Cabin Fever - Roe Horvat Page 0,25

long stroke. He shouted, “Yes,” so loud, the cabin walls seemed to shudder around us. I grabbed his neck with both hands while he braced his forearms on the rough wood, and I fucked him standing against the wall, tightening my hold on his throat as my thrusts became deeper and harsher. He came quietly this time and struggled to breathe, but his asshole was spasming around me again and again, letting me know he’d got what he needed—a long and thorough release with my cock deep inside him. I pulled out, and he was about to slide down the wall as if my hard dick in his hole had been the only thing holding him up.

“Kneel!” I gripped his upper arm and turned him. He stumbled and sank to the floor, his arms limp by his sides. His heavy eyelids fluttered, and he opened his mouth wide, waiting. His chest rose and fell with rapid breathing, his cheeks were red with excitement, and sweat dampened the hair on his forehead. He looked up at me, utterly debauched, and his gaze seemed so meek… devoted.

With that word on my mind, I came all over his face.

“Eat.”

His liquid eyes pinned on me, he wetted his lips and then gathered the cum from his cheeks and chin with his fingers. He licked them too, one by one.

The harmony between us was a miracle. I’d called him greedy. But damn, I was the greedy one. I’d never get enough of him. The contradiction was doing my head in. I didn’t know who I wanted more: Michael on edge, cheeky and rude, or Michael on his knees in front of me, grateful and pliant.

“Now go to your bed, boy. I’ll go with you and wait until you fall asleep.”

“Thank you so much, Daddy,” he whispered, and stared up at me from the floor as if I was some kind of deity.

He stood up slowly and went to his room, his head bent, his whole posture timid. I followed him and waited until he lay down. Then I tucked the duvet high up his naked body. I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the headboard, and weaved my fingers into his hair.

“Vincent?” he asked sleepily.

“Hm?”

“Why didn’t you spank me?”

I didn’t reply. “How do you feel, Mikey? Will you be able to sleep?” I asked him instead.

“Yeah, I’m all mellow.” He grinned softly and settled deeper into the covers.

“Good. Now shut up and sleep.”

It didn’t even take five minutes for him to drift off. For some reason, I stayed with him, brushing his hair.

Maybe an hour later, I stood up from the bed and left his room noiselessly.

I wiped his cum off the floor by the kitchen corner and settled down with a book.

11

Daddy protects me in my sleep

Michael

After Vincent fucked me against the living room wall, falling asleep was easy. He always knew what I needed as if he read my subconscious better than I could. I lost myself in the feeling of him dominating my body, and every tension and every fear dissolved. Nothing could hurt me, nobody could reach me, because I was his. The soreness in my hole served as a reminder of whom I belonged to, and I drifted, my dreams full of him.

Until the dreams changed. This time, my nightmare was different. I wasn’t afraid of being hunted down, of dying in a pool of blood. Monsters didn’t hide in the closet, and no grabby hands reached from underneath the bed. Instead, I dreamed about Vincent leaving. I was at home, in my parents’ old house in New Haven, standing in the driveway. He climbed into the car and closed the door. I began running. I tried yelling his name, but my voice broke, and I could only wheeze as I stumbled after the car. It disappeared down the road, and I fell onto the gravel, sobbing his name.

I woke up drenched with sweat. Determined to kill the awful nightmare as quickly as possible, I dried off my naked body with a discarded T-shirt from yesterday and got up. In the kitchen, I drank a glass of water. The reality around me, even dark and quiet, calmed me somewhat. I was still in the cabin, and Vincent was in his room, just a few feet away.

Vincent is just a few feet away.

My heart beating fast, I pushed the door to his room open. He was awake. The man seemed to never sleep. He watched me calmly, his