11. Oskar
CHAPTER ELEVEN
OSKAR
Kai has a lunch of deli food waiting when I arrive. After feasting on chicken soup, a pastrami sandwich with pickles, and a potato knish, I am readier for a nap than for swimming.
“I’m excited you like the water,” he says as we put away the leftovers. “I thought we’d go to the rooftop pool first, and we can swim indoors when we need a break from the sun.”
“Unless you would like a nap first,” I say. “I am stuffed.”
He snorts. “Something tells me if we go to bed, I’ll be the one who’s stuffed. We’d never make it to the pool.”
I close the refrigerator and turn to look him over.
He is wearing swimming trunks and a New York Condors T-shirt.
I almost ask if he goes to many of their games, but I don’t.
Until I am prepared to tell him what I do, I don’t want to talk about hockey.
I want him to like me for the person I am, not what I do for a living.
“You are always handsome,” I say, “but today you are glowing even before the sun touches you.”
He flinches. It is slight, but the uncertain look on his face is not. It reminds me of how I feel when I am not sure what someone means.
“You are very beautiful,” I tell him. “That is what I was trying to say.”
He arranges his lips back into a smile. “Thank you. You should get changed. If we don’t go up there now, we may not make it.”
The rooftop pool turns out to be surprisingly large, but since it is a weekday, not many people are here. After we claim lounge chairs and spread out our towels, I take off my T-shirt. Kai’s lips part as he rakes his eyes over me. His hungry expression is so exciting I start getting hard.
He notices, and a moment goes by before he raises his eyes to meet mine.
Very slowly, he removes his shirt and tosses it on a table without looking away.
I take my time studying him. His muscles are so pumped I wonder if he worked out before I came over.
The hard outline of his cock is impossible to miss.
I loved having him in my mouth, and if we were inside now, I would peel his trunks off him and enjoy another feast.
“Let’s try the water,” I say. Before he can answer, I run to the pool and jump in.
When I return to the surface, he is right there beside me. We swim for a few minutes, warming up, and then agree to race. He wins the first contest by a hair, and I call for another. This time, I come out in front.
“You cheated.”
Instead of kissing the smirk off him, I ask, “How did I do that?”
“You hit the water before I finished counting off.”
I shake my head, and he laughs as I splash him.
“That does not mean I dove early,” I say. “I have fast reflexes. It is not my fault if you are getting old.”
He scoffs loudly. “I am not getting old.”
“I believe you are older than me.”
“Not by much.” Though his smile has returned, he manages to sound indignant. “How old are you, hotshot?”
“Twenty-two. You?”
He rolls his eyes. He makes a habit of that, and it always makes him look cute. After a pause, he says, “Twenty-six.”
I give him the most mischievous look I can find. “Mm hmm. As I said, you are getting old. But do not worry. I like older men.”
He blushes bright red, something else he does often. “If four years makes me an older man, I’ll claim it.”
His nipples are right under the surface, so I tweak one. “I am liking this thing we are becoming.”
“Me too.” Before I can answer, he looks away. When he turns his head back toward me, his eyes are troubled. “Please don’t h…”
I wait for him to go on, but he doesn’t.
“Do not be afraid of me, Kai.”
“Let’s just have fun, okay?” His voice is careful, every word deliberate.
“Yes.” Although I have agreed, I do not understand. I have seen this look before, on the first girl I dated. She was scared of wanting something.
We return to our lounges, and drying off, Kai picks up a tube of sunscreen. For the first time since the awkwardness in the water, he sounds normal. “You should use this. Your skin’s already turning pink.”
I take the tube from him. “That is a good idea.” After I put some on my chest and arms, I hand the tube back to him. “Do my back?”
“Sure. Flip over.”
I lie stomach down and enjoy having his big hands on my back. They are calloused from working out, and it is impossible not to remember such a man writhing underneath me. I moan as he works the lotion into my skin. He’s digging in like he’s giving me a massage.
“That is so nice,” I say.
“I like touching you.” He squeezes my delts, drawing another sound out of me, and says, “I’m sorry I made things weird in the water.”
I turn my head enough to see his face. “We are in the figuring-things-out stage. Both of us should be honest. If we are too careful, it could spoil things.”
A few beats go by. “Okay.” His voice is a bit strained, as if the word cost him something.
He moves to my legs. “Your thighs are incredible. You do a lot of lower-body workouts, I guess.”
