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“It’s
just a flesh wound. You’ll survive. Get Slayer to kiss it and make it better.”
Dylan turned to him and winked.

Jude
couldn’t help but laugh. “I believe Staff Sargent Sunday, that you have earned
an undeserved reputation for being a hard ass, when in fact you are a softy
with a great sense of humor.”

“Don’t
tell anybody, Judy. I’ll do what I have to do to maintain that illusion.” Dylan
finished boxing up everything in the bedroom except Will’s clothes. All that
was left was a pile of glass and dust bunnies waiting to be swept up. “This is
depressing as hell.”

Jude
followed his gaze around the room to the now bare walls and the uncluttered
furniture. He’d picked up the contemporary black lacquer bedroom set his first
year in law school when he was pretending to be older than he was. “I was
twenty when I bought this stuff. This and the couch in the den. The rest of the
house was empty. Feels too much like that again. Why did he leave this stuff
and destroy the good stuff?”

“This
looks masculine, cheap and ugly, but masculine, like a man lives in this room. I’m
thinking that Will’s little hang ups about homosexuality probably run in the
family, except they are more pronounced and apparently violent in his whacked
out cousin. With his drug addiction, the possibility that he’s stooped to
prostituting himself to feed his addiction, all seem to point to some
deep-seated issues. He lashed out at everything that screamed ‘faggot.’” Dylan
found the broom behind the door and started sweeping the hardwood floors while
Jude considered this theory.

“Will’s hang ups…?” Jude inquired, not
entirely sure what he was fishing for.

Dylan
stopped sweeping. He leaned against the broom and stared out the door into the hallway.
“Will didn’t exactly side with Bo when everything hit the fan. But he didn’t
shun him, either. He’s made some comments that could be taken the wrong way,
but most of those have been recent. Before you showed up, he sidestepped the
whole topic. I’d guess he’s ashamed of having thoughts and feelings, but not so
ashamed that he can’t get past his upbringing. Most likely there’s an extremely
religious parental figure in their common history. But, he’s…different lately.
Because of you.”

The
kiss from the night before came back to him in vivid color. Not the desperate
kiss from the kitchen, but Will’s face as he leaned over him in this very bed.
He was tender, almost loving, and very surprised. Then Jude remembered the
pained look on Will’s face a few hours after that when the true seriousness of
Jude’s injury became evident at the bar. “And that’s what scares me the most.
I’m usually the one blamed when it all goes horribly wrong.”

“Welcome
to the club.” Dylan scooped up the trash on the floor and carried it out of the
room, leaving Jude alone to try and make sense of the last few minutes.
Failing, he reached for the pain meds on the night stand and held the amber
bottle in his hand. He shook one out and swallowed it down dry. He couldn’t
escape the feeling that this was all his fault.

Maybe
a few hours of oblivion would make things clearer. Because what could possibly
be any worse than falling in love with a man who could crush your skull with
just his hands?

The
same man’s homophobic, drug-addicted cousin came to mind.

Chapter
Twenty

“Judy,”
he whispered against Jude’s ear. A bit of a nip to his ear lobe and a huff of
warm breath accompanied the teasing whisper.

“I’m
sleeping,” Jude replied begrudgingly after a moment as he wrapped an arm over
the hard muscled back of his tormentor and snuggled in closer to the source of
his torment—torment in the form of hot breath, a warm tongue, and the scrape of
stubble against his jaw. Despite the delicious torment, his mind wasn’t ready
to swim to the surface
but
his body was seriously considering waking up.

“And
I’m checking on you,” Will announced, nibbling his neck while he slid his hand
over Jude’s belly. Lightly. Jude still winced when his side was jostled.
“
Dressing is
dry.
No more blood.”

“Mmm,
told you I would be fine.” Jude arched his hips in search of the questing hand hoping
Will would get the message without him having to ask. “You smell nice.”

“I
showered. You don’t smell so nice. But I kind of like it. Man sweat. Who knew,
man sweat was such a turn on?”

Jude
leaned his head back for Will to trail kisses over his throat. “Want you so
much.”

