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Alan and Casey took one path while Saga took the other. They were headed back to the lake to see if they had missed anything in the commotion of Alan washing ashore. Back in the woods surrounding Bright Falls once again, he had already slipped back into survival mode, his arms crossed in front of him, sweeping from side to side: flashlight in one hand and revolver in the other.
Casey copied Alan’s stance and followed him. The sunset gave the illusion of peace and calm, but Alan knew Taken lurked within.
Alan looked at Casey, “What are we looking for, exactly?”
Casey grunted, “Anything that can help us figure out what the fuck is going on. You see, there’s this cult—”
“The Cult of the Word?”
Casey looked perplexed, “No. The Cult of the Tree. They have been doing these ritualized murders, cutting people open, taking their hearts.”
He glanced at Alan, looking for any sign of recognition, “They seem to worship you.”
Alan chuckled darkly, “Well, I have nothing to do with them, believe me. It’s just—”
Casey stopped and reached out to grab Alan’s arm, “You better tell me everything you know. Right now.”
Alan glanced at Casey’s hand on his arm, his fingers dug into his brown suit jacket, “It’s hard to explain. It won’t make any sense.”
Casey leaned against a tree, “Try me.”
Alan shook his head, “We can’t stop here in the dark like this. The Taken will come. Follow me.”
Casey warily followed Alan deeper into the woods. Alan cut down a mostly overgrown side path to a lone lamppost, a red box that used to hold medical supplies attached to it. The circle of light it gave off was comforting as the sun continued to set.
Alan stopped in the light, “We’re safe, well, relatively safe, in the light. They might still come for us, but they won’t attack us as long as we are under this;” he gestured to the lamppost.
Casey looked up and then back at Alan, “How did you know this was here?”
“My memory isn’t the best due to how the Dark Place operates, but I remember what happened before being trapped. I…spent a lot of time in these woods being chased by Taken. Pretty quickly, you remember where it’s safe and where it isn’t.”
Casey nodded and took out a cigarette, lighting it, inhaling deeply. Since he was cutting down on his drinking, he figured he could go back to one of his old vices, at least until this case was over.
“I thought Saga said you quit smoking.”
Casey narrowed his eyes, “I thought it was none of your business, Wake. Now, tell me what you know about this Cult of the Word.”
Alan ignored the jab and ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his now that it was longer, “Well. The Cult of the Word wants what Scratch wants—to make his story come true—to be free of the Dark Place.”
Casey nodded, “Go on.”
Alan closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down. He hated revisiting memories of the Dark Place, jumbled though they were: “The Cult of the Word is incredibly violent. They do these…dark rituals. They take my words and twist them for their own ends. They’ve tried to kill me, but I always managed to escape.”
Alan shuddered, “When I stopped writing is when Scratch sent more of them after me.”
Casey narrowed his eyes, deep in thought, “Why did you stop writing?”
His head pounded as the graffiti from the Dark Place flashed through his head: “YOU DIE HERE. IT’S YOUR FAULT. ALICE IS DEAD. THE CULT OF THE WORD. DON’T WRITE. SCRATCH.”
Alan put his hands on his knees as his stomach churned, “Fuck. I just had to. I couldn’t go on, okay?”
Alan straightened up once his stomach stopped churning and raised his voice slightly, “I don’t need to tell you all of this! You don’t get to know what I went through!”
Casey dropped his cigarette to the ground, stubbing it out with his shoe. He straightened his posture and looked up at Wake, “If you want to help us, you’ll tell me everything. And I mean everything.”
Alan shook his head, “I don’t need to tell you…that. I’ve told you everything I know about the Cult of the Word. They’re in league with Scratch. They want to escape the Dark Place just like he does. They think their story is the true one, the real one. And they know Scratch can help with that.”
He stepped closer to Alan so their chests brushed, “I think you know more.”
Alan didn’t say anything and just met Casey’s blue eyes with his own. Casey continued, “I don’t just think you know more, I know you know more.”
“I swear, I don’t.”
Casey stared at Alan, “Maybe I can give you something else to occupy your mouth with, since you refuse to cooperate.”
“I am cooperating, you just aren’t listening.”
Casey scoffed, “Oh, I’m listening. I just know there’s so much you aren’t telling. Maybe some time on your knees will help clear your head, hm? Help you think?”
Alan swallowed and nodded, getting to his knees. He slowly kneeled and looked up at Casey, waiting for instructions, guidance. Casey was right—he did want to clear his head. He was sick of the dark, twisted memories plaguing him.
Casey ran a hand through Alan’s hair, then pulled it, tilting Alan’s head so his neck was bent, the taller man looking straight up at him, “I know just what you need. Now, don’t move.”
Alan nodded again. He was tired, so tired from thinking about the Dark Place. He wanted to tell Casey more, but he was afraid—afraid once he started talking, he would start screaming, sobbing. And if he started, he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop.
Alan was startled from his thoughts by the sound of Casey’s belt buckle clicking, the zipper working. He pulled his limp cock out, holding it out to Alan, “Suck.”
