Afire: Entire Blinded Series (17 page)

His cheeks heated at the thought, and he slid his hands down Lee's outer thighs, the skin changing from smooth softness to hair-covered rough. His palms tingled, so he resumed his attention on his lover's arse—until Lee rolled over and presented him with the sight of his rigid cock. He reached up and unknotted Ryan's tie, pulling it off and holding it up.

"Tie my hands?” he asked.

Ryan took the tie and bound Lee's wrists, loose enough that he could free himself if he chose. Lee lay back and put his hands above his head and jerked his abdomen, clearly eager for Ryan to take him in hand again.

Grabbing the oil bottle, Ryan poured a small amount into his hand and fisted Lee, drawing his grip down slowly. The oil added swiftness to the glide, and he took his oily hand from Lee and freed then clasped himself. He took Lee's stiffness in his other hand and matched the up-and-down motions on both cocks, making eye contact with Lee.

His eyes conveyed many things—love, adoration, and trust among a jumble of others. Ryan looked down at Lee's legs and nodded, indicating that Lee close them when Ryan lifted one knee. He straddled Lee's thighs, still pumping their cocks, and pushed out his hips. Letting go of himself, he pressed his length to Lee's and grasped both cocks in two hands, massaging them together in slow, even strokes. Lee sucked in a breath and licked his lips. Ryan gritted his teeth, the burn of orgasm close—too close—and gazed at Lee through half-lidded eyes.

"Faster?” he asked.

Lee nodded, and his cock vein throbbed along with Ryan's, the sensation powerful and heady. Ryan worked them faster, clasping them tighter. His balls gently slapped against Lee's, heightening his desire. Lee bucked and closed his eyes, a strangled grunt leaving him with panted breaths. Ryan's tummy somersaulted at the sight of him, Lee's cheeks flushed with desire, his lips slightly parted.

"Undo my shirt,” Ryan gasped, fighting to hold back his orgasm.

Lee brought his joined hands up and raised his torso, fumbling with the buttons.

"Lay back down."

He did, and Ryan arched over their cocks, watching his hands moving, turned on to such a degree he released a stuttered moan. Every twitch and throb of Lee's cock matched his own, the sensations too much to take. Their cocks exploded together, cum shooting out and coating Ryan's chest and belly. He pumped on, revelling in the waves of ecstasy as ripple after ripple undulated up and down his shaft and throughout his balls. Their scents combined, the aroma coaxing more cum from Ryan, and Lee's body jolt and “Ah, fuck!” spurred a last rope of cum to leave Ryan. Lee's cock spewed three quick jets at the same time he cried out, and he clenched his fists and teeth, riding out the pleasure.

Spent and sweating, Ryan released them and lowered onto Lee, covering the other's fists with his cupped hands. He bent his head for a long sweet kiss, the breaths dashing out of their nostrils indicating their quickened heartbeats. Tongues duelling, Ryan explored Lee's mouth until his breathing regulated and his cock stopped throbbing.

He snuggled by Lee's side then, arm draped over his belly, leg hooked over his, holding him possessively close. Sleep called quietly, luring him in, and he closed his eyes, sated and exhausted, ready for their busy day tomorrow. The start of their new life together.

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Ryan settled in at the cabin like he'd always been there, you know? I didn't mind his things being in places that usually lay bare—in fact, I welcomed them. I'd wanted him for so long, and this...us as a couple. After we'd left his flat, Ryan bringing quite a few belongings with him, the car loaded up so we couldn't see out the back window, we'd travelled to Biddingford for a fresh start. Yeah, I'd already done that by leaving the town I'd known all my life, but this time was different. I was free of all burdens, had the knowledge that I answered to no one but me from now on. Ryan's excitement transferred to me. He'd never been away from home, and despite a tearful goodbye to his parents, he was raring to go.

He also settled in at work well, and our routine slipped in without notice. We're aware of one another's moods from knowing each other a long time, and, well, we just get along. Always have. I can't really remember a time when he wasn't in my life, making everything better, making me laugh. His acute sense of knowing what to say and when to say it amazes me. Almost like he reads my thoughts, but I guess we're so in tune he just picks up on every little thing that indicates whether I'm happy or sad, pissed off or melancholy. I'm the same with him. With a certain look from him I can tell what mood he's in, what he's trying to say without words.

