Behind the Secrets (Behind the Lives #4) (24 page)

“What do ya think I’m gonna do? Spank
your arse?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“Then I ain’t comin’ over.”

“Pussy.”

“I’m not a pussy!”

“Then c’mere.”

“Only if you promise you won’t smack my
arse.”

“I promise I won’t smack your
itsy-bitzy-teeny-weenie arse.”

Corey glowered at him. “Why are you bein’
mean?”

“Why are you bein’ an oversensitive
twat?”

“Stop insulting me!”

“Then man up and come over ’ere.”

Corey breathed out. “Okay, but no
smacking my arse,” he said, hobbling over. He went to sit down on the bed, but yelled
out as Sledge grabbed him, yanking him onto his back. Sledge planted his lips
against Corey’s, his hands moving all over him. Corey remained still, Sledge
moving faster than his brain could process.

Sledge started yanking Corey’s pants
down, snapping him out of his stunned state. Corey grabbed Sledge’s hand and
jerked his head to the side, snapping, “Stop it, Sledge!”

Sledge stopped. “Why?”

“We can’t fuck on Beth’s bed, plus the
door’s wide open.”

“I don’t care.” Sledge started tickling
him, making Corey squeal. Sledge burst out laughing. “You sound just like a
girl.”

Corey placed a hand on Sledge’s face and
shoved him back. Sledge grabbed Corey’s hand and rammed it into the mattress.
He locked lips with Corey again. Corey stopped fighting him, wanting what
Sledge was doing. He placed his other hand behind Sledge’s head and kissed him
back, no longer caring where they were.

A bang came from outside, making Sledge
jerk back. He sat up, his eyes going to the shuttered window. “What wuz that?”

Corey leaned over and grabbed his
crutches off the floor. “I’ll go check.” He pushed up and hobbled out of the
room, heading for the back door. He poked his head outside. A full clothes line
greeted his gaze, and a...

His eyes went to the rubbish bin lying
on the ground, its contents spilled out. He looked up, spotting a cat jumping over
the wooden fence. Closing the door, he hobbled back to Sledge. “It wuz just a
cat,” he said, entering the bedroom. “It knocked over the rubbish bin.”

Sledge slung his legs over the side of
the bed and sat up. He patted his lap. “Then close the door and gimme a lap-dance.”

Corey’s eyebrows shot up. “You seriously
want
me
to give you a lap-dance?”

Sledge patted his lap again. “Yup, then
I’m gonna fuck you.”

Corey grinned. “How hard?”

“I’m going to tickle your tonsils from
the other end.”

Corey laughed.

Sledge grinned. “Now, get some music
on.”

“I can’t do much with my bung foot.”

“You can so; you’re s’posed to get that
moon boot off soon, so start stripping, ho.”

“Ho?!! Don’t treat me like a female.”

“Get over yourself and out of those
clothes.”

Corey scowled at him, but instead of
complaining he shut the door and turned to the CD player, preferring sex over
arguing. He flicked through the CDs in Beth’s holder, picking out some R&B
that wasn’t Destiny’s Child or TLC, Beth a huge fan of both. He slipped the CD
into the player and flicked the switch. As the music started, he turned back to
Sledge and hobbled over to him.

“Drop the crutches,” Sledge said, “I’ll
catch you if you fall.”

“How corny.”

“No, I mean it; my right arm is still
good, plus my left can move a little.”

“Okay.” Leaning more on his better leg,
Corey dropped the crutches, almost falling over.

Sledge steadied him with his right hand.
Corey went to yank off his hoodie.

Sledge grabbed the bottom of it. “Slowly
or it’s not sexy.” He let go.

Trying to keep his balance on his better
leg, he slowly lifted the hoodie and his shirt over his head. He tossed it at
Sledge’s face, who whipped it away, his eyes locked on Corey’s torso.

“Turn around,” Sledge said, holding out
his good arm. “I wanna see your arse when you pull your pants down.”

Corey used Sledge’s arm to hobble
around. Facing away from Sledge, he took hold of the top of his sweatpants and slowly
pulled them over the curve of his arse.

