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“Are
you coming to bed?” Jude asked with a yawn. Jude never really opened his eyes.
He wasn’t fully awake, Will decided, he didn’t know what he was saying. Will
didn’t want to react but he did. He linked their fingers together and leaned
back to smooth Jude’s hair back from his face again.

“Not
right now. I have work to do. I’ll be up soon.”
Would he? Jesus
. Did Jude even know who he was talking to?

“
M’kay
. Thank you… Will,” Jude sighed, his hand going slack
in Will’s grasp as sleep pulled him back under. Fuck, he knew. Will staggered
to his feet and stumbled from the room. No fucking way was he… did Jude really
want him to… or was Will jumping to the conclusion that Jude meant come to bed
with him and not on his own? He went down to the first floor and out into the
back courtyard. He stood beside the door, just under the second floor balcony
and watched rain splatter on the cobblestoned path leading to the back gate.
The weather was changing. It wasn’t quite as cold these days. It wasn’t warm
either, but the bone chilling winter weather seemed to be letting go. So why
was he shivering?

Will
wandered aimlessly around the house. He could go out. There was plenty to do on
a Monday night. Clubs were open. He had friends he hadn’t seen in a while. This
was New Orleans, there was always something to do. But instead, he found
himself sitting on the couch in front of the television on the second floor
flipping through channels.

Out
of habit, he found himself on ESPN, but quickly realized he did not want to see
how Green Bay spent the day after their big win, and he did not want to listen to
the talk about who would be jobless next season and who would likely be
drafted. Their quarterback was a twenty-one year old kid for fucksake, and more
kids coming in was just not something he wanted to think about. He found an
action movie on HBO. Blood, gore, and sex.

Just
what he liked… but with too many tits. Since when did he have a problem with
tits?

The soft thud of
footsteps on the floor above caught his attention, and he hit mute. The bathroom
door made its unmistakable squeak as it closed, but Jude didn’t come downstairs
afterward. He must have gone back to bed. At midnight, Will turned off the
television. Despite it being way too early to go to bed, he climbed the stairs
toward his bedroom. Once on the landing, however, he turned in the opposite
direction of his room.

He
found himself in Jude’s room. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor and
turned off the lamp. Almost as soon as he climbed into bed the warm body rolled
into his arms and sighed. Will nuzzled Jude’s forehead, breathing in his scent.
As if a switch had flipped in his brain, his restlessness settled, and the lack
of sleep from the night before caught up with him.

*

He
dreamed of sex. Incredible sex. Hot steamy sex. Long drawn out sex. Satisfying
sex. Just sex. All night long. One sex dream after another. So much sex that
his dick ached for relief.

Relief
came in the form of a dream so real that Will didn’t want to wake up. Soft lips
started at his neck, a sweet moan the only warning he had before those same
lips turned into teeth that tore at his skin. He rolled onto his back to give
the dream room. A hot body covered his, and the suckling and biting moved ever
lower. Will clawed the sheets. God, he wanted to end this torture. He gasped as
those same hot lips found his dick. He spread his legs at the insistence of a
knee, pulling them back to allow a body to settle there.

The
pink floral canopy floated into his dream eye. He saw a glint of sunlight from
a mirror on a wall, heard the honk of a horn in the distance. Voices out on the
street were shouting at some fucking idiot. Rough hands caressed his inner
thighs as those maddening lips opened around his dick. Tongue, then teeth, oh
fuck, sharp teeth.

“Don’t
bite,” Will told the dream. He dug his heels into the bed as he felt a tongue
slide slowly up his dick and then around the head of it “Suck me,” he whispered
roughly as he tried not to thrust into the heat engulfing him. The dream seemed
to hear his plea and took him deeper. He didn’t gag. He went slow sliding his
lips lower with each attempt. Fingers joined the mouth on his dick, and Will
bucked into the heat. God he needed more. “Feels good, Jude. Take me. All of
me.”

Jude
reached for his hands and linked their fingers as he tried. God, it was sloppy,
but fuck, he couldn’t remember a better way to wake up than having Jude’s mouth
all over him. “I think I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”

But
he did. Like a bastard, Jude slowly pulled off. With a sadistic laugh, he
kissed the inside of both of Will’s thighs. He didn’t speak as he climbed
Will’s body, kissing, biting, and doing everything in his power to make Will
ache with this incredible need. He ached with more than just the need to
orgasm. He wanted this to go on. He wanted so much more than just a blow job.
And Jude seemed to be in no hurry to climb off him. In fact, he seemed to be
enjoying the torment. He bit Will’s nipples. Hard enough to make Will cry out.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” But Jude never did as he was told. He stopped
and rose up on his knees between Will’s legs. His hair was spiked around his
face from sleep. His eyes remained half closed as if he wasn’t fully awake
himself. A slow smile tilted his mouth while a dimple appeared beneath the hair
on his chin.

“You’re
a bastard, Jude Brody.”

Jude
leaned over him almost as if he were going in for a morning kiss, but changed
direction at the last minute. Will closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip to
quell the disappointment. He wanted Jude to kiss him. No, fuck, he craved for
Jude to kiss him. The half-remembered kiss from the morning before wasn’t
enough. He heard the sound of a drawer opening and knew Jude had gone for
supplies.

The
scent of the strawberry scented lube from Levi’s drawer filled the air. He
wanted more. There would be more. So much more. There would be fucking, even if
he would be the one on the receiving end this time. His dick grew tight, almost
painfully tight. Fuck, he couldn’t remember ever being this hard. Even with the
drug in his system. God, he wanted this. He jerked when Jude gripped him with a
slick hand.

“Jude,”
he moaned as he fucked into the hand that stroked him. God, he was so fucking gone.
“Feels so good.”

Jude
leaned over him, brushed his lips across Will’s forehead as he climbed over
Will’s legs to straddle him. Still stroking him with a hand that wasn’t the
slightest bit small or delicate, Jude had him nearly ready to beg. Jude
released him at almost the point of no return. “You bastard, why do you keep
teasing me?” Will thrust up, searching for the heat he’d lost. Jude moved into
position over him. He held himself off the bed and off of Will, leaving Will to
hump the air. Then Jude caught his dick and his gaze holding each captive.
“It’s too soon. It’ll hurt,” he said, but Jude was already guiding him to the
right spot. His lips parted on a groan as Will’s dick slid deep inside him.
“Jude?”

“
Shh
, it’s okay,” Jude whispered and licked his lips. “I dreamed
about this. Mmmm, Will,” he said softly. Then Will saw the conflict in his
face, saw the struggle to keep from showing any emotion.

“Let
me see, Jude, show me how this feels.” He wanted everything, not just the
pleasant noises and the pretty face. “Let me in, Jude.” He wanted to see what
he did to the man.

“You
are in, inside me. Oh, fuck,
Weel
, fuck.” Jude’s eyes became molten whiskey, and just like
that, the mask fell away. He bit his lip and tried not to cry out. His face
went pale as the blood drained from there, only to return a second later to
brighten his cheeks and his chest. Will wrapped his arms around him and pulled
him close. Close enough to kiss. He wanted to kiss. He wanted to fuck. He took
control, and pressing his heels into the bed, he slammed into Jude, just to
watch him lose control.

“That’s
it, Jude, let me see you feel me. Let me see what I’m doing to you. I want to
see it. Oh, baby, you’re so beautiful right now. That’s good, Jude, ride my
dick, just like that.” Jude met his thrusts, forcing him to go slower, deeper.
Then Jude took control, aiming Will to that spot inside him that made his arms
shake. Sweat dripped from his forehead into Will’s mouth. He licked the salty
taste of him and craved more. “That’s it, Jude, fuck me, fuck me hard. You want
me to make you come. You want me—”

“I
want you, Will. Fuck, you make me feel so…you make me feel…” He threw his head back
and howled, his body shaking as orgasm ripped through him. His muscles clamped
down on Will so tightly that Will thought he would follow him over the edge.
“Fuck, Slayer.” Jude collapsed onto his chest when his arms gave out. “Fuck… me…
more. God help me, I want more.”

Without
hesitation, he lifted Jude and flipped him onto his back. Still inside him, he
slammed into him, hard, rougher than he’d ever taken anyone. “Like this? You
like this?” He shoved Jude’s legs wide apart and seated himself inside Jude’s body
as far as he could get. Jude held onto him. He was wrapped around him and
nodding with each punishing thrust. “You’re mine, Jude. Fucking made you mine.
Tell me you want this. Tell me. Tell me.” He dragged Jude’s head back by a fist
full of hair and held him captive. “Tell me, baby, tell me.”

