“Don’t kill me. I won’t…I won’t say anything to anyone. It would sound crazy if I tried. Please, I won’t tell anyone.”
He had to get out of here. This was crazy. This wasn’t right, and he shouldn’t be caught up in this kind of thing. He hadn’t done anything wrong for God’s sake. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go to bed, and he wanted to forget that all of this had ever happened. This was a bad dream.
“Our job isn’t to kill humans who see what we’re doing,” said the man with the braid, his voice sharp and irritated.
The man with the black hair shrugged. He was Asian, and he was as built as everyone else around Oscar. “It was just a suggestion.”
“Keep it to yourself.”
“Both of you, shut the fuck up.”
Oscar cringed a little at that. Those kinds of words didn’t imply that he was going to be in for a good time, and he looked back down at his hands.
He tried to. The man beside him, the one with the amazing voice and the touch that made shivers of pleasure rush through Oscar’s body, took him by the chin, forcing him to look.
Oscar didn’t want to look. He didn’t want this guy to have another reason for killing him, but he couldn’t shut his eyes. The second he got a full blast of that handsome face, the strong jaw, and those amazingly dark brown eyes, Oscar felt as if he’d been put under a spell. He might’ve even stared at the other man with his mouth slightly agape, and he could only imagine the stupidly ridiculous sight something like that would make.
He couldn’t help it. He was like a moth staring at a flame, and he wanted nothing more than to get closer and close to that intense, burning heat.
Meanwhile, the other man stared into Oscar’s eyes as if he’d found the cure for cancer in them. He exhaled a sharp breath, as if he’d been punched in the lungs, but he didn’t release Oscar’s face.
“What is it?” asked the man with the braid. “Is he possessed? Do you know him?”
“So we’re not going to kill him?”
“Gods, will you shut up!”
Something was happening to Oscar that he couldn’t explain. Two things swirled heavily inside him, both at war with each other, and he didn’t know which one was going to win, but he for damned sure knew how much he wanted this man.
He wanted this man, in bed, naked, inside of him, fucking him hard, fast and raw, growling into Oscar’s ear that he belonged to him. The whole bit. He wanted that.
He also felt the need to stick a knife in his back, to hurt him and laugh at his pain. Even now, the mental image of that seemed kind of funny, and Oscar’s heart slammed around in his chest as if it was about to explode. He didn’t know what to do.
“Do you recognize me?”
Oscar was still feeling that monumental high. It was the sensation that came right after an orgasm. He was buzzing and lightheaded, and he totally didn’t know what was going on around him, but this God of a man had just asked him a question, and despite the two things warring inside him, Oscar felt the need to answer.
“But you know me, right?”
Oscar nodded, his voice barely carrying. “Yes.”
Silence. Sweet silence that allowed Oscar to stare into those eyes. He wanted to reach his hands up, to thread his fingers through that black hair, but he held back. He wasn’t going to do that just yet. He was going to observe.
When a man went to an art show, he wasn’t supposed to touch the art. He was just supposed to admire it.
That was what he was doing. Oscar was going to admire some beautiful artwork. He was doing it drunkenly, but at least he was still showing his respect.
“Gods, Garrick, you look like you’re about to eat his face. Do you know him?”
Garrick. That was such an unusual but unique and strong name. How wonderful it was to hear it.
And then Garrick did something that totally caught Oscar off guard. He picked him up. Oscar wasn’t particularly tall or big. He thought he was about average in size, but this man shouldn’t have been able to hold on to him as if he weighed nothing at all. It was a rush on top of a rush.
“He’s my mate,” Garrick said to his friends, the same people who had killed those creepy shadow people by chopping off their heads and who had also openly talked about ending Oscar’s life.
“Your mate?” one of them asked, sounding shocked.
Oscar didn’t know who was talking because he was too busy sitting limply in Garrick’s arms. This was the only thing he wanted. If he died right here, he would be more than satisfied with the way his life had gone.
This was why he’d moved to Green Lake. This was that thing he’d felt calling to him in the back of his mind. This was it, and he finally had it.
No. He didn’t have it yet. But he would have it. Oscar let his fingers trace over the man’s leather jacket. He pushed it open as much as he could in his current position and let his fingers slide inside, searching for skin and disappointed when he felt a cotton T-shirt.
“He’s mine,” Garrick said, something of an odd-sounding growl in his voice. “And if any of you try to touch him—”
“Gods, Garrick, we won’t. Are you sure, though?”
“I’m sure,” Garrick said, looking down into Oscar’s eyes. “Just as sure as I am that the witch put something dark inside him.”