“You
need to eat something first. And sleep more.” Will’s body shifted, one knee
nudged between Jude’s legs, as Will’s hard muscled body covered his uninjured
side.

“I
was asleep, you woke me up.” Jude turned his face to meet the next kiss and
caught Will’s mouth. He nibbled his lower lip as Will skimmed his hand into
Jude’s sweatpants. “Is it wrong that I could get really used to you waking me
up like this?”

Will
smiled against Jude’s mouth. “I try not to think about wrong when it comes to
sex.”

“Since
when?” Jude lost the hot mouth but it wasn’t too much of a loss, considering
the mouth in question was sucking his throat.

“Harder,”
Jude commanded.

“I’ll
mark you,” Will warned.

“I
want you to mark me.” Who was he kidding? He wanted Will to fucking brand him
if it meant having his mouth and hands all over him.

Will
grunted and dragged Jude’s pants down past his hips, but he still didn’t touch
him. “How is it you get so hot so fast?”

“Have no idea. You
make me hot. Fuck, Slayer, stop playing with me.” Jude resorted to begging
after all, yet his dick still went untouched.

“You
call me ‘Slayer’ when you want me to fuck you. Have you noticed? You say my
name in your charming southern drawl when you’re… I love the way you say my
name when you come. Makes me horny.”

“Everything
makes you horny.” Jude humped air looking for some contact. “And you make me
horny when you get carried away. Why is that?”

Will
grew still. Jude could still feel the warm breath on his neck, but Will didn’t
move or kiss or seduce. Jude finally opened his eyes to find that night had
fallen while he’d slept, and the only light in the room came from the open
doorway. With Will still and quiet, he could hear voices coming from
downstairs. “Not everything makes me horny. That’s why I went on the ED drugs
in the first place. I couldn’t get…” Will closed his eyes tight as if he were
embarrassed. “I haven’t been sexually attracted to anyone in years. Now it
seems I can’t keep it in my pants. The more you respond to what I do to you,
the more you want what I do to you, the more I want you because I get off on
how easy it is to get off with you.”

“I’m
easy? That’s a first.” Jude didn’t care that Will was using him for sex. His
dick ached for relief. “So, it’s sex. Hot fucking easy sex. Nobody gets
pregnant. There’s no expectations of a ring. When we’ve gotten it out of our
systems, we walk away.”

“You
make it sound so…uncomplicated.” Will slid his hand between them, and Jude
could feel him unbutton his jeans and work his zipper down. “I fuck you with no
strings attached. No picking out wedding cakes. No prenups. No lawyers. No one
gives a shit about anything but getting off.”

“Sounds
about right.” The pain in his chest at the admission was easily ignored. It
didn’t matter that Will wasn’t the monogamous type. Jude wasn’t either, not
anymore. He’d been through enough to know that there was no such thing as happy
ever after. “If you don’t fucking kiss me—“

“Oh,
baby, I’m going to do a whole lot more than just kiss you.” Will reached for something
on the bed. The plastic pop of a lid piqued Jude’s curiosity. “I’m going to
give you what you crave.”

Hot
lips met his. Jude wanted to get lost in the familiar violet gaze, but Will’s
eyes were covered in shadow, so Jude just closed his eyes. Will sucked Jude’s
tongue into his mouth and slid his hand under Jude’s ass. Slick fingers scraped
down his crease to massage his asshole. Jude lifted his free leg and rolled
into him allowing him access. “That’s my baby, let me inside you. I’ll make you
feel so good,” Will begged, and Jude hissed back against Will’s lips as he
pushed one finger inside him. “Just this, Jude. I don’t want to hurt you. Wrap
your leg over mine.” Jude tucked his foot behind Will’s knee and wrapped his
other arm around the man’s waist.

Will
moved against him, sliding his dick beside Jude’s while he eased his finger in
deeper. “Kiss me, just like this.” Jude took control of Will’s mouth, licking
inside, while Will held his hip with one hand and finger fucked him with the
other. Jude was on fire. His whole body burned with some primitive need to
abandon all sanity. “Deeper,” he demanded. “Find my spot.” When Will did, Jude
lost all sense of himself. All that mattered was the to-and-fro rhythm he set,
rubbing himself against Will to and fucking Will’s finger fro. “Make me come. I
love when you make me come. Feels so good when you make me come.”

