Caelyx #3
“Sorry, Cupcake,” I said. “I was just waiting for you to get done.”
He sighed, pressing a hand to his chest, probably to really drive home the idea that I’d nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.
“You weren’t listening to my phone call, were you?”
“No,” I lied. “I just walked up.”
I’d caught the tail end of it, and I thought I’d mostly gotten the gist. He’d sent something to his mom that she hadn’t gotten yet? I wasn’t sure why that would make him sound so agitated and harassed, but I didn’t think lingering on it would help anything.
“Alright, well… I’m done, so let’s go back,” he suggested.
“Or,” I said quickly, “We could just stand here for a minute.”
Behind the large barn, the soft rustling of the cornstalks in the breeze had actually started outweighing the distant music.
The quiet, along with the soft beams of moonlight, almost made it feel like we were the only ones out here.
And maybe that wasn’t what he wanted, but if I could convince him to stay with me here, in this little bubble, even if it was only for a few minutes, then it would make the entire night worth it.
“Stand here for a minute,” he repeated, with a bit of a sarcastic note to his voice. “Why would we do that?”
“You don’t think it’s nice?” I asked. “The quiet?”
“Is that what you go to a rave for?” He wondered jokingly. “The quiet?”
I couldn’t exactly argue or justify that one, so I just shrugged. Well, he wasn’t my prisoner, and I wasn’t going to beg him to stick around. Even if I kind of wanted to.
“We can go back,” I said, finally relenting.
He stared at me for a few moments, before letting out a deep breath.
Whirling back around on his heel to face out toward the cornfield, he leaned over onto the short wooden fence that separated the barn and the crops.
I walked up next to him, nudging in close so we were side-to-side.
The warmth of his body, and the way he didn’t scoot away from me, sent electric tingles coursing down my body.
“So how’d you feel about Saint Preston?” I wondered, and he chuckled softly.
“What’s not to like?” He asked. I had a lot of answers I could have given to that question, but I was acutely aware how stupid any of them would have sounded actually spoken out loud.
“Nothing, I guess. If you like a khakis and sweaters 4.0 GPA future corporate business leader type of guy who organizes pride rallies on the weekends and probably eats keto and does yoga or whatever. He’s great,” I finished flatly, and I felt Aspen’s body trembling against my side as he tried to hold in his laughter.
“I didn’t realize you were such a fan.”
“You’re not seriously thinking about hooking up with him, are you?”
I knew it wasn’t my place, and I knew Aspen probably wouldn’t like me nosing around in his business even more than usual, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
“Maybe,” he admitted. “I don’t know yet.”
“Don’t.” Again, I couldn’t stop the word from tumbling out of my mouth. This time, he flicked up an eyebrