Painted On My Heart

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake,” he said, sliding the tips of his fingers up and down Kel’s length.

“You have?” Kel asked, squirming against his touch.

“I have.” Arik pushed his hand between their bodies and curled his fingers around Kel’s cock. “I want this in me.”

“Mmm…but this feels amazing.” Kellus’s hips rocked into his fist.

He released Kellus and laughed. “You’re so bad.”

All Arik got in response was a mumbled, “uh-huh,” as he rolled to his side and pushed up on his forearm to grab the supplies out of the nightstand. Kellus scooted in behind him. He handed Kel the lube as he grabbed a condom from the drawer. Arik heard the snick of a lid closing just before Kel’s slick fingers slid between his ass cheeks. He snuggled against Kel, his back to Kel’s broad chest.

Goose bumps broke out across his skin when Kel ran his nose up the back of his neck, his clever fingers massaging and teasing his hole. Arik bit his lip in ecstasy as Kellus pushed a finger into him. The lube helped the digit slide in and out with ease. The open-mouthed kisses Kel placed along his shoulders and the side of his neck sent tingles of electricity straight to his cock. His breath hung in his throat when Kellus upped the game and sank two thick fingers into his entrance. Arik’s muscles clamped down, squeezing against the invasion as Kellus fucked him good and thoroughly with the digits.

“Fuck me, baby.” Arik rolled his hips, ready and begging for more. Kel’s fingers pulled from his ass. The bed shifted and he heard the tearing of the condom wrapper just before the thick head of Kel’s cock pushed against his opening.

He willed himself to relax as Kel’s cock pressed into him, filling him completely, sinking deeper until the back of his ass met Kel’s groin. His lover held the position, and his breath caressed the back of his neck in hot bursts. Strong arms slid around him, drawing him tightly against that broad chest.

The small measured movements of Kel’s hips stole the air from his lungs and made his muscles quiver. He strained against the pleasure. The exquisitely sweet sting of the stretch made him want to moan; nobody could make him feel like Kellus Hardin could. He loved how Kel made his body come alive. Each thrust brought his nerve endings to life and made him greedy for more.

Arik reached back and dug his fingers into the meaty globes of Kellus’s ass. Firm muscles flexed beneath his fingers as he urged Kellus on, pressing back against him, meeting his every thrust. The broad head of Kel’s dick nudged his prostate, sending shivers racing through his body when Kel changed the angle of his thrust. Pleasure held him captive. Black spots filled his vision as heat engulfed his body.

Unintelligible words spewed past his lips as Kellus’s thick cock brushed that spot over and over with every flex of his strong hips. Kel’s hot pants echoed in his ear as his strong thrusts lost rhythm.

“Fuck, babe,” he cried out as his muscles locked down around Kel’s cock in sweet surrender. His dick twitched and jerked as he spilled his seed in Kel’s hand.

“Yes…” His lover quickly followed him over the edge, Kellus’s large body trembling as he thrust in two more times before biting the junction between his neck and shoulder. The possessive move sent aftershocks rumbling through Arik’s body, left its mark on his skin, and painted on his heart.

Arik angled his head to catch Kel’s mouth in a lingering kiss. The pounding of Kel’s heart against his back matched the drumming of his own.

“I want to start every morning just like this,” Arik announced.

“I might be able to arrange that.” Kel chuckled and mouthed his shoulder.

Chapter 29

The next day

Lifting one of John’s legs, Kellus saw the mark on the bed he’d made several days ago. He couldn’t believe his eyes. They still hadn’t changed his sheets. Carefully, he laid John’s leg down and went in search of clean sheets. He’d learned to take these matters into his own hands, but do it quietly. He’d scoped out enough of the facility to know where they kept the linens. Quickly, he grabbed a couple of sheets and scanned the shelves to pick out two pillowcases.

“You know you aren’t supposed to be in here.”

Kellus turned abruptly toward the voice, locking his arms over the sheets. No matter what, he wasn’t leaving without them. John needed a clean bed to lie in.

“Get your cute self out of here, boy.” The older woman winked at him.

Kellus grinned and ducked away, not stopping until he got to John’s room. He certainly wasn’t an expert, but he’d watched them change John’s sheets and he thought he could pull this off. Untucking the sides, he slowly started the process. Carefully, he pushed the sheet up, laid the other underneath and looked up, proud of his start. Gently, he worked the sheet up, holding John as he went. When he got to John’s back, he lifted his frail body, bracing him with his arm and that was when he saw it. In the center of his back, along his spine, a bedsore had formed. He looked down at the bed sheet, saw a wet ring laced in blood.