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“I want you.” I planted my palms on the door, either side of TJ’s head. “Now.”

His response was to slide one hand onto my neck and tug down my head. “Fuck, yeah.” The kiss this time was harder, almost rough. I nipped at the full lips, my teeth grazing at his skin, and my tongue soothing the sting away. Heat flashed between us, and when I dropped one hand to cup him, he moaned at my touch, his hard-on jerking beneath my fingers.

“Take me,
please
.” TJ’s voice was strained, as though he surfed the edge of control too. It would take very little for me to turn him, drag down his jeans and take him right here, against the door. He moved, fumbled with his jeans, and then with a clink of a belt buckle, and a rustle of heavy fabric, they were gone, pooling around our feet.

He wore no underwear. His cock bumped up against mine and I heard his breath hitch. Gods, that felt good. I sent a mental thank you to mighty Tangaroa, God of the Sea, for sending TJ to me. I hadn’t fucked in an age.

“Here.” He shoved a foil packet in my hand. “I can’t wait.” Humans insisted on condoms, and usually lube. I only carried them when I went looking for sex, and I wondered if TJ was the same, or if he was always prepared. It didn’t matter. Within moments my dick was covered, and straining inside the thin latex.

I couldn’t see his eyes clearly in the near darkness, but I found his mouth easily for another kiss. He was addictive.

As if he’d read my thoughts, TJ turned to face the door and bent slightly. “Now.
Please
, Henare.”

By Tangaroa, his ass was as perfect as I’d guessed, the skin smooth and unblemished to my touch. His whimper made me smile, and I took my time, teasing with one finger between his clenched cheeks. “Lube?”

“Just do it.”

I didn’t want to hurt him, and the thought made me pause. Why was I bothered? I sucked on my fingers anyway, and teased some more, before sliding one wet digit inside his ass. His groan of pleasure reverberated through my aching cock. I could wait no longer.

The first push into his tight hole made my head spin. Heat enveloped me and I plunged deeper, filling him, taking everything.

The world around me ceased to exist. I pumped steadily in and out, each thrust dragging a moan from the man I pinned to the door, every movement hauling me closer to a dizzying climax, held at bay by sheer force of will. His T-shirt was soft under my hand, and I pressed my fingers into his shoulder. Such contrast. Firm, strong muscles and bones, all hidden from view. I’d admire them later.

Reaching around his front, I took his cock in my fist and squeezed.

“
Henare
.” He cried my name and I lost it. I dug my teeth into the soft flesh at the base of his neck and let the orgasm roll over me, coming in waves until I was spent. I sagged over him, my knees strangely weak, and the breath tight in my lungs. What the fuck just happened?
He called out my name.
Another reminder of Matiu.

My worlds collided for the briefest moment. The man I yearned for, and the man panting beside me. I could pretend they were one and the same. His cock like granite in my hand, I wanted to pleasure him. With care, I eased out of his ass, earning another whimper. His turn now. Pre-cum was sticky on his cockhead, and I used it to slick my fingers, before gliding along his length.

“Jesus, that’s good.” No, he mustn’t speak. I couldn’t pretend otherwise. I released his shoulder and stuffed two fingers into his mouth, to keep him quiet. He sucked them, eager and intent, and I continued to jack him off, fast and hard, until he came over my hand.

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Chapter 5

We’d fucked. It was time for TJ to leave, only… I didn’t want him to go just yet. He wriggled within the confines of my arms, and turned to face me. “I don’t… it’s never…” He swallowed, as though the words had stuck in his throat.

Had I misread him? Anxiety speared my temples, and I stroked an unsteady finger down his stubbled cheek. “Did I hurt you?”

His soft huff of laughter warmed my chest. “Fuck, no.” He gazed back at me, holding the connection. “It was amazing.”

Leaning into him, claiming those full, soft lips again, felt right. Instinctive. As did tossing aside the condom, taking TJ’s hand and leading him into the previously unused bedroom. I was acting so far outside my normal behaviour that I didn’t recognise myself.

Knowing that still wasn’t enough to stop me.

I wanted to go slow this time, to savour the experience. TJ stripped the T-shirt over his head leaving him as blissfully naked as me. The only thing he wore was a chunky watch, and a smile.

