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Ruben Pallister was about to lose his fucking mind.
And if Ruben of all people was ready to admit that, then he was dangerously close to the edge.
His brother, wee Niall Kennedy, was getting married, and that fact was driving Ruben mad. He wasn't sure what bothered him more, the fact that Niall was getting married or that he didn't invite Ruben. Or maybe it was the fact that he's marrying Alby. Niall could have any man he wanted with his big eyes and soft smile. So, why would he choose that nance? There's no way Alby could ever take care of Niall the way he needed. No fucking way.
Speeding through traffic on his motorcycle, Ruben hugged the road while he moved around vehicles. He had no plan for what he'd do when he arrived; he just knew he had to get to Niall and remind him exactly who he belonged to. It didn’t matter what they’ve done to each other over the years, or the gaps in time, or who else they’ve touched. At the end of it all, Niall was Ruben’s.
When he pulled up to the place, he didn't bother trying to find the parking area. No, that would take far too long. He pulled right up in front and cut the engine. As Ruben took off his helmet, he saw Niall for the first time in forever. He looked…well, he looked good enough to eat in that kilt get-up. Normally, Ruben would have laughed at the traditional formal clothing, thinking it was a stupidly vain attempt to connect with a distant past, but he didn't think Niall looked ridiculous. No, he was beautiful and perfect in that moment. He couldn't stay mad with those big eyes staring at him.
So he played nice. He sat quietly with other wedding guests, not caring that he stood out in his black leather. Like he gave two shots about what they thought, all of their eyes didn't matter, only Niall's did. He loved that Niall watched him from the altar. The moment he should be looking at the other groom, he couldn't seem to shift his focus away from Ruben.
That's right, Bambi, he thought, remember that I was here long before Alby and I'll be here long after.
When Niall faltered his line to say “I do,” Ruben nodded his approval to help Niall along. A small gasp escaped Niall before he fell back in line with the wedding script. Even from rows away, that gasp lit something in Ruben. It brought back vivid memories of other times he'd wrenched similar sounds out of the smaller man. Sometimes they were from violence, sometimes passion, but it all started from that obsessive place that Niall filled inside of him.
Through the rest of the ceremony, Ruben did all he could to play nice. He knew everyone there held their breath waiting for him to cause a scene, but he wasn't there for them and whatever show they thought he'd put on. He wasn't some trained fucking animal there for their amusement.
Sitting next to Niall, he managed to stay civil. The worst part was actually keeping his hands off of Niall. God, he wanted to touch him, to run his hand up Niall's thigh to see if there was anything on under the kilt. Part of him wanted to get over this pretense that Niall and Alby were now locked as a couple forever. No, it was Ruben and Niall, that's who it really was. Since Alby had put a ring on Niall's finger, Ruben felt the animalistic urge to rip it off, then push Niall across the table and fuck him in front of everyone. That would show them that Niall was his. Niall would probably get off on it, too, having Ruben claim him so publicly and intimately. His cock twitched at the thought.
But he kept it locked up. For now.
Someone at their table called Niall and Alby star-crossed lovers, and that was a step too far for him. He let out a cruel laugh.
“What? You don't think so?” The person asked. He didn't even turn his head to see if he knew them. They weren't worth it.
He took a gulp of alcohol before saying, “No, I don't think that's right at all.”
“It's from Romeo and Juliet,” someone else said.
“I know what it's fucking from,” he said, anger slipping into his voice for the first time.
That got them all to shut up.
These assholes could think whatever they wanted, but there was no way Niall and Alby were remotely like Romeo and Juliet. The Shakespeare characters fell madly in love at first sight. They were so wrapped up in that intoxicating feeling that they would do anything to stay together, no matter the cost. Even if that meant death. Alby and Niall didn't have that. But Ruben and Niall did. A ceaseless fire for Niall had been burning him up inside for as long as he could remember. That was Shakespearean. That was what it meant to be star-crossed.
Ruben stood abruptly. He’d had enough of this shit. Grabbing Niall’s arm, he dragged the other man out of the room while Niall uttered apologies to everyone they passed, but he never tried to stop Ruben from directing him out of his own wedding reception. Of course, he didn’t protest. Niall wanted it. He liked it when Ruben got all primal with him, and Ruben knew it.
Outside, Ruben glanced around for somewhere private they could go. They could mount the stairs in the house for one of the private rooms, but that was too far and probably too small. And he didn’t want to be disturbed. That would be the logical place someone might look for them. When his eyes landed on the barn off to the side of the festivities, he knew that would be perfect.
Niall didn’t say anything as they walked inside or when Ruben secured the door behind them. It was only when Ruben took his shirt off and tossed it to the side that Niall finally spoke.
“What are you doing?” Niall asked, voice shaky and quiet.
