Chapter Fourteen #2
He tried not to let any insecurities creep in and ruin this incredible high he was riding.
He ran upstairs to his bedroom to make sure nothing was out of place, which, of course, nothing was.
He checked his nightstand drawer and was relieved that he had plenty of lube left in the bottle.
After a moment of worrying about appearing too forward, he set the bottle on top of the nightstand.
There was no reason to be shy tonight. Eric found the simplicity of this arrangement exciting.
He didn’t have to guess or be subtle. He could see why hookups were appealing for a lot of people, as long as it was with someone he trusted.
His doorbell rang and Eric darted down the stairs, heart hammering with anticipation. He opened the door and found Kyle, bundled into a scarf and hat, cheeks pink from the cold.
“Hey,” Kyle said. He was smiling, and for a moment Eric couldn’t speak because he looked so beautiful. Then he finally snapped out of it and stepped aside to let Kyle in.
Kyle set his backpack down and removed his outerwear, which Eric took from him to stow in the closet.
Kyle was in bartender mode tonight: a white T-shirt, faded jeans, and no glasses.
It was a look that was designed to tempt men, and it was probably what Kyle normally wore when he was meeting a hookup.
Eric wasn’t sure if he was disappointed that he wasn’t getting the softer, grad student version of the man.
“It was fucking hot watching you get that shutout,” Kyle said, stepping close.
“It was pretty hot getting that shutout,” Eric said. He tilted his head, his lips hovering in front of Kyle’s. “I feel like celebrating.”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
There was no caution in this kiss. No chaste warm-up.
The moment their lips collided they were devouring each other, Kyle’s fingers gripping Eric’s jaw, and Eric palming the back of Kyle’s head.
Every nerve in Eric’s body buzzed with need.
He felt ravenous and ready to drink his fill of this gorgeous man.
Kyle pushed him back against a wall, Eric’s back thudding next to the painting they had been admiring together at the party. Kyle grabbed Eric’s wrists and pinned his arms against the wall. The sudden vulnerability sent a jolt through him, and he gasped as Kyle kissed his throat.
“You like that?” Kyle said against his skin. “Would you stay like that for me if I ask you to?”
Eric groaned in response, then managed a strangled, “Yes.” He would stay like this as long as Kyle wanted, sore muscles be damned. He would fight through the discomfort, like he did when practicing yoga, and command his body to endure it. For Kyle.
He could feel the press of Kyle’s teeth against the tender flesh near his Adam’s apple, and he guessed that Kyle was smiling.
“You seemed to like it when I was calling the shots last time.”
“I did.”
“Maybe we can play with that, then. Because I meant what I said last time: I’d love to introduce you to the wonderful world of edging. I have a feeling you’d love it.”
Eric nodded. “Okay. We can try that.”
Kyle stroked a gentle hand over Eric’s beard, then gripped his jaw and kissed him fiercely. The force of it made Eric’s legs wobble. He wanted Kyle to do whatever he had planned right here, against this wall, but Kyle was the voice of reason.
“Why don’t we go upstairs so we don’t knock that painting to the floor?” he murmured.
Startlingly, in that moment, Eric couldn’t give a fuck about the painting. But Kyle was right; they needed a bed. “Yeah. Yes. Upstairs.”
Kyle stepped back. “You go up. Get naked and wait for me on the bed.” He chuckled, probably amused by the dazed expression on Eric’s face. “Go. Now.”
Kyle played two levels of Angry Birds Blast on his phone, which he felt was enough time for Eric to get undressed and ready for him.
He walked up to the story below the master bedroom—the yoga studio.
He took his time, taking a leisurely stroll around the dark studio space, making his footsteps heavy.
He hoped Eric could hear him, and that he was tense with anticipation.
When he finally ascended the stairs to Eric’s bedroom, he found him stretched out on the bed, naked, with his hands folded on his chest and his ankles crossed.
His cock was thick but not quite hard, and rested against one muscular thigh.
Kyle gave himself a moment to drink that image in.
God, there were so many things he wanted to do to this man.
Kyle dropped his backpack on the bed. He considered removing his shirt, but decided to leave it for now.
He liked the imbalance of being fully dressed while Eric was naked.
Up close he could admire the definition of Eric’s finely honed muscles.
And the numerous dark bruises all over his body.
What this man put himself through every day was astonishing.
He could tell Eric was trying to appear comfortable and relaxed, but the tightness in his knuckles, and the way his abs were clenching and releasing, gave him away.