“Yes, and most days, I run. Do you run?”
“When it isn’t so hot out. It’s a great way to do cardio and work off stress. In the summer, I use treadmills.”
“Me too.”
He digs into my right calf, making me groan.
“Perhaps…” I grunt when he hits a sore spot. “Could we work out together? We can talk while we treadmill.”
“Treadmill?” he asks. “That isn’t a verb. Say ‘use the treadmill,’ or just ‘run.’”
I snicker. “Yes, tutor.”
He continues the massage but does not answer my question.
“Would you like that?” I ask. “If we worked out together?”
He hesitates so long I am not sure he will answer me at all.
Finally, he does. “Yes. Among other benefits, I’d get to see your body every day.”
“I think the American term is ‘right back atcha.’”
He breaks into a hard laugh I can’t resist joining.
We change places, and I begin with his upper back. His shoulders loosen by degrees, and I lean over to kiss the back of his neck.
His hum is like a cat’s. “That was so nice. Please do it again.”
I do, and his soft “thank you” sounds like he might cry. Kai is clearly not used to being cared for like this.
We do not speak again until he asks me to teach him something in Swedish. I take him through the Swedish for “good morning” and “nice to meet you.”
He dutifully repeats them and seems pleased with himself.
“Your accent is not bad,” I tell him. “You have a good ear for Swedish.”
“I have good inspiration. Those words are a mouthful.”
“You will sound like a native speaker in no time.”
After we sun ourselves for a while, we get back in the water. The other swimmers have gone inside, so we hold each other and trade kisses. Kai is perfect in my arms, bulky and strong, yet so soft with need. I can tell he loves being held.
“It’s wonderful being with you,” he says. “Can we stay like this a little longer?”
I use two fingers to tilt his chin up until I can see his eyes. “We can stay like this as long as you want.”
As he relaxes, I kiss him again. We are in no hurry, and our soft sounds betray our contentment.
It is almost seven o’clock when we go back to his condo.
As soon as we step inside, he tells me to wait, then runs down the hall toward the bedrooms. He is back a moment later, wearing dry shorts and toweling his hair.
He tosses me a dry towel and says, “You are not dripping chlorinated water all over my floors.”
While I work on my hair, I touch his foot with mine. “You invite me over to swim and are surprised by wetness?”
His ears go pink. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.” I enjoy having his eyes on me as I rub myself down. “But it was fun to say.”
Letting out a little scoff, he heads for the kitchen.
I follow him. “Are you pissed off? Notice how I said that, tutor?”
“I’m deciding.” He gives me a stern look.
“Deciding if you are pissed off at me?”
He shakes his head and treats me to another rumble of laughter. “At myself for giving you opportunities to throw me off balance.”
I lean against the counter. “Too late. I have discovered you are easy to fluster.”
He pulls his head out of the refrigerator and looks back at me. “Easy?”
“Yes. Watch.” I step closer and kiss his neck. “Your shoulders look very strong after swimming.”
His cheeks blaze.
I touch one. “See? Easy.”
“You are a menace.”
“You like me.”
“That is currently under review.”
I peer into the refrigerator beside him. “What is for dinner?”
“I’m looking for water. We ate half of Manhattan a few hours ago.”
“Since I am young, I recover quickly.”
He snorts. “You’re twenty-two, not a teenager.”
“In Sweden, twenty-two is prime snacking age.”
“That sounds made up.”
“It is.” I smirk at him. “But I said it with confidence.”
He braces a hand on the counter and cackles. Laughing with Kai in his kitchen seems more intimate than kissing him in the pool.
He points a finger at me. “Go get out of those wet trunks while I heat the leftovers.”
“Yes, older man.”
He stares, and I widen my smile.
“Keep pushing,” he says.
“I plan to. Until you whine underneath me and beg me to fuck you even harder. Until you are out of your mind screaming with pleasure.”
Before he can reply, I turn and head for the bedroom. That should hold him until I return.
We eat on the balcony off his living room. It is covered, and a large ceiling fan keeps us comfortable. Although the city view is spectacular on its own, Kai makes it a hundred times better.
I swallow the last of a sandwich. “I like this. Spending a lazy day together, eating delicious food while I enjoy your company.”
“It’s amazing.” He glances toward the skyline. “I could see myself—” He wrinkles his brow. “You’re very good company.”
The words seem to cost him more than they should, so I try to lighten things up. “Making out in the pool was pretty good too.”
