Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Vars breathed in the sweet scent of his neck and slid both his arms around Jake. He was such a beautiful mess, face damp as if he’d been covered by morning dew. He was perfect. Perfect here, in the playroom, perfect on his bike, and perfect when he worked together with Vars. His good humor and softness hidden away behind a bratty attitude were so endearing Vars had been hooked from the start. Now, it was more.
Now, he knew this was meant to be.
A sob broke from Jake’s lips and made Vars hug him tighter. Their solitude was now over. They could deal with immortality together no matter what it brought.
Relief was like being free from a hard shell that had become too tight around Vars’s heart. Gently, he kissed the corner of Jake’s mouth, petting his shoulders. The playroom—bold in its contrasting colors and stripped of decoration—seemed like the scenery of a dream. Romantic. Sweet as warm mead drunk straight from Jake’s lips. He wanted to caress his boy for hours and treat him to anything he might possibly want.
Vars had no idea what was fizzing in his old man’s head, but everything about this felt so profoundly right. “What is it, Jake? Do you want me to pull away?”
“No, please stay. I just… I never felt this way. Not for King, not for Knight, not for that dumb coach. It’s like I didn’t know what I was missing, and you gave it to me.” Jake stopped talking for a moment just to catch his breath between sobs. “I never even thought I’d want to take things so far, yet none of it pushed over my limits. You… you make me feel so safe.”
Vars had never been offered a more beautiful compliment. “I want to keep you safe. And happy. I want to see you grow into the best man you can become, boy. Haven’t felt quite like this either,” he whispered, rubbing his face against Jake’s trembling back, with his cock still nestled in the glorious heat of Jake’s body, and his hips absorbing the scorch of Jake’s buttocks.
“I will never grow. I will stay like this forever,” Jake said but pressed into the safety of Vars’s arms.
Vars smirked. He released Jake from the invisible restraints with one word and finally withdrew, already feeling a bit of cum drizzling out alongside his cock. He pulled Jake off the bench, very careful to support him in his first steps after the pain/pleasure of their scene.
Jake slumped against him with a sharp yelp, but he trusted Vars to keep him up and quickly tightened his arms around him. The mattress in front of the throne was only a few steps away. Having laid Jake down, Vars joined him, quickly pulling Jake against his chest.
When the blue eyes looked at him, they were still unfocused, vulnerable, but Jake smiled back when Vars did.
“I was talking of your mind. Your body is perfect as it is.”
They were both tired out, but Jake was getting groggy, so Vars pushed himself and first cleaned the boy, then applied cream to soothe the angry red of his buttocks, and finally took him to his bedroom.
Jake put his head on Vars’s shoulder with a chuckle as Vars tucked him into fresh sheets. “At least this way you won’t die on me too soon.”
Vars let out a barking laugh, amused by the sudden brattiness. “Look at that. The old Jake’s back.”
But regardless of that comment, he knew that everything had changed. Tonight, his life took a new course. He wasn’t drifting anymore. He now had an anchor.
Chapter 23 - Jake
Jake lay on his stomach, stirring and groaning as Vars’s big, warm hand lazily ran over the red, yellow, and purple bruises on Jake’s ass. His skin was still on fire, as if he were living with a fever located only in the places graced by Vars’s touch. Never in his life had Jake experienced such ultimate release. He’d come many times before, he’d served the patches, but none of that offered him the kind of peace Vars had given him last night. It was as if any worries had for once stayed beyond the bedroom, pushed back by the firmness of Vars’s body and the steadiness of his hands.
And now, between the crisp sheets, Jake was still floating weightlessly, his mind for once free of the fear of being judged for his preferences, because Vars would stand by him.
“I was freaking out every time you swished that cane through the air.” Jake laughed and hid his face in the pillow.
“That was the goal. I’m cruel like that,” Vars said, sniggering as he pushed closer to kiss Jake’s lips gently. The atmosphere was back to normal, or to what Jake knew as normal. The touch on his skin remained careful, appreciative, and there were no demands flying his way. Vars acted like his usual self, as if he felt no need to constantly establish his authority now that he’d shown Jake what he could do. “But you lost it for a moment, didn’t you? At the end you weren’t all there.”