“You’ve got no undies on,” Sledge said,
smacking Corey’s arse.

Corey yelled out and hopped to the side,
almost falling over, his sweatpants slipping down his legs. “You promised not
to smack my arse!”

Sledge smiled. “No I didn’t, but I’ll be
happy to kiss it better, so get your cute arse over ’ere.”

Wanting Sledge to kiss his arse, Corey
moved closer. Grinning, he bent over in front of him, imagining all the jokes
he could use against Sledge once he’d kissed it. Another smack landed on his
arse, making him yell out again. Before he could move away, Sledge grabbed him
and yanked him onto his lap. Corey swore at him, and tried to get up, but
Sledge tightened his grip.

“Yeah, babe,” Sledge said. “Keep
wriggling that arse, you’re makin’ me hard.” He lowered his hand to Corey’s
cock, murmuring, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy when you get mad.”

Groaning, Corey leaned his head against
Sledge’s shoulder, enjoying what Sledge was doing. He turned his head and
kissed Sledge, slipping his tongue inside Sledge’s mouth, the smacks all but
forgotten. Sledge kissed him back, not letting up on rubbing Corey’s cock,
making him hard within seconds.

Before Corey could blink, Sledge broke
the kiss and yanked Corey onto the bed, pushing him onto his front. Corey
rolled over and looked up at Sledge, who was struggling out of his shirt, his
left hand hindering him. Corey pushed up and helped him slip it off, throwing
the shirt to the floor. He ran a hand down Sledge’s stomach, his boyfriend’s six-pack
not as defined as it had been before the shooting, but still there, turning
Corey on no end. He leaned forward and kissed it, loving Sledge’s toned body.
Sledge placed his hand at the back of Corey’s head, moaning as Corey took his
nipple into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. He then peppered kisses down
Sledge’s stomach, stopping above his pants.

“Get my cock out,” Sledge said, breathing
heavily.

Corey unbuttoned Sledge’s shorts and pulled
out his huge hard-on. Corey ran both hands up and down it, licking his lips at
the sight, Sledge’s knob slick with pre-cum.

“Oh God, Corey, you’re so fuckin’ hot.”

Corey looked up at Sledge’s face,
surprised to see Sledge staring at him with uninhibited lust. Corey stopped
stroking Sledge’s cock, taken aback. It was usually him who pushed for sex,
well, before Sledge’s accident it was. He’d had a feeling Sledge found him
attractive back then, but never to this degree. Maybe Sledge had always lusted
after him, just his homophobic restraints had held him back, not allowing him
to be true to his feelings, and now Sledge’s inhibitions had been stripped away,
he was finally owning up to how he really felt. Cory hoped so, because the way
Sledge was looking at him left him breathless.

Sledge shoved him onto his back and pulled
off Corey’s moon boot, removing his bunched-up sweatpants as well. Chucking
them aside, he grabbed Corey’s arse and pulled him closer. With his cock
jutting out of his shorts, he started rubbing it against Corey’s, his big hand
wrapped around both their cocks, masturbating them both at the same time. Corey
groaned and writhed on the bed, thinking he was in heaven. Sledge let go and
ran a finger between Corey’s arse cheeks, making him jolt.

Sledge smiled at him. “Don’t worry; I’ll
be careful, sexy.”

Corey smiled at the word
sexy
.

Sledge pushed a finger inside of him
slowly.

Corey stiffened. “It’s too dry, need
lube.”

Sledge removed his finger and spat on it.

“No, Sledge! That’s gross!”

Sledge planted his lips against Corey’s,
cutting off his complaint. He pushed his finger back inside of Corey, this time
sliding it in easily. As Sledge kissed him, he moved his finger in and out of
Corey. A moment later, he added a second finger, making Corey inhale sharply
into Sledge’s kiss. Sledge continued what he was doing, curving his finger,
widening Corey. He added a third finger.

Corey cried out, breaking the kiss. “Sledge!”

Sledge removed his fingers, replacing
them with his cockhead.

“Oh God,” Corey said, feeling the huge
head push in. He started panting, not sure he could do it without lube. “You’re
too big, you need lube.”

