Flare (26 page)

Hugo didn’t buy it. He knew Kevin was hurting because he was worried about his kids, plain and simple. The defensiveness he was showing was smoke and mirrors.

“Well, you don’t like to feel out of control,” Hugo said in a gentler voice.

“Who does?”

“You can’t plan for every contingency.” Hugo tried it another way. “And if you think all you have to do is plan even better the next time, you’re going to go insane trying to keep all the balls in the air. You can’t plan everything. You’re going to miss things. Your timing is going to be off, and you
will
fail. That’s okay.”

Kevin turned to look at Hugo, and he looked ticked. “What are you really trying to say?”

Hugo waited until he turned left and started down the curvy roads toward the house to talk again. “I’m concerned you’re sitting there doubting yourself at every turn with the kids. You did all you could. I’m worried you’re
what if-ing
yourself when absolutely no amount of planning or preparing would’ve made Kyle and Tasha not do what they did. You can’t control them, and I think that terrifies you.”

“It does,” Kevin readily admitted. “It really does.”

Hugo took a deep breath, pulling into the driveway and then hitting the garage door opener. He waited for it to rise, then drove in and cut the engine, but he didn’t move to get out. Kevin sat too.

“You know, my job is all about planning. From designing sets to learning lines and blocking to making sure props are where they need to be before the stage manager yells, ‘Places, please.’ It’s all planning. Yet dramas have unexpected moments of farce when people forget their lines and try to improvise. Comedies have tragic moments. Scrims fall to the stage floor so something that should’ve been in silhouette is suddenly upstaging what you really want the audience to pay attention to. Props are forgotten. Lights burn out. You just have to keep moving. The show must go on.”

“This is more than a show, Hugo. These are my kids.”

“This is life.”

Kevin was silent for a long time but didn’t seem ready to leave the car.

“You did everything you could. You really did.” Still more silence. “Let’s go inside.”

Both Kevin and Hugo went about their nighttime routines, Hugo finishing up after Kevin. When Hugo moved to get into the bed, he stopped and looked. Kevin stared at the ceiling and was deep in thought. He was guilting himself far too much.

Hugo reached for something in his bedside table and then climbed in bed, straddled Kevin’s hips, and sat on his thighs. Kevin looked at Hugo.
So pensive
.

“Do you trust me?” Hugo asked.

“Of course I do.”

Hugo nodded and gave a weak little smile. “I’m worried about you. Worried enough that I think you need me to help you.” Kevin just stared, and Hugo kept talking as he kicked the covers to the foot of the bed and moved to pull Kevin’s underwear off. “For months and months you’ve been doing everything to make sure we’re all happy. You work so hard at your job and you try to stay ten steps ahead so you don’t ever feel out of control there. You do that at home too. I know why. You thought you knew where your life was headed until Erin got sick.”

There were tears in Kevin’s eyes, and he swallowed noisily.

“You trust me?” Hugo asked again, and when Kevin nodded, Hugo pulled out a length of purple silk, allowing the slippery fabric to trail over Kevin’s chest. Kevin’s gaze followed the material before meeting Hugo’s again. “Maybe it’s time to let go, just right here. Just tonight and maybe never again. This is a safe place to let go.”

Kevin nodded, setting a tear free. He hesitated for a moment but then lifted his arms up to the headboard. “Please,” he whispered.

Hugo wiped the tear away and licked the salty drop into his mouth, then leaned forward to slip the silk restraint around the headboard. He reached for the other tie, and as soon as he had it where he wanted it, he looked at Kevin to see how he was doing.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. I’m sure.” He sounded grateful.

Hugo took great care as he secured both of Kevin’s wrists to the headboard, making sure the bindings were neither too tight nor too loose. With a hushed voice, he reminded Kevin that he’d never do anything to hurt him. Hugo had no idea if Kevin had ever done anything like this or how much Kevin understood about power play, but he reached for him and cupped his strong jaw, telling him all he needed to do was tell him to stop and he would. Just one word and he’d be done.

Hugo studied Kevin’s eyes. “Now just leave everything up to me, okay? Your only job right now is to let me take care of you. I’m going to meet all your needs. You just need to let me, that’s all.”

Kevin took in a shaky breath and nodded before blowing it out between his full lips. “Okay.”

Hugo sat on the bed between Kevin’s parted thighs and started to touch him, running his palms up and down Kevin’s legs, feeling the curly hair tickling him. This wasn’t going to be something that happened fast. Kevin needed this to last long enough for him to finally surrender, and if Hugo’s suspicions were correct, that would take time.

