Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Ricky
For some reason, choosing a bunch of snacks together made us turn into a pair of giggling little kids.
Past the age of thirteen, there shouldn’t have been anything funny about the names of any candy bars, or the act of buying as many as we wanted, but we snickered as we roamed the aisles like it was a secret joke only the two of us were in on.
I was pretty sure we were both just a little giddy from unexpectedly getting to spend some time together tonight.
God knew I was. I felt almost drunk with excitement.
It was wild how strongly he affected me after such a short amount of time knowing each other, but nothing about it felt strange or wrong.
It almost felt inevitable. Like we were always meant to meet.
Like it was completely pointless to do anything but accept that I wanted him so badly, that I couldn’t stay away from him, because we’d simply been written into the fabric of the universe together.
A match that made sense on a cosmic level.
An unavoidable magnetic force that would’ve drawn us together sooner or later, wherever we’d each been in the world, and however long it would’ve taken.
An inevitability.
We ended up buying an ungodly amount of snacks. I took notice of every single one Elliot picked. He liked dark chocolate over milk or white. He liked things with a crunch. He liked strawberry-flavored candy. He liked salt and vinegar chips best too, though, like me.
We got a giant slushie in the end—a mix of flavors that was probably going to taste gross, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see Elliot’s tongue stained a murky purple from it. I wanted to see how hyper he got from the sugar rush. I wanted to kiss him and taste the sweetness of his mouth for myself.
We were still all giggly and hyper as we got into my car, and the moment I pulled away from the gas station onto the dark road, Elliot grabbed my thigh and leaned over to kiss my cheek.
“I missed you, muffin.”
A rush of pure joy swelled in my chest. It felt like I’d eaten a pound of candy already. I laughed, fingers tightening on the steering wheel so I didn’t let go just to reach for him and send us careening off the road. “Muffin?”
He shrugged, sitting back but keeping his hand on my thigh. His long fingers massaged absently, squeezing and releasing, making my knees fall open wider to get closer to him as I drove. “’Cause you’re so sweet. My sweet little sugar muffin.”
I blushed and bit my lip to try and suppress my grin. To try and hide how happy that made me. But a second later, I thought, Why should I hide it? I couldn’t be the only one feeling this. I knew I wasn’t.
I took my eyes off the road for a split second to grin at him, letting him see the pleased flush his words had brought to my cheeks.
He was already watching me, and his gaze softened instantly.
When I looked back at the road, he leaned in once more to press another kiss to my cheek.
This one was slower. Lingering. He nuzzled my jaw for the briefest moment afterward, then dropped another soft kiss there, and I couldn’t stop the shiver of pleasure that rolled through me.
“So where should we go?” I asked, still smiling as I watched the empty road ahead.
Right now, in this moment, I felt freer than I ever had before.
Freer than when I felt the first touch of his lips on mine that night in the office at work.
Freer than last night on the beach. We could literally go anywhere we wanted. There was nothing stopping us.
Elliot must’ve been thinking something along the same lines, because he stretched languidly in the passenger seat and said, “Vegas?” Before I could respond, he chuckled and palmed my thigh again. “Nah, just kidding. I do know a good spot, though. Where we can be alone.”
I nodded quickly, then shot him a teasing smile. “Gonna take me to Make-Out Point?”
He snorted. “We won’t be alone if we go to Make-Out Point. There are always grody little teenagers there horning it up.”
I burst out laughing. “I was kidding. I didn’t even know there really is a Make-Out Point.”
“I mean, there’s a spot, yeah. But I know somewhere better.” He grinned over at me and squeezed my thigh. “You’ll see what I mean when we get there, muffin.”
***
He was right. This was the perfect spot, mainly because we were completely alone. Not another car or house or person for miles.
We were on a smallish cliff that overlooked the town, with the ocean stretching all the way to the horizon just beyond it.
Everything glittered, the tiny headlights of cars flashing in and out of view as they drove between toy-sized buildings with windows that glowed a soft, warm gold.
There were trees surrounding us from the back, with just the narrow dirt trail Elliot had directed me down cutting through them.
It felt safe here. Secluded. We really were completely alone, and I’d never been more relaxed in my life.
I could just be. I didn’t have to worry about making sure I acted a certain way, not looking at certain people for too long, or pretending I wasn’t desperate to touch and look at Elliot every single second I was with him.
He knew the parts of me no one else did.
He was safe. He was like a dream come to life.
The first thing we did once I’d cut the engine was to make out for a stupidly long time.
