Bad Influence by K.A. Mitchell
He tangled his fingers in Zeb’s hair, keeping him leashed to an exchange of breath and taste. Zeb parted his lips, drew Silver’s tongue inside. The groan that met him, the hands that dragged his hips forward, whether their connection was special or not, Silver knew what Zeb was asking, even before he tore his mouth free to whisper, “I want you inside me.”
Chapter Twenty-One
SILVER KNEW he should say something back. Something real about his feelings, about having missed this for too long. But with his cock draining the blood from his brain, he could only grab Zeb’s ass through his khakis and mumble, “Okay.”
The sky opened with a solid crack that stunned Silver’s senses like a shot to the back of the head. The instant his heart started again, rain drowned them in an inverted ocean.
Inside the lighted house were towels and safety—and questions and decisions and delays.
Silver grabbed Zeb’s hand and ran for the garage, kicked open the side door, and then sealed them inside. He didn’t want time to think, for uncertainty to seep in and wash away how right everything had felt a minute ago. He stripped off his shirt and tossed it. Zeb did the same before they slammed together, mouths and fingers frantic, like they had to find a way into each other.
Silver couldn’t get enough of the rain taste and ozone smell on Zeb’s skin. Sweeter than fresh laundry and shower water, carrying a rush and threat of energy from the storm, it drowned out the moldy-leaf-and-oil odor hanging in the close air. Everything was sharper, burned hotter under clammy skin. Silver raked his teeth across Zeb’s nipple, squeezed his ass through the soggy cotton.
“Yes.” Zeb groaned it into Silver’s ear, hot breath on hair standing on end. “Now, now, now, now.” Zeb tore at the front of Silver’s shorts, impatient fingers yanking the rivet out of the button.
Zeb went to his knees to deal with the rest of the barriers, not even bothering with the boxer briefs as he pulled Silver’s dick through the slit and into scalding-wet heat.
The contrast of mouth with dank, clinging clothes made Silver jump, hips flexing back and forth. Zeb gasped and sputtered, and it took every bit of control Silver had left not to force his way in, make that muscle convulse around the head of his cock as Zeb fought for breath. After a moment Silver eased back, rubbing the head across Zeb’s lips, while Zeb’s tongue tried to recapture him.
With a floundering hand, Silver found the light switch. One glance at the floor made Silver haul Zeb up and steer him toward the workbench. It was only few steps, but in the space of those seconds Silver’s chest got tight, an anxious wave threatening to flood his brain with a million doubts and questions.
Zeb spun back and kissed him, and there was some proof to Zeb’s earlier words. The kiss fed Silver fresh oxygen, sharp as a winter rush of it when you surrender to need over warmth and peel the scarf from your face. He clung to Zeb’s shoulders, their hair dripping rain into the kiss.
Zeb wriggled a little, and then his slacks brushed damp and heavy over Silver’s legs on the way to the floor. Grabbing Silver’s hand, Zeb shoved a condom and a small lube packet into his palm.
“What kind of movie were you planning on?” Silver asked against the prickle of Zeb’s jaw.
Zeb’s breath came out in a huff, and he lifted his head to give Silver better access. “Anything that got us here.”
As Silver reached forward to put the condom and lube on the bench, Zeb turned away, hands braced wide on the plywood, lean back and muscular ass on display. Silver ran a hand down Zeb’s spine. Drops of water from his hair sparkled as they found paths along that length. Silver lapped one with his tongue, and then followed another all the way down, until his lips rested in a silky patch of hair at the top of Zeb’s ass. They’d tried a lot of new things together in those six months. But not this. A teasing flick of Silver’s tongue made Zeb groan and arch his back.
A flash lit up everything like one of Eli’s polarized images, and then a shock wave of thunder shook the building, the echoes and rumbles lasting another minute. After another blast that shook the windows, the bare light bulb popped and went out.
When Silver’s hearing came back, the rain was a solid wall of sound until Zeb’s harsh plea came out of the dark. “Don’t stop.”
Silver licked the little indentation. “I think I can find my way by feel.”
