, taking in every drop that seeped out.

  He sucked Cris for all he was worth, swallowing it into his throat, groaning around it. The ache in his balls was warm, almost a comfort, like sliding into a hot bath or pouring Jäger down your throat. Cris’s thigh twitched. His knees squeezed his sides. His hand tugged his hair, urging him to go faster. Digging his fingers into Cris’s hips, he gave him what he wanted, fucking him hard with his mouth, half choking himself, and then fucking harder. Cris’s cock thickened in his lips, pulsed against his tongue. He groaned as semen spilled into his mouth, and kept sucking, getting it all out.

  He licked Cris clean with long strokes while Cris twitched and gasped, until Cris’s hand in his hair pulled him away.

  He put his head against Cris’s stomach.

  As if he’d come himself, the excitement ebbed, leaving him the kind of tired you felt at the end of a good, hard day.

  Reality crept back in. The facts of the situation. He was naked on the floor of a cabin in Colorado with the taste of semen in his mouth and a steel cage riveted on his privates.

  Clutching Cris’s thighs, pushing his head against Cris’s ribcage, he said, “This is royally fucked up.”

  Cris flopped on the bed, spilling his arms to his sides. “Welcome to my fucking life.”

  Nicky dropped on the floor, bare ass against the rug, warm steel against his balls. He looked down at himself. Touched the metal cage as if surprised to find it was real.

  And it wasn’t coming off.

  He closed a hand around it.

  Pushing onto his elbows, Cris, his face flushed, his hair not so sleek anymore, said, “Do you want something to eat? Drink?”

  “I could fucking use a drink.” Was there a way other than a drill to get rivets out? He tried to get a good look at it from his vantage point. He hoped Cris had an idea of how to get the fucking thing off.

  Cris hauled himself up from the bed. He looked a little less than steady, zipping his jeans back up.

  “I’ve gotta take a leak,” Nicky said. If that was possible with the tube in him. Technically he knew it was; it was just a matter of overcoming the mental awkwardness.

  “Around the corner,” Cris said.

  When he came out, he had his jeans on, both to cover himself and to see how they felt over the cage. Much better than the hunk of metal from before. He’d left the top button undone—just ran out of energy before he got that far.

  Cris had a drink for him at the counter that divided the kitchen from the main room. Whisky. It went down smooth, and way too fast. He set it on the counter and pushed it toward Cris, who topped him up again.

  “Feeling pretty stupid about now?” Cris said.

  “Is that how people usually feel when you do this to them?”

  Cris took a pull straight from the bottle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand afterward. “Don’t know. Never did it before.” He watched Nick for a second or two before adding, “Liked it though. Did you bring a bag, or did you just drive straight through with nothing but the clothes on your back and a surly attitude?”

  “I have some stuff in
the trunk.”

  “Go get it. Make yourself at home. I have the place for a few days. Might as well enjoy it.”

  Nicky set his glass down. “Enjoy it by myself, or are you staying too?”

  “After that blowjob? I ain’t leaving.” The corner of his mouth twitched.

  “Guess I’ll be giving a lot of unreciprocated blowjobs then.”

  “Oh, I’ll suck your dick for you. Don’t know how much you’ll get out of it, but I’ll suck your caged dick all night long if it drives you crazy.” He had a full-on smile going now.

  Nick finished his drink, left it sitting on his side of the counter. He hadn’t eaten much on the road, and after everything that had just happened, the liquor was already hitting him. That, and the promise of having his dick sucked, even though it’d do nothing but drive him crazy.

  When he came back in, Cris was shoving a frozen pizza in the oven.

  Nicky walked up behind him as he fiddled with the oven timer.

  He slid an arm around Cris’s waist.

  Cris rested his weight against him.

  Nicky kissed the side of his neck. It felt good, so he bit him too.

  Cris tipped his head back with two fingers hooked behind Nicky’s thigh and said, “You’re so mine.”

  “Until I find someone who knows how to get rivets out.”

  “I want to see you explaining to someone where the rivet is.”

  Nicky wrapped his other arm around him and nuzzled his chin against his shoulder.

  “I’m glad you’re staying.”

  “What the fuck have I got better to do?” Nicky said.

  Cris pushed his hand between them, curving it against Nicky’s crotch.

  He closed his eyes, burying his face in Cris’s hair.

  Cicadas rasped and buzzed. The refrigerator ticked on. Cris’s heart beat under his fingertips.

  Someday he was going to come again.

  He couldn’t imagine it being with anyone but Cris.

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  Also by Zoe X. Rider

  Down a Notch

  Games Boys Play

  “Whiskey & Bedposts” (Breaking In Bryce #1)

  “Pins & Need” (Breaking In Bryce #2)

  “Skin in the Game”

  “Coming Clean”

  “Hotel Rooms (and Their Deleterious Effects)”

  “Caught in Cuffs”

  As Holden Wells

  Roughing It

  “Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love”

  Zoe X. Rider writes dark and erotic fiction, usually featuring musicians. She doesn’t think twice about driving eight and a half hours to a dark armpit of a club to see a favorite band. She can’t play music (seriously: do not ask her to sing), but her life runs on it. When she’s not chasing bands the way some people chase tornados, she spends her time at home in the Appalachian mountains with two dogs and a very patient partner, who thinks she should get out more in the daylight hours—and not just to drive to another venue. Reading and eating are her other hobbies. Her favorite foods include Milky Way candy bars, collard greens, NY strip steak with butter, soy-mustard roasted Brussels sprouts, and rum milkshakes. (Milkshakes are a food, right?)

  Zoe can be found at www.zoexrider.com, zoexrider.tumblr.com, zoexxxrider.tumblr.com (NSFW), twitter.com/zoexrider and facebook.com/zoexrider.

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  Also by Zoe X. Rider