Chapter 115
The sharp smell of gasoline assaulted his senses—only when he held his breath did he realize he’d gotten it back. The coppery scent of his own blood made him swoon. “Stay under there,” Darian said. Stacy didn’t need to be told twice.
Sirens screamed into the night, deafening as they neared. Stacy pinched his tender nose and waited, hoped, prayedfor the bleeding to stop…and the madness to end.
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Later, after Lamar zoomed off with a patrol car in pursuit and Darian gave a statement to the police, Stacy crawled out from under the truck. An emt on the scene checked his nose to make sure it wasn’t broken, then closed the cut on his cheek with butterfly-shaped bandages. “You’ll pull through,” she told him, wiping the dirt and blood off his face. Stacy stared at a spot on the ground by her feet and didn’t answer.
He let Darian help him up into the cab of the truck and they drove home in silence, each lost in his own thoughts. At the house Stacy followed Darian inside, through the living room and up the stairs without stopping. But when Stacy turned down the hall, heading for the guest room, Darian touched his waist to stop him. “Stacy,” he said, his voice unusually gruff. “This way.”
Stacy allowed Darian to turn him around and found himself in a tight embrace. “Look at you,” Darian murmured, tracing the cut on his cheek with a gentle finger.
“I’m all right,” Stacy sighed. His head throbbed and pain flared through his nose with each breath he took; he looked a mess, he knew it, and tomorrow most of his face would be bruised, his whole body would ache. But right this moment, Darian held him close and he wanted nothing more than to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep beside the man. If only he didn’t have his own room to go to, his own bed to sleep in. Leaning his head against Darian’s strong chest, Stacy admitted, “So much for getting lucky tonight.”
“Stace.” When he looked up, Darian kissed him. Their lips met, hesitant, and then Stacy opened to him. Darian’s tongue slipped into him as their kiss deepened, his hands clenching in Stacy’s shirt. Against Stacy’s mouth, Darian whispered, “Stay with me tonight, will you? We don’t have to rush into anything but God, Stacy, you don’t know how hard it’s been having you down the hall when all I wanted was you beside me.”
Stacy grinned through the pain. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
Darian took his hand and led the way into his bedroom. “It’s not much,” he said, switching on the light, “but the bed’s big enough for two.”
The room looked like Stacy’s own, though the colors were darker, black and burgundy and teal. Stacy sat on the edge of the bed and resisted the urge to stretch out along the cool silk comforter. “This is nice,” he said, smoothing a hand along the rustling material. “Very sexy. I can’t imagine what it feels like to sleep in naked.”
Leaning down to claim another kiss, Darian asked, “Want to find out?”
With a laugh, Stacy stood up and pulled his shirt off over his head. “We have to go slow. I hurt all over—”
Darian’s lips closed over his, silencing him. Stacy dropped his shirt to the floor and fumbled with the buttons down the front of Darian’s chest. His friend’s large fingers easily unzipped Stacy’s jeans and pushed them to the floor. When Stacy got Darian’s shirt open, he unbuckled Darian’s belt and slipped both hands into the front of Darian’s briefs to cup the thick erection filling the front of his jeans. “Oh Jesus,” Stacy laughed. “Three inches my ass. This feels like you’ve got half a yard shoved down here. Lemme see.”
He squatted in front of Darian, tugging down his pants to expose a cock easily twice as thick as Stacy’s own. “Damn,” he started, then opened wide to take the monster in his mouth. He tasted salty pre-come as he licked down Darian’s shaft, his lips massaging the length as he took it in as far as it would go. When he let it slip free, he buried his face in the kinked hair at Darian’s crotch and breathed deep the musky smell of the man before him.
Nuzzling Darian’s balls, Stacy wrapped his arms around his friend’s hips and delved his fingers into the cleft between Darian’s huge buttocks. When his thumb traced the sensitive skin around Darian’s tight hole, Stacy felt his friend’s hands fist in his hair and he giggled again at the way Darian gasped. The cock above him went from semi-interested to shazam!Stacy found himself being lifted from the floor as Darian eased him onto the bed. “Go slow,” Stacy reminded him.