“I
know. I love…this is so fucking hot, Jude. Watching you ride my finger. God,
baby, you don’t know what this is doing to me. Watching you makes me want to
feel your tight ass wrapped around my dick. I want to feel your ass muscles
suck me off. I want to fill you with come and fuck you harder.”

“Do
it. Fuck me just like that.” Jude threw his head back as Will slipped a second
finger inside him. “Another. Fill me up. Fuck me, Will, make me come. Want to
feel you fuck your cum into me. God.” Will ground their hips together, the
friction pushing him to some new height of pleasure. “I want…”

“What
do you want? Tell me, Jude. God, I love listening to you while we fuck, your
voice, your moans, tell me what you want.” Will rolled him flat on his back,
then used the bed to hold Jude impaled on his fingers as he humped against him,
grinding their dicks together through the now slick mess of their dripping
cocks. “Tell me what you want.”

“To
be inside you. To fuck you while your fingers are inside me. I want you to make
me come like that.
Weelyum
, harder.
Tell me you…” Jude tried to spread his legs wider but was trapped. He tried to
ride Will’s fingers, but Will held him tight. He ran his hand behind Will and
into his jeans. Delving one dry finger into him, he dug his other hand into
Will’s hip. “Fuck me harder. Tell me you love me while you fuck me.”

“I
love you,” Will growled, then smashed his lips into Jude’s, forcing his tongue
into Jude’s mouth. He tongue fucked him to the same rhythm he set with his
entire body. “I love you. Fucking come. I want to see you come.” Jude
splintered into a million pieces at the words. His mouth was filled with tongue
and his ass filled with fingers, rough fingers pounding into that spot and
making him into Will’s puppet. He came hard, spewing hot cum between them while
Will chanted “I love you” and fucked him harder.

“Jesus,”
Jude whispered as Will slammed into him. Fucking his dick into Jude’s belly, he
breathed hard. The bed springs creaked loudly, and the headboard banged against
the wall. Jude didn’t care who heard. He wanted this to never end. He
wanted…”Come for me, Slayer. Look at me. Let me see your pretty eyes when you
come.”

“Jude,”
Will growled and thrust against him hard one last time, throwing his head back
in the same movement. “Jude,” he said again, his voice breaking. “Love…oh god,
I love you. Love fucking you. God fuck damn.” His body shook as his orgasm
continued for long seconds. Heat slathered Jude’s belly and soaked his shirt.
“Fucking love this.” He collapsed onto, Jude brushing a tender kiss to Jude’s
lips as he fell. The kiss was tender enough that for one insane moment, Jude
actually believed this could be something more than just fucking. For one brief
moment, he believed that Will was capable of loving him.

Someone
down stairs shouted “Touchdown,” as Will rolled away. Reality came back like a
bitch. This was nothing but sex and Will was nothing but a horny jock.

*
* * * *

Sunday
morning started off way too early. Will dragged Jude out of bed and into the
shower before Levi or Tracy could use up all of the hot water. Jude, still
somewhat dazed and fuzzy from the lingering effects of the pain meds, was not
cooperative in washing himself. Maybe he was more than happy for Will to handle
his man parts, but there wasn’t time for fun this morning. He got Jude bathed
without any horseplay and left him in the front bedroom to dress while he went
downstairs to start coffee.

Tracy
was already the kitchen sipping out of a large steaming mug. Bacon sizzled on
the stove. A carton of eggs sat on the counter. Slices of bread lay near the
toaster. Tomatoes were sliced and waiting for serving. “How’s Jude this
morning?” He asked handing Will a mug.

“Better.”
Will didn’t look him in the eye. After last night when everyone in the house
had listened in, he couldn’t find the courage… “Fuck it. He’s great. Okay.
There. The night was great.”

“So
we heard.” Tracy flipped the bacon and turned back to Will as if he were waiting
for something.

“Well,
you weren’t exactly quiet either. I didn’t realize the walls in this house were
so damned thin.” Will brought out the butter and jelly while he was at the
fridge getting cream.