“Bambi, you know I don’t like to be held back if I’m fighting or fucking, I had to get the damned thing off.”
“Ruben,” Niall said in that pleading tone of his, like he was trying to admonish Ruben for being a naughty boy. “We can’t do this, not today.”
“That’s exactly why we have to do it,” Ruben countered. “Niall Kennedy doesn’t belong to Alby. Niall Kennedy belongs to Ruben Pallister.”
Moving slowly, Ruben steps closer to Niall. Like always, Niall takes a step back until his back is against the wall, and Ruben cages him in. The man loves to get trapped. That way, he can give all his power over to Ruben, feeling like he can’t take any blame for what transpires between them.
“You look so good in this,” Ruben says, his voice going deeper than usual. “A little tease, making me wonder what you look like under there.”
He ghosts a finger at the hem of the kilt, like he’s going to lift it up. Every fiber of his being wants to lift it, see Niall on display for him, but it’s a dance they have to do where he pokes and pushes at Niall until he gives in. He can’t move too fast, or it will startle Bambi. Almost on cue, Niall pushes his hand away.
“Stop it, Ruben.”
“Aw, come on now, Bambers. Just between us, you got anything on underneath?”
Niall shoots him an annoyed glance. “I’ve got boxers on.”
“Hmm. Is that what Alby likes then? Boxers?”
“Ruben.”
“I know it’s not what you want. You would love having your cock out, rubbing against the rough fabric in public, where no one could know one way or another what you were doing. I know how you are.”
Niall only watches him, but Ruben can see his pupils dilate at his words.
“C’mon,” Ruben says. “I want to hear you say it. What am I?”
“A brother from another lover,” Niall says, like it almost pains him.
“That’s a boy.”
Ruben gives him a moment to revel in the praise, Niall loves to be told how good he is, but that line between the pleasure of hearing Niall say it and the anger that he had to force Niall to do it blurs. His body buzzes with conflicting emotions. It’s almost like something else controls him as his arm pulls back and punches Niall. His head hits the wall, and he falls to the floor.
Fuck, he’s already messing it up. He can’t hit Niall anymore; that won’t work today. Instead, he roars with feelings he can’t seem to get out any other way.
Ruben stalks around Niall’s prone form, his breath coming out in harsh bursts where he knows he sounds more like a beast than a man at the moment. And maybe that’s right. He is a beast that can’t be kept in polite company, no matter how hard he tries.
Only Niall can understand him completely, even if he is a bloody beast.
Only Niall can calm him down.
That’s it, he’s just got to get closer to Niall. He drops to his knees behind Niall’s feet. Leaning down, he gets on all fours to hover over Niall. He lowers enough that his nose touches Niall’s calf. He inhales deeply. It’s not right, not Niall’s real smell, as the laundry soap and whatever is on the floor of the barn masks it. He keeps sniffing, moving up Niall’s leg. When he reaches the edge of the kilt, he flips it to get it out of the way. But now boxers are blocking his path, something he should have expected. He had all the intention of pulling them down Niall’s legs, yet once he grabs them, the anger wells again. In a quick movement, Ruben tears them off of Niall, exposing his perfectly round ass.
Ruben rubs his nose along Niall’s outer thigh and hip. That’s it, that is the smell he wanted. It’s clean and fresh with a spicy musk smell underneath it. Already, he can feel the need for blood fading, changing into a hunger of a whole other type.
As he continues to take in Niall’s scent, he starts leaving kisses and small bites in his wake. The small red marks blemishing the pale skin proved who Niall belonged to. It marked Niall as Ruben’s.
Underneath him, Niall stirs. A small moan escapes Niall. Ruben knows Niall didn’t mean to let on that he was enjoying this; that is also part of the dance. But Niall can resist only so long.
“You’ve gone and made my cock hard,” Ruben says between bites.
Niall moans again while pushing his hips back towards Ruben’s face and spreads his legs open. Ruben rubs his beard along the soft skin of Niall’s inner thighs. He stares at his handiwork, admiring how Niall’s backside has him all over it. Niall’s legs widen, inviting Ruben back in. He’s about to dive back in when he notices Niall’s wearing a plug.
“What the hell is this?” Ruben says as his thumb presses the plug nestled in the other man’s asshole.
“Oh,” Niall says, almost like he’s surprised that he’s wearing it. “I, um, I thought things might be easier tonight after the wedding if I was prepped, just in case we were feeling tired.”
It’s not lost on Ruben that Niall can’t seem to say Alby’s name now that it is just them, all alone.
“My poor Bambi,” Ruben coos. “Are you telling me that he doesn’t love to finger you open? Watch your eyes get impossibly big as you relax into it?”
Niall gets up on his elbow and turns back to look at Ruben. Tears dance in his eyes, and blood stains his face. Ruben hates that Alby doesn’t take care of Niall, but he also likes that he stays out of what belongs to Ruben.
