Chapter 78

Listening to that calm heartbeat, Cherriot inhaled the heavy pheromones clinging to Yuri after sleep. He had told Yuri not to touch his hair, so Yuri began gently rubbing one of his ears instead. The sensation made Cherriot feel even better. Then, Yuri’s fingers slipped softly along the sensitive inside curve of his ear.

Cherriot’s eyes flew wide open. “I can’t do this. I’m going to shower.”

Damn it. I nearly got hard. The touch had felt so good that it immediately stirred an intense, sexual reaction in him. Cherriot sprang from the bed. Yuri studied him with mild confusion, then answered.

“All right. Then I’ll… make breakfast.”

Since returning to Vancouver and spending more time at Cherriot’s apartment, Yuri had begun cooking with him. By now, there were several dishes he could make reasonably well on his own. Granted, it wasn’t many; sandwiches, pancakes, and the casserole they had first prepared together were still about the extent of his repertoire.

“Thank you, Yuri. I’ll leave it to you.”

“All right.”

Before staring at Yuri caused his lower body to betray him completely, Cherriot hurried into the adjoining bathroom.

The moment the door shut, he stripped off his shirt and finished undressing. He turned the cold water on at full force and stepped beneath the spray. When he lowered his head and let the icy deluge soak his hair, he saw that his cock was already half-erect.

The thick, heavy length of him had spent years wandering without knowing what it truly wanted. Now, there was only one place it wanted to enter: inside Yuri.

Ah, fuck. I want him so badly…

The water striking his body was freezing, but the breath escaping his parted lips burned with arousal. Cherriot wrapped one large hand around his shaft and began stroking the weight of it slowly up and down. He secretly got himself off every morning and evening, and nearly every time he showered, yet his desire never seemed to diminish.

“Haaah…”

Breathing deeply, Cherriot pumped his fist with practiced, heavy movements. He rubbed the head, then tightened his grip enough to imitate the tight pressure he craved. Excitement raised blue veins along his forearm. He leaned his forehead against the glass wall of the shower stall and clenched his teeth.

“Hah… fuck…”

His hand moved faster. Once he became this aroused, however, he could not finish without imagining Yuri. It felt shameless to violate an unsuspecting Yuri inside his fantasies, but Cherriot could not touch the real man while he was still recovering from a gunshot wound.

I want to put it inside him. I want to spread that firm, lifted ass with both hands and force my way into the pink hole that has never accepted anyone but Cherriot Goodnight.

Cherriot closed his eyes and remembered their night at Big Fox. The memory of laying Yuri facedown on the bed and spreading his cheeks brought every sensation that followed rushing back in a torrent.

He would slide a finger between the tight pink folds and open them slightly. Then he would use the semen already spilled inside Yuri as lubricant, rubbing the head of his cock against the entrance before slowly pushing in. At first, Yuri’s narrow body would resist, trying to force him out. Then, suddenly, it would open.

The instant Cherriot slid into him, the hot inner walls would cling tightly around his length. When he began moving back and forth through that soft heat, Yuri would release a low, broken moan.

Cherry… hah…

Yuri had not actually called him that at the time. Cherriot had imagined the memory so often that it had gradually altered itself in his favor. As Yuri breathed out Cherriot’s nickname, his hole would tighten around him as well. Yuri himself probably had no idea, but his body had already learned Cherriot; with every thrust, it tightened and released in perfect rhythm around his cock.

And then… fuck, he made the most beautiful sounds when I pressed that place deeper inside.

Still stroking himself, Cherriot remembered exactly how far he had needed to enter before Yuri began losing control. When Cherriot buried himself to the root, he reached deep enough to strike the entrance to Yuri’s colon. But there was another place, around halfway in, where angling the head toward Yuri’s lower abdomen and pressing firmly made his voice change completely.

There.

When Cherriot withdrew until only half remained inside and ground the head upward, Yuri’s moans climbed higher.

Hnn… ah… fuck…

With each thrust scraping that exact spot, Yuri grew hotter. The muscles around Cherriot’s cock trembled and clamped down hard enough to feel as though they might sever him.

Mm, ah… Cherry, more… deeper… put it deeper…

Cherriot continued the obscene fantasy, imagining desperate words Yuri had never actually spoken. When he pulled his cock back slowly, the reddened inner flesh clung to it and followed. Before withdrawing completely, Cherriot slammed himself roughly inside again, and Yuri tightened his thighs and lifted his hips.

Haaah… ah!

The normally calm, low voice rose into something feverish and shameless under Cherriot’s touch. Each deep thrust near the colon made Yuri throw back his head and clench his ass. The moans became louder and more erotic until his voice grew hoarse from spilling continuously into the room.