Spreading Zeb’s cheeks, Silver swiped the crease with his tongue. The muscles under his hands quivered. Another lap, wetter, a long, flat press against the hole. It was hard to tell if Zeb’s shocked gasp being audible over the rain meant that he’d never been rimmed or that he really liked it.
Pushing down on Zeb’s back got his ass up higher. Silver stopped teasing and focused his licks on the tight space he wanted into, breathing in Zeb’s sweat, his ass, all of it flavored by the cool rain. The taste was almost like his cock and balls, but darker, more intense. Zeb’s legs shook, and Silver wrapped one arm around Zeb’s hips to keep him steady. Silver moved his mouth like in a kiss, darting just the tip of his tongue inside, the muscle shifting and twitching in response.
Zeb’s ragged breathing reached Silver over the rain, changes in length and pitch helping guide him on how much, how far to push. Zeb’s ass was soft and open, breaths deep when Silver kissed and sucked. The stab of his tongue made Zeb shake, his breath almost a whine.
Wetting a finger, Silver used it next to his tongue, humming and licking until the pressure eased enough to slide it in. He dropped to his knees so his mouth could reach the smooth skin right behind Zeb’s balls, then ran his tongue over the sac, drawing one and then the other in his mouth while fucking with his finger.
“God, Silver, please.” The drawn-out last syllable disappeared in another blast of thunder.
Zeb’s pleading and the burst of electricity drenched Silver in power, confidence. Blood rushed everywhere, hot and full and loose like he’d had a hit of amyl. Silver flowed up Zeb’s back, lips below his ear. He pressed a second finger to Zeb’s hole, rubbed, then pushed the tip in.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
He didn’t know which of them liked it more. Zeb being forced to say it, or Silver hearing the filthy words from Zeb’s mouth.
“Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
Silver did his own groaning when he had to tuck his cock back in to get those too-fucking-tight boxer briefs down his legs. Slapping his hand around on the plywood, he picked up a sliver and finally the lube and condom.
Another moan from Zeb distracted Silver enough that he forgot to worry about how his cock would react to the latex sheath until it was already rolled down to the base. It felt a little weird coating it with lube, the slick glide on his hand but not feeling it on the skin, like trying to jack a mirror image of his cock.
He used every last bit of the lube on his fingers and around Zeb’s hole, working it inside him as his back bowed and he pushed up.
“Fuck. Now.”
Silver grabbed Zeb’s circling hips and held him steady, using the other hand to line them up.
He’d thought the condom would make things harder. But in the pitch-black with nothing but the feel of their bodies and the sound of Zeb’s breath to guide him, Silver was even more aware of the pulse and twitch of muscle that told him how fast to go and when to back off.
He sank in, only the head, and then the clamp of muscles telling him too much, too soon. He eased out and smoothed a hand down Zeb’s back and over his hip. Rubbing the tip over Zeb’s hole, Silver felt Zeb relax again, ass softening enough to let Silver in. Another breath as he waited for the pulse and softening that would let him slide home.
Then he was in deep. Everything hot and tight and pulsing around him. Zeb so perfect around Silver’s cock. Clenching on him, shaking under him. Sucking air in such quick breaths that Silver found himself echoing the rhythm.
In the back of Silver’s mind, a tiny alarm shrilled. There was something he was supposed to be worried about, something he had to be careful with, but with his belly
The pressure eased, and Silver shifted his hips, making more room inside Zeb’s body.
Zeb’s breathing slowed. “So good. You feel so good in me.”
Silver started a slow rolling motion, but Zeb’s hand came down on Silver’s where it rested on Zeb’s hip.
“Just fuck me.”
Silver nodded against Zeb’s back, snaking an arm under his chest, wrapping his hand around the opposite shoulder for leverage. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. Zeb’s hand tightened on Silver’s.
They blew out a simultaneous breath. “Yes.”
It didn’t matter how long it had been. This was as easy and as impossibly good as the first time. So good Silver was afraid he was going to come almost as fast as he had then. Pressure, exquisite rippling friction, gripped his cock along every inch, clinging, milking him with every thrust. The heat inside him ramped up a thousand degrees. He needed Zeb just as out of his mind.
