Page 6 of Steady Stroke
They kissed their way down the hall to Lincoln’s room, which had once been Bobby’s room. The full bed made everything pretty cramped but it served its purpose, and tonight its purpose was as a fuck pad. Clothes came off in no particular order. Tom had a pretty spectacular body, all hard muscles and smooth, waxed skin.
Lincoln grabbed a condom and lube, and put them on the bedside table for future use.
More groping, rubbing, and kissing eventually led toLincoln on his back with Tom’s mouth around his dick, and fuck yeah, that felt good. Way better than his own right hand, and Tom knew what he was doing. Lincoln came fast, a little surprised when he realized Tom had swallowed his load.
They hadn’t exactly swapped particulars, and Lincoln’s beer- and endorphin-soaked brain didn’t mind. He felt really good for a change, and he was having sex for the first time in forever, and he held on to that while Tom rolled him over and got him up on all fours.
While Lincoln preferred to top, he was vers, and if getting fucked was up next, he’d go with it. Whatever. Sex was sex.
Tiny dots appeared in his vision, and Lincoln willed them to go away. The cold, lube-covered finger that speared his ass surprised a yelp out of him. Tiny hammers started banging at the inside of his skull, right behind his eyeballs.
No. Not right now, stop.
Worst possible time for a migraine to set in.
Tom didn’t prep him long, and the shock of penetration, followed by a powerful sting, stopped him from immediately realizing why something wasn’t right. The sudden shift into hard fucking turned those tiny hammers into giant ice picks that clawed at his eyes. Lincoln dropped onto his elbows, a wave of dizziness warning him.
“Dude, slow down,” he said.
If Tom heard him, he didn’t listen. Lincoln turned his throbbing head, prepared to say it again, and something on the side table made his chest tighten. The unopened condom.
“Stop.”
Tom caged his body in and kept fucking him. Icy panic slithered in Lincoln’s gut, but he got one arm around to feel, to be sure.
The asshole was fucking him bare.
Lincoln tried to buck against him. “Stop.”
“Almost there,” Tom panted.
He started shaking, and more of those spots appeared, blurring out his vision. “No condom, dude, get off!” Lincoln knew how to handle himself in bed and with bigger guys, but with his head threatening to explode from anxiety and pain, he couldn’t think. Couldn’t remember what to do.
Fingernails.
He reached back and raked his nails across Tom’s ribs hard enough to scrape flesh. “Stop!”
“Fuck.” Tom snapped his hips, then pulled out so fast Lincoln tumbled onto his side, ass smarting. “The fuck, guy?”
Lincoln tried to blink Tom’s angry face into focus, but he didn’t really care to see him. Not when he could feel the asshole’s load starting to ooze back out. He wanted to surge across the bed and knock Tom into the fucking wall, but his head hurt so badly he couldn’t move. His stomach knotted up tight.
This is what I get for pretending to be normal.
“I’m fucking bleeding,” Tom said, so affronted that Lincoln kind of wanted to laugh, only that would hurt too much.
“Get out.” God, even talking hurt.
The bed bounced once, and Lincoln squeezed his eyes shut against the new hammers slamming into his skull. Sharper, harder. Something light and flat landed on his face. He swatted away what felt like the condom.
“You want something, ask for it, you little shit,” Tom said. “I’m a lifeguard. How the fuck am I gonna explain these scratches tomorrow?”
The fuck do I care?
The migraine did one useful thing by sending bile up Lincoln’s throat. He scrambled to the edge of the bed and vomited onto the floor. Tom shrieked, and a moment later, the bedroom door slammed shut. He lay there, gasping and shaking,his mouth sour and stomach sore, wishing more than anything for Dominic to surprise him by walking through the door.
He needed his best friend so badly.
The second-best thing knocked on his bedroom door and poked her head inside. Roxy took one look and came the rest of the way in. “Jesus, Linc, what happened?” She tugged the blanket out from the foot of the bed and tucked it up and over him.