He hesitated, “You’re not hard yet.”
Casey grabbed Alan’s head, pulling his mouth closer, “That’s what your mouth is for. Now, suck.”
Alan pressed his mouth to Casey’s cock, taking him in with ease in his flaccid state.
He reached up to touch Casey, but Casey pushed his hands down, “No. Let’s just see how talented your mouth really is.”
He sucked gently, swirling his tongue and bobbing his head, feeling Casey begin to grow hard. He closed his eyes, focusing on the task at hand: he rested his hands on his knees and took Casey all the way down his throat, which caused Casey to grow harder.
Casey let out a startled moan, and Alan pulled off, just letting his lips brush against the shorter man, “Be quieter.”
He gripped Alan’s hair, “Remember who’s in charge here.”
Alan stated plainly, “As much as I love hearing how my mouth makes you feel, I don’t want a swarm of Taken descending on us.”
Casey nodded and pulled Alan’s mouth back on his cock. Alan sucked on the tip, teasing the glans as Casey’s cock filled out completely, at attention. He mouthed along the right side, wishing Casey had his pants down so he could suck on his balls.
He looked down at Alan practically making out with his cock, his eyes closed, focused completely on the task at hand, “Fuck, that’s good. Keep doing that.”
Alan switched to the other side, wanting to take him in hand and jerk him off while sucking on the head, but Casey said no touching, so he gripped his own knees and worked up and down the left side. He sucked at the base, feeling Casey’s cock rub across his beard.
Casey bit his lips to keep from crying out. Alan’s beard on his cock felt a little too rough, but so good. Alan opened his eyes and worked his mouth back to the tip, sucking so Casey was halfway in, lavishing attention on the sensitive head.
He kept a hand in Alan’s hair, “Deeper. I know you can handle it.”
Alan steeled himself and breathed through his nose, taking Casey in so his tip touched the back of his throat. His eyes watered as his gag reflex threatened to activate. It had been a long time since he’d sucked cock, but doing so again just reminded him how much he enjoyed it—the weight on his tongue, the taste of precum as he turned his partner on, the chance to just be in the moment and focus on making someone else feel good.
Alan’s eyelids fluttered as he took Casey further down his throat, now bobbing his head slowly, deepthroating the other man.
Casey’s other hand flew to his head and he tugged on Alan’s hair, which was soft and thick. It felt good beneath his palms, between his fingers, “Holy shit. Fuck.”
He used his leverage to start bringing Alan’s head forward. Alan went slack and focused on breathing, his own cock now straining his pants. He wanted to touch himself but waited for Casey’s go ahead.
Casey grunted, seeing Alan on his knees, legs spread, showing off the impressive bulge in his pants. He had gotten a brief look at his cock the other day when they had fucked, but now he wanted to see it in Wake’s hand.
“Take your cock out, Wake.”
Alan moaned as his hands hurriedly undid his belt, pants button, and the zipper. He took his cock out of his boxers, and held it in his hand, perfectly on display for Casey.
Casey slowly stopped thrusting and licked his lips, his eyes widening slightly, “You’re big.”
He wasn’t below average, but he wasn’t as thick or long as Alan was. If they had more time, he would return the favor. He wanted to see how much of the other man he could take in his own mouth.
Alan’s laugh vibrated against Casey’s dick, causing him to moan again. Casey pulled Alan off his cock so he could make sure Alan was okay with where this was going.
He liked it rough, and he now knew Alan did too, but he didn’t want to do anything Alan didn’t want to, “Since you like being the center of attention so much, put on a little show for me while I fuck your face.”
Alan nodded eagerly, “Fuck. Okay. Yeah.”
His mouth watered and he took his cock in hand. He started to stroke himself while easing Casey’s dick back into his mouth, wetter and warmer with how he salivated at the thought of showing off for Casey.
His cock was already wet with precum and he thrust into his hand, keening as Casey grabbed his head forcefully, “Two taps on my leg if it’s too much. Don’t want to make you pass out.”
Alan nodded and slipped his mouth off Casey once again, licking lightly at the head before placing a kiss to it, “Want you to cum down my throat.”
Needing no further permission, Alex guided Alan’s head down his cock, starting a slow and deep rhythm, Alan sucking and running his tongue along the underside.
He stared into Alan’s eyes, “Never thought you’d be this submissive, Wake.”
Alan stroked his own cock slowly, oozing precum from the tip, letting it drip down his hand to help ease the slide. Alan’s eyes closed as he focused on the feeling of his cock in his hand, Casey hard and firm in his mouth.
Casey took the opportunity to study Wake. His eyes were closed, his cock leaking and thick in his hand. He looked so relaxed and peaceful, the most at ease he had seen Alan since he met him.
He whispered, almost like a prayer, “That’s it, show me what you can do. Fuck, you look like you could cum already.”
Alan nodded and slurped Casey’s cock harder. Casey then grabbed Alan’s head tighter and pulled Alan’s mouth up and down, causing Alan to go limp, letting Casey take complete control.
