Chapter Fourteen
Even after years of staying in hotels, my stomach still knotted when I was checking in with another guy.
It’s a strange situation to begin with, of course.
Standing there in either awkward silence or amid equally awkward small-talk, waiting as the hotel receptionist does an improbably large amount of typing on a screen you can’t see.
Wondering whether they’re simultaneously judging you for being gay is just the added anxiety I would heap on top.
I wasn’t sure whether the fact that the woman at the desk was clearly distracted by Kai next to me helped, or just added to that tension.
The way she briefly muttered “thanks” when I handed over my credit card, only to immediately look back and smile at him, would’ve made me laugh had I not been so tense generally.
I probably could’ve guffawed and she wouldn’t have even noticed.
“Are you here for the conference?” she asked, as her fingers struck out morse code on her computer. Either she was very good at her job or just typing gibberish, as her attention was very much fixed on Kai and not watching the display.
Kai smiled at her, somehow managing to look relaxed and comfortable despite the early start and a flight with more than its share of complaining kids. “He is,” he replied, tilting his head at me. “I’m just along for moral support.”
She smiled back, eyes flicking to take me in as though it was the first time she’d noticed I was there at all. “Well that’s nice of you,” she cooed, “you’re a very good...”
I bit the edge of my tongue as her voice trailed off.
I wasn’t sure how one random woman we met less than two minutes ago had managed to raise the question we - well, I - had been dancing around for weeks.
Too confused to know the answer, and yet too obsessed not to chew over the possibilities again and again.
Somehow Kai’s smile got bigger. “Oh, I am, very good,” he told her, neatly skirting the question but in such a charming way - the wink helped, I was sure - that all she could do was grin in return.
Was that the slightest of blushes I could see across her cheeks?
The lobby lighting made it hard to be certain.
“Well, here are your keys” - she held the cardboard packet out to Kai - “and you’re in room 6215. Down the hall, to the elevators, then turn left on the sixth floor. And if you need anything, any help at all, I’m Janelle and I’d be happy to be of assistance.”
I opened my mouth to thank her, then realized it probably didn’t make much difference whether I said it or not. I’d faded into the blind spot again.
“Does that happen a lot?” I asked him, when we were alone in the elevator.
Kai turned to look at me. “Does what happen?”
I chuckled. “Pretty women flirting with you, as though, oh shucks” - I forced a coquettish giggle - “you’re just the most handsomest boy I ever darn saw!”
He made a face, smirking. “I hadn’t noticed.”
My turn to look disbelieving. “Oh, sure. What it must be like for the beautiful people, always wafting through life as the center of attention.”
Kai leaned in, until he was pressed firmly against my shoulder. “And yet how long was I flirting with you, and how long did it take you to realize?”
I scoffed, pushing him back upright. “I don’t think that’s quite the same thing.”
He gave me a knowing look. “I practically had to put your dick in my throat before you got the message.”
I’d just opened my mouth to respond when the doors pinged open, an elderly couple stepping to one side in the hallway to allow us out. Talk about good timing.
“I think Janelle said turn left, didn’t she?” Kai said brightly, leading the way.
I muttered dark curses under my breath while nodding my thanks to the couple.
I wasn’t sure whether it was Kai’s charm or just my company’s expenses account, but the room itself was surprisingly nice. Big bed, big balcony, and a huge tub alongside a separate shower.
“Work travel isn’t always this glamorous” I felt obliged to point out.
Kai laughed. “Maybe staying in all those cheap hotels was saving up karma for this one, nice room,” he suggested. Dropping his bag on the floor, he let himself fall back onto the bed. “Man, I’m tired.”
I took the opportunity to check him out, sprawled unselfconsciously. Hoodie unzipped, his t-shirt had tugged up as he stretched, exposing a broad strip of his flat stomach. I resisted the urge to lick my lips.
“If only Janelle could see you now,” I said, wryly.
Kai chuckled, then pushed himself up on his elbows. “Are you overthinking things?”
I shook my head. “Not really. Though we may want to put a chair up against the door handle tonight, I wouldn’t put it past her to ‘accidentally’ have a spare key.”
“You think she might creep in and take advantage of me?” He winked. “Here was me hoping it would be you doing that.”