“Let me taste you.” He sank gracefully to his knees and gazed up at me, an impish grin on his face. I nodded, unable to speak, and helpless with longing. My dick was hard and ready to go again, and it thickened even further when TJ closed his sweet lips around it.

Holy Tangaroa
. This was more than I expected. Moist heat enveloped my cockhead, sparking so many sensations that my knees were buckling under the onslaught. I had to grab the decorative chest of drawers for balance. Bit by bit, TJ took my cock. It must have been uncomfortable, but he swallowed, glanced up at me, and then took the last inch, leaving his nose pressing into my groin.

How could he breathe? The myriad of anonymous fucks had never matched this, or even come close. Millions of nerve endings sang in pleasure, and that was before he started to move. Long slow glides to almost leave his mouth, before he sucked again, back and forth, in and out. My chest tightened, the air constricting in my lungs.

I, the dreaded
Taniwha
, was reduced to helplessness by this man on his knees. He’d almost made me human.

His tongue laved the underside, swirled over the head, and caused stars to flash before my eyes.
“TJ.”
I dug for control, to wrestle back some power, but he ignored me. My balls ached with the need to come, but I feared he’d choke. “
Stop
,” I managed to gasp, before coherent thought disappeared altogether.

Worry flitted across his beautiful eyes, but he let my cock slide from his mouth. His lips were dark and swollen. Edible. “Did I do something you don’t like?”

“No.” I sucked in a ragged breath, my heart pounding. “It was too good.”

TJ’s smile was sweet. “There’s no such thing. Will you come in my mouth? Please?”

He offered freely what I’d only ever taken before. As easily as he took my cock into his mouth, he slipped under my defences, and chipped away at another piece of my armour. I wanted him too much. I couldn’t refuse.

This time, he stroked my super-sensitive balls while he sucked, and I couldn’t stop. I erupted into his throat, fierce spasms that seemed to last forever, each spurt robbing me of my sanity.

I stared, open-mouthed, when TJ licked me clean. His dick jutted forward, hard and flushed, and it cried for my attention.

I don’t do this.

I only touched him earlier because I pretended he was Matiu.

I don’t give.

Sinking onto the bed, I held out my hand to him. “Come here.” My voice was little more than a rasp. TJ scrambled to his feet, and then perched on the edge of the bed. “I want to touch you.” The words were unfamiliar when I spoke. I’m not sure I’d ever used them.

A smile to rival the sun lit his face, and he wriggled back, to sprawl against the pillows. “I want that too, Henare.”

Not sure where to start, I lay on my side next to him, and slowly stroked his dick with my fingertips. Root to tip, I mapped the veins and listened to the sounds he made, learning what he liked. Over the head, I slicked through the gleaming pearl of pre-cum, and then used that to lubricate my fist. Watching him, seeing the signs of his arousal, and feeling him, satisfied me in a way I’d never known possible. How could it be that I was getting turned on, by pleasuring him?

It made no sense, but judging by the pink flush on his cheeks, and the way his eyes glazed, he was enjoying it. I pumped his shaft, the way I like to touch myself, and his whimpers turned to groans. Desire unfurled again in my belly, and my cock stirred. I could do this all day. Touch him, and then fuck him. I squeezed harder and found a faster rhythm, his erection hot and sticky within my hand.

“Henare,” he whispered, and tugged at my head. Our lips met a second before he came, the hot streams splashing over his stomach. Beautiful.

“Christ,” he muttered, his head dropping back onto the pillow. “I don’t think I can move. Do you have any tissues?”

No. I dug into one of the nearby drawers and produced a T-shirt. “Use this.”

TJ’s eyes flicked open, his surprise tangible. “I can’t use your shirt. I’ll get some toilet paper.” He wouldn’t find any, but he didn’t know that. I forestalled his argument by wiping him clean, and then dropping the shirt onto the floor.

The first fingers of daylight peeped through the window, and strayed across the bed. I wanted to look at TJ some more, see his face illuminated by the sun, and wonder at what he was doing to me.

I slid my finger over the purple stain on TJ’s cheek. “Who else has hurt you? The ‘other fuckers’?”

He gave that awkward one-shouldered shrug that I already associated with him. “Does it matter?”

Something heated inside my chest. “Yes. It does.”

“Fuck.” TJ dragged a hand through his hair, before meeting my eyes. “My dad. My stepfather. My brother.”