Sledge pulled back a bit, looking like
he was going to...

“Stop!” Corey yelled.

Sledge went still. “What?”

“Don’t you dare spit on your cock. Get
lube, you dirty bugger.”

“Where from?”

Corey grimaced. “It’s in my room.”

“Will Vaseline do?” Sledge asked.

“Yeah!”

“Cool, I spotted some yesterday.” Sledge
leaned over and pulled open the bedside drawer, removing a tub of Vaseline,
almost squashing Corey in the process.

“My foot!” Corey yelled out.

Sledge pulled back. “Sorry, you’re so
tiny.”

“I’m not tiny!”

Sledge smiled. “You’re so cute when you
get mad.” He reached up and touched Corey’s beanie. “Has your hair grown back
yet?”

Corey grabbed his beanie. “No. The doc
said it’ll take a while longer.”

“Doesn’t matter, I like you with a
beanie, it makes you look even cuter.”

“Stop calling me cute, I prefer sexy.”

Smiling, Sledge leaned down and kissed
Corey, making Corey forget about being mad. The sound of a lid popped open,
then he felt cold Vaseline touch him below. He jerked as Sledge slicked up his
hole.

Sledge moved his lips to Corey’s ear.
“I’ll take it slow.” He placed the tip of his cock to Corey’s opening. Corey
inhaled sharply as Sledge pushed inside, the girth hurting him.

“Slower, slower, slower,” Corey panted
out.

Sledge pulled out and rolled over, lying
next to Corey.

“What are you doin’?” Corey said. “I
didn’t say stop, I said slower.”

Sledge yanked Corey onto his side. “My
left side wuz makin’ it hard to stay up. I’ll take you from behind instead.”

“Cool!” Corey faced away from Sledge,
lifting his leg up.

Sledge pushed back inside, slower this
time, making it not hurt as much. Sledge started leisurely moving inside of
him, loosening him, making Corey groan, Sledge’s cock touching Corey’s prostate.
He leaned his head back against Sledge’s shoulder and started wanking himself
as Sledged took him from behind.

Sledge knocked Corey’s hand out of the
way and grabbed his cock. He took over wanking it, amping up Corey’s
excitement, Sledge’s big hand totally eclipsing Corey’s cock, working his balls
at the same time.

The orgasm hit him before he had time to
warn Sledge. Cum shot out, Corey not caring that he’d scored Sledge’s hand.
Behind him, Sledge picked up speed fucking him, slamming so hard Corey knew he
was going to be sore afterwards, but he didn’t care, too caught up with his
orgasm.

Sledge grunted behind him, his cock
pumping inside of Corey, his body shaking from the strain. Several seconds
later, Sledge pulled out. Corey rolled over to face Sledge, who was red-faced
and breathing heavily, his eyes half-mast. Corey looked down at Sledge’s cock,
realising for the first time he wasn’t wearing a condom.

“Shit, Sledge, you didn’t rubber up.”

“So?”

“Safe sex.”

“It is safe. It’s with you. You’re
clean, I’m clean, and it’s not like we’re gonna fuck anyone else, well, you
better not or I’ll kill them.”

Corey smiled. “Am I yours for good?”

“You bet you are.”

“You don’t know how happy that makes
me.”

“I’m happy you’re happy.” Sledge leaned
forward, giving him a kiss.

Corey grinned into it. “I’ll be even happier
if I get to fuck you.”

Sledge pulled back. “You can do it next
time.”

Corey’s grin dropped. “What?”

“I said you can fuck me next time.”

“But you wouldn’t lemme do it before.”

“Well, I’m lettin’ ya now.”

“Yeah, but—”

“What’s your issue? It’s only fair if I
fuck you, you get to fuck me.”

“The Sledge I knew wouldn’t allow that. You
told me that you would
never
do it.”

“Why are you gettin’ upset? You asked, I
said yes. If you didn’t want it, don’t ask.”

“But you would never let me do it
before.”

“Stop repeating yourself.”

“You don’t understand,” Corey said,
feeling like crying, the man before him not the Sledge he’d fallen in love
with. He was making decisions that the old Sledge would never have.