“Saying ‘no’ to you is impossible.” Laurent sighed and curled against Beast, already kissing the side of his face, close to the missing ear. Beast was still self-conscious about that part of him, but the damage to his nerve endings made Laurent’s touch more intense, creating a physical echo that trailed up and down the expanse of burnt flesh like cool flames.
“Afraid not. You’re a slave to your lust,” he said, smirking at Laurent while he pulled up the fabric of Laurent’s T-shirt.
Laurent groaned but quickly glanced inside the car, tossing his dark mane over the black steel of the hood. “But… what about Marcel?”
Beast snorted. “The egg doesn’t have eyes. And besides, he is too young to understand anyway,” he whispered, uncovering Laurent’s chest without taking off the cut, by pushing the front hem of the T-shirt over his head.
Laurent bit his lip, fighting a battle with lust, but they both knew he’d already lost. “Close the garage door?” he whispered, running his hand over Beast’s bicep.
Someone was in awe of Beast’s physical strength. And Beast would indulge him. With a firm tug, he pulled Laurent up and grabbed his ass, walking toward the open doors as if his lover weighed nothing. He did feel the strain, of course, but he wasn’t willing to let it show, because it would make Laurent even hotter for him. The enamored gaze that saw past all of Beast’s physical imperfections was all the reward he needed.
“Whatever you wish. But then you’re gonna pull down those jeans. You’ve been teasing me long enough,” he whispered, kneading Laurent’s ass as if he were making dough for most delicious biscuits on the planet.
Laurent leaned out from the embrace and pulled on the lever to close the garage door, gasping when the shift in position made him rub his hardening cock rub against Beast’s hip. He kissed Beast just as the door hit the floor and plunged them into darkness dispersed by the pale glow coming in through a tiny window close to the ceiling.
Two dull thuds marked Laurent’s sneakers falling off his graceful feet, but Beast couldn’t be bothered to look where they fell, locked by the raw emotion burning for him in Laurent’s gaze. To think he’d tried to find peace and relaxation in solitude on the sky bridge, when it had waited for him here all along. Nothing compared to the bliss of being the object of Laurent’s affection. Nothing, even riding his Harley along the coast.
Beast’s eyes adjusted to the change in illumination, and he stumbled toward Elliot’s car, depositing Laurent back on the hood and flattening him against it with his own weight. “What are you waiting for?” he whispered, rubbing the front of Laurent’s pants with his palm. It radiated heat that needed to be extinguished soon, or they’d both lose their minds.
“I’m working on it,” Laurent whined, letting go of Beast to unzip his jeans and push them lower. His eagerness had blood draining down Beast’s chest and into his cock. Laurent sounded almost apologetic for not being naked yet. The sight of his lovely body wiggling had Beast thinking about his ass rubbing against the hood, and it was so hot he was briefly jealous of the damn piece of metal.
“Are you now? I think you’re being slow. Teasing me again?” Beast rasped, withdrawing to pull down the tight denim. He was more successful at it than Laurent, and within seconds the pants were on the cement floor, leaving Laurent’s bottom bare with the exception of underwear already straining over his erection.
Laurent wanted to pull his briefs down too, but Beast stopped him and kissed the stiffening cock through the layer of cotton.
“And it’s me who’s teasing?” Laurent asked breathlessly, opening his thighs for Beast. The smell of his arousal mixed with the dusty air in the garage, and Beast closed his eyes, forgetting the fear of his confrontation with Baal in the familiar aroma of his lover.
“I need to get back at you, don’t I?” Beast asked, before pulling the fabric lower and offering the erect cock a soft kiss. Laurent always smelled so good. Like the sweetest, warmest, most beautiful of men. His skin was like porcelain yet masculine, with dark hair peppered over pale flesh.
“You know I have no restraint around you.” Laurent slid his fingers to the shaved sides of Beast’s head, and his stomach sank, showing off lean muscle. “You make me shameless.”
Beast hummed softly and dragged the briefs down Laurent’s legs before settling between his thighs. Their dicks met through the denim of his jeans, and the relief it brought him was like a soothing embrace. With him, Laurent was pliant. Gentle. But first and foremost safe. Whether he wanted it or not, Beast wouldn’t let him out of sight from now on, at least until the ugly business with Baal was finished. At the very least, he would have Laurent guarded by trusted men.