Psycho by Onley James

August was way too keyed up. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the night’s events, or maybe it was just the thought of burying himself in the tight heat of Lucas’s body. Either way, his blood quickened each time Lucas looked back over his shoulder at him. August wanted to throw him down on the bed and lick every inch of him, taste every inch of him, hold him down and fuck him while he made those sexy fucking noises he’d made when he sucked him off the night before.

When they got to Lucas’s bedroom, he couldn’t stop himself from shoving him up against the door, gripping his face so he could plunder his mouth, biting at his lips, his jaw. “I’ve thought about this all day. I could barely concentrate on my work tonight knowing you were here waiting for me.”

Lucas moaned, squeezing August’s ass, dragging him closer until their hips were flush together. Lucas’s head thudded against the door, and he bared his throat in an unconsciously submissive gesture that made August’s cock throb.

Lucas trusted him and would let him do anything to him. Literally anything. The thought made August feral, made him want to drag Lucas’s clothes out of the way and fuck him against the door until he cried and begged. What did Lucas look like when he was totally helpless? What things could August do to him? Lucas ground himself against August, almost like he could hear his dirty thoughts.

“We can skip the foreplay if you want,” Lucas panted against August’s lips, shoving his hand down the front of his open jeans, palming his erection. “You can do whatever you want to me. I’ve been thinking about this all day, too.”

You can do whatever you want to me. Lucas couldn’t just say things like that.

August lurched away from him, breathing heavily. Lucas startled at August’s sudden retreat. “What? What’s wrong? What just happened?”

August’s heart was racing at the thought of losing it on Lucas, of doing…whatever…to Lucas. You can do whatever you want to me. Jesus. “I just… I need you to tie me up. I can’t be trusted right now.” Lucas took a step closer, but August held up a hand. He couldn’t get the thought of hurting Lucas out of his head. “Please.”

Lucas examined him closely, his confusion evident. August wouldn’t be surprised if he kicked him out and told him never to come back. It was the most logical choice. Any sane person could see he was dangerous. He stood, dancing on a knife edge, as Lucas considered August’s request.

Finally, Lucas said, “Get undressed and lie down on the bed.”

August felt woozy from the tension that suddenly left his body. Lucas wasn’t kicking him out, and he wasn’t dismissing his concerns. He would be safe. Safe from August. Just in case.

He stripped, lying on his back on the mattress, watching as Lucas crossed to his closet, reaching for something on the top shelf, his t-shirt rising up to reveal a thin strip of skin. He fished around until he found what he was looking for, spinning and showing August his find. A set of government issue handcuffs dangled from his finger. He placed the small key on the side table before climbing onto August fully clothed, sitting on his chest to clip one cuff on his wrist.

“Tighter,” August demanded.

Lucas rolled his eyes but did as he asked, threading the chain behind one of the wooden dowels of the headboard before cuffing his other wrist. “There. Happy now, grumpy pants?”

August knew Lucas was teasing him, but he didn’t care. This was the best way to keep Lucas safe until the impulse to take him apart died down. “Yes. Now, you’re safe from me.”

Lucas peeled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor, leaning down to lick a stripe along the center of August’s chest. “But now, you’re not safe from me.” August’s breath hitched as Lucas tongued over one flat nipple, tugging it with his teeth, before sitting up again, reaching back to take August’s hard cock in hand, giving it a couple of firm strokes.

“You don’t have to worry, you know,” Lucas murmured, releasing him to fuse their mouths together in a long lingering kiss before biting over his jaw, nipping at his earlobe as he whispered, “If I wanted to, I could know every single thing you’re thinking. You can’t catch me by surprise. I won’t let you.”

August bucked his hips up against the empty air at Lucas’s taunt. “I’m not willing to risk it.”

Lucas sat back and shrugged, dragging blunt nails down August’s chest and belly. “Then I’m free to do whatever I want to you,” Lucas said. “Fine by me.”

August watched as he stood, removing his jeans and underwear. Naked Lucas was perfection, not overly toned or bulky, no washboard abs, but slightly defined arms and muscled calves like somebody who had spent a lifetime running.

August suddenly ached to touch him, to do all the things he’d thought of before. But now, he was trapped.

Lucas opened the nightstand drawer, grabbing a condom and the lube and tossing them on the bed beside August. He got rid of the pillows, tugging them out from underneath August’s head to toss them on the floor. He looked August over for one long moment before he climbed back over him, only this time, he was facing August’s feet, his knees braced on either side of August’s bound arms, his hard length dangling just above August’s lips.

