Chapter Seventeen #2
And I kind of thought he’d like that.
Breath hitching, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his ass cheek. He moaned, hips jerking as he added a second finger and plunged them as deep as he could. When I gently grazed with my teeth, he cried out and shuddered hard.
“Ricky.” His voice was gravelly. In a rush, he slid his fingers free and reached for the nightstand again, before flipping over and sitting up as he tore open a condom packet.
Kissing me messily, he rolled the condom onto my dick without even looking, then squirted more lube into his palm and slicked my entire length. I shuddered, biting down on his lip as I fought the urge to come already. Elliot seemed to like that, because he grew even more frantic.
“Fuck, now.” He lay back and yanked me on top of him, lifting his knees to his chest until his calves hugged my sides. “Now, Ricky. Fuck me.”
I fumbled with my dick, trying not to hyperventilate with lust as I lined it up.
There was a moment of resistance before he relaxed enough for the head to pop inside in a rush.
I choked on a breath, going completely still as I started to shake.
Slick, tight warmth squeezed my dick. Elliot’s frantic fingers fisted my hair as he trembled beneath me, breathing hard and fast.
“Ricky.” He lunged up and crushed his mouth to mine, moaning into the kiss. My hips arched forward instinctively, and we both gasped as my dick sank fully inside him until we were pressed tightly together.
“Oh my god.” Elliot almost sounded on the brink of tears. “It’s so f-fucking hot. Oh my god, Ricky.”
“Is it okay?” I whispered unsteadily, my eyes wanting to squeeze shut as I pulled my hips back before sliding deep again. Oh god, nothing had ever felt this good.
“It’s s-so good.” Elliot flung his arms around my neck and kissed me again with a desperate moan. “Holy shit. Keep going. Faster.”
That was no problem at all, because I was already desperate to start thrusting uncontrollably, the pleasure too intense. We kissed feverishly as my hips began to move, speeding up more and more until we could do nothing but pant against each other’s mouths.
Elliot clutched my nape, gazing up at me with heavy, lust-glazed eyes as his body jerked beneath me with every thrust. My face was warm with self-consciousness, but I couldn’t look away.
Not when it let me see the pleasured anguish painted over his features, increasingly loud moans escaping him with every panting breath.
I was honestly surprised I’d lasted this long.
It felt unreal. He was warm and tight, and I still couldn’t believe I was inside him.
I was actually fucking him. Without all that much finesse, but it didn’t seem to matter.
I could feel his throbbing cock rubbing against my belly, and in a rush, Elliot stiffened up, his limbs shaking as his fingers dug hard into the back of my neck.
His eyes scrunched shut as a strained shout tore from his parted lips.
Wet heat spurted against my skin, drawing a desperate moan from me as he clenched up around my dick, his hips twitching wildly beneath me.
My lower back tightened, jerking my hips forward and holding my cock as deep inside him as possible.
“Oh m-my… Elliot, I’m—” I choked, then cried out as my orgasm hit in a blinding rush, burying my face in his neck, my arms snapping around him to yank him closer.
He moaned loudly, releasing my nape to thread his fingers through my hair in a soothing touch as I gasped into his neck. I was shaking like a leaf when my orgasm ended, and I sagged on top of him, trying to catch my breath.
His chest heaved against mine, our stomachs slick with his release. Not wanting him to be uncomfortable, I carefully slid my dick free and rose on trembling limbs so I wasn’t crushing him.
“W-was that okay?” I asked worriedly.
Elliot’s eyes softened. Cupping my cheeks, he drew me back down for a soft kiss.
“My little sugar muffin,” he mumbled against my lips. “That was amazing, Ricky. You made me nut so freaking hard.”
I snuffled out a laugh, licking my lips as I grinned down at him shyly. “I did too.”
He smirked at me. “I know.”
Flushing, I kissed him again before sitting up to carefully peel the condom off my dick. Elliot stretched out his long limbs with a contented sigh, letting his calves flop onto my thighs. Idly, he dragged his fingertips through the cum smeared over his pale stomach as he watched me with sated eyes.
“Hey,” I began curiously as I tied a knot in the condom with unsteady fingers. “Can you eat muffins?”
After a pause, he let out a husky laugh and smirked at me again. “Sure. Let me prove it. Again.”
Laughing, I shook my head and passed him the condom when he held out his hand for it. He dumped it on the nightstand before tugging me back on top of him.
“Oh, you mean real muffins, not cute human guys called Ricky.” He buried his face in my neck and inhaled deeply. “Yeah, I can eat whatever. I just have to eat… you know, to get the nutrients and stuff I need.”
I nodded, glancing over at the kitchen. Specifically the fridge. “So… do you have, um, you know, here?”
“Um.” He squirmed uncomfortably beneath me, letting his head rest back on the pillow. “Yeah, some. In the freezer. But I eat my main meals at work.” Fingers trailing lightly over my arms, he gave me a nervous smile. “Does it freak you out? Which would be totally understandable, by the way.”
“I don’t think so,” I told him honestly. “Maybe that’s weird of me. But it’s not the same as, like, humans eating other humans, right?”
“Yeah.” He relaxed a little, smiling up at me. “You’re perfect, Ricky. I knew it the moment I saw you.”
I snorted. “You did not.”
“I so did. And I was totally right.” He gave me a firm kiss, moaning into my mouth, before murmuring, “Wanna sleep over? We could do that again. And again. And some other stuff too.”
What other stuff? I wanted other stuff. And I definitely wanted to do that again. But…
“I wish I could,” I told him ruefully, meaning it with every fiber of my body. “But my parents will ask questions if I stay out all night and, um, I’m a really bad liar.”
He pouted, fingers tracing idle patterns over my shoulder blades.
“We gotta get you out of there so you can stay over as much as you want. And so you don’t have to eat your mom’s tuna noodle casserole anymore.” He paused, then shrugged. “Or you could just move in here. You’re already saving up to find your own place, right?”
I froze in surprise, then burst out laughing. “I think my parents might have some questions if they visit and see there’s only one bed.”
He gave me a sly smile. “There’s not, though.”
Wriggling out from under me, he grabbed my hand and tugged me off the bed to lead me over to one of the two doors on the far wall.
I could already see that one led to a tiny bathroom, its door ajar, but he opened the over to reveal a minuscule room with a washer-dryer shoved into a corner and a twin bed pushed up against the wall under a mound of clothes and boxes.
“I’m not saying you’d actually sleep in here.” Elliot snorted as if the idea was ludicrous. “But we could clear it out and make it look like your bedroom. Just in case.”
I grinned, looking around. “So this is why the rest of the place is spotless. You just hide everything in here.”
He gave my stomach a weak shove. “Shut up, it’s just clean laundry I haven’t put away yet. And, um, yeah, some other junk. But it wouldn’t take long to sort out.”
I licked my lips, pulse speeding up as I realized… I was actually considering this.
“Are… are you seriously offering?” I asked shyly, heat flooding my face. Especially when I realized I was still buck naked. But so was Elliot, so I wasn’t going to complain.
He chuckled. “Yeah, I’m seriously offering. You want to move out. You already figured you’d need to find somewhere with a roommate.” Turning, he wrapped his arms around my neck and pressed his nude body to mine with a sly grin. “This’d just be… more than roommates.”
I settled my hands on his hips, trying not to get distracted by his dick brushing against mine. It would be crazy impulsive, and I wasn’t an impulsive guy. I’d never done anything risky in my life. At least, not until I met Elliot.
Maybe it was way too fast, but… eff it. I was done playing it safe. It was time for me to actually live.
Live with a… boyfriend. Who was a ghoul. Not a human. Wow, apparently when I threw caution to the wind, I threw it really, really far.
“Okay,” I said shyly, my heart pounding with nervous excitement. I grinned at him. “If you’re sure.”
His eyes flared before he beamed at me. “Fuck yes, I’m sure.”
Tugging me closer, he crushed my lips to his in a deep kiss, but it didn’t last long because we were both grinning like idiots.
He licked his lips as he pulled back, pressing harder against me as his fingers played with my hair.
I ran my palms up his bare back, my dick twitching with renewed interest as it brushed against his.
“Promise I’m a good roommate.” He grinned at me wickedly. “I keep everything super clean. And I will clearly mark all my special food in the fridge and freezer. I’ll even be super nice and waive the deposit. Which means… maybe you could move in pretty soon.”
“Yeah,” I breathed, already imagining it. Waking up with Elliot. Getting to see him all sleepy and grouchy in the mornings. Going to work with him, then coming home and curling up on the couch together.
Getting to be with him every night, doing all the sex and relationship stuff I’d never been able to do before, with the one person I wanted to do it with.
I snapped back to the present when Elliot’s hand shifted to my neck. He gave me a tiny smile as he softly stroked my earlobe, then leaned in to kiss me.
“You’re special, Ricky,” he mumbled against my mouth.
I didn’t feel like anyone special, but… I was special to him. And he was special to me too. He already felt important.
He’d shared his biggest secret with me, not knowing how I’d react, expecting me to react badly. But he’d done it because I meant something to him. He wanted me to know all of him.
Chest aching, I deepened the kiss, shivering at the cool, sweet taste of his mouth. It quickly grew feverish, our tongues tangling as our dicks flared to life, rubbing together.
“Do you have to go yet?” Elliot murmured. He was already tugging me out of the room, back toward his bed.
I really should go. My mom would start interrogating me in the morning if she heard me get home really late, asking questions I wasn’t ready to answer.
But suddenly, that didn’t feel so worrisome.
My life was stretching out in front of me now, free and full of possibilities I never thought I’d have.
“Fuck it,” I mumbled against Elliot’s mouth. “I can stay a bit longer.”
He broke the kiss to stare at me, mouth stretching into an evil grin. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you say ‘fuck.’”
I flushed with a sheepish chuckle. “I know, I know. I’m a dork.”
“You’re perfect.” He kissed me again, then smirked. “Say it again.”
I burst out laughing, feeling lighter than I ever had. “Fuck.”
“Mmm.” Elliot pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me, all smooth pale skin and lean limbs and frisky hands. “Now say it while your dick is inside me.”
So I did. Repeatedly.