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Leeās cheeks were pried open wider then sharp teeth nipped his pucker. āDar, Christ, baby, I canāt think!ā
āThat was the plan,ā Darren said. āThat, and to make you scream. Love hearing you scream when you come.ā
Lee figured heād be screaming pretty damn soon with the way Darren was going at his hole, tonguing it with bold deep thrusts, Darrenās teeth scraping over the wrinkled furls time and again. Lee reached for his dick, intending to clamp his fingers around the base to stave off his orgasm for as long as he could.
As soon as Leeās hand started to close around his hot, hard cock, he felt a combination assault to his holeāteeth, tongue, lips that then sealed tight as kiss around his opening, and suction. Lee screamed, he whimpered, he went mindless as his climax tore up from his balls and seared a path through his nerve endings. He hadnāt even got in a stroke or much of a hold on his dick yet but it throbbed and sprayed ribbons of spunk on his stomach and hand.
Leeās legs gave out and he collapsed on the bed as he panted heavily. Heād almost managed to get his breathing somewhere in the range of normal when his ankles were grabbed and tugged.
āCan you get your legs under you? Just curl up for meāyeah, like that.ā Darren traced a spot on Leeās ass then pushed. Heat flared out from the spot, coiling around the base of Leeās spine as he folded his knees under him. Slick fingers penetrated him, stretching his hole.
āI donāt think you need as much of thisāāDarren twisted his fingers deep into Leeās assāāsince I worked this little hole over so well.ā
Lee tried to see Darrenās face but his position made it impossible. He wanted Darren to see his expression so his lover wouldnāt doubt he meant what he was going to say. āDar, just fuck me already!ā
āIām gonna, just let me findā¦ā Those fingers wriggled and tickled Leeās gland, warming him from the inside out. āThatās what I was looking for.ā
The slight pressure to his prostate was making Leeās dick hard again, his balls tingle and tighten. He shoved back as Darren pushed his fingers in deep, stretching Leeās ring until it burned. Lee tried to beg but the garbled sound that sprung from his lips was wordless.
Darren tapped a finger against Leeās gland and asked, āYouāre ready, arenāt you? Begging for my cock?ā Then his fingers were gone and the blunt head of his dick speared Lee as Darren gripped his hips and filled Leeās ass in one fierce thrust.
Lee rocked back into each stroke, desperate for the ecstasy he could almost taste, he was so close. When Darren reached under and palmed Leeās dick, Lee howled and bucked, grinding his ass against Darrenās groin. Darren grunted and fucked him like a beast, pounding into him, dropping onto Leeās back and biting his neck and shoulders as he jerked Leeās rod.
Lee tried to bring his legs further under him, craving the feel of Darren splitting him deep. Darren flicked the slit of Leeās cock then pinched it and Lee wailed, clenching his ass and thighs, his stomach going rock hard as he came. Darren bit him where neck and shoulder joined and rammed his dick in Leeās ass one last time before shuddering and moaning as he came.
āGod, Lee,ā Darren rasped, āit just keeps getting better.ā
Lee thought he nodded but wasnāt sure. Darren was right, every time they touched each other it was more intense, the sex more meaningful, more powerfulāmore everything. And Lee didnāt think that would ever change.
* * * *
Stefan checked the cave. The ring was gone. That was good, that was what heād wanted Lee and Darren to find. He would have tried to tell them sooner, like, as soon as he realized he was dead and still here, but he hadnāt known howāand heād been scared, because this, like he was, was better than being dead and gone. Heād fretted about the ring, but had been too chicken heād just poof into nothingness if his murderer was caught. Stefan had seen movies like that, where a ghost had to hang around until their killer was caught and stuff.
Butā¦Conner was here, and his killer had been caughtāor killed, and that hadnāt been a good thing for that poor detective with the scars. Conner had told Stefan about Rich Montoya being haunted by the man whoād cut him up. Stefan thought that had to be the worst thing heād ever heard, even worse than being dead.
Well, what should he do now? Stefan wished he could sit and talk to Darren like he used to. He missed Darren so much, more than Lee, even though Lee was his brother. Darren had been there for Stefan, until Stefan had screwed up and trusted the wrong person. Heād been stupid for spending any time with Johnny, and stupider still for not telling anyone.
Stefan curled up like Conner had shown him, making himself small even though he was nothing. The pangs of loneliness werenāt new, but they still hurt and Stefan didnāt think heād ever get used to them.
āYou donāt have to, Stefan. You have friends here, like me.ā
Stefan focused really hard and managed to make out a shimmering form. He still couldnāt focus right!
āYouāll get there. Now scoot over and make some room for me.ā
Stefan laughed at Connerās silly comment because they didnāt have aā¦a corporeal body, thatās what Conner had called it. But Stefan moved a little anyway, because Conner was here and he was Stefanās friend, which meant Stefan wasnāt alone anymore.
Chapter Thirteen
Johnny Chapman didnāt look any different than he had in high school, Darren decided once Johnny finally opened his front door. Well, his motherās front door, since Johnny still lived at home. Darren didnāt miss the slight widening of Johnnyās eyes or the panicked flare of his nostrils
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