He sucked in a breath as Lucas’s mouth closed over his already aching cock, eyes rolling at the wet suction. Fuck. Two could play that game. He lifted his head, taking Lucas in, flushing as his responding moan vibrated along August’s shaft to his balls. Lucas spread his knees, lowering himself so he could fuck into August’s mouth in short, shallow thrusts, almost like he worried he might hurt him. August would happily die choking on Lucas’s cock.

August tried to keep himself still—tried to give Lucas the same consideration he gave August—but found himself bending his knees, digging his heels into the mattress, thrusting up into Lucas’s mouth. Any worry he had that Lucas would be bothered dissipated when he slid his hands beneath August’s thighs, swallowing around August’s cock until his eyes rolled.

Then Lucas was pulling free of his lips and the heat of his mouth disappeared. Lucas grabbed the lube that had rolled beneath August’s thigh, and August watched as Lucas coated his fingers then reached back, giving August a perfect view as he massaged over his hole before pressing two fingers inside.

August had been stabbed more than once, shot in the thigh, had once even had a shuriken embedded into his shoulder thanks to Atticus’s terrible aim. But having Lucas right there, inches from his face, fingers working in and out of his tight hole, while August could do nothing? That was true torture.

It could have been his fingers, his tongue. He could have taken Lucas in a million different ways and Lucas would have let him. Had clearly wanted him to. And now, he was making August pay. Making him suffer for not having enough faith in his own self control. He was making a show of it, too, rocking back on his fingers, whispered curses falling from his lips each time he pushed back in.

“Lucas…” August said his name like a warning. He couldn’t break through steel but, with enough motivation, he could probably break the headboard.

Lucas looked over his shoulder at August. “What? You didn’t trust yourself to do this. So now, I have to prep myself all alone.”

“You’re not alone,” August said, tone bordering on sulky.

“What’s the matter? You wanna play, too?” Lucas teased, slipping his fingers free and wiping them on the sheets. He grabbed the foil packet and tore it with his teeth. August sucked in a breath when Lucas rolled it onto his leaking cock, slicking it with lube. When Lucas rose up on his knees, August said, “Turn around. I want to see your face.”

Lucas complied, turning to face him, straddling August’s hips, reaching behind him to grip the base of his cock, pressing it against his entrance. They both groaned as Lucas lowered himself down, taking August all the way to the root in one swift movement. “Oh, fuck. You’re even bigger than you look,” Lucas managed, giving a few experimental rolls of his hips.

August could barely talk. Each minute movement sent shocks of lightning along his nerve endings. Lucas placed his palms on August’s chest and began to slowly work himself up and down. “Fuck, you feel good,” Lucas moaned, quickening his pace.

“Christ, this is going to be over fast if you keep doing that,” August warned.

Lucas leaned over him, pressing words against his lips. “Fine. Your legs are free. You do the work.”

August didn’t even wait for Lucas to finish speaking, just braced his heels on the bed and fucked up into Lucas, but it wasn’t any better. If anything, it was worse. August couldn’t slow his thrusts, not when Lucas was so hot and tight and wet.

“Touch yourself. I want to feel you come with me inside you.”

Lucas gripped himself with one hand and braced his other on August’s chest. He couldn’t take his eyes off him. He was sexy as fuck, especially when he was completely unaware of anything but chasing his own release. His breaths quickened, and every other thrust had a low whine falling from his lips.

Something occurred to August then. “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” Lucas asked absently, his hand moving in time with August’s thrusts.

“Can you really feel what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling, while we do this?”

Lucas hesitated, then nodded. “If I let myself.”

“Do it. I want you to know how good you make me feel.”

Lucas’s hand fumbled, and August froze, worried he’d ruined everything. But then Lucas closed his eyes, rocking himself on August. They both moaned at the same time. Lucas sucked in a breath, his movements quickening once more. August let him control the pace, and he couldn’t take his eyes off him. Each time August felt a charge of excitement, Lucas moaned or whined or whimpered, which only served to wind August up even more. It was the world’s most erotic feedback loop, each of them feeding off each other’s pleasure.

Lucas wasn’t even touching himself anymore. He leaned back, his hands on August’s thighs as he rode him hard, devastating August’s already tenuous control, tension building between them with each downward motion. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. I can feel you. I can feel it like a physical touch.”

If Lucas could feel him, then he had to know he wasn’t going to last much longer. “I’m close.”

“I know. Me too,” Lucas managed, somehow working himself even faster.

Heat coiled at the base of August’s spine, and then his orgasm hit, sending shock waves of pleasure over him. He came with a hoarse shout, filling the condom, goosebumps erupting along his body. Lucas’s knees clamped hard around his hips, his breaths growing more frantic, more ragged. Finally, he wrapped a hand around his flushed and leaking cock, giving one or two pulls before he was crying out, coating August’s furry chest and belly with his release.