I hung my jacket over the back of the desk chair, and walked over to the edge of the bed. “Does travel always make you this horny?”
Kai smirked, gently scissoring his legs around mine. “Complaining?”
I reached down and grabbed his knees. The muscles of his lower thighs were taut beneath my fingertips.
“Never,” I told him.
He sat up, hands reaching for the button of my jeans.
“I should shower...” I protested, a little half-heartedly.
Kai looked up at me, grinning, his hands still busy with my zipper. “You should fuck my face.”
Warm fingertips nudging under the waistband of my boxer-briefs now, and then the steady tug as he pulled them down my hips.
I was half hard already, of course; had been since he’d flopped back on the bed, all languid, careless limbs.
Had been since I’d followed the tight jut of his ass, the gray fabric clinging to each muscled cheek, along the hotel hallway.
“You’re so demanding,” I observed, looking down at him.
Kai’s expression was hungry now, the playfulness joined by something determined and eager.
“So take charge,” he teased, as my cock finally broke free and thwacked him against his cheek.
He groaned when I dragged it across his face, heavy tip sliding along the groove of his lips. “Open up,” I told him, “and stick out your tongue.”
Wrapping my fingers around my dick, I slapped the first few inches against his tongue. My other hand laced through the messy tangle of hair at the back of his head. Kai stared up with me with glassy eyes, pupils expanding like oil drops on water. I could feel the heat of his breath on me.
I held him in place as I pushed my hips forward, slowly but unrelenting, until my groin was against his lips and the ridge of my cock was lodged in his throat.
Dragged myself back again, feeling his gullet grip and release me, only to pump in deep once more.
Kai was making little grunting, choking noises; wet and thick as I jerked myself off with his mouth.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I told him, his eyes lighting up with a slutty sort of pride to hear it. “You’re so fucking tight.” I pulled us close, holding Kai’s head against my crotch. It was like my dick was getting a twitching, clenching massage.
I held him there until he started shaking, fingers tight as a vice around my thighs, but at no point trying to stop me.
Didn’t even attempt to pull free, and maybe wouldn’t have until I relented and released him.
Kai rocking back, lips swollen as he gasped for breath.
I slapped my cock across his cheeks, leaving slimy trails of spit and precum.
I knew he was ready to go again when he started to turn, to try to catch my swollen tip with his mouth.
It felt good to let him take the lead for a moment, as he bobbed on me hungrily, but soon the impatience was too much to resist. If Kai had a problem with me jack-hammering his throat he was hiding it well.
It seemed like as hard as I pounded him, as rough as I was with each deep stroke, it only left him wanting more.
Him, yes, and me, too. There was something addictive about it, dizzying to use his body so relentlessly, so selfishly.
A freedom that took my arousal off its leash and dumped me squarely in the moment.
No second-guessing what he might be thinking or wanting; no worrying about how I might look or whether I was doing the “right” thing.
Just the roar of pleasure surging through my body, that and the wet grunts Kai was making as I reamed him like a piston. It was squeezing the orgasm out of me in record time, but I didn’t care, couldn’t have delayed it even if I wanted to.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted through gritted teeth, nothing in my brain but the thought of the orgasm hurtling upon me.
And then burying myself in him for that first, toe-curling burst, feeding it deep into his throat before pulling my hips back - my fist knotted in his hair - and letting the rest splash across his face.
Thick clinging cords, heavy on his nose, his cheeks, his forehead. Kai’s open mouth desperate and needy.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, suddenly feeling dizzy.
My head spinning, as though I’d been holding my breath underwater and had only just broke through to the surface.
Stared down at the mess I’d made of him - lips puffy and glistening, spit and cum dripping off his chin - as my load slowly sagged down his face.
Kai’s eyes were closed, his chest heaving; gingerly I relaxed my grip in his hair.
I yelped when he leaned back in to me, slipping my half-hard cock into his mouth and lapping at the slick length of it.
A maelstrom of overwhelming sensations, my body howling as he whipped the post-orgasm afterglow into a frenzy.
I could feel his throat gulping as he swallowed me, seemingly intent on getting every last drop.
Stumbling, I took a step back, another step right after. Shaky legs threatening to dump me on my ass. Kai blinking at me now, his face still a sticky ruin, only the corners of his mouth were starting to creep up into a disbelieving smile.