Kyle wrapped a hand around Eric’s ankle and squeezed, then released him and trailed the backs of his fingers up Eric’s leg until he reached the top of his thigh.
Eric sucked in a breath when the hand got close to his crotch, but Kyle pulled it away.
“You are absolutely stunning,” he said. “Look at all that muscle.”
“I exercise.”
“How much tension do you carry in those muscles?” Kyle asked, squeezing one of Eric’s biceps. “How much pressure is on these shoulders?”
In response, Eric closed his eyes and sighed out a long breath. Kyle played with his hair, gently combing through the thick curls. He wanted to soothe him and pamper him, and then he wanted to wring him out.
“You can let it all go,” Kyle said softly. “Your only job tonight is to feel good. And it’s my job to make sure you do.”
“Yes,” Eric whispered, keeping his eyes closed.
Kyle bent down to kiss him. Eric opened eagerly, pulling himself up to get a better angle to deepen the kiss. He slipped a hand under the hem of Kyle’s T-shirt, sliding his palm up Kyle’s stomach to lift the shirt.
Kyle covered the hand with his own, stopping it. “Nice try,” he said. “I think I’ll keep my clothes on for a bit.”
“Seems unfair.”
“I never promised to be fair. Lie down.”
Eric’s eyes went wide, and Kyle pressed him back into the mattress with a firm hand on his chest. Having even this much control over this powerful, beautiful man was intoxicating. Kyle wanted a weekend alone with him. A week. A year.
When Eric was settled, Kyle began to warm up his body with the lightest brush of his fingertips.
There were fresh bruises from the game that day, and Kyle avoided them as he traveled across Eric’s chest, down to his chiseled stomach, then dipped into the deep grooves under his obliques.
He watched Eric’s dick twitch and thicken in response, but he didn’t touch it.
Instead he walked to the end of the bed and opened his backpack.
“What’s in there?” Eric asked.
“You’ll see.”
Kyle decided that he’d better get started; otherwise they were still going to be here at midnight, and he had no intention of sleeping here.
He considered blowing Eric first, but he knew from last time that it would get Eric too close too fast. He would save that for a later round.
The first one would be relaxing and slow, with lots of talking.
Eric was fully hard now and Kyle hadn’t even touched his dick. This was going to be fun. He’d noticed the lube Eric had set on the nightstand, but Kyle pulled a bottle of his personal favorite lube out of his backpack.
“Did you jerk off today?” Kyle asked as he drizzled some lube into his palm.
“No.”
“Good. Yesterday?”
Eric furrowed his brow, as if he needed to think about it. “No.”
Kyle wrapped his slick hand around Eric’s cock, which made Eric hiss and clench his abs. “You must be dying to come then.”
“I can go...a while,” Eric said hoarsely.
“Really?” Kyle asked conversationally as he slowly pumped Eric’s cock. “Not me. I need to come at least once a day, usually.”
“You’re young.”
“And you’re not old.” Kyle kept stroking him, closely watching Eric’s face. He was grimacing and his brow was still furrowed. Far too tense. “I think you’re going to like this.”
“You say that to everyone you torture?”
“I don’t do this for just anyone. This is premium service you’re getting here.” He added a twist on the down strokes as he continued to stroke Eric, keeping his grip loose. “This is going to be the best orgasm you’ve ever had. I promise.”
Eric grunted in response. Kyle picked up the pace a bit.
“I love edging myself,” he continued. “This morning I got myself close three or four times before I let myself come.”
Eric swore quietly, and Kyle knew he was picturing it.
Good. He wanted Eric to imagine it, the way he’d been sprawled out naked on his bed, cock swollen and glistening and his skin flushed and slick with sweat.
God, Kyle had never taken a dirty photo of himself—not after what had happened with Ian—but maybe he would, if Eric wanted one.
If Eric wanted to see what Kyle looked like when he was fantasizing about him.
When Kyle was worn out and desperate to come.
Kyle gripped a little harder and kept talking, wanting to make it clear. “You know what I was thinking about when I was doing that?”
“What?”
“I was imagining this. You laid out for me to play with for as long as I wanted.” It wasn’t a lie at all.
Kyle had been fantasizing about exactly this when he’d brought himself to the brink repeatedly that morning.
Well. Almost exactly this. “In my fantasy you had a vibrating butt plug in, but we can work up to that.”
“Fuck.”
Kyle wasn’t kidding. He knew exactly which plug he wanted to fill Eric with. He could control it with an app on his phone.
“Tell me when you’re close. That’s my only rule.”