Yuri’s sounds excited Cherriot’s ears. The tight hole gripping his cock drove his body mad. His hands found satisfaction in the small, firm curves of Yuri’s ass. Then, after teasing the deepest point without quite breaching it, Cherriot finally drove his cock all the way in.

Yuri’s moan sharpened.

Hnnngh… ah… Fuck. He was so obscene. When I pushed all the way through, he felt so much that he came instantly. He arched his back, locked his legs straight, and clamped around my cock until he wouldn’t let go.

The sight of Yuri climaxing had driven Cherriot beyond reason. He continued pounding into him even as Yuri came. With every rapid withdrawal and brutal thrust, Yuri whimpered, Stop, stop, and tried to push himself upright from the bed. Cherriot imagined forcing his escaping shoulders down and driving into him ruthlessly from above.

Yuri parted his lips and shuddered from head to toe. His flushed blue eyes opened wide, while his oversensitive insides grew so hot and tight around Cherriot that they seemed ready to melt him. Watching Yuri approach another climax without even spilling, Cherriot came too.

“Hah… fuck!”

The fantasy ended abruptly as slick fluid coated Cherriot’s fingers. Yuri might not remember, but near the end of Cherriot’s rut, he had once reached a dry orgasm. Cherriot pictured the confusion on that handsome face as Yuri struggled to understand what his body was feeling.

Thin semen ran along Cherriot’s fingers and dripped onto the shower floor, where it mixed with the rushing water. He remained leaning against the glass for a long moment, trapped in the fading aftershocks, then groaned and raised his head. Cherriot squeezed his eyes shut and splashed cold water across his face, but the stubborn arousal remained pooled in his lower abdomen.

His mind was filled entirely with obscene images of Yuri. Whenever he heard Yuri’s low voice, he remembered the soft, nasal moans that sounded nothing like it. When Yuri smiled languidly and touched him, Cherriot remembered the way he had clung to Cherriot’s shoulders and scratched them.

I want him. I want him so fucking badly.

But Cherriot could not bring himself to say that aloud. He could not even slide a hand casually around Yuri’s waist and touch his ass. Yuri had said something before they left Vancouver that made it impossible.

For about a week after they agreed to date, Yuri had made Cherriot suffer every time they kissed. The older man remained inexperienced, and whenever Cherriot rubbed his palate with his tongue, Yuri released a sharp, trembling moan. Every time the pitch of Yuri’s voice rose, Cherriot became rock hard.

Naturally, Yuri noticed. He was aroused, too. His own erection pressed against Cherriot whenever they kissed, and, apparently deciding that mutual arousal made sex inevitable, Yuri had slipped a hand beneath Cherriot’s clothes.

Cherriot had lost count of how many times he had stopped Yuri from lowering his pants. Every single occasion nearly drove him insane. Yuri had been unconscious only a month earlier, so Cherriot’s conscience and reason flashed bright warning signs every time he considered touching him. Yuri insisted that he had recovered, but his endurance had not returned to its former level, and some of his solid muscle had understandably disappeared. The weight loss had left his body leaner than before. He looked so fragile that Cherriot sometimes imagined a moment of carelessness might break his bones.

Yuri had always dismissed his own injuries, so Cherriot did not fully trust his claims that he was fine. Before they left Boston, the doctors said rebuilding his endurance would require at least several months. Cherriot intended to remain entirely abstinent until January 1st. Whenever Yuri touched and tempted him, he refused with that strict plan in mind.

The day before their flight to Vancouver, Yuri had finally withdrawn his hand and asked, “Do you truly intend not to have sex until my body has completely recovered?”

The question nearly broke Cherriot. Still, he endured.

“I mean it. Sex between two Alphas requires a great deal of stamina. Wolfie isn’t ready for that yet.”

“When will you finally consider it safe?”

Yuri’s expressionless face made his emotions difficult to read, but Cherriot sensed that he was deeply displeased. His cool, windlike pheromones had grown noticeably stronger. The older boyfriend who agreed to nearly everything Cherriot asked suddenly seemed as cold as the man Cherriot had first met.

Cherriot looked faintly intimidated.

Yuri sighed, “Fine. Then we will not do it until I recover.”

Cherriot had obtained exactly what he wanted. Yet, the moment Yuri agreed not to do it, disappointment struck with surprising force.

Cherriot cautiously asked, “And when will that be?”

Now Cherriot was asking the same question Yuri had asked moments earlier. Yuri regarded him with calm, knowing blue eyes. Cherriot waited tensely for the answer, only to sink into despair when it came.

“Didn’t the hospital say it would take several more months for my stamina to recover? In that case, next year. You appeared to be thinking the same thing.”

Yuri knew him far too well. Cherriot had indeed been planning to request Wolfie as his New Year’s gift. He had no choice but to nod.

“Until then, I will be careful as well,” Yuri added.