Outcome (Aftermath #2) (12 page)

"I—" Remy's chin wrinkled. More than raindrops clung to his eyelashes. "Everyone disappears," he gritted out thickly. "This is easier."

"I'm not going anywhere." Chase slid both his hands up Remy's neck and dipped low to rest their foreheads together. In response, Remy's eyes widened. Uncertainty flashed past. "Trust me."

"Chase, w-what're you—"

Before Remy could get out another word, Chase kissed him.

Remy gasped, his hands flying to Chase's waist. Chase took the opportunity to push his tongue into Remy's mouth, and it triggered Remy to kiss back. He moved his hands up Chase's chest and groaned.

The heat that had simmered beneath the surface erupted at once; the steady acceleration of Chase's heartbeat turned into a furious drumming. His cock throbbed as blood surged south, and his pulse skyrocketed. The kiss was bruising and passionate, tasting of grapes, coffee, and rain.

Chase lost the last ounce of restraint when Remy stood on his toes and threw his arms around Chase's neck.

The impact of their slick torsos colliding sent a shiver down Chase's spine. "Inside," he grunted, sucking lightly on the ring in Remy's bottom lip. They had to get back inside.
Now
. Where it wasn’t pouring down, where there was a bed. His hands roamed over Remy's body and turned them around.

"Yeah. God, yeah." Remy deepened the kiss and let Chase guide them toward the cabin. Never breaking contact. The rain, the wet ground, the thunder—none of it was obstacle enough. "I thought it was just me." Remy moaned as he swept the tip of his tongue over Chase's scruffy chin. Then back to his mouth for a deep kiss. "Oh fuck, Chase." At that point, Remy's back hit the wall right next to the door of the cabin, and with the strip of roof overhead shielding them from the storm, Chase's libido decided it was time for a break. "Never—never in a million years did I think…"

Chase let out a gritty groan as he thrust his pelvis against Remy's and felt their cocks sliding together. "Don’t think." 'Cause Chase couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He'd deal with the consequences afterward, but his body buzzed with too much urgency right now to stop and think. There was only one thing he had to say right now. He slowed the kiss and grasped Remy's chin, opening his eyes to find the most incredible sight ever. "It's not just you, though."

Remy's cheeks were flushed with exertion, his eyes full of desire, and Chase kissed away a couple raindrops along Remy's jaw and neck.

"Yeah, we need a bed," Remy muttered, outta breath.

Chapter 14

Remy was still shocked by the time they fell down on his bed, but he went with it. The questions he had for Chase grew steadily in the background as they got lost in each other, though with Chase underneath him, they were easy to ignore.

Chase was an intoxicating kisser, passionate and affectionate and aggressive all at once, and he was all hands. They moved over Remy's body with a hint of desperation and a whole lot of greed.

It allowed Remy to unleash every ounce of longing he had inside him. For now, he didn't have to force himself to push everyone away. Instead he could get as close as he wanted and give and take and give and take.

He moaned into Chase's mouth, feeling all that ruggedness beneath him. Chase was a man's man; he had the outlaw biker look down, but there was more, wasn’t there? When they kissed, they kissed long and deep. When they touched, it was sensual and purposeful.

When Chase gave Remy's towel a tug, Remy broke the kiss and sat back between Chase's parted legs. The towel was easily taken care of, and then he leaned forward to get rid of Chase's sweats.

Fuck me
. Chase was a big man everywhere.

"Come here." Chase shifted to the side to make room for Remy, who complied—maybe a bit too eagerly. "Is this a bad idea?"

"Probably." Remy hitched a leg over Chase's hip and pulled Chase half on top of him. "I'm not stopping, though."
Please don’t stop.

"Good." Chase kissed him again as more thunder moved over the small cabin. A breeze from the open window stirred the air inside, and Remy drew closer to Chase's warmth. "Christ, Remy." Remy shuddered violently at the desire in Chase's husky voice and exposed his neck as Chase dipped low to kiss his skin. "You're beautiful. A beautiful fucking mess."

Those words wrecked Remy. Not long ago, he would've been pissed off at the smallest compliment, but with Chase…the words were sincere and they
fit
. If Remy had any good qualities left, he felt like he could count on Chase to see them. The good
and
the bad.
A beautiful fucking mess
.

"You want to sort me out?" Remy closed his eyes and groaned, feeling Chase's hand gliding up his thigh. "You're supposed to—" But he couldn’t finish that sentence. He couldn’t add
"hate me,"
because he was done. One last time, he was going to allow himself to hope. "Touch me."

"I can do that." Chase wrapped his fingers around Remy's cock, and they both tilted their heads together to kiss hungrily. "I have to."

They moved on instinct, urgency taking over. Remy's goal was to get closer and closer and closer, a goal Chase seemed to share. Remy bucked into Chase's hand, moaning in pleasure. But the cravings ran too deep for him to stop at hands.

