Shameless

Wild Desires

The moment Faustino vanished through the doorway, every nerve in Cristian's body picked up. He didn't want to be here by himself with Isaac. He couldn't possibly be. Cristian went carefully towards the fireplace, turning his back on the other man.

Cristian felt small needles piercing all over his body with every breath, every slight change in motion that Isaac made.

“So.”

Cristian's throat immediately swelled with a knot that nearly strangled him. His body tightened and stiffened.

“Perhaps it's best if you stay in the closet.” Isaac chuckled, but it lacked levity. I think one black sheep in the family is enough.” He remained silent, as though waiting for Cristian to react. Cristian squandered the opportunity. Isaac took a couple of steps closer after clearing his throat. Cristian's fingers whitened as he clutched the edge of the mantle. “On the other hand, if you came out...guess you would not have been a part of the family, wouldn't you?”

The unsaid discussion that was going on beneath the spoken one was deafening. Cristian felt a dull ache in the center of his forehead. Isaac's presence made him want to escape the room. He closed his eyes and prayed to get rid of the unpleasant emotions that were starting to swirl down in his lower gut.

Please, God...please...make it stop...

I don't want this. I-I don't

Isaac's palm gripped Cristian's shoulder, and his knees nearly collapsed as a bolt of lightning ripped through him. His breath caught and he flinched violently.

“I just hope people don't start referring to us as brothers.” His fingers grasped softly and moved towards Cristian's nape of the neck. “Given the existing circumstances,”

Cristian trembled and wanted to shake his hand, but he remained still, his gaze fixed on a photograph of Faustino and Lizella on their wedding day. Unbearable heat flowed from Isaac's fingers into Cristian's body. He swallowed hard and moved his weight, but Isaac's hand stayed, his fingers twisting into the ends of Cristian's black hair, curling the strands and softly tickling the sensitive flesh behind Cristian's ear. Cristian's heartbeat pounded against his chest, and his breath began to stutter and huff unevenly from between his lips. His fantasy about him and Isaac erupted in his brain, hardening his crotch so abruptly that he gasped. His jaw tightened and he gritted his teeth till his face ached.

Isaac dug deeper into Cristian's hair, cradling the back of his head. Cristian heaved a sigh. Please do not touch me! His eyes were stinging from tears. The pain in his groin was terrible, and it burnt like hellfire.

When Isaac leaned in his lips and caressed Cristian's ear, he let out a moan. Panic pierced him, and he drew away from Isaac so quickly that he nearly fell. As he stared at the man, his jaw tightened. “Wait, what are you doing?” He growled loudly and tightly. “Keep your damn hands off my fucking... f**k I'm not a homosexual man.” “You demanded that I kiss you,” Isaac stated. “You pleaded.”

Cristian drew his gaze away from the man and shut his eyes tightly.

“You want me to do it right now.”

“No,” Cristian stated firmly. “No, I don't.” Turning back to face Isaac, he exclaimed sharply as Isaac's hand seized his face and held it firmly as his mouth sank towards Cristian's. “Don’t.” Cristian moaned, his entire body screaming for the kiss.

Isaac came to a halt just millimeters from Cristian's lips. Unwaveringly, his violet eyes retained Cristian's terrified, yearning gaze. He softly blew his warm breath across Cristian's lips, sending a furious tremor spiraling through Cristian's body and coiling in his groin, tightening the crotch of his pants.

When the tip of Isaac's tongue stroked across Cristian's lower lip, another cry pushed up through Cristian's tight throat. His lips parted on their own as he shook and closed his eyes. Isaac took a deep breath in and inserted his tongue just inside Cristian's lips, teasing Cristian's tongue. Cristian's neck shook as a trembling breath erupted from his throat, and his body sprang to life so quickly that he nearly yelled out. When Isaac withdrew and Cristian's face was released, his tongue curled around Isaac's to draw it in deeper.

Cristian's eyes opened slowly and heavily, and he knew there was no hiding the need and want that burned deep inside them. It was vibrating out of them, he could feel it. Isaac was a blur in front of him, but he couldn't help but see the delighted smile twitching at the corner of the guy's mouth.

“No, you're completely right,” Isaac muttered something. “You don't want to kiss me.”

Voices from the dining room could be heard across the hall. Even though she remained quiet, Ashly was nonetheless resentful of Isaac's presence at their dinner table.

Isaac shrugged and groaned. “I guess that's my cue to leave.”

He stared at Cristian, and Cristian felt sure he saw a glimmer of pain in the man's eyes, but he fought sympathy once again. Why should Ashly care whether he's here? The man had no remorse for his immoral lifestyle. He welcomed it.

“What?” Isaac inquired gently. “Are you going to tell me it's fine if I stay?”

Cristian's throat became dry, and he swallowed with difficulty. “Probably…” He swallowed once more, but the dryness persisted. “Perhaps it is best if you leave.”

“I see,” I say. Cristian felt Isaac's surprise remorse for his remarks as he nodded slowly. But he abandoned them and made no move to entice them back. “Ashly now has an ally in her fight against me.” His heavy gaze fell on Cristian's face. “Well done, she.” His mouth twitched. “I'm confident you'll remain steadfast at her side.”

Cristian shivered at the oblique allusion. “I intend to.” He stated it gently, but with a hint of defiance.

Isaac nodded slowly, brushed his palm over his mouth, and shrugged, "Well, then, I guess it's time for me to go."

As Isaac gazed towards the door, the crushing grip on Cristian's mind and body began to loosen. Go. Walk away and leave. 

“And one more thing,” Isaac said as he turned back and clutched Cristian's head tightly in his hands, his kiss pressed against Cristian's lips.

Cristian's legs deteriorated so quickly that he nearly fell to the ground. As Isaac's kiss smothered him, he let out a mournful moan. He gripped the man's wrists tightly as his lips opened, enabling Isaac's tongue to enter. As a deep moan slid up the ma's throat, Isaac's fingernails drove into his scalp and he pushed Cristian back into the fireplace, his hard body pressing Cristian's to the brickwork.

A thick cloud descended on Cristian's thoughts as his body begged for more than just a kiss. He let go of Isaac's arms and ran his fingers up the front of Isaac's shirt, his mind mocking the fact that Ashly and her parents were only across the hall. He pulled his fingers into the gap between two buttons, breaking the button free and yanking Isaac firmly against him.

Then he was left breathless, his chest-beating, his eyes thick with carnal need, as Isaac left him and left the room, without even looking back as he went through the door and left the home.

Cristian wiped his mouth with a trembling palm, his eyes blazing. A sob had been wedged in his throat, suffocating him. But was he unhappy because he'd surrendered to Isaac again, but rather because Isaac had indeed left him unsatisfied and eager to be screwed by the man?