Elliot unbuckled his seat belt immediately and scrambled over, climbing into my lap to straddle me.
His long limbs made it a little awkward at first—the front seat of a car was not exactly designed for two fully grown dudes—but neither of us cared.
After long minutes of deep, endless kisses, we were both hard and leaking in our jeans, hips grinding to try and find some friction.
Without breaking the kiss for even a second, Elliot reached between us and began undoing buttons, yanking down zippers and tugging on tight denim until finally, those long, narrow fingers were once again smoothing their way around my shaft, stroking and caressing me with mind-numbingly soft touches as he moaned helplessly into my mouth. Or maybe that was me.
With his other hand, he pulled his own cock out far less reverently and pinned both of us together in his fist. The kiss finally came to an end when my head fell back against the car seat, heavy from the overwhelming sensation I hadn’t stopped thinking about, hadn’t stopped craving since last night.
A guttural groan tore from my throat, tinged with pure relief.
It already felt more natural, more wholly right, when I could feel his skin against mine than it did when I couldn’t.
He dipped his head to kiss me again, tongue plunging inside, almost fucking my mouth in time with his fist stroking both of us together.
This time, I made sure to touch him as much as I could.
I cupped his face, feeling his sharp jaw working under my fingers from the drugging thrusts of his tongue.
I pushed his leather jacket off his shoulders, and he wriggled out of it eagerly so I could run my hands down his arms and feel the lean muscles there, the gentle curves of his biceps and sinewy forearms. I ran my hands all over his thighs, around to his denim-clad ass.
I greedily skimmed my palms up the length of his back, beneath the cropped hem of his tank to his shoulder blades, then back down to the waistband of his jeans and the worn leather belt threaded through its loops.
I moaned and strained my hips up uncontrollably when I smoothed a hand over his tight stomach and used my thumb to play with the ring piercing his navel.
Elliot moaned too, hips bucking to slide his cock against mine.
I was leaking copiously once again, enough to make both our cockheads slippery.
When we stopped kissing, both of us panting too hard and fast to keep it up, I tilted my head down so I could see his cock pressed tight against mine again.
This time, though, Elliot was on top of me.
Straddling me. His hips were moving, rolling, almost like he was riding my dick, and the sight of it made me let out a helpless, strained sound.
Through lust-glazed eyes, I stared down at our pinned cocks.
At his flushed and shiny cockhead slipping against mine.
At the tiny slit at the tip, its very edges a slightly deeper pink and glistening from the bead of pre-cum welling before my eyes.
I could see his cock so much better than I’d been able to last night.
It was closer now, thanks to our position.
My hand began to move, fingers trailing down from his bellybutton, over his lower belly, then brushing through the small patch of trimmed dark hair at the base of his cock.
Elliot started breathing harder and faster.
His hand stuttered for a second around our lengths, but he kept stroking.
I bypassed his pumping fist, and Elliot whimpered just before I smoothed a fingertip over his leaking slit.
Round and round in tiny, slippery circles, spreading the slick wetness, feeling a thin thread of it sticking to my finger when I briefly pulled it away to tap his slit lightly, just once.
Elliot’s entire body tensed up in a rush on top of me, and he cried out as the first white ribbon of cum jetted into the scant space between us, just missing the side of my finger.
His hips jerked and his fingers tightened around both of us.
I stared, enthralled, watching spurt after spurt stream from the tip of him to splatter over his fist and the back of my hand.
I could feel it. Feel the pulse of him under my fingertip with each release.
Feel the root of him flex against me, a heavy throb in his cock that my own began to mirror.
My hand fell to the side and I gripped his hip hard as my own orgasm hit me like a cannonball.
It slammed into me, fast and intense, then seemed to slow down and lengthen like time was doing me a solid by letting me feel it for longer.
Each spurt of cum felt like a heavy, pounding pulse inside me, a giant heartbeat that filled my entire body.
Bliss rushed under my skin and my scalp tingled and numbed.
I could hear myself groaning and gasping, but everything sounded like it was from a distance, until I came back to my body in a jarring rush when it all ended.
We were both breathing hard, our chests heaving, and the car windows had steamed up completely.
Elliot’s hand was trembling as it kept our softening cocks pinned together, as though he was reluctant to separate us.
I got it. I didn’t want that either. With a soft sound, he cupped the side of my neck with his free hand and crushed his mouth to mine.
The kiss was hot and deep, but still slow and tender. It was everything. The perfect way for us both to come down from the high, to recover, until we were ready to do it all over again.