“Your
family
?” Why would they do this?

“Because I’m gay, that’s why. Families suck. Mostly. My Gran was lovely, and my sister is awesome, but the rest of them can go to hell.”

Yes, we had something in common there. “I don’t see my family anymore.”
They disowned me.
“They caught me with my lover and…”
Exiled me
. “Couldn’t accept it.” My heart banged painfully against my ribs, and the words dried in my mouth. I’d never spoken of this before.

“
Henare
.” TJ stroked my neck, his fingers caressing the fine hairs, soothing me. “That’s awful. What happened to him? Your lover?”

He abandoned me. Walked away as though I meant nothing.
My skin prickled and felt too hot. I couldn’t talk about this. TJ’s fingers continued to whisper over my neck, his gaze holding mine.
He
didn’t judge me. “Matiu was my oldest friend and he told me he’d come back one day. I’m still waiting.” I shook my head.

I’d said too much.

The beautiful young man by my side said nothing, but his eyes spoke volumes. When he kissed me, his lips were gentle.

I could have stayed there all day, lying next to TJ, skin to skin, feeling his heart beating beneath my palm, his soft breath as he slept. I would watch over him. My family wanted to pretend I’d never existed, but they’d never physically hurt me. Which was the easier to bear?

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Chapter 6

The sun was fully through the windows when TJ stirred. Stretching, he yawned and scratched at his chin, then opened his eyes and saw me. Surprise flickered across his face, and then desire and he reached up to claim a kiss. “Shit,” he mumbled, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“I didn’t mind.” I meant it. I didn’t want him to leave, but wasn’t sure how to say it. As I sought the words, he glanced at his watch and groaned.

“Hell. I need to get moving, I don’t want to be late.”

Disappointment surged, but I swallowed it down. I was being foolish if I thought he wanted to spend more time with me.

“Hey, are you free today? Maybe you could come? If you wanted to.” TJ messed with his hair some more and met my gaze. “I just thought, you know.”

“Yes.” I couldn’t contain my smile. “I would like to come with you.”

“That’s great.” He climbed out of bed and picked up his T-shirt. “You might not be so keen when I tell you what I’m doing.”

His body was so perfect, it was a shame to cover it with clothing. I stared at his ass when he walked into the bathroom. He would be mine again soon.

TJ paused on the way out, and gestured to my carvings, the works in progress that covered the table. “You make these?” I nodded, and his eyes opened wide. “Wow. They’re amazing. I’ve seen them for sale but didn’t know they were yours.”

I shrugged, uncomfortable with the attention. “Should we go?”

****

TJ gestured toward the sprawling house at the end of the track. “This used to be my gran’s place. She’s been gone a few years now, but her friend lives here still.” TJ flashed me a smile. “I do odd jobs for her, and today I’m bringing in her firewood.”

It was the middle of summer, and had been hot for weeks. “Odd time of year to need firewood?”

“Yeah, about that.” TJ stopped walking, shoved his hands in his pockets and stared into the distance. “I’m not going to be here this winter.”

I paused beside him. “Oh?”

“I’m going overseas. You know how us Kiwis always want to fly the nest.” The shimmering sea in the distance held his attention.

I processed his words. “You’re going far?”

“Uh huh. England. About as far as you can get.”

“Your sister,” I murmured.

“Yeah.” He gave me a hint of a smile. “She’s got a year left at Cambridge, and has a room free in her house. I miss her, you know.”
I knew.
I understood that only too well. TJ rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s been my goal for years, and I’ve saved every cent I can lay my hands on. And yeah. My flight’s already booked.”

“How soon?”

“Next week.”

My turn to stare at the sea, the sensation of loss painfully familiar. Why did I care? As Butch darted up to me and licked my hand, I clung to the truth. TJ was just another anonymous fuck. I’d have forgotten him by tomorrow.

TJ’s friend was a bright-eyed, plump lady with weather-beaten skin and a mop of tangled grey curls. She could have been anywhere between fifty and eighty, and moved slowly to greet us, leaning heavily on a wooden stick. Butch was visibly delighted to see her and bounded up, his tail wagging fit to burst. She hugged TJ hard and then turned to me. “I’m Elizabeth. And who might you be?”

TJ wriggled from her embrace. “This is Henare,” he announced, a curious note of pride in his voice.