Chapter 5: The Breaking of the Lawman
The word hung in the air like smoke, thick and desperate. I felt it settle in my chest, that raw begging note in his voice, and I looked across at Hugo. His eyes were dark, softer than I had ever seen them, and he gave me the smallest nod.
We moved together, instinct pulling us to either side of him. The bed creaked under his weight as he lay there shaking, his hands still pressed flat against his thighs like he was afraid to touch himself. Like his own skin might burn him.
"Easy," Hugo said, his voice a low rumble. He knelt beside Walters, one heavy hand landing on his knee with the gentleness of a man who knows how much force he carries. "You're alright."
Walters stared over at him, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The cum was still cooling on his belly, and I saw the shame rising in his face, that flush creeping up his neck. He opened his mouth, maybe to apologize, maybe to explain.
I cut him off. "Don't." I moved around to the head of the bed, behind him, my hands finding his shoulders, working the tense cords of muscle there. He flinched, then forced himself still. "Don't you fucking apologize for that. Not after all these years."
His throat worked. "I didn't... I couldn't..."
"Couldn't what?" Hugo's hand slid up his thigh, slow, giving him time to pull away. He didn't. "Couldn't hold it? You think that matters to us?"
I felt the tremor run through Walters' body, that fine vibration of a man barely holding himself together. My thumbs dug into the knot at the base of his neck, and I felt some of the tension give way. He let out a sound, something between a groan and a sob, and his head fell forward.
"Look at me." Hugo's voice was quiet but it carried steel. Walters lifted his head. "You've been watching me for three years. You told me that. You know how long I've been out here alone, how long I thought I'd never have another person in my bed. And you think I'm going to judge you for coming too fast?"
The silence stretched. Walters blinked, and I saw something shift in his face, that guarded wariness cracking at the edges.
"I don't know how to do this," he said.
I moved around to his side, keeping my hands on him, not letting the contact break. "Neither of us did, at first. But that's why we're here. " I looked at Hugo, felt that current pass between us. "Right?"
Hugo's hand found Walters' jaw, thumb brushing along the line of his cheekbone. "Right."
Slow, deliberate, I let my hands explore. Walters flinched with every new touch, his body braced for pain that never came. My fingers traced the curve of his shoulder, the dip of his collarbone. Hugo's hands moved up his thighs, spreading them apart, settling between them with a weight that made Walters suck in a breath.
"Breathe," Hugo said. "You're safe."
"I don't... I've never..."
I pressed my palm flat against his chest, feeling the frantic gallop of his heart. "You've never let anyone close. Trust me, we know exactly what that feels like."
Hugo leaned in, his mouth finding Walters' shoulder, pressing a kiss to the skin there. Walters made a sound that was almost a whimper, his hands rising, hovering over Hugo's shoulders like he didn't know what to do with them.
"Touch me," Hugo said against his skin. "You want to learn, you learn by doing."
Walters' hands landed, clumsy and uncertain, on Hugo's broad shoulders. I watched his fingers flex, testing the muscle underneath the pale skin.
"Christ," Walters whispered.
"Now him." Hugo nodded at me. "You don't get to just watch. You're part of this now."
I saw the fear flash through Walters' eyes, that panic of someone who has spent years convincing himself he doesn't need anyone. But I moved closer, and Hugo moved aside, and I positioned myself one knee on either side of his chest, in front of him. His eyes went from my face, to my bare chest, down to where my cock hung heavy and half hard between my legs, almost resting on his belly.
"Fuck! I don't..."
"You do." I took his hand, guiding it to my chest, pressing his palm flat against the hair there. His skin was warm, calloused in a way that told me he was no stranger to physical work. "You touched yourself watching us, didn't you? Now you get to touch us. No need to fantasize. Touch me, for real."
His hand moved, hesitant, tracing the line of muscle that ran down my sternum. I let out a breath, feeling that connection spark. Behind him, Hugo was working his cock, slow and steady, as it hardened. Walters' cock, soft and sticky with his earlier release, twitched at the sensation of his hand on my hairy chest.
"Look at him," Hugo said to Walters. His voice was low and thick. "Look at how hard he's getting for you."
I was, and I couldn't hide it. My cock had risen to full attention, the head beaded with precum. Walters' hand reached out before he could stop himself, and the moment his fingers wrapped around me, he let out a sound like he'd been struck.
"God," he breathed. "So hot. So fucking hot. And hard!"
I groaned, my hips pushing into his grip without asking permission. He held on, fumbling, learning the rhythm of what I needed. Behind him, Hugo guided his other hand as he came up beside me, pressing Walter's other hand against his own stiff cock.
"Take us both," Hugo said. "You've got two hands, use them."
In the dim lamp light he worked us, his eyes moving between our faces, watching our reactions. In his expression, I was his careful armor crumbling to dust.
"I want..." he started, then stopped, his jaw clenching.
"What?" Hugo's voice was gravel. "Tell me what you want."
When Walters spoke again, the words were rough and trembling. "I want to suck on you. Both of you. Then I want to watch him take you. Again. "