“No,” Niall says. “It’s not like that, exactly, it’s just, I don’t know. It’s just different.”
“It’s not good enough is what it is,” Ruben says as he rips the plug out and drops it on the floor.
Niall rolls over quickly, like he’s going to protest. When he sees Ruben’s face, he stops. He brings his hand up to tentatively rub along Ruben’s jawline, then down to his collarbone before running over the contours of muscles on his arms.
“It’s never enough,” Niall whispers, almost like a confession.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
Ruben slides his hand between Niall’s thighs and pushes a finger into him. He’s stretched and ready, no real need to do this. They both love it, though, so he can’t help but indulge.
“Doesn’t he realize how much you like to get fingered?” Ruben almost growls. “How much you like to come like this, then get fucked hard while you are all relaxed?”
“That’s all for you, Ruben. No one else knows.”
A harsh breath rattles through Ruben’s chest at his words.
“You only get all slutty for me then?”
“Yes,” Niall moans, arching his hips as Ruben slides in another finger.
Ruben pushes his face against Niall’s throat and hums in pleasure.
“My dirty little slut,” Ruben says, his lips brushing Niall’s skin. “You’re so wet for me.”
Niall’s hips buck into the air, drawing Ruben’s attention. Niall’s cock stands straight up, beads of precome leaking out of the slit.
“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” Ruben asks, knowing full well what the answer is.
“Fuck, Ruben,” Niall says, tears slipping out of his eyes. “I need you.”
Ruben shushes him and licks the tears as they roll across Niall’s cheeks. “It will all be over soon.”
It's a funny thing that most times, Ruben hates to see Niall cry. If anyone caused Niall to cry, Ruben would end their life as soon as Niall pointed out the villain. But when they were like this, coming apart in each other’s arms, Ruben loved it. It got him going like mad.
With a tinge of regret, Ruben pulls his fingers out of Niall so he can stand and finally get his trousers off. As he’s reaching for the button, Niall’s hands are there, taking care of it for him. Almost frantically, Niall’s pulling his trousers down, then going back for his boxers. Once Ruben’s cock is free, Niall’s mouth is on it, hot and wet and oh so good. Automatically, Ruben’s hand cards through Niall’s hair and gets a firm grip to guide Niall’s pace.
“This is what you thought about while you were fingering yourself, wasn’t it? Being on your knees for me, licking my cock from root to tip, so hungry for it you can’t help yourself.”
Niall moans around him, jerking his head in a nod as much as their position will allow. They fall into their old rhythm, a familiar push and pull as Ruben shallowly thrusts into Niall’s eager mouth. Niall is so blissed out like this, Ruben knows Niall would live on his knees if he could; Ruben’s cock never far from his lips.
Ruben has other plans for right now. He pulls Niall off with an audible pop. Niall tries to go back towards Ruben.
“That’s enough of that now,” Ruben says, his tone firm. “Get that jacket off.”
Niall scrambles to obey, handing it over to Ruben.
“Unbutton that shirt,” Ruben says. “I want those tits out where I can see them.”
Niall shudders in arousal as he does what Ruben told him.
“Hands behind your back.”
Niall complies while Ruben uses the jacket to tie his wrists together. It's something they’ve done before countless times. The restraints help Niall stay in the moment, stay out of his head. When Niall is secure, Ruben gets on the ground, reclining onto his back. He doesn’t care about the hay or the animal shit that might be around; his focus is on getting Niall in his lap.
“Let’s go, Bambers. It’s time for you to ride the bull.”
Scrambling on his knees, Niall is a sight. His movements are awkward with his hands tied behind his back. It drives Ruben wild. It means Niall is desperate for it, and Ruben’s cock is his only thought. With Ruben’s help, they get Niall in position, his knees on either side of Ruben’s hips. As Niall lowers himself slowly, Ruben wastes no time pushing his cock up into Niall’s hole. Niall gasps.
“Oh, Ruben,” Niall sighs, his eyes fluttering closed as he seats himself fully on Ruben’s cock. “Yes.”
Grabbing Niall’s hips, Ruben plants his feet on the ground to give himself leverage.
“Eyes on me,” Ruben says.
He stays motionless until Niall finally opens his eyelids and stares at Ruben. Niall’s eyes are dark with arousal, and he looks at Ruben like he’s something miraculous, something holy.
“That’s a boy,” Ruben whispers, his voice in shreds.
Holding on to Niall, Ruben pistons up with his hips while pushing Niall down as hard as he can. After a few strokes, Niall gets the rhythm and uses his legs to help him bounce on Niall’s cock. It looks amazing, watching Niall ride him. With his hands behind his back, Niall’s chest appears wider, and his dusky nipples are hard buds. His kilt shifts up enough for his leaky cock to emerge. It slaps against Ruben’s belly on every deep thrust, leaving a trail of liquid behind. God, it is a fucking sight.
