Candy Hearts, Vol. 2

Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

KENNETH

“I” — kiss — “can’t” — kiss — “believe” — kiss — “you asked me ” — kiss, kiss, kiss — “to fuck you ” — kiss — “in front of your parents.”

At this point, I’m amused, but I won’t lie and say there wasn’t a moment where I thought all hell was going to break loose. I should have trusted my best friend more than that, but people can be unpredictable when their kids are involved. He could have slugged me one, and I would have understood why.

“I didn’t know they were here,” Cody practically whines. He arches his back as I trail my lips over his jawline and down the smooth column of his neck. “And we’re never—oh, God, your mouth! ” He gasps as I find the ticklish spot just above his collarbone. “We’re never living it down.”

“As long as nobody’s fighting, I don’t care,” I reply, then reluctantly tear my mouth from his skin so I can tug his shirt over his head.

We’ve made it to my bedroom, shedding shoes and socks and my shirt along the way. We haven’t exactly discussed his adorable grand gesture, but we’re both too keyed up to talk right now.

“Mmm,” he hums agreeably, opening hooded eyes and running his hands over my frame. “Good. Because I still want…” Trailing off, he blushes and the pink flush travels from his cheeks and down his neck and further still, fading out over the tops of his pecs.

“Want what, sweetheart?” I prod, hovering over him, wanting to hear him say it again.

The thrill of the first time was dampened by his parents’ presence, but it didn’t stop the thrum of instant arousal I felt at the impassioned plea. I need to hear it again now that we’re nearly naked and in my bed together.

He chews on his lower lip and looks up at me from beneath his thick, auburn lashes. “I want you to fuck me, Ken. Only you. Always.”

Just as before, the words go straight to my cock, but the emotion and sentiment accompanying them goes to my heart.

Suddenly, I realize we have to talk. Or, at least, I do. Cody said his piece and made his position crystal clear when he ditched his date and turned up on my doorstep, despite not knowing where I stood. Now it’s my turn to be brave.

“I don’t want to be friends with benefits,” I tell him, seemingly apropos of nothing. His glazed over eyes widen, but his lips curl into a smile as he seems to sense where I’m going with this random admission.

Unable to help myself, I dip down so our lips are almost touching. We’re breathing in each other’s air, and I realize that I’m nervous. I’ve never said anything like this to another person. I’ve never wanted to. Until now. Until Cody.

With my lips brushing over his, I add, “I want everything with you, Cody.”

“So…you’ll be my Valentine?”

My wide smile mirrors his as I nod. “Valentine, boyfriend, partner…you name it, sweetheart.”

Cody pulls me on top of him, crashing our lips together in a searing, if somewhat uncoordinated, kiss. When we part for air, he rubs his cock against mine and we both groan before he cheekily asks, “Does that mean you’ll finally fuck me?”

I don’t need to be asked a fourth time. I press another quick kiss to his lips before I roll off him and reach for my nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. When I roll back over to face him, I find him propped on his elbow on his side, his underwear removed and his hand slowly stroking his cock. He eyes the straining bulge at the front of my briefs expectantly.

“Patience,” I chuckle, and he groans.

“I don’t think you understand how long I’ve wanted this.”

It’s probably safer that I don’t try, to be honest. Instead, I laugh and shake my head. “Then you can be patient for a few more minutes.”

“I take it all back,” he complains dramatically, pouting for added effect. “Maybe I should have gone out with— mmph .”

Not wanting to hear him speak another man’s name, especially while he’s in my own bed, I’ve silenced him with a kiss. He wastes no time, tugging at the waistband of my briefs while our tongues tangle together with more enthusiasm than finesse.

Gasping into his mouth when he wraps his warm hand around my aching cock, I concede defeat.

“Cody,” I breathe, barely pulling back from the kiss as he strokes me with confidence earned from weeks spent learning each other’s bodies, “you’ll need to stop that if you want this to last.”