Using the grip on Zeb’s shoulder, Silver shifted them, rocking a little side to side, until he heard the gasp that told him he had the angle he needed. He lowered his head to Zeb’s shoulder and pumped his hips.
A final squeeze and Zeb’s hand was gone. Silver’s ears strained to hear the slap and slide of Zeb’s hand on his cock. It was Silver’s turn to beg. He fucked as hard and fast as he could, but the more he tried to drive Zeb over, the closer Silver got to the edge. He held it back, internal muscles almost cramping with the effort.
“Come for me.” Silver turned his head, lips brushing Zeb’s hair. “Want to feel you come around my dick.”
Zeb bucked forward, body jerking like he was pile-driving an ass under him. Silver put his mouth on Zeb’s collarbone, sucking a small bite into it.
He gasped and shuddered, ass suddenly soft before it locked down hard, pulses constricting around Silver’s cock, pumping him up and over the edge. He let himself go over. A few hard pumps of his hips and then he slammed deep, filling Zeb’s ass with come.
A wave of panic brought him back to earth. No. The condom. It was still there. He flooded the condom. His infected spunk was safely contained. Gripping the base to keep it on, he pulled out of Zeb’s ass.
Zeb tensed, grunted, then looked over his shoulder, eyes glittering in the dark. “What—oh.”
Silver pinched the tip and stripped the latex off his dick. Since his brain was no longer hijacked by his dick, he was starting to think dragging Zeb in here probably hadn’t been the best plan.
“Silver?”
He stepped back toward Zeb, dropping the condom on the workbench and putting his other hand on Zeb’s shoulder. The wood chip in his middle finger slid in deeper. “Hope you didn’t get slivers. Guess this wasn’t—maybe we should have—”
“I came so hard I thought the top of my head would blow off.” Zeb turned and wrapped his arms around Silver’s waist. “Nothing could get through the skin on these hands.” With a squeeze, Zeb added, “And we had the bed and the candles last time.”
Silver’s laugh was barely more than a hard breath. “Yeah, we did.”
Zeb put his hand on Silver’s cheek. “And I’ve never felt closer to anyone than I do right now.”
“But it’s always going to be complicated.” Silver gestured in the direction of the condom. “Even if you fuck me, you’d have to wear one.”
“Maybe we could just focus on what we do have. What we’ve found again.” Zeb’s hand fell away. “Unless I’m the only one feeling like that.”
“No.” Silver rested his forehead on Zeb’s shoulder. “You’re not the only one.”
Pulling wet pants back up over recently swollen body parts made for a really uncomfortable trip back into the house. Silver tried switching on the kitchen light, forgetting the power was out. He patted his way through the kitchen to the bathroom to flush the condom. He’d half expected Eli to pounce as soon as they hit the kitchen door, but he and Quinn and Marco were lying in wait, Marco on the air mattress, in the living room.
“Thought maybe you got washed away.” Eli glanced up from the tablet, face reflecting in blue and white.
“We were in the garage.” Silver shivered. The AC wasn’t running, but the house was still cool enough to chill his wet skin.
“I know. I saw the light when I went to check.”
“Was your date good?” Marco tipped his flashlight in their direction. “Eli told me you’d had plans tonight.”
“Seriously?” Silver didn’t know who he was more exasperated with, Eli or Marco or himself for giving them so much ammunition. His boxer briefs were tucked in the front pocket of his cargo shorts, and he hadn’t bothered with a shirt. Zeb looked even more… fucked. Untucked, stained shirt and wrinkled slacks.
“Let me have that for a minute.” Silver yanked the flashlight away from Marco. To Zeb, Silver said, “C’mon,” and started for the stairs. Dealing with the Inquisition would be easier after they cleaned up.
Zeb pulled Silver back. “Uh.”
“What?”
“I can’t stay.”
They had to do this with a fucking audience? Silver backed Zeb toward the dining room.
“I don’t have another change of clothes. And these are—”
“Trashed,” Silver finished for him.