He nods. “It was amazing. Making out with you…” His voice trails off, and he clears his throat. “It was the nicest swim I remember.”
His words are warm, but his eyes are a little glassy. What has made him so afraid to admit even that much?
After dinner, we shower separately. While I stand under the steamy water, I face the truth: somewhere between the pool and the end of dinner, Kai became more than a spot of fun. Hopefully, the dating I’ve wished for will become reality.
We end up on the sofa with him leaning against me and one of my arms around his shoulders. As the sun goes down, I admire how different the skyline looks.
“New York is so beautiful at night,” I tell him. “Very different from the daytime. I am not sure I will ever get tired of it.”
He pushes up enough to kiss my cheek. “It’s fantastic, but not nearly as good-looking as you.”
I turn my head and kiss him. We have kissed many times today, and still the world shrinks until there is only us.
His mouth is soft at first, but as I deepen the kiss, he responds.
My fingers tangle in his soft hair, and his hands find my chest, palms pressing flat against me as he shifts to straddle my lap.
His weight feels so good I groan into his mouth.
Our kisses grow hungrier, more urgent. I nip at his lower lip, and he responds by grinding his cock against mine.
The thin material of our shorts does nothing to disguise our excitement.
“Oskar,” he breathes against my mouth, and the demanding way he says my name makes my blood run hot. His fingers slide over my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles before slipping beneath my shirt. His touch sends shivers through me despite the warmth of our bodies pressing together.
“Lean back a little,” I say, and then pull his shirt over his head. His skin is smooth and speckled with short hairs; the lean muscle quivers under my touch, and I suck one of his nipples while he whines with pleasure.
I go back to his mouth, needing to taste him again, before trailing kisses down his neck and across his collarbone. He arches against me when I linger over the rapid pulse at the base of his throat, and his soft moan makes my dick start throbbing.
“Can’t resist you,” I say against his skin.
My hands find his ass, and I pull him closer. He grinds against me again, the friction building into tension that settles heavy in my balls. He works his fingers into my hair and pulls my head back, holding me still as he kisses me again.
We are lost in each other, the city view forgotten. I slide one hand between us, palming him through his shorts, and he ruts against me.
“Oskar. I need you so fucking much.”
The pace quickens, and as he humps my hand, his little grunts leave me feverish.
He gasps as I unbutton his shorts and slip my fingers inside. I wrap my hand around his cock and circle the tip with my thumb, spreading his precum over the head.
“Fuck,” he whispers against my mouth, then starts sucking my tongue.
This makes me crazy. I may have his dick in my hand, but I’m completely at his mercy. As he moves his hips frantically, scooting against my legs, I am afraid I will come in my shorts before I finish him off.
Trying to get things under control, I break the kiss. He pushes back in my lap enough for me to pull out his cock.
“Goddamn,” he cries when I squeeze him. “Come here.”
His mouth is hot as I slide my tongue back inside. He grips my shoulders, and when he digs his nails into my skin, I grunt into the kiss. He pulls away from my mouth, panting hard. The color in his cheeks deepens as I jerk him faster.
“Go ahead and come, baby. I want to see it.”
“But…” He looks into my eyes. “I need you inside me.”
“Do not worry, beautiful. You will come many times tonight.”
“A little faster,” he whispers, thrusting into my fist. “I’m really close.”
“Let go.” I use my commanding voice, the one he likes during sex. “Be a good boy and shoot your load for me.”
“Fuck!” he cries, coming in hot spurts across my hand, onto my stomach. He is twisting on my lap, and one of his shots hits the cushion beside us.
“That’s it,” I say, still stroking him. “Give it all to me, Kai.”
We are weightless, floating in pleasure. For a moment, we are one as surely as we will be when I fuck him later.
He is still shooting when heat pulses in my balls and rushes through me. Every drop of Kai’s cum flowing over my hand, every one of his cries, intensifies the pleasure. I am having one of my inside orgasms, the kind I get when I give someone so much satisfaction.
When he quiets, I let go of his cock and bring my hand to my mouth so I can taste him. He groans as I lick up his cum. When I have sucked it all off my fingers, he leans in for another kiss, humming as he takes charge of my mouth. It is very heady to taste your cum on another man’s tongue.
I break the kiss and say, “Get up.”
He shimmies off me, and when we are both standing, I take his hand and lead him down the hall.