He nudged Chase back and crawled on top of him, his hands dropping to the pillow above Chase's shoulders. Lining up their cocks, he fisted as much as he could of both of them and leaned down to kiss Chase's chest.

"Jesus fuck." Chase weaved his fingers through Remy's hair and tugged enough for Remy to feel it everywhere. The sensation shot sparks throughout him, awakening him further.

Remy licked and teased Chase's nipples until they were tight little points. He reveled in the heat between them, the closeness, the feel of Chase's hard cock rubbing along his.
Wet
. He wanted them slick and throbbing. Kissing farther down, he made Chase moan with a sharp nip to his hipbone.

"Spread your legs more." Remy settled down on the mattress and nuzzled the base of Chase's cock. He breathed in the musky scent, his mouth watering. Without permission, Remy's mind flashed forward, and he cursed the fact that they didn’t have protection nearby, but… "Is it safe?"

He'd never been with anyone he trusted enough to ask that question. Not even before his life was shattered. But Remy was desperate enough to throw caution to the wind with Chase and
trust
.

"I'm cleaner than a fucking virgin." Chase let out a breathy laugh, a little bitter, a lot aroused. "I gotta feel you, Remy."

That was that. Never breaking the gaze, Remy licked the underside of Chase's thick cock before taking as much as he could inside his mouth. And Chase's reaction… God, it turned him on. He watched as Chase tensed up and let his head fall back. His torso became more defined, and the sexiest hissing sound slipped through Chase's lips.

The salty flavor of pure man made Remy zone out and focus on his own pleasure. He traced the ridges of Chase's cock with his tongue, sucking harder and harder until his jaw ached. He finally closed his eyes and allowed his body to take over.

"Christ, Remy." Chase groaned. "Your fucking tongue…"

Remy breathed through his nose and hummed, enjoying himself even more when Chase began to fuck his mouth slowly. Being framed by Chase's muscular thighs, sucking his cock, feeling his body heat…Remy was forced to grab his own dick to relieve some pressure.

"I wanna take care of you." Chase's gritty whisper caused Remy to snap back to the present. The sheer ravenousness Chase's eyes unleashed made Remy's cock painfully hard. "Now. Get up here before I lose it."

Remy complied without a second thought and soon found himself in Chase's strong arms. They circled him possessively and protectively as Chase pressed his cock against Remy's, and with the demanding kiss that followed, Remy was soon stripped bare of his internal armor.

His thoughts came out unfiltered and raw. "Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop." He panted against Chase's neck, tasting the skin there when he licked his lips. "God, you taste so good. Oh, fuck." Pushing his hips forward, he dug his fingernails into Chase's firm ass and pulled them together harder.
More
. "I need you." Chase groaned and sank his teeth into Remy's shoulder. "I might resort to violence if-if—
fuck
." Remy screwed his eyes shut for one second in an attempt to clear his head. "I know I haven't earned your trust, but I swear I'm clean—"

Chase grabbed Remy's jaw and cut him off with a hard kiss. "You don’t gotta twist my arm. What do you want?"

Remy blew out a breath and dropped his forehead to Chase's collarbone. "You." Slipping a hand between them, he palmed the heads of their cocks and smeared pre-come along the shafts. "I'm vers, so it doesn’t matter to me right now, as long as we fuck."

Chase cursed, his lips brushing over Remy's temple. "I'm guessing vers stands for versatile?"

"Oh. Uh, yeah." Remy was used to guys who could be found on Grindr, and they knew the terminology. The fact that Chase was probably the last man to have an app on his phone for hookups only made Remy want him more. Remy was so fucking done with all that. "What about you?" He kissed his way up to Chase's mouth. "Top…?"

Chase kissed him back slowly, so deeply, and shook his head no. "I've enjoyed both."

To Remy, it sounded like Chase was speaking more in past tense than present. A couple more questions were added to his list, but now certainly wasn’t the time to ask. Instead he rolled on top of Chase and shivered in anticipation, his body having decided what he wanted.

"I want you to fuck me." He sucked lightly on Chase's bottom lip. "I need it." The more he thought about it, the stronger his desire became.

Chase swallowed audibly and nodded minutely. "But I don’t have anything—"

"I do." Remy jumped off the bed and aimed for the kitchen. "I have a best friend with dry hands, thanks to spending the last six years with kindergartners and glitter glue." Therefore, Minna always had a small bottle of baby oil with aloe lying around. Remy found it in a cupboard under the sink and returned to the bed.

Chase halted him by sitting up and gripping Remy's hips. "I would've figured it was a tattoo aftercare thing."

Remy hauled in a breath as Chase leaned forward and pressed his mouth to where thigh met groin.
Please suck me
. "Baby oil? Oh, no." He threaded his fingers in Chase's hair, keeping him in place. Though, it didn’t look as if Chase had plans to back away. He kissed and nuzzled closer to Remy's cock. "That—that would be one awful tattoo artist." Why the hell was he still talking? "
Fuck
, Chase."

