It was quiet, except for the gentle raindrop patter. He could. Nearly He was just pushing his way down a busy street to get to the parking lot for rideshare. As he does every weekday. He felt a little more comfortable with the gentle pressure of a storm than the usual sharp, pricking sensation he gets from city streets.
Kayne had laughed at his sister’s suggestion of the expensive headphones and told her that no other headphones had been successful so far. Why would this one? But after a particularly rough week of prickling pain, he’d caved and bought the damn things. After his first day of rain in the sunshine, he’d come skipping into their shared apartment singing praises to the heavens. Rory had only given him that aggravating smug grin she’d perfected by the time they’d turned six.
His sister understood him more than his parents. His sister was fraternal twins so it was natural that he had found the solution to his bizarre condition before his parents. Rory quickly discovered that the same unpleasant sounds could cause him to have unpleasant reactions. He was annoyed by the sound of a pan clanging. The microwave’s beep would pinch his back thighs. Rory was a baby and knew that Rory’s cries hurt him. It felt like someone were tugging at his ears. So she tried her best not to cry or whine. His sister would often shush their parents when they made certain sounds, and after she’d learned to speak she’d order them to not make a sound because it ‘hurt him’. They’d thought she was just being, well, a kid and brushed it off at first, but when she never let up, they’d finally decided to take him to a doctor. They’d never expected for the doctor to take it seriously, but after ordering some tests, his parents actually began to believe Rory’s words.
Kayne was diagnosed with synthesia at the age of five.
It was an odd neurological condition that caused another sense to be involuntarily stimulated when one sense was stimulated. Kayne said that every sound he heard caused some kind of sensation in his body, almost as if it were touching him.
It was frustrating at times, but agonizing at others. This world was full of unpleasant sounds. The rain seemed to be his only comfort when his sister’s voice wasn’t there to gently squeeze his left hand. He was now a productive member in society and had to travel among the people, just as his parents forced him to do at public school. He was simply thankful that he’d be able to request to work from home soon. He continued to walk to work every day in bitter silence.
Now, he can walk with ease and not feel pain. He even wore the headphones in the office to drown out the clacking of keyboards so his teeth wouldn’t ache. It had already been a week since he’d gotten these headphones, and he was still floating on air.
Kayne, unaware of his stupid grin, stopped at the corner to wait until the light changed so he could cross. From the corner, Kayne saw movement and someone stood to his left. He turned to look and saw that a pair with smoldering, green eyes was looking at him. Kayne was momentarily stunned by the smile on the bearded face. What was the last time anyone smiled at Kayne in a friendly way, besides his protective sister? He was always a scowl and discouraged people from making friendly gestures. His confusion caused his muscles to droop, which shocked him. It was enough to make him stumble in the middle the crosswalk. He’d been smiling. He was actually smiling. It’s funny.
As he was still contemplating this bizarre phenomenon, he walked into the rideshare lot and settled into his regular ride. Kayne, his eyes closed and his hair tangled up in knots, sighed as he pulled his headphones back around his neck.
“Heya Kayne,” the driver greeted. His throat swelled slightly from the sound of his voice, and he tried to ignore the sensation by rolling his head.
“Josh,” he muttered without looking up.
“We got a new rideshare partner, Nicholai,” Josh continued. “He’s the stop before you. ‘Kay?” Kayne blinked in surprise and glanced to his right where he found that same pair of green eyes appraising him. The man was… large. His hair was brushed against the car’s roof, ruining his neatly trimmed look. He also had dark jeans on his knees, pressing into the back seat. He looked uncomfortable. His broad shoulders were pressed against the car’s roof in an attempt to avoid taking up the middle seat. But his grin, hidden beneath the black beard, suggested otherwise. They’d seemed to be the same height when they’d stood beside each other at the crosswalk, but he was easily twice as broad as Kayne, and he was no small man by any means.
“Hello Kayne.” Kayne startled, mortified to feel the heat flooding his cheeks. He felt a sinfully deep voice touch his right thigh. Kayne was unable to say hello and instead nodded before looking out of his window to conceal his blush.
What is the? Fuck wThat’s what? In a world filled with sound, not once! Anything caused That This is a kind of sensation.
Josh confirmed Nicholai’s destination before rolling up the partition and beginning to pull out of the parking lot. Kayne used Josh to drive him every time he went. Kayne never spoke beyond a greeting or to confirm the address. So what did he do with another passenger? Kayne decided to ignore the bear of a woman would be the best option. He shifted most so that his back was facing Nicholai while he gazed out the tinted windows. For five minutes there was silence. He spoke.
“So what is it that you do, Kayne?” Kayne shuddered as the phantom touch returned to the inside of his thigh, inching higher and higher with each word.
