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Authors: Stuart Wakefield

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"Building what?" I asked. "Is that was the millstone was for?"

"Aye. When it was finished he said he'd give me ma skin back."

Millie leaned forwards. "What was it, Dom?"

Before he could reply, the colour drained out of Tammie's face. "The Odin Stone."

Millie whistled and shook her head in disbelief. "Maggs," she said. "Pour me a pint." She squinted over at the growing cloud of water that loomed above the bar and pulled a face. "Leven, do something about that, will you?"

An hour later, Dom sat perfectly still on a worn sofa that threatened to collapse under his weight. His hands cradled a glass still full of beer despite Tammie and Millie being on their third. They conferred with Maggs in a corner. From what little I overheard they debated both Teran's motives and what to do next.

I'd left them to it and gone upstairs to get cleaned up. Maggs had appeared briefly to offer me some clothing of her late husband's, muttering an apology and disappearing back downstairs before I had a chance to ask her about the pendant.

Now I perched on the edge of the sofa, cradling my own glass. I assumed that Dom had he been listening to the elders from here and nodded off.

I jumped when I heard a whisper.

"What," Dom's voice was hoarse. "What have Ah done?"

I put my glass down and knelt on the sofa next to him. "Did you know what it was?"

He shook his head. I took his glass and set it down next to mine before I reached back up and hugged him.

"Ye smell like meadows, moppy," he mumbled as he hid his face in my chest.

"Come on." I took his big hand in mine. "You need some rest. You're exhausted."

We made our excuses and Maggs showed us to our rooms. She'd closed down the bed and breakfast side of the business months before following her husband's death.

"Sleep well, boys." And she was gone.

Dom frowned. "It feels different here."

"I know. It's strange."

"Ah don't like it."

"Do you want to stay back at the house?" We had moved Mackay's body out to the barn but I still hoped that Dom didn't want to go back there.

"Ah want to be with ye."

"Are you sure about that?"

"No. Ah don't recognise maself. Ah don't know why but Ah want tae be with ye. Ah don't feel in control."

"Do you still think I'm doing something to keep you here?"

"Aye. No. Ah don't know. Ah know it's wrong."

"Wrong?"

"Thee and me. It's not right."

"Things have moved on, you know. Society is much more accepting of two men-"

Dom cut me short with a sudden laughed. "Is that what ye think this is about? Ah don't care about society. Ah'm thinking about me being what Ah am and ye being what ye are. How is this going to work? Ma home is sea."

"So you keep saying but you must have been curious about life on land otherwise why would you have befriended Mackay?"

"He took ma skin."

"Eventually, I know, but no one could make you make friends at the pub and become a member of the community, could they?"

"Ah needed tae get away."

"That's funny because I thought it was the sea you wanted to get away to."

"Ah like the people here."

"So stay. Do you have community out there? I don't think you do. Does anyone, anything, care about you out there? I don't think so. But I do. I care about you. But do you care about me?"

"Ah can't."

"Why not?"

He stepped back from me, his palms held up in surrender. "Ah haven't the words."

"Then show me."

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Release

I stood at the bottom of the bed and towelled myself dry. Dom lay asleep, sprawled across the bed, making it look much smaller than it actually was.

I'd seen another side to the big man last night. So much of the past few days had been filled with Dom shouting, thumping, or crashing around the house in a temper that I was surprised to see how tender he could be. He handled me like a precious object, stroking my skin and kissing me all over. I'd only experienced Shaun's nervous admiration although I always doubted since that he had ever really cared about me.

But Dom was different. Every touch of his hands and lips had telegraphed his wish for my pleasure. He kept eye contact with me constantly, checking my reaction to his touch, smiling every time I gasped with pleasure and pushed my hips off the bed. Then he would back off and try a new place to caress or kiss. It seemed like hours before Dom actually touched my cock. When he did I thought I might pass out; such was the sensation of his warm fingers on my shaft.

"It's so hard," said Dom, his delight dancing in his eyes.

"If you keep touching me like that, I'm going to come."

Dom stopped, uncertain. "Is that bad?"

"It is if you don't get to feel what I'm feeling first."