Chase sucked him down, not stopping until Remy's cock hit the back of his throat. Two large, warm hands palmed Remy's ass, and he shuddered at the hot, wet suction.

Too good
. Unless they wanted it to be over soon, it was time to ease off.

*

Few things could stop Chase once he'd gotten the taste of Remy's cock, but Remy begging to be fucked was one of them. He pulled Remy down with him on the bed and covered his lithe body with his own. He was insatiable, eager to lick and kiss every inch of Remy's skin.

Remy gasped when Chase flicked those tantalizing nipple piercings with his tongue. "Shit—do it again."

Chase settled next to Remy and grabbed the oil from the nightstand. While drizzling some into his hand, he lowered his mouth to Remy's piercings, then returned the bottle. "Spread." He nudged Remy's legs farther apart and began rubbing in the slick oil. In slow, firm strokes, he moved his hand over Remy's cock, under his balls, and into the crease between his ass cheeks.

He took his time, loving every hitched breath and moan Remy gave. Long strokes of Remy's cock, massaging his balls and inner thighs, and pushing two then three fingers deep inside his ass had Remy writhing in minutes. At the same time, Chase's mouth never left Remy's chest.

Remy groaned and lifted his hips for more. "I'm fucking beyond ready."

So was Chase. He kneeled between Remy's legs then frowned when Remy made a move to turn over.

Remy paused and flicked a look of uncertainty. "You don't want me on my stomach?"

Chase's brows rose, and he wondered if that was what Remy was used to. "No, I wanna see you." At that, Remy looked surprised and…shy? That didn’t make sense. "This is exactly what I want." He hovered over Remy and kissed the corner of his mouth. "To see you while you take my cock."

"Damn," Remy breathed out. His hands slid up Chase's biceps, drawing him nearer. "You make me feel shit."

Chase grinned genuinely, a chuckle slipping out. For one second, he felt tons lighter. "As long as it’s not
like
shit." Grabbing his cock, he shifted closer and pressed the head against Remy's tight, hot, slick opening. "Hell." He gritted his teeth as he pressed inside.

Remy closed his eyes and moaned, his head tipping back. "Chase—oh fuck, Chase."

"Yeah…" Chase let out a labored breath, pausing when he was all in. He tried to relax his muscles, but it was impossible. Wound tight and throbbing, he wasn’t even sure he'd be able to stop once it was over. "Gimme your mouth." Goddamn, he could barely form words.

Chase took Remy's mouth in a long kiss and linked their fingers together on the pillow above Remy's head. Simultaneously, Chase pulled out his cock then pushed back in again and stole Remy's breath.

Remy gasped and squeezed Chase's fingers. "Harder."

Chase fucked him harder. Deeper. Powerless without self-control.

Fresh perspiration dampened their bodies, and they moved together as if they'd done it a thousand times before. When Chase released Remy's hands, they were quick to latch on to Chase's shoulders, arms, chest—wherever they could roam. Each push of Chase's hips was met by Remy's own thrust, and where one mouth went, the other tried to follow.

"Wrap your legs around me." Chase grunted as he slammed in. With a hand between them, he fisted Remy's cock and stroked it until it was hard as steel. "Yeah, fuck—that’s it." Remy's heels dug in to Chase's ass, spurring him on, but most of all, making sure more parts of them touched. That was what it came down to for Chase: touch. He'd been sick with loneliness, and now it frustrated him that he couldn’t get close enough. He wanted
all
of Remy.

Only Remy
, a quiet voice hinted, but the thought scared the life outta him. Too risky to even consider. He silenced that inner voice with a growl, though he couldn’t stop the possessiveness flowing through his veins. It seeped into the kiss he gave Remy.

Remy seemed to respond in kind. He kissed his way along Chase's neck and nipped sharply enough for every sting to shoot sparks down Chase's body. Remy's fingers dug in a little deeper, he thrust upward a little rougher, and he sucked on Chase's flesh a little harder.

Chase was getting close, and tasting the bead of sweat trickling down Remy's temple brought him to the edge. His balls drew up, and his muscles ached with tension.

"Come," Remy panted. "I'm…I'm—" He cut off, his eyes closing and a long moan escaping.

Noticing the expression of intense pleasure on Remy's face, Chase looked down between them. Saw his own cock pushing in and out of Remy's perfect ass. Saw his own fist working Remy's perfect cock, slick with pre-come and oil. And saw the first rope of come pulsing out of it.

"Oh, Christ." Chase lost it. His mouth watered at the sight, but he couldn’t keep his eyes open. With a low growl, he rammed deep inside Remy and went rigid as the orgasm took over. Buried so tight, he felt his come rushing up his shaft before it filled Remy's ass. He didn't breathe, and the only part of him still moving was the hand stroking Remy.