“Use me, Ruben, just like that,” Niall pants. “I’ve missed you so much, missed this. I almost forgot how beautiful you are.”
Ruben almost purrs.
“You like it when I use you like a fuck toy, don’t you?”
Niall nods frantically. “Just what I need.”
Niall admitting such a thing is almost enough to make Ruben cum. This man is so utterly perfect like this.
“Do you love me, Ruben?”
“Of course I fucking love you. Why the fuck do you think I’m here? I needed to know if you love me.”
“I love you more than anything.”
Not so gently, Ruben rolls them until Niall's back hits the ground and Ruben looms over him.
“I worship you, Ruben,” Niall says. “I only feel alive when you are around.”
The words strike a chord with Ruben, a feeling deep down resonates, and he knows the feeling exactly.
“You’re the only drug I could never give up,” Ruben says before thrusting hard into Niall.
With Niall’s hands behind him, it helps just his hips up into the perfect position to slide in deep. Ruben uses it to his advantage and plows into Niall like there's no tomorrow. For all he knows, there might not be. Niall is letting out these moans that would make a whore blush, and it’s music to Ruben’s ears, driving him on. Only, he realizes it might draw the attention of people at the wedding party. He unclaspes one hand from Niall’s hip, and he can see the marks left by his tight hold. Smugly, he knows that if Niall tried to fuck anyone else in the near future, including his new husband, they would know that Ruben had been there first. He was always there first.
To keep Niall quiet, he shoves a finger into Niall’s open mouth. Immediately, he goes mute, sucking on Ruben’s finger. Luckily, it had been a hand that hadn’t been buried in Niall’s ass earlier, but Niall would have reacted the same either way, the dirty shagger.
The twin sensations of Niall’s tight hole around his dick and Niall trying to suck his soul out of his fingers are beginning to build into too much. He’s going to cum soon, but he’s got to get Niall there first. Ruben looks between them to see Niall’s cock red and straining. He’s going to explode any minute. Ruben spits down right onto Niall’s cock, ripping a moan out of the man beneath him. Slowing his pace, Ruben rolls his hips more intentionally, trying to press along the sensitive spot inside Niall. He lets go of Niall’s hip to stroke his cock instead. The spit and precome help his hand glide easily over the smooth skin.
“You going to spurt for me, Bambi? Make a mess of yourself?” Ruben coaxes him like a spooked animal.
The filthier the words, the harder he knows Niall will get off.
“Look at you, both of your holes stuffed to the brim, and you still can’t get enough of me. It’s because you belong to me, Niall, and I’m going to make sure everyone fucking knows it. You’re going to smell like sex and me, so no one can ever doubt it.”
To add to his point, Ruben spits on Niall’s cock again.
“I’m going to cum in you so hard it is going to leak out of those big goddamn eyes of yours.”
Then Niall shakes with his orgasm, cum shooting from his cock all over his prim and proper little outfit while his ass clenches around Ruben like a vice. It’s perfect. Ruben crashes into Niall over and over, no longer concerned about Niall’s pleasure. He takes his own, and all Niall can do is enjoy the ride. He feels the orgasm building low in his belly. He’s almost fucking there when Niall bites Ruben’s fingers, and it’s just the right amount of pain to send him hurtling over the edge. It’s blinding and powerful as he pumps his seed deep into Niall, chanting the other man’s name over and over like a sacred prayer.
When Ruben finally pulls out, he sits back on the ground so he can stare at Niall, who struggles to sit up. Eventually, they are facing each other, naked, raw, and not willing to leave just yet.
For a moment, he thinks about shoving that infernal plug back into Niall’s asshole. That way, his come will be trapped in there until Naill can be somewhere private to remove it. The idea of his cum running down Niall’s legs, past the length of the kilt, is an even better image, though. That’s the winner, let people see Ruben’s seed dripping out of Niall.
Niall is covered in blood, tears, and cum. He’s filthy with his hair pointing in all different directions. He looks so fucking beautiful, Ruben thinks his heart may burst. It’s also pretty obvious to anyone with eyes that he’s just been well fucked. Ruben doesn’t want to leave; he just wants to stay in the moment forever, where it’s peaceful and he’s just had one of the best orgasms of his life. He just has to convince Niall not to leave him again.
“Someone said you two were star-crossed, but that’s us, Bambers. You and me are fated.”
“Two houses both alike in dignity,” Niall starts the famous opening of Romeo and Juliet.
“I don’t know how much dignity either of our houses ever had, but when they joined, you became mine, Bambi.”
“And you became mine,” Niall echoes. “There’s no one else who flows through my brain like you. You’re more me than I am.”
“Exactly like Romeo and fucking Juliet.”