I took my time exploring Dom's body. I had spent so long watching the way Dom moved, how graceful he was despite his size, that I'd never stopped to think how he might feel. Dom was solid muscle, almost hard to the touch. My hands felt the thickness of his neck as I kissed him before resting them on his shoulders while my mouth moved across his chest.

But wherever my mouth travelled my hands followed. As my lips worked their way down the flattened bumps of Dom's abs his cock bounced upwards towards his stomach.

I breathed in the smell of Dom's shaft. It smelt of the ocean. I couldn't recall Dom ever bathing but he had spent time in the water. That unmistakeable saltiness, mixed with the strong smell of his cock, made my own shaft painfully stiff. I knew the big man was ready.

Scooching up the bed, I extended my arms and raised my body up, a frozen push up over Dom's body. Only our chests and cocks touched. Dom's hands clamped themselves around my arse and he ground his shaft against mine. I looked down to see drool from my cock drip onto the head of Dom's, joining his own pre-cum and pooling on his stomach.

I felt dizziness wash over me as Dom continued his persistent grind. My eyes became heavy and my breath caught in my throat.

It happened then; all my strength centred in my core and it was all I could do to keep my arms straight as my energy channelled itself into my cock.

The force of my ejaculation surprised us both, squirting scattershot between the narrow gap between us. Dom started to come, his own spurts thicker but just as powerful. His fingers dug harder into my buttocks as we jerked together on the bed. I regained my breath just long enough to cry out, finally falling onto my elbows for respite.

I buried my brow into his neck, my damp hair sticking to my own skin. My breathing slowed as I recovered but I could still feel our cocks pulsating and I felt eager for more.

But we had fallen asleep, both mentally and physically exhausted. I'd woken the following morning to find myself pinned to the bed by one of Dom's hairy forearms. I watched him sleep for a while, his expression neutral, before wriggling carefully out and taking another shower.

Now, as I stood at the bottom of the bed, marvelling at his magnificent physique, he suddenly sat up and pulled me onto him.

"What are you doing?" I said, as Dom's hands explored mine.

"Ah'm checking yer hands."

"For?"

"Webbing."

I swatted his hands away, pretending to be mad. "You are a bad man."

"Ye're the bad man. Ah'm not even a man."

"Man? You usually refer to me a 'boy'."

He grinned and I wanted to kiss his smile at once. "Or 'moppy'."

"I'd rather you called me that than 'boy'." I wriggled into his lap and kissed him again. He tasted of animal health and I let my tongue roam over his blunt, square teeth before seeking out his own.

As Dom returned my kisses his hands explored me, the warm pads of his fingers making me shiver when they traced the sensitive curves of my lower back.

The only thing that distracted me from his mouth was the delicious sensation of his hooded cock prodding mine.

I rocked back onto my haunches, spat into my hand and daubed the fluid across Dom's cock. He gasped at the sudden touch and his hips bucked involuntarily.

I spat again, reaching behind me to slide my fingers inside myself.

Taking his cock in my wet fist, I tried to ease myself onto it. Dom inhaled sharply and grabbed my waist when he realised what I was doing.

"Can we do this?"

I smiled down at him and he relaxed with a smile unlike any I'd seen before. It was a half-smile, his eyelids heavy. His bottom lip seemed fuller, too.

I eased myself down again but Dom, his hands back on my arse, lifted me off him to kiss and lick my chest. He savoured my taste.

I had thought so often of the mechanics of this moment I'd never considered what it might feel like.

Despite his tenderness last night, I thought he might use this to prove his dominance over me but now any doubts I'd had were gone.

Not that I didn't have something to prove. "I want you inside me."

He reached around and rubbed a finger across my hole. I writhed in the grip of his other hand, eager for more contact with his fingers. He pushed the tip of his finger against me and smiled when I opened for him. I made a small sound when I realised that my cock had begun to drool again; a thin line of fluid ran down the shaft of my cock and dripped off my balls onto the base of Dom's.

"Please," I begged, pushing against his finger.