“Yours.
Fuck, Slayer. I want you so fucking much. Don’t make me beg. I’m yours, you asshole.”
Jude drove his hips into Will’s, taking all of him, taking everything he could
throw at him. “I’m going to come. Harder.”

“Let
me see it. Look at me, don’t close your eyes, let me see you come.” He twisted
Jude’s hair, angling his head so that he couldn’t look away. Jude’s legs shook
violently, and his body soon followed. Then fire shot through his beautiful
eyes, his blood stained lips parted with a silent scream, and a scorching
ribbon of shot between them cum coating Will’s stomach and Jude’s chest.
“Jude,” was the only word left in his brain, and he couldn’t stop saying it as
his own orgasm shot from his body into his lover.

Pain ripped across
his scalp as Jude pulled his hair. “Show me, Slayer, don’t hide it, let me
see,” Jude begged, turning the tables on him. He held him with both hands,
forcing Will to give him the same pleasure of watching him fall apart. Will wanted
to give him more... He knew in that moment that he could give the man his heart
if it would always be like this.

When
everything had cooled down, Will lay sprawled on his lover, shaking from the
after effects, sweaty, weak, and in love. Jude nuzzled his neck and stroked his
back. There were no words now, at least none that he could think of that
wouldn’t be awkward.

“You
can get off me now,” Jude said, but he didn’t really seem ready to let him go.
“Fuck, I forgot the condom.”

Will
wanted to laugh; instead he eased from Jude and rolled onto his side, taking
Jude with him. Jude rose up on his elbow and shoved him onto his back. The
curly brown hair plastered to his face made him seem so much younger than he
was. Will had no idea how old he really was. He knew almost nothing about Jude
except that he did things to him that Will couldn’t explain. “How old are you,
Jude?”

“That’s
not exactly the question I was expecting. What does it matter?” Jude moved to
his side of the bed and turned his back to him. “What are we doing, Will?”

“I
don’t know. Sex. Good sex. I can’t remember the last time I woke up with
someone’s lips around my dick. So, you tell me what we’re doing. And tell me
how old you are, because I want to know. When is your birthday? Talk to me, babe.”

“I’m
not your babe, Will. Just because we are experimenting. That’s what we’re
doing. I guess, I don’t know.” His shoulders slumped, and Will crawled across
the bed and wrapped around him. “Fuck, you’re huge. Let go of me.”

“Nope,”
defied Will and dragged him back into the bed. When Jude tried to run, they
both fell backwards onto the pillows, Will’s arms still around Jude trapping
him in a bear hug. “I’m a… Levi calls me a man whore. I guess I am. I’ve been
with so many women I can’t even count them all. Or remember them all. I started
young, thirteen, because there was no one to tell me not to. Just

me and my mom. My dad
is a roughneck, do you know what that is?”

Jude
rolled to face him, digging an elbow into his gut with a smirk. “Oil rig worker.
Yeah I know, so what is this? ‘Bare our souls’ time? Because the sex was good,
you want to bond now?”

“You
are such a prick. You started this, just remember that much.” Will pushed the
sweaty curls away from Jude’s eyes. “And you need a haircut.”

“Maybe
I’m letting it grow out. Anyway who are you? My mother? I’ll get my hair cut when
I damn well feel like it.”

“I
could cut it. I could even shave it if you want. I think you’d look good bald.”

“Tell
me that when I start losing my hair.”

“I
was saying when you so rudely elbowed me, that despite my man whore status, I
have never been careless during sex.”

“You
say that while your cum is inside me. What makes me so special, Slater?”

“I
lose my fucking head around you. And like I said, this time was your fault. I
just want to tell you that I will get tested again, but I’m careful, and I’ve
always been careful. You don’t have anything to worry about from me. I have a
physical before each season. And I piss in a cup several times a season. Blood
work for the PEDs that don’t show up in urine. It’s SOP. If anything had turned
up out of the ordinary, they would have told me. I’m as healthy as a fucking
horse. But I’ll get the cheek swab and another blood test, anything you want so
that you know you have nothing to worry about.”