He focused instead on rubbing his thumb over his cockhead, using his other hand to stroke the shaft. He was so wet already; precum continued to ooze from his cock and he moaned. He wanted to fuck Casey’s face too, feel him struggle to swallow around him. He wanted to pin Casey against the tree, feel his ass clench around him as he slammed in and out.
Casey fucked his face harder and faster, cock hitting the back of his throat. Alan breathed harshly through his nose and coughed a bit, but kept playing with himself—he cradled his cock in his hand and worked his hips to simulate fucking a tight hole.
“Jesus, Wake. Are you thinking about fucking me?”
Alan looked up at Casey and nodded. Casey eased off and just slid half of himself in and out of Alan’s mouth, his balls tightening.
He was getting close but he didn’t want it to be over so soon, “Fuck, Wake. I want your cock.”
Alan whined at Casey’s admission and continued jerking himself off, opening his eyes to stare at Casey, watching as the other man bite at his lips to keep his moans in.
Casey panted, “Make yourself cum. Imagine it’s inside me.”
Alan needed no further incentive to open his mouth wide and let Casey use him while he got himself off. His cock twitched in his hand and he moaned as cum dripped onto the forest floor.
Casey gripped Alan’s hair, “Keep touching yourself. Fuck, can’t wait to feel you swallow.”
Alan pumped out what little cum remained and spread it from the tip down. He was still a bit hard, and the overstimulation made him whimper against Casey.
He continued pumping into Alan, feeling his tongue glide over and around him, saliva dripping down Alan’s chin from how long they’d been going at it. Casey eased off on gripping Alan’s hair and moved a hand to the back of his neck, cradling his head as Alan removed his hand from himself and focused on getting Casey off. His mouth was so wet and hot, eagerly sucking him down, not letting up even as Casey continued to ooze precum.
Alan opened his eyes and watched Casey rut into his face, gagging slightly as precum spurt down his throat once again.
Casey watched his cock slide in and out of Alan’s mouth; how red and swollen his lips were, how his cheeks were hollowed, how his sky-blue eyes looked up at him with desire, with yearning.
It was the look in Alan’s eyes that made him speed up, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer, “I’m cuming!”
Alan sucked hard and fast as Casey let out a harsh groan and emptied himself down his throat. Casey had a pleasant taste, and Alan swallowed it all greedily, the warm, thick substance coating his tongue.
Casey caught his breath and slowly grabbed the based of his cock and eased out of Alan’s mouth, a string of cum and saliva connected them. Alan stuck out his tongue and licked it into this mouth, swallowing. He gently sucked on the head, tonguing the slit, just to make sure he got everything.
Casey then whined and pulled himself out completely, “Holy shit. Fuck, I don’t know about you, but that sure cleared my head.”
Alan nodded and brought his hand to his mouth, cleaning his own cum away so he didn’t dirty his pants even further. Casey was transfixed at the sight, “Kinky fucker, aren’t you?”
He cleared his throat, sore from how rough Casey had been with him. He stretched his jaw a few times, and swallowed again, wishing he had some water, and gave a noncommittal hum.
Casey put himself back, slowly zipping up and beginning to buckle his belt. Alan sat in a daze and was about to formulate a real response, but he heard footsteps. He quickly tucked himself in his pants and zipped.
He was just standing up and doing up his belt while Casey lit another cigarette as they saw Saga coming down the path. Casey glared at Alan, signaling for him to play it cool.
Saga stepped towards the men. At first, everything seemed normal, until she saw that Alan’s buckle was undone, his hair a mess, his mouth swollen, and Casey was flushed, slightly panting, trying to cover it up by smoking.
She looked between them, “Are you serious right now?”
Alan blushed and ran a hand through his hair, avoiding looking anywhere but at Saga or Casey.
Casey took another drag and grumbled while releasing the smoke, “He’s a bad influence.”
Saga shook her head, glaring at Casey and then Alan, who was still looking at the ground, “I swear…I can’t leave you two alone for a few minutes.”
Casey started to protest but Saga held up her hand, “It’s not my business how you two…work out your issues, but you need to focus. We’re out here to look for clues. Aren’t you the one who said we are short on time, Alan?”
Alan nodded, not trusting his voice. Saga shook her head again, “Come on, Let’s go. All together this time.”
Casey passed Alan the cigarette, which had become a habit in recent days. While bringing the cigarette to his mouth and stepping out of the light, Alan spoke quietly, hoping Saga wouldn’t hear them, “She’s right, you know.”
Casey spoke darkly, “Maybe if you’d tell me something useful for a change, I wouldn’t have to give you another use for your mouth.”
Saga called back at them, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Alan blushed fiercely and passed the cigarette back to Casey and hurriedly walked toward Saga, trying to catch up with her.
Casey put the cigarette to his lips, swearing he could taste Alan’s lips. He shook his head to dispel his thoughts, stubbed out the cigarette, and followed them down the path towards the lake.