Three months have sped by—where the hell did they go? We haven't talked about the money Mum left me or what we should do with it. I say we, because what's mine is Ryan's now, know what I mean? There he is on the other end of the sofa, gaze glued to the TV, and I wonder if he's actually taking in what he's watching or whether he's thinking other things like me.

"What's on your mind,” he says; not a question but words that show he knows me inside and out.

"Just thinking."

"About?” He turns from the TV to look at me, bringing his legs up under him and settling his back against the arm rest.

"Maybe going somewhere nice. If you're up for it.” I shrug.

"Doubt the boss will give me time off yet. Not been there long enough, surely."

"There is that.” I pause and stretch out so my feet rest on his knees. He smoothes his hand up and down my shin, and I continue. “No harm in asking when's the earliest you can take a holiday, is there. I know I had shit loads of time off to go back...to...but he's a good sort. You never know."

"Yeah. Be nice."

I get up and go out into the hallway, stooping to pick up my boots. “Fancy a walk? I'm bored shitless."

Ryan swings his legs to the floor and looks out the window then back to the TV. “Could do. Going into the village for a pint?"

I shake my head and pull my boots on. “Nah. Fancied going into the forest."

"What, in the dark?” Ryan smiles.

His cheek dimples set my stomach to clenching—fucking love those dimples—and he stands, stretching his arms toward the ceiling. I take him in, loving the way his T-shirt rises and gives me a glimpse of his belly button and the line of hair going from there down beneath his waistband. What rests below that comes to mind, a cock I love the feel of in my hands, balls I cup and fondle as though they were made for my palm.

"Yep, in the dark.” I brush the backs of my fingers down his cheek and press a quick kiss to his lips. “We could get up to all sorts out there..."

He laughs and bends down, putting on his boots. “Get your coat on, man. I want to see what you've got planned.” Shirking into his, he zips it up and moves toward the front door, flicking on the external light.

A shadow passes the glass, obscured because of the net curtain, but I saw it all right. Just a fleeting swoosh of movement, but no one should be out there at this time of night. I frown and hold up my hand.

"Don't open it yet. Saw someone out there.” I go into the living room, heart beating fast, and peer through the nets hanging at the window. Nothing's out there except the expanse of grass, the tree-lined path that leads down the hill towards town, and the glittering lights of the village. Still, I'm a little uneasy and return to the hallway, stopping beside Ryan at the front door and shrugging on my jacket. “Nothing out there now, but I saw someone walk past the door."

"We're not expecting anyone, are we?” Ryan's brow furrows, and he turns the lock to open the door.

"Are we ever? No fucker comes here except Josh."

Ryan swings the door open, and I step outside, glancing to the right where the shadow headed. The light illuminates the immediate area, but beyond that, darkness is thick and black.

"Reckon we ought to abandon the walk?” Ryan asks.

He looks at me, and I know he doesn't want to go out there now—and not because he's scared for himself either. He'd rather wait and see if anyone knocks on the door and deal with them then.

"Yep, but I want to know who the fuck is out here.” I re-enter the cabin and stride to the kitchen, pulling open the drawer beside the sink. The torch we use when the power goes out sits inside, and I take it, switching it on as I walk back down the hall. “Back in a minute."

"Fuck going out there on your own, Lee!"

I walk to the right, towards the edge of the circle of light. The front door closes with a soft snick, and Ryan's footsteps shuffle the grass behind me. I stare into the pitch, unable to see anything beyond the swathe of torchlight, so pan the area with the beam. It picks up the grass, the arc of the hill ledge in the distance, and the stretch of starless sky but nothing more. Glancing to my left, I listen for movement other than ours while looking at the yellowed dots and squares—the lights of the village.

Who the hell would come up here? Everyone knows everybody else in the village. No strangers have come to visit that I know of. Unless Josh is messing about? Yeah, I wouldn't put it past him.

Ryan arrives at my side, hands bunched, thick fists darkened by the night. “I can't see anything. You sure you—"

"Yep, I'm sure.” I lean close to whisper, “Reckon it's Josh fucking about. Shh!"