It was difficult to care when Garrick’s face was between Oscar’s legs and the way his tongue swirled around the thick head of Oscar’s cock was enough to make him lose himself entirely. He had no idea what the hell was going on, why he was here, anything, but fuck him if he was ever going to turn down a perfectly good blowjob.
And Garrick seemed to be a master of it. He hollowed his cheeks, increasing the pressure around the length of Oscar’s prick, which, in turn, made Oscar’s shoulders tense and his fingers clench a little tighter into Garrick’s black hair.
So long as Garrick didn’t complain, then Oscar assumed it was all right. Oscar needed something to hold on to, after all. This was going to be the third time Garrick made him orgasm. He was already on that peak again. The pleasure didn’t end, and it was as if there was a backlog of it somewhere within Oscar’s body. He couldn’t get enough. His body wouldn’t stop accepting all that pleasure and releasing it.
He couldn’t even get in a five-minute break between each orgasm before his dick and balls tensed and became sensitive again.
“Oh God, I’m going to come again. G-Garrick,” Oscar moaned helplessly. He couldn’t stop himself. He needed so much more. He needed this like he needed to breathe, and there was nothing else in the world that mattered other than reaching that final peak of pleasure.
Garrick didn’t stop, not even to take a break, and Oscar let his back fall onto the bed. He’d tried to sit up, to watch what Garrick was doing to him. Hell, he was such a master that Oscar figured he could learn a thing or two from him, but not now. Now he was so caught up in the pleasure that he couldn’t even sit up.
“Oh God, h-how is your jaw not getting sore?”
He wasn’t looking down at Garrick, but in that moment, Oscar was positive he could feel the other man smiling up at him, as if that was supposed to be a funny question.
Oscar was perfectly serious. He wanted to know how Garrick had this kind of stamina to go on and on and how he could make Oscar so wild.
Then Garrick did pull back. The absence of the man's lips on his cock was such a shock that Oscar had to look down at him.
Yeah, he was definitely smiling, and his lips were a little darker than they’d been before he’d started doing this. Oh God, he was so utterly sexy.
“Spread your legs wider for me.”
Oscar didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately did as he was told, noting the pleasure in Garrick’s eyes.
Then Oscar watched as the man’s finger moved to his hole, teasing the pucker, making Oscar’s breath hitch.
Then his eyes flew wide when he felt a pressure there. Garrick was trying to push his fingers inside him.
Garrick paused. “What’s the matter?”
God, Oscar couldn’t believe he had to explain this. His dick was still hard and pulsing, but he had to know. “Do you have any lube anywhere? We need that.”
Garrick blinked at him, as if for a single moment he didn’t quite understand what it was Oscar was saying, and then he shot to his feet. “Right. Right, I’ve got something.”
Garrick rushed naked into the adjoining bathroom. He didn’t shut the door behind him, so Oscar was able to watch as the other man scrambled through the drawers under the sink, searching. He didn’t look like the sort of guy who had ever scrambled around for anything in his entire life. He seemed like the sort who was always confident, always knew what he was doing, and always had a solution.
This was probably his first time having sex with a man. There was no way this guy was a virgin. Oscar didn’t get that vibe from him, but he was definitely picking up on the fact that Garrick wasn’t used to this kind of sex.
Oscar didn’t understand that, but he found himself not caring in the least when Garrick returned to the bedroom with a smile and a bottle.
Both were beautiful sights to see.
“Sorry. I just got excited and forgot it.”
Oscar nodded. He would let the bigger, taller man pretend as if he’d secretly known what he was doing all along. Oscar didn’t mind a little bravery for show, so long as he didn’t come out of it in pain.
He realized he was going to have to be a bit of a backseat driver with this if he wanted to make sure Garrick did everything right, but that was fine.
A quick glance was enough to see his fingernails were clean and trimmed, so Oscar didn’t have anything to worry about right there.
Garrick poured some of the lube onto his fingers. He briefly glanced at Oscar, still pretending as if he knew what he was doing.
“I like it when there’s lots,” Oscar said.
Garrick nodded, using more on his fingers before returning them to Oscar’s asshole.
Oscar sighed when he felt Garrick’s touch. That was better. That was so much better, and now that he could feel the fingers of this man pressing against him, properly lubricated this time, Oscar felt his body open up more. He was more receptive to the touch, and that burning desire that still scorched within him was finally starting to get some relief.
“You like this?”
“Deeper,” Oscar replied. He did like it, but he needed Garrick to find his prostate. The burning pleasure of having his fingers inside wasn’t enough. Oscar was greedy. He needed so much more if he was going to get through this without losing his mind.
Oscar sighed, feeling those fingers coming so close, so amazingly close to his prostate that the shocks of pleasure were right there.
“Almost there. H-hook your fingers a little.”