He started with a kiss, leaning over Kevin and licking into his mouth and biting his tongue and lower lip. Kevin moaned, and when Hugo pulled away, making sure to keep a hand on his chest, Kevin lifted his upper body off the bed to follow.

“Lie back.”

Kevin complied but his body was tight.

Hugo spent time kissing every area on Kevin’s chest that he’d ever responded to with a moan, and Kevin moaned this time too. He was noisy as Hugo licked and tasted his skin, breaths coming out labored the more time Hugo spent doing so.

Kevin’s cock was hard, pressing into Hugo’s belly, and Hugo looked up and smiled at Kevin as he gave him a squeeze, a tug, and then several healthy sucks. “Try to relax.”

Kevin nodded.

“I know it’s hard. Close your eyes.”

Kevin did.

Kevin’s stomach trembled, muscles so taut as Hugo kissed across salty skin. Hugo tried to ooze calm and comfort into his fingertips as he stroked over muscle. Breathing in Kevin’s scent, Hugo followed it, his nose tracing contour and shadow until he found the source and nuzzled Kevin’s groin. He loved the feel of that soft skin on his face. He sucked again at Kevin’s cock, rolling the foreskin back so he could easily tongue and tease that lovely sensitive gathering. Hugo cupped his balls and nursed at Kevin’s pink head.

Kevin spread his legs farther open and Hugo read his desires. It had been ages since this had happened. Hugo had thought Kevin needed to top lately to work through his worries, but Kevin had always done better when he could let someone else be in charge, at least in bed. If Hugo recalled anything from their teen love affair, it was that Kevin thrived when he could surrender.

Planting a warm palm on Kevin’s belly, Hugo sat back and looked at Kevin. His eyes were closed, loosely, not clamped tight as they had been a few moments earlier. That made Hugo smile, even if he could still read the tension in Kevin’s muscles.

“I’m going to touch your ass,” Hugo warned in a low rumble, and Kevin opened his eyes to look. He nodded and spread his legs even farther apart.

Hugo used a dry finger to caress that furled divot, and then he shifted so he could use his thumb instead. Kevin’s drawn breath shook but he moaned out a sigh. He’d always loved his ass played with. Always.

Not moving his palm but using it to help ground Kevin so he knew he was safe, Hugo eased down the bed farther. He peppered kisses against the oh-so-sensitive skin of Kevin’s ass cheeks and taint. Kevin bent his knees to draw his legs up, but Hugo stopped him.

“Not yet, love. Let me do this. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for better access.”

Kevin nodded and dug his teeth into his lower lip. Hugo slid that grounding hand up Kevin’s belly and past his chest toward those full, flushed lips.

“Suck,” he directed, shoving two fingers in Kevin’s mouth. “Get ’em slickery.”

“Slickery?” Kevin said around Hugo’s fingers with a playful gleam in his eyes. It warmed Hugo’s heart so much to see that.

“Yep, slickery. Now.” Hugo used a stronger voice than Kevin was used to, and Kevin’s eyes widened. His cock bounced. Kevin liked it. And he sucked in such a delicious way Hugo got lost in the movements of Kevin’s too-full-to-be-called-anything-but-pretty mouth. Hugo withdrew his fingers and a long line of saliva followed, leaving a drop on Kevin’s strong chin. Hugo kissed it away then sat back, looking down to Kevin’s cleft. “Put your feet flat on the bed.”

Hugo watched as Kevin opened up further to him, revealing just how hungry Kevin was for this. His pink hole clenched and released in anticipation of Hugo’s touch, but he remained silent. Kevin was patiently allowing Hugo to take charge, to take this as fast or as slow as he wanted.

He gave Kevin’s cock a few more long, luxurious licks and sucks before getting back to his heart’s desire. He slid one slicked-up finger into Kevin’s warm body as he used his other hand to support himself. He leaned over Kevin as he fingered him and breathed soft puffs of air on his chest and neck, whispering, “You’re doing so good.”

Hugo curled his fingers and stroked over Kevin’s prostate. Kevin gave a pleased sound and nuzzled against Hugo’s cheek before tipping his head back. Normally Kevin would’ve asked him to do it again, but he didn’t. He was letting Hugo control everything. Just because of his restraint, Hugo pressed there again, and Kevin moaned all breathy and hot.

