Page 96 of Seeing Blood
“Are you…”
“I’m good,” Bryn said.He was.He wasn’t.He was everything at once, raw edges and flayed nerves, the pain making everything more real somehow.“Hold it there for a second.”
Gunnar loomed over him, uncertain, eyes bright with want and concern.That combination made Bryn ache in a way that had nothing to do with his ribs.Every second Gunnar didn’t move, didn’t close the gap, Bryn wanted him more.
“Fuck me, Gunnar.Do it now.”
Gunnar’s eyes darkened.“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t.You won’t.I need you.”
Gunnar stripped him, careful with the shirt but rougher with the jeans and briefs, pulling them past Bryn’s knees and off.Fresh bruises had blossomed, livid on Bryn’s pale skin.Gunnar gripped his hips and there would be more marks but Bryn welcomed bruises that came from love not violence.That came from Gunnar.
Gunnar found lube from somewhere then pinned him in place.He slathered his cock in gel before wiping the excess on Bryn’s thigh.
“Hey!That’s cold.”
“No shit, Sherlock.It’s all over my dick, remember?”
He pushed into Bryn’s channel, slow and steady.The initial pain was a distant echo to the fire in his ribs, but after a second the pleasure blew out everything else.
Gunnar got into a rhythm.He pressed Bryn’s knees apart, hips rolling slow and deliberate, tilting Bryn’s pelvis just enough.Bryn urged him to go faster, harder, but Gunnar only gave it in increments, dialing up the force a little more with each pass.
“Are you hurting?”
“Shut up.”Bryn managed to grate out the words.“Fuck me.”He dug his heels into Gunnar’s hips, urging him deeper.“Don’t you dare stop.”
Bryn’s cock ached.He reached down to stroke himself, but Gunnar swatted his hand away.“Let me,” Gunnar rasped, voice almost gone.Then he fisted Bryn’s shaft and Bryn’s brain malfunctioned.
Gunnar’s rhythm splintered at the end, and he buried his face in the crook of Bryn’s shoulder, muffling his groan as he came.Bryn felt the heat bloom inside and he shivered with something that felt like triumph.He finished a moment later, Gunnar’s hand locked around him, his grip making everything bigger.He didn’t want Gunnar to move.Didn’t want the world to come back in.
They stayed there, until after a minute, Gunnar eased himself out, then rolled onto his back.Bryn turned to look at him, really look—the flush in his cheeks, the way strands of his hair stuck to his damp skin.Gunnar caught him staring and gave him a lopsided grin.
“You always have to test limits, don’t you?”
Bryn shrugged, or tried to.“How else do I know where they are?”He wasn’t sure when he started laughing, but it bubbled up of its own accord, and Gunnar joined in.
“We should sleep.It’s been quite a day.I love you.”
“Yeah.Love you too.”Bryn closed his eyes, feeling the bruises, the ache, the warmth inside and out.He told himself that if he could fall asleep right there, next to Gunnar, then everything would sort itself out by morning.He didn’t believe it, but the self-deception made it easier to breathe.
Gunnar didn’t say anything else.Bryn didn’t need him to.For now, everything worth saying had been said, and anything left was a problem for tomorrow.