With increased force, he worked his finger deeper inside me. His probing digit felt hot against my flesh. He introduced another finger and worked me with both. So that was it, he wanted to fuck me but suspected the head of his cock would prove too blunt a tool to pierce me that easily.

Apparently satisfied that I was ready, he picked me up. His head swung between the bed and the wall before he decided on the bed. I'd never imagined that he would ever want me like this, especially like this, and I surrendered to the idea of Dom consuming my flesh with all his strength and power.

Laying me carefully on the bed, he pushed my thighs back and lapped at the place his fingers had been moments earlier. I shuddered when he made contact and again when he slid his thick tongue inside me.

I muttered something to God. The reaction spurred Dom on and he pushed deeper inside me, twisting his tongue this way and that, enjoying the stream of incoherent moaning I couldn't control.

Weaving my fingers into his hair, I pulled him away from his taunting game and up to my face. With my legs wrapped tightly around him I looked into his eyes.

"Do it." The aggression in my demand surprised us both.

Dom spat into his palm and fisted his cock, but it was already slick with his pre-cum. I hoped I was wet enough to take him as he rocked his hips towards my eager flesh.

It took all my concentration to open up to him so he didn't hurt me. Dom slid into me until I felt the snap of my ring back around the head of his cock. He stopped then, feeding me an inch more before pulling back and checking that I was okay with a cautious look.

He looked down and I felt his cock throb, no doubt aroused by the sight of his thick rod in my hole. He slid in an inch further but pulled back again, this time so my ring opened up again and over his head. Just before he was clear, he pushed back in, very slowly this time, and one inch more. He continued to fuck me with the first few inches of his cock, his eyes locked to mine at all times.

Then he withdrew and sat back, gazing down at me. His skin glistened, light dappled across his solid build.

I met his look with one of complete surrender. No words were needed for my request and his eyes answered it.

Dom slid back into me again and I fought the urge to scream. He towered over me, his big hands clamped around my shins. I could feel every thick vein on his magnificent cock as he slid into me. As much as I tried to relax I couldn't stop my balls from tightening and my cock from straining upwards. I had never been fucked and was glad Dom had taken control and lubed me up so well. His big, flat tongue had worked wonders on my muscles, allowing me to relax enough to take him.

Light caught Dom's shoulders and part of his face as his head lolled back. Clearly, he was enjoying the complete penetration too, sliding the last few inches into me. The fucking started then; long, slow strokes, painfully slow at times. Dom let go of my legs and curled his body over me.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him, kissing his hair, brow, lips. Dom's tongue was soon working against my own and the sensation of both his mouth and cock threatened to take me over the edge. The sound of our kissing was joined only by the soft slap of skin on skin.

Dom changed position, still pushing into me but with his arms straight and hands firmly planted either side of my head. I watched his abs contract with each thrust. I rocked myself back, using his powerful shoulders for support, and wrapped my legs further up his body. The angle allowed even deeper penetration and I knew I'd come soon. A steady stream of pre-cum dripped onto my chest.

I needed this. In every move we made together my muscles burned with the effort of restraint. I could have come as soon as he entered me but I wanted this to last for as long as possible. For all I knew he could wake one morning to find Dom gone, his skin retrieved. If this was the only time we'd have together, to truly be together, then I had to make it count for something, to make it as good for him as it felt for me.

But my body could not be denied. When I wrapped myself tighter around him I knew I could last a few minutes more at the most. Seeming to sense my turmoil, Dom slowed his thrusts but that did nothing to slow the approach of my orgasm.

I knew Dom's next stab into me would be the cue for my release. He pressed deeper into me as his cock swelled to be even thicker, soon followed by the first hot flood of liquid. I started to come, splattering my chest and neck as Dom's continued pressure curled me tighter and tighter. The moment seemed to have no end, each contraction of my arse, balls, and cock triggered the same in Dom. It felt like the cum that Dom pumped into me somehow flooded through my own balls and out through my cock.

Dom's mouth connected with mine unexpectedly, hungry for my open mouth, as if to devour me in this moment of pure abandon. The big man's mouth moved to my chest, licking up beads of juice and transferring them to me. I ate hungrily.

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