“I’d invite you home with me, but….”
Silver nodded. He didn’t want to hassle with Quinn and his overdeveloped sense of responsibility. Plus there was Marco. He was only there because of Silver. It wasn’t exactly fair to stick Eli and Quinn with babysitting duties.
“When’s your next night off?” Zeb asked.
“The day after forever? I don’t know. I’ll see the new schedule tomorrow. And text you.”
Silver wasn’t sure who moved first, but the space between them disappeared, foreheads pressed together, arms around each other’s waist. Not kissing, but sharing breath.
“Name the time and I’ll be there.” Zeb’s hands rested on the base of Silver’s spine, one stacked over the other, hot on his cold skin.
He wanted to believe in that touch, like he wanted to believe in the promise. “I go in front of the judge a week from today. The sixteenth. I’d like you to be there.”
“What time?”
“One o’clock.”
“I’ll be there.” Zeb’s prompt answer didn’t seem possible. Silver knew the last day of school was June 18. Quinn had been counting it down on the kitchen calendar.
Silver didn’t know he’d leaned back until he realized he was searching Zeb’s eyes for the truth.
“It’s another assessment day. The kids are gone by eleven forty-five. I’m supposed to be there, but as long as my paperwork is done, I can get it off.”
Silver nodded, and Zeb kissed him. “You’re not going to jail.”
Silver didn’t trust his voice, so he nodded again.
Zeb tipped up Silver’s chin. Like in the garage, the kiss gave him the air his tight lungs wouldn’t let him have.
Silver stepped back sooner than he wanted to. “I’ll go get your stuff from upstairs.”
“It’s right here.” Zeb pointed the flashlight at the laptop bag in the corner of the dining room.
“Right.”
Nothing felt right. Zeb might feel like finding each other again put his life back together, but as far as Silver was concerned, all the pieces were still up in the air.
Quinn met them in the hall and took the flashlight from Silver. “I’ll walk you out.”
None of it was Quinn’s fault, but with potentially a week left of freedom, this whole setup felt like a leash around Silver’s neck. Was he really going to spend it going to work and studying for some stupid test?
He stood at the open door as Quinn and Zeb went down the steps through the steady rain. “Don’t take the Daddy role so seriously, Quinn. It’s not like I was a virgin.”
Eli came up behind Silver. “I think he’s kind of worried Marco’s brother might show up again. Told me to not go anywhere alone for a while. Like I can’t take care of myself.”
Silver heard the eye roll in Eli’s voice. Zeb turned back for a second, shaking his head and smiling.
As the possibility Silver was just starting to put some hope in got in the car, his brand-new responsibility came up and bit him in the ass.
“How old were you when you weren’t a virgin?” Marco asked, holding another flashlight.
Silver knew how Marco would react to the answer but admitted the truth anyway. “Seventeen. But not for lack of trying a lot sooner.”
Marco sighed then turned the light on Eli’s face. “Fifteen, but we’re not talking about it.”
Marco frowned.
Silver put a hand on Marco’s shoulder. “I guess we need to get you a phone. And some clothes. How long are your classes paid for?”
“I don’t know.”
Silver hoped it was the way the flashlight made shadows that put the haunted look in Marco’s eyes.
“We’ll go to the college and talk to them.”
“We’d better start early, then,” Eli said. When Silver looked at him, Eli added, “You said clothes. And this will make Quinn happy while I be your bodyguard. Nine o’clock?” At least it would keep him from obsessing over how many days of freedom he might have left. And it would be nice making sure Marco had things a little easier than Eli or Silver had.
“Yeah. That’s fine.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
OUTFITTING MARCO with a few basics was more fun than Silver had expected. Free to be himself, Marco felt less like a responsibility and more like a friend again. Silver and Eli split the costs of a couple changes of clothes and a prepaid phone with one hundred minutes on it. When Eli found a pair of alarmingly tight and tiny shorts for Marco and announced they’d be perfect for Pride, Marco’s delight at realizing he’d be able to go made Silver sorry he’d miss seeing it. Being in Mount Vernon meant the restaurant was packed all day during Pride.