Then Hugo kissed him, mostly because he loved the noises Kevin made. They were wonderful to hear. “Don’t hold back,” he said when he moved away for a breath. Hugo looked into Kevin’s eyes. The midnight blue that circled around the gray was so dark it nearly looked black. His pupils were blown but there were no longer tears. He saw gratitude. “I want to hear you. I want to hear your pleasure in my ears because it makes me want to give you more.”

Kevin nodded and when Hugo slipped in another finger, Kevin tilted his hips, silently asking for more. His nipples were hard and Hugo allowed the decadent drag of their chests to linger as he moved to check Kevin’s restraints. They were still secure and he wasn’t being pinched or hurt.

“Are you okay to support some more weight on your shoulders so I can rim you?” Hugo asked.

“God, yes. Please!”

“Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“I will. I will,” Kevin said, sounding so desperate.

Hugo shoved at the back of Kevin’s thighs so he was forced to curl his spine. Rather than going right to it, Hugo kissed the full part of Kevin’s ass to make him all the more anxious for Hugo’s tongue. Kevin made impatient noises and gasped and grunted. His hole twitched and Hugo couldn’t help but smirk.

Then he slipped his tongue into Kevin, tasting that intimate flavor. Hugo allowed a few minutes to get lost himself, to be enveloped by this act he loved so much. He loved the feel of Kevin’s body opening up to him, surrendering to him. He licked into silky softness and was spurred on by Kevin’s unrestrained moaning, spending five, ten, fifteen minutes… he didn’t know how long.

Kevin was really trusting Hugo. He was allowing himself to be splayed open, lying there naked and vulnerable and willingly surrendering any sense of control. Hugo got choked up and pulled away to make eye contact. Kevin smiled at him as his feet dropped back to the bed.

“I’m going to untie you now,” Hugo said.

Kevin looked confused. “Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m going to fuck you hard.”

“Promise?”

Hugo chuckled. “Yeah. I promise, love. I promise.”

Kevin eyed Hugo’s lips, staring openly at them as Hugo started pulling at the silk restraints. He knew Kevin wanted to kiss him, so he licked his lips to test him, to see if Kevin would ask for what he wanted, or if he’d let Hugo decide.

Kevin didn’t say a thing, but his want was written all over his face.

Hugo ignored the look and leaned back to look at Kevin’s asshole. It was pretty. Slick and pink and ready.

“So pretty and pink,” slipped from Hugo’s mouth as he thought it.

“I’m not wearing pink,” Kevin said with a smirk. He was finally coming back into himself. He was being the Kevin who could make jokes during sex again.

“You sure are. Pink and pulsing.” Hugo watched as Kevin’s body reacted to his words and then he chuckled. “See?”

Then he pressed the head of his cock to that wonderful place and rubbed it all around, sliding in that wonderful tightness, his eyes rolling back at the glorious feel. “You feel amazing.”

Kevin reached for Hugo’s hand that was, once again, resting on Kevin’s belly. Then he looked at Hugo, almost as if he were asking permission.
Was this okay?
Hugo slid his fingers between Kevin’s and moved their hands over to Kevin’s hip so it was more comfortable for them both.

It was with joined hands that Hugo slipped into Kevin’s body. He was warm and the hug his cock got from Kevin’s clenching muscles drew a low-pitched groan from Hugo.

Then he started to thrust and slide. He allowed himself to drift in this happy, connected moment and forget that he was trying to help Kevin through something. They were just lovers right then, lovers getting lost in each other.

“Please” coming from Kevin’s lips pulled Hugo back to where he needed to be.

“You ready for more?” Hugo asked.

“Please,” Kevin said again, so Hugo thrust even harder, fucking and fucking and fucking into Kevin’s pliant body. Groans and panting breaths were all Hugo could hear. Kevin was so loud. Louder than normal as he let go.

Hugo saw Kevin’s cock bounce, so he reached for it and stroked him, gently at first but more purposefully as the friction built. Kevin’s grip on Hugo’s fingers tightened, and Hugo knew he was close. He could keep pushing. He could withdraw from Kevin and play with this sense of control some more, but when he looked into those beautiful gray eyes, he knew he couldn’t do that to him.

Kevin was ready. Kevin had handed over what he needed to, and now it was Hugo’s job to let him know he hadn’t done so in vain.

“Don’t hold back. Let it go,” Hugo encouraged. “Let it wash all over you.”