On Your Knees, Prospect (Kings of Hell MC 3)

The moment stretched, with Vars keeping his hands on Jake’s hips and their eyes communicating shocks of electricity. In the end, Vars leaned closer and rested his cheek against Jake’s. “You’re beautiful like one of those ancient statues, only I can actually do something about you being so attractive,” he murmured and licked the soft skin of Jake’s cheekbone. He made the last step forward and pressed tightly against the boy, thigh to thigh, chest to back, his dick pressing against the curve of Jake’s tailbone.

Jake moaned and steadied himself against the sink, but the support wasn’t needed. Vars wrapped his arm around Jake’s waist.

“Yes, please,” Jake uttered, in a tone so perfectly sweet Vars could hardly believe that no one had plucked this boy for themselves yet. It must have been the hang-ups Jake had about only fucking patches, because in the one month Vars had spent here, he’d seen people hit on Jake at parties.

But they couldn’t give Jake what he wanted. What they saw was a handsome young guy, a bit of a bad boy, with a few scars and tattoos yet still rocking that all-American charm. What they wanted from Jake was a wild ride with a biker.

No wonder Jake found it easy to refuse all the attention he was getting if what he really craved was another man to be in charge of him.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? To be touched for a change? To be the focus of someone’s attention?” Vars asked, letting his hands climb up Jake’s chest where they settled, cupping the firm pecs. Vars briefly shut his eyes, grinding against the soft, wonderful buttocks he so longed to part.

Jake nodded against Vars’s cheek, and he reveled in the shivers going through Jake’s warm body. “Say it, Jake.”

“It does. It feels good.” Jake gasped, only to pull away slightly. “You promised,” he whined, reminding Vars of the powers held by the collar.

This could get tricky.

Vars needed to be even more in control of himself than usual, if this was to work. He kissed Jake’s cheek in apology and hugged him tighter. “Sorry. I keep forgetting,” he said and pulled him toward the shower stall. The walk took a long time and was kind of awkward, since neither of them wanted to part, but that was okay, since it provided Vars with the opportunity to feel Jake’s hot flesh with his entire body. He massaged the globes of his buttocks for the longest time before eventually relieving Jake of his sexy underwear. It was only when the jockstrap landed in the pile of clothes that Vars switched on the shower.

Jake whined when the cold water hit him, as if he were a human shield for Vars, but he stayed put, exactly where Vars wanted him. Obedient even without a verbal order. This would be fun.

Muscles twitched in Vars’s arms when Jake choked out a laugh. “You ass.”

“It’s an eye for an eye,” Vars said. His own body was still cold after the unexpected dive, the walk through the snow, and then roaming through the building, but with the shower getting hotter, he exhaled in relief, tightening his embrace around Jake.

“I’m sorry. I really thought the ice was a good… er, landing spot.” Jake reached back and stroked Vars’s side, sending shivers of pleasure up Vars’s spine.

“Maybe you should leave the decision-making up to me next time.”

Jake arched in Vars’s embrace and kissed Vars’s chin through the beard.

“It’s over now anyway,” Vars said and pushed them both straight under the steaming hot stream. He couldn’t help the exhale of relief when the warm droplets massaged his head and shoulders before cascading down the flesh he only now realized had been numb from the cold. Hugging Jake’s slightly smaller body was the missing piece in the perfection of this moment.

Jake turned in Vars’s embrace and the way he pressed his cheek between Vars’s collarbones felt so intimate and sweet. As if he were seeking shelter in Vars, and he would sure as hell be getting it if he was a good boy. Which Vars bet Jake would be.

The words that formed in Vars’s head were an order, and so he made sure to be careful this time. “Would you like to wash me?”

Jake looked up hesitantly but was already nodding. The urge to pet the boy’s head was impossible to resist. Jake got some liquid soap on his hands and started with Vars’s chest, moving his hands in slow, circular motions, the smile on his lips almost mysterious.

Vars grinned at him before glancing at the warm hands creating white foam on his torso and gently tugging on Vars’s body hair. There was appreciation behind Jake’s touch, and Vars didn’t hesitate to praise his efforts. “That’s good. I want you to clean all of me.”

Jake snorted like a silly teenager and slowly moved his hands to Vars’s ass. “All of you?” He wiggled his eyebrows as if Vars could possibly be scared by this. It was both cute and ridiculous.