August sucked in much-needed breaths as Lucas collapsed on top of him. “Holy fuck. That was… That was amazing. I wish you could feel what I felt. It was…mind-blowing.”

“Just think, you could have been doing that all along,” August said, annoyed with himself for even bringing up Lucas being with other men.

Lucas folded his arms on August’s chest, dropping his chin to his forearms. “You don’t get it. I’ve never done anything like that. Nobody believes I can do what I do. So, they think their thoughts are safe. Usually they are, but sometimes, I slip, and when I do, the results are pretty bleak. But you… You just let me in, you invite me in, and it’s so hot. You’re so fucking hot because I can trust that your thoughts won’t hurt.”

August didn’t know what to say to that. He’d been called a lot of things in his life, even attractive, but nobody had ever called him trustworthy and they’d never called him hot, especially not while looking at him like Lucas was. Before he could think of something to say, Lucas was reaching for the key, unlocking August’s wrists and working the blood back into his hands and fingers.

“Shower?” Lucas asked as August got rid of the condom.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Then we should order food. I’m starving. Did you eat after you…you know?” He made a stabbing motion like he was in a Hitchcock film.

August couldn’t help but laugh. “No, there was no time after we got everything cleaned up. She was a pain in the ass even after she died.”

Lucas took August’s hand and led him into the bathroom, turning on the water. When they stepped under the spray, Lucas frowned at August. “Are you okay?”

He wasn’t. A single thought hit him like a blow to his diaphragm. “You can’t leave me.”

Lucas blinked rapidly, water droplets catching on his eyelashes. “What?”

August cupped Lucas’s face, forcing him to meet his gaze. “I know you think this is crazy. And I know some part of you thinks Kohn is going to kill you, so none of this matters anyway. I know that’s why you’re so casual about bedding a killer.”

Lucas opened his mouth like he was going to protest, but August shook his head.

“Don’t. Don’t lie to me. I know you think you have a clock ticking down over your head, but it’s not true. I won’t let that happen. If it comes down to random strangers or you, I’ll choose you every time. I’ll literally burn this world to ash before I let somebody hurt you. I don’t care who suffers because of it. I know that’s intense and weird but I need you to know I mean it. You’re not going to die, and I’m not letting you go. If you’re going to leave me, you’re going to have to kill me first. Please, kill me first.”

August snapped his mouth shut, turning away from Lucas, cursing his inability to be normal for five fucking minutes. It felt like an hour had passed before Lucas’s arms came around him from behind, his lips pressing against the nape of his neck. “I need you to know that is literally the most fucked up thing anybody has ever said to me after sex, including the one time a guy said I looked just like his older brother…after we fucked. Sadly, I already knew that because I saw it…you know, with my mind.”

August wanted to laugh but he couldn’t. He was waiting for Lucas to tell him to get out, to call him a psycho, a lunatic. “I just needed you to know. I feel bad about it. Well, I would feel bad about it if I was capable. I know I should feel bad about it. But I also know me. I don’t care that we barely know each other. It’s just you. You’re the one for me, and if I can’t have you, I’d rather not exist anymore.”

Lucas turned August around, wrapping his arms around his neck. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to feel about that. Ironic given my profession. If I had a patient tell me their significant other had said that to them, I’d tell them to run fast and far in the other direction and that they were in an abusive relationship. But here I am, not going anywhere. I’m not afraid of you. And maybe I do feel like I’m on borrowed time, but that doesn’t make this any less real to me…whatever this is.”

“You’re not afraid of me?” August asked, heart thudding heavily against his ribs.

Lucas’s brows went up, a half smile forming. “Of you? No. Afraid for everybody else, yes. I can’t let you burn the world down just for me.”

August studied Lucas’s face, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. “You say that like you have a choice.”

“Fine,” Lucas said around a sigh, reaching for the soap. “But that doesn’t mean we’re getting married. We’re not in a relationship. Not yet. We haven’t even known each other a week.”

August frowned at Lucas. “What does that have to do with anything?” he pouted. Then asked, “Then what are we?”

Lucas pressed the soapy cloth to August’s chest, taking his time to scrub him thoroughly. “Roommates at whatever asylum we both end up in if things go sideways with Kohn.”

August’s pulse returned to normal when he realized Lucas wasn’t running away, that he was just teasing him. “We can buy matching straitjackets.”

Lucas slid the washcloth lower with a grin, cleaning August’s balls like he planned on eating off them later. “Do they make couture straitjackets?” Lucas asked.

August leaned down and kissed him, pressing himself into Lucas’s hand. “Of course. Only the best for the Mulvaneys.”