I take Ryan's wrist then switch off the torch, turning back to check Josh isn't standing on our doorstep with his usual stupid grin. He isn't there, so I tug Ryan down the side of the cabin and around the back. The edges of our garden kind of blend onto the hilltop, so we shift along the rear of the house to the back door.

It stands ajar, and my guts roll over.

"Did you leave this open?” I whisper, looking at Ryan.

Light from the kitchen shines through the window in the back door and highlights his fearful expression. He's frowning, and his mouth is downturned as though he's thinking back to whether or not we'd been out the back tonight. I hadn't.

"No."

"Shit.” Would Josh go this far with a joke? I don't think so, and my instincts tell me something is off. Tangible fear comes off the pair of us, and I think about how we'll deal with a stranger breaking in. Odd that they chose this place. I know it's out of the way, but their escape route is limited to the path down the hill or the forest edging it. Stealing a TV and getting away quickly isn't on the cards. So if someone is up here and it isn't to steal,
why
are they here?

"The light was off when we went out the front door just now.” Ryan swallows audibly.

"Right."

Shit!

Taking a deep breath, I step inside, the torch held out in front of me in case some bastard's in here and I need to strike. Ryan's right behind me, and he closes the door. I creep out of the kitchen and down the hallway, leaning against the wall opposite the stairs. Peering around the living room doorjamb, I stare inside. No one—unless they're behind the door. I look at the space between door and frame—again, no one there.

I point upstairs and look at Ryan, who takes his phone out of his pocket. Thankful one of us has a modicum of sense, I take the stairs slowly, the hallway light fading into dark the higher I climb. Ryan stands at the bottom, looking up at me. He holds up his hands to ask whether he should stay or follow, and I shrug. I've got no fucking clue what he should do. Part of me thinks he ought to stay where he is so he can call for help if someone
is
up there and I shout out, but the other part...fuck, I'm shitting myself, if I'm honest. Don't want to do this alone. I jerk my head, indicating that he come with me, and he nods.

On the landing, I narrow my eyes to see in the semi-darkness. Two doors stand closed—the bathroom and spare bedroom—but our bedroom door is half open, the exterior light bleeding through the thin curtains. It offers enough for me to see better, and I push open the door, expecting it to rebound off someone hiding behind it. With a dull thud, the handle smacks into the wall, and there isn't a damn soul in here except me, Ryan at my back.

I turn and look at him, eyes wide and brows raised in silent question: Did I imagine that shadow, or what?

He shrugs and cocks his head toward the other doors. This time he's leading, and I'm apprehensive about that. Yeah, he's usually the one who acts like he has more balls than me, but when it comes to protecting him, to sticking up for him...

Ryan opens the bathroom door and pushes it wide. Nothing. The spare door comes next, and he does the same.

No bastard is in there! What the fuck is going on?

A creak sounds, loud and ominous, and I reckon it came from downstairs. Fuck, what if someone only
made
it look like they'd come inside? What if we're up here and they're now down there? I glance at Ryan, and he takes the stairs, dashing down them in an attempt to catch whoever the hell made that noise. Rushing after him, I almost slip on a middle step and grab the banister rail to steady myself. My heart beats way too fast, and my legs and guts hollow. Ryan barges into the living room—the light is still on, and it's clear no one is here. For a second, I wonder if I'm going mad, whether the shadow was a trick of the light, but shit, the air seems charged with badness now. I trail Ryan down the hall and into the kitchen.

The back door is open again, but no one is here.
Is the catch faulty? Is that it?

Ryan turns to look at me. “What the fuck?” he mouths.

I shrug, and he walks over to close the door again, locking it this time. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and something rustles behind me. Ryan spins to face me, eyes going wide as he looks over my shoulder. His mouth opens in slow motion, and I swivel toward the hallway, my gaze first taking in the fact that the small door to the cupboard under the stairs is open and then to the man standing behind it. And the gun he holds pointing at me, his wrists resting on the top of the door.

"Doug?” His names leaves my mouth as a squeak.

He sneers, lips curled and ugly. “What kind of wanker doesn't check the cupboard under the stairs?"

Ryan steps up beside me. I can't take my gaze off Doug—
what the fuck is he doing here?
—but from the corner of my eye I see Ryan's fists bunch. Questions flash through my mind in a split second: Why does he have a gun? How did he find us? What does he want?