I’ve been reminded more than once over the time we’ve spent together that I’m really not in my twenties anymore. Once I come, there’s not much chance of getting it up again. At least, not at the speed that Cody can.

But where that thought might once have made me concerned that we’re incompatible, or that he’ll lose interest in me and find someone more age appropriate, it doesn’t bother me now. Yes, I wish I could keep up with my younger lover, but I don’t see it as a roadblock to maintaining a relationship anymore.

Hell, I know that if I really wanted to, I could probably swallow my pride —and a little blue pill— and feel like I am in my twenties again. Maybe one day, it will become a necessity to do that. But for now, it’s not a real issue. Not for me and Cody, anyway.

These thoughts are completely silenced by the time my lubed fingers are stretching him out, watching his face to catalog every sign of pleasure and discomfort.

“Ken,” he whines as I take my time, writhing on my fingers, “I might technically be a virgin, but— oh fuck, there. There. There. There! ” He repeats the word with every thrust inside him, before he seemingly realizes he was mid-sentence. “B-but I play with toys. Way more in recent weeks than ever before.”

A grin pulls at my lips as I understand the implications of that confession. “Oh? Any particular reason why?” I ask, sounding smug even to my own ears.

“You know why— ah! ” he arches off the mattress when I curl my fingers to prod at his prostate. “Fuck, Ken. Fuck. I’m gonna?—”

“Nuh-uh,” I deny him, wanting more than anything to hear him confirm my understanding of why he was so driven to ride his dildos or vibrators recently. “Tell me why you’ve been fucking yourself with your toys, sweetheart. What — who — have you been thinking about, hmm?”

“You!” he cries out, sounding wrecked and desperate. “You. I’ve…I’ve been—oh God —th-thinking about you.”

“Was that so hard?” I practically purr, with elation thrumming through my veins. It’s an emotion laced with pride, yes, but the primary emotion is— “I love you.”

The words spill out of me, no longer contained by reason or fear.

Even if I hadn’t already known that Cody must feel the same way about me (because what other emotion would drive him to take the leap he did tonight?), I would still have declared my feelings. Besides, it’s only a tiny step beyond telling him that I want everything with him, right? And saying those words earlier was liberating.

Even if it is a cliché to profess feelings on Valentine’s Day, this moment feels right.

Well, okay, maybe I could have waited until my fingers weren’t stretching him open to take my cock…

“I love you, too.” Cody’s reply is breathless and filled with awe. He raises his head from my pillow to look at me through shining eyes and he flexes his hips. “Get inside me. Now .”

Wiping my fingers free of the remnants of lube on my sheets, I fumble with the condom packet in my haste to finally comply with his plea. I can feel his heated stare on me as I finally roll the sheath over my cock, and he spreads his legs wider to accommodate me as I settle over him.

Then I’m sliding inside him, moving forward in slow, incremental thrusts, the hesitance as much for my own sake as it is for his. His body practically sucks me inside, the warmth and clench of him feeling so damn perfect that I am on the knife’s edge of coming myself.

Sex has never felt like this before.

I don’t try to delude myself into thinking that it’s because it’s been a while, because I know that’s not the reason.

It’s our connection.

Before now, sex has always been enjoyable, but it’s only ever been physical. Now that I’ve fallen head over heels in love? It’s like I’m having sex in a whole new dimension.

My heart feels full, my nerve endings extra sensitized from endorphins and emotion. My breathing comes heavier as a strange tightness forms in my throat.

Beneath me, Cody is also panting, and his fingers are digging into the globes of my ass, holding me in place now that I’ve nestled my cock deep inside him.

“You okay?” The question comes out gruff and ragged, as though I’ve just pounded into him for minutes on end instead of slowly inching my way inside his tight heat.

His Adam’s apple bobs, but he nods. “Y-yeah. Just…gimme a minute.”

He groans as I lean down, closing the distance between us so I can gently kiss his lips. Resting my forehead against his, I murmur, “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”