Chapter Four #5
“Before you get all paranoid and over-think everything,” he said, voice just above a whisper, “let me reassure you. I want this just as much as you do. I’m not having second-thoughts.”
I watched his face for a moment, then nodded. My mind hadn’t quite slipped into that spiral of self-doubt, but I knew myself well enough to know it wasn’t too far off. Somehow, clearly, Kai had managed to predict that as well.
When he leaned into me, the impulse to tip forward to meet him was instinctual. His lips felt thick and puffy against my own; swollen as though stung. Our first kiss was almost chaste, the taste of him subtle but beguiling when he pulled back with a knowing smile.
“Again,” I murmured, needy. Kai obliged.
If we’d started out cautious, that quickly fell away. Lips and tongues mashing together, the hunger surging through us like a mounting wind. Kai’s hands on my triceps, fingers digging into the flesh there as he mauled my face.
It was a sense of liberation, of permission.
The freedom to put aside my usual reticence and second-guessing, and for once just exist within the moment.
My hands starting their journey on his chest, but so quickly shifting down, plotting a course that encompassed the ripples of his abs and then circled to his crotch.
Kai’s excitement was unmistakable, the slick fabric stretched around his erection. Pulsing against my fingertips where they wrapped around him, each vein outlined and clear to my touch.
It took a little maneuvering, but I managed to ease him free. The heat scorching in my fist, as I dragged my hand along his length. Smooth, precum-slicked skin wrapped around an iron core; Kai groaned into my mouth as I pumped him.
Pulling back took all the strength of resolve I had - not to mention real strength, Kai’s body doing its best to follow me as I leaned away. “I need to see you,” I gasped, breathlessly.
He mewled with frustration, but shifted in turn all the same. Torso angling back, so that it was only my grip on his cock that joined us.
He was... beautiful. A weird way to describe a dick, I knew rationally, and yet the way he filled my hand, the shape of him, the near-perfect proportions... it made my mouth water. Mesmerized, I eased my fist along him.
“That feels good,” he muttered, voice still heavy with arousal.
I grinned at him, unable to look away from his dick for more than a few seconds at a time. “I bet it tastes good, too,” I teased. Ran my thumb brusquely across the swollen head, and felt Kai shudder in response.
“Oh I see,” he mock-scolded me, “I had to stop sucking you, but you get to blow me?”
I shrugged, noncommittal. “My house, my rules.”
He rolled his eyes. “So you’re saying I should take you next door,” he suggested, “and fuck you in front of my parents?”
A raised eyebrow at that. “Who said you’re going to fuck me?”
Kai grinned. It was about the filthiest expression imaginable, and it made my stomach twist and my cock lurch in response.
“Fine, you can fuck me, then,” he conceded, not unhappily. “Either way, it’s going to be a surprise for them.”
The mental image of him on all fours by the pool filled my head, his ass hiked up high as I guided my dick into him. Suddenly I felt light-headed again.
“So you bottom,” I asked, curiosity overwhelming my daze.
He reached out to run his thumb across my cheekbone, smiling. “There you go again with the labels. Have you always been so eager to classify everything?”
Another shrug. “I know you don’t like putting a name to things,” I explained, “but...”
Kai gave me a skeptical look. “But... what?”
I felt myself blushing. “But it would turn me on to hear about it,” I admitted.
His knowing expression left me feeling like I’d been caught, somehow. Even though I’d just confessed everything he needed to know about me. Biting my lip, I looked away.
“You want to hear about me getting fucked,” he said, eventually. It was a statement, not a question.
Part of me wanted to deny it, despite all I’d just said, to try to make myself seem less like a voyeur. I just didn’t trust my voice to even attempt to say that out loud, not if I wanted it to sound halfway believable as well.
Kai laughed. “Okay, how about this,” he suggested. “I tell you some of my stories, and you tell me some of yours.”
It was my turn to chuckle. “I just got done with a sixteen year relationship,” I pointed out, inwardly wincing at the implicit reminder of just how much older I was. “I doubt my stories are anywhere near as entertaining as yours.”
Kai closed his hand around mine, where it was still languidly plying his erection. Fingers guiding me in my rhythm.
“Then make up some new stories,” he countered, “the things you’d like to do with me, maybe.” He licked his lips. “And perhaps we can try some of them out for real, too.”