“Computer programmer,” he bit out, remembering to be polite.
“Ah,” he rumbled, “Very lucrative job.” There was a hint of a Russian accent Kayne noticed as his voice pressed into the crease between his thigh and balls. “I am no good with technology,” Nicholai continued, oblivious to the invisible force that was suddenly cupping Kayne’s sack. “It does not agree with me.” The voice gave a gentle, teasing roll and Kayne sucked in a sharp breath. “But you seem like you are knowledgeable in that area!” He said enthusiastically, which earned Kayne a more firm squeeze of the balls, and the sudden addition of delightful pressure around his hardening cock.
God be with you! Was this really happening?!
“Uh-huh,” he muttered, unable to say anything else.
It was blessedly silent for a moment, but then his companion asked, “Are you not the talkative type?” The question caused another simultaneous pump and squeeze that had Kayne shifting his hips as if to get away from the invisible grip.
“No,” he groused, wishing the man would shut up. It was enough to make him feel uncomfortable.
Nicholai hummed softly. It felt almost like a thumb was moving across his head. To suppress his pleasure, he sucked in his bottom lip between his teeth and gulped. “You are very red,” another pump of his shaft and swipe of the head, “Am I angering you?” He couldn’t stop the groan as the grasp on his balls shifted between his ass cheeks, brushing his perineum teasingly in the process.
Kayne was frustrated, but also in frustration. “Not. Exactly.” He bit out the words from between clenched teeth.
Kayne jumped at Kayne’s sudden touch around his entrance. “Are you alright?” Kayne yelped when the words caused a phantom finger to dip into him. “No!” He snapped, whipping around to face the damnable man with blazing eyes. “Your voice is doing unspeakable things to me!”
His brows furrowing in confusion. “My voice,” he said slowly, the finger pressing in further, “is doing… things to… you?” Kayne nodded vigorously as the finger pulled out and pressed back in with what seemed like a second one. “How?” The question had the fingers curling inside him, and he mewled as they brushed his prostate.
“I have,” he panted, “synthesia. I feel… sounds.”
Nicholai turned his head to the side. “So… my voice is a physical touch for you?” “Yes!” Kayne gasped, the fingers simultaneously pumping in and out as the pressure around his shaft squeezed.
Kayne didn’t notice the sly grin stretching across his companion’s face. “It seems to be,” Kayne yelped at the low timbre of the voice right in his ear, “pleasurable for you, yes?” The onslaught of phantom sensations, and the very real feeling of Nicholai’s hot breath dancing across his ear and neck made him shudder. Kayne couldn’t form any words to answer him, unsure if he even wanted to. “Answer me!” he barked. Kayne cried out in pain as the abrupt command was given.
“Y-yes!” He cried shakily.
Nicholai grewl in his throat. The sound caused his hands to make a circle on his cheeks and cause his lips to ache. He frantically looked at Nicholai with his eyes wide open, as their faces were only inches apart. “Tell me,” he said lowly, the head of the cock slowly pushing in, “have you ever felt this before?” Kayne shook his head. A self-satisfied grin lit up the man’s face. “Good.” The single word had the thick, phantom cock pressing into him, and Kayne couldn’t stop his back from bowing at the pleasurable burn. “So beautiful,” he whispered in his ear, his tongue burning a path up the side of his neck. “Tell me, is it my cock inside you now?” Said cock thrust in sharply, seeming to bottom out, before pulling out then repeating the action. At Kayne’s garbled cry, Nicholai chuckled and watched as Kayne’s hips undulated on the seat. “It would seem so.” Kayne’s muscles were burning, his toes and fingers tingling, as a fire lit at the base of his cock. It was almost painful, as his cock pulled against his jeans. He was so close. His panting and Nicholai’s nasty words rang into his ears, and his hips bucked faster like he was riding an actual cock.
Kayne was furious at the sudden lack of action and Nicholai suddenly stopped speaking. A tickling sensation at his neck told him Josh was talking, but he did not respond.
As Nicholai got out of his car, Kayne could only focus on the blood that was rushing behind him. Kayne felt dissatisfied and unhappy. Kayne felt like he was being left behind, as hard as a rock without any kind of goodbye.
“Come.” The single word teasingly caressed his aching cock, and Kayne looked up into lust blown eyes.
He got out of the car without thinking and followed Nicholai to the driveway. When the front door snapped shut behind him, and he was unceremoniously slammed against it, Kayne couldn’t help but be grateful for his condition for the first time in his life.
Ivy Wynter is an aspirant novelist. She also enjoys designing lingerie and photography. She’s had previous stories published with Volonte, and hopes that everyone enjoys her present and future work.