12. Bring Me to Life #2
The next thing he knew, him and James were all over each other; lips, tongues and teeth clashing as their hands twisted in each other’s hair. The food was pushed aside as James guided Dustin onto his back, kissing his way down the other boy’s neck as he did so.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” James mumbled, sucking intently on Dustin’s skin, “but if you don’t want me to… I really wanna wreck you,”
Dustin moaned, mostly involuntarily, at James’s words.
“I… Jesus, okay, that was way hotter than it had any reason to be,” Dustin laughed, breathless, “let’s do it,”
It seemed that was all James needed to hear; he dove in immediately, pulling Dustin’s tank top over his head in one smooth motion, before capturing his lips in another heated kiss.
His lips trailed down Dustin’s body, pulling unintentional gasps from the boy beneath him as he tasted every inch of his exposed chest like he was trying to memorize song lyrics.
“W-wait, fuck,” Dustin bit his lip, gently tugging on James’s hair to get him to come up for air, “we’re going to need lube if we’re gonna… you know… go all the way,”
“Shit, right, yeah” James replied, breathing heavily, “you got any? Or are we gonna have to steal it from your twin?”
“Bottom drawer,” Dustin pointed at his dresser on the far side of the room. However, as James moved off him, a lump formed in his throat at the sight of the insane outline pressed against James’s thigh, “I uh… got condoms in there too, just in case but… I don’t know if they’ll fit you,”
James let out a breathy exhale somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.
“Run into that problem a lot unfortunately. But I swear I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in months and I got tested at that pop up clinic after the last time,”
Dustin was well aware of the state sponsored clinic that visited every high school in Washington once a month, but most students were far too self-conscious to actually show up, let alone mention it openly. But it made perfect sense that James would do it without hesitation.
“I got tested as part of my physical for the swim team at the start of the year. But it’s been almost a year since the last time I… yeah,” Dustin sheepishly admitted.
That had been with Mikey, the swim team’s beautiful but airheaded equipment manager. It was the night of regionals the year prior. Fueled by little more than alcohol and overzealous horniness…
It lasted a solid 4 minutes in a cramped hotel closet, both of them inebriated and terrified of getting caught. Dustin didn’t even cum, and he’d spent the time since trying desperately to forget the ordeal had ever happened.
“First time in a while, huh? Then I’ll save wrecking you for next time; I’ll go easy,” he said, still grinning as he dug into the drawer and found the half-empty bottle of lube stashed beneath Dustin’s underwear.
As he climbed back onto the bed, Dustin felt his hands trembling; not out of fear, just realization. This was really, actually happening.
As James started pulling off his own clothes, Dustin’s eyes went wide enough to see new spectrums of light; he was all smooth skin and lean, toned muscle.
He slowly unbuckled his jeans, and shimmied out of them along with his boxers, and the sound Dustin made was perhaps the least dignified of his life…
James’s bulge was but a deception; just enough to make Dustin think, “oh he’s hung”, but not nearly enough to prepare him for the absolute monster that sprang free the moment the boxers were gone.
Dustin himself was no slouch; he’d spent lots of time stressing out over how to fit all of his assets into a speedo, but despite his short stature, James managed to completely outclass his size.
Suddenly the heat in his cheeks intensified; just the thought of trying to take all that was harrowing, but it also felt like a challenge. Like someone betting he couldn’t beat them in a diving competition.
He’d never backed down before, and he damn sure wasn’t about to start.
“You okay?” James asked, shaking Dustin out of his dumbstruck awe, “it’s not too much, is it? If it is, I can just blow you, or eat your…”
“No, no!” Dustin scrambled to cut him off before the mood was ruined, “it’s… fucking enormous, but not too much,”
“Okay, good,” James smiled, “now let’s get you out of those adorable pants so I can see all of you,”
Dustin nodded, and with a deep breath, slipped his pajamas down his legs; revealing to a hungry-eyed James that he didn’t wear underwear when he was home alone.
“Jesus fucking shit,” James’s voice was practically a growl as he gently turned Dustin on his stomach, “your ass is like, actually insane. I always knew it but seeing it uncovered is like… fuck,”
Dustin’s face was redder than a Sith lightsaber, but he couldn’t even form a reply; he just whined and buried his face in the sheets in a mixture of arousal and embarrassment as James started kneading his asscheeks like dough.
“I need to take my time with this,” James squirted a bit of lube into the palm of his hand, generously coating his index finger, “Just let me know if you need me to stop or slow down, okay?”
Dustin inhaled sharply at the sudden intrusion, fighting his instincts to clench tightly and reminding himself to relax. He breathed deeply as James continued to work him open; the burn slowly fading away into small jolts of pleasure as he added another finger, and then two, before finally three.
Dustin would’ve called it excessive; he wanted to make a sarcastic joke about James thinking he was big enough to require such vigorous prep… but that would’ve fallen flat.
James really was big enough for that.
“How you feeling baobei?” James whispered, caressing the curve of Dustin’s ass with his free hand, and planting kisses on the base of his spine.
“Good… so fucking good,” Dustin moaned, too far gone to even be self-conscious about how high pitched it was, “want more, please,”
“Yeah? You sure you’re ready for it?”
“YES!”
“Alright, alright,” James laughed at Dustin’s eagerness, causing Dustin to laugh too.
“Sorry, got a bit carried away,”
“Don’t apologize. You’re fucking cute,”
“Don’t call me cute when you’re about to stick your dick in me!” Dustin whined, hiding his face again. James slapped his ass and chuckled, lubing himself up with his other hand.
“Sorry, sorry. Won’t happen again… probably,” James lined his cock up with Dustin’s waiting entrance, closing his eyes for a moment like he was in prayer before preparing to press inside, “take a deep breath baby boy,”
Dustin did as he was told; sucking air into his lungs like a lifeline as James pushed in…
The stretch was obscene. The depth unimaginable. The sheer pleasure indescribable.