I stared at him for a moment, contemplating the array of things we could potentially do together. My mind couldn’t pin any one idea down, though, skipping from possibility to possibility like a child faced with the spoils of an ice cream counter.
“I may need some time to write that particular letter to Santa.”
He giggled at that, apparently delighted. “I’m sure he’ll read it with fascination.”
The thought of Santa - in my mind a mall Santa, bright red suit with black trim and a voluminous white beard on an elastic string - reading, with increasing shock, my missive about all the things I’d like to do to Kai’s body, and have him do to mine, cracked me up.
“He’d probably send the elves to do a citizen’s arrest.”
Kai’s eyes widened, suggestively. “Or maybe they’d just want to watch.”
Silence between us again, then. No less loaded than before, though, his hands cradling mine as I slowly jerked him.
“Can you at least think of one or two things we could do, then,” he asked. “I mean, while we wait for the whole letter to be finished.”
I nodded.
“Oh good,” he said, his voice low and husky.
I was reaching for the back of his neck, aiming to pull him in again for another kiss, when the loud buzz of his phone vibrating on the table by the pool interrupted us.
Saw him frown at hearing it, even as his face continued to move toward mine.
By the time he reached me, though, it was to rest his forehead against my own.
“That fucking thing,” he complained, annoyed. “I should turn it off.”
“Okay,” I told him. Reluctant to relinquish my grip on his shaft, but grudgingly releasing him.
Kai backed away from me, eyes hungrily staring still. Meanwhile I had the perfect view of his cock jutting thickly from his trunks, the memory of it imprinted on my palms and leaving them itchy with anticipation.
Part of me wanted to slip down off the counter and follow him.
Snatch the phone from his hands, maybe, and drop it into the water so that his focus would remain on me.
I forced myself to wait it out, though. Watched as he turned at the last moment, his body no less impressive in profile - ass a curved shelf of muscle beneath the tight material - and checked the screen.
A frown that I could make out from across the room, and a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach. When he looked up at me, his expression was frustrated.
“I have to go,” he told me, simply.
I fought the urge to clench my teeth; tried to stop myself from interpreting what was happening as an inevitable rejection.
“Girlfriend calling?” I asked. Wondered if he could hear the slight undercurrent of doubt, simmering beneath what I was trying to make sound jovial and light.
A laugh at that. “You have some weird fantasies,” he teased. “No, it’s my mom. Apparently I’m meant to be picking them up from some dinner they’ve been at.”
It seemed like a reasonable excuse; I begged my subconscious to accept it at face value.
“You’ve had a drink,” I pointed out, nodding at his wine glass on the counter.
Kai shrugged. “I had half a glass. I’m fine to drive.”
Damn. “They could get a cab?”
I wasn’t sure if his chuckle was more about my suggestion, or the hint of desperation we could probably both read in it.
“I get to stay rent-free over the summer,” he explained, “and in return I am the very occasional taxi driver.” As he walked back over to me, he eased his still-hard cock back into his swimsuit.
I groaned in disappointment, closing my eyes.
“Tate,” he said. Then again, a little more insistent, when I refused to look at him. “Tate. This isn’t an excuse, I’m not getting cold feet.”
I forced myself to open my eyes. “Am I that easy to read?”
Reaching out, Kai ran his fingers down my jawline. I resisted the urge to nuzzle my face into his hand, like a puppy eager for attention.
“I think I just know what I’d be wondering, if the positions were switched,” he explained. “And so I need you to believe me when I tell you that, while we may have been interrupted now, it only means we’ll be picking up again soon, okay?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice to avoid the wheedling tone I could hear loud and clear in my head.
Kai stepped closer to me still, his body in-between my thighs.
“There are many, many things that I want us to do together,” he told me, low, and teasing, and leaving me grunting at the thought of it. “But I don’t want it to be some rushed, desperate thing that we try to squeeze in because we’re short on time.”
I rested my fingertips on the mound of his pectoral, feeling the stiff nub of his nipple against my thumb. “You seemed in a pretty big hurry earlier,” I pointed out, eyebrow raised. He needed no extra explanation of the reference.
As he leaned in, I could feel the heat of his breath on my ear. His voice soft and husky. “Well then maybe you should’ve cum in my throat when you had the chance, eh?”
My groan was a whole lot louder this time.