I stood outside Warrant’s door, my heart metaphorically in my hand. The man was everything I ever wanted, and I’d be damned if I go another day denying my feelings for him. What happened in that warehouse was exactly what needed to happen. And that tiny intimate moment between us before we took the Crows down, had been in a constant loop in my mind.
I couldn’t get the image of him down on his knees sucking my cock, or when he moved in behind me and took my ass with such force and precision on that unforgiving mattress, out of my head. I could still feel his cock in my hands, and visions of his head sliding back as that orgasm rocked his world, cum spilling out onto the grass in front of him, was fucking hot as fuck.
I may have been drunk, but I remember all of that and more. The sad part is, I don’t even remember half the shit that happened with Shasta that night. All of that was a blur and blocked out of my mind. All I could focus on was the big, long cock attached to the man of all my fantasies.
It had been almost a week since we had been together, and he’s been avoiding me ever since. I wasn’t sure what I did wrong. All I knew was that I needed to fix it, so we could finally be together. I didn’t care if it was in the dark and we kept it all a secret. I just knew that I needed Victor more than I needed my own breath.
I inhaled sharply, then knocked on the door, hoping he was behind it.
“Come in,” his deep voice boomed, sending shivers up and down my spine—aroused shivers that shot straight to the head of my cock. A cock that was aching to get its own taste of some hole. I wasn’t granted that privilege the last time we were together.
Carefully, I opened the door, glancing around the hallway to see if anyone was watching me. From what I could see, they weren’t.
“Hey,” I said quietly.
He was sitting at a desk, writing something in what looked like a journal. His back straightened when he heard my voice, but he didn’t turn around.
“Hey,” he said gruffly. The cold shoulder hadn’t gone unnoticed. It was obvious he wasn’t happy to see me.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked his back.
He took a long, exasperated breath, then slowly rose from the chair.
“No, Jason, you did everything right. That’s the problem.”
Confusion overtook me as I tried to process what the fuck he was saying. “I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
He moved slowly towards me, then stopped inches away, the smell of his musk cologne weakening all my senses. His big, beefy hand cupped my cheek, and those big blue eyes drank me in, like he was staring directly into my soul.
My head moved on instinct, nuzzling his palm as I became putty in his hands. “Victor, please. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“We can’t be together, Jason. Don’t you see? They’d kill us. There’s no room in a MC for two faggots.”
The word made me cringe. I fucking hated it. I’d heard it enough during my short life on this earth to be triggered by it.
“You started this!” I shouted back at him. “How can you say we can’t be together when you were the one actively pursuing me?”
Warrant rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t call what I did pursuing. I was drunk. You were drunk. We got stupid. End of story.”
The kind, gentle bear who just so lovingly stroked my face like I fucking meant the world to him was gone, replaced with this narcissistic asshole I didn’t understand. How can he go from hot to cold so easily?
I took a step back, giving him some distance. “Bullshit! You can sit there and say it meant nothing, Warrant, but I know how I felt that night. I felt you right in my goddamn soul. I’ve felt you there since the day I fucking met you. You’re denying this chemistry we have to save face.”
His chest puffed up, and I suddenly felt very small. “Save face? What the fuck are you talking about? I know you’re in love with me and shit, but I’m not gay, Skid. I’m one hundred percent male and into pussy.”
I laughed. I had to. The audacity of this man! How the fuck can he say he’s straight when he fucked me in the ass a week ago? The asshole got down on his knees and deep throated my cock. I caressed and jiggled his balls for god’s sake! The man was far from straight.
“You’re the first man I’ve ever been with, Victor. I was a fucking virgin to cock before I met you, but you guzzled my cum like you’d done it a thousand times before. I can honestly say that I’d never been with a man before you. Can you do the same?”
“Fuck you, Skid. Get the fuck out!” he screamed at me.
“How long were you in prison, Warrant? Long enough to get a few boyfriends while you were in there? Did you suck cock to keep yourself alive? You must have with how good you are at it. Face it, you’re not straight, you’re as gay as they come.”
He moved fast, his hands gripping my throat as he slammed me against the wall. “Call me gay again, motherfucker, and I’ll slit your goddamn throat.”
The problem with his hostility became evident in his pants. He was rock hard, his cock straining against his jeans. I wasn’t afraid of him because this was like foreplay for me.
My hand shot out, gripping his bulge until I had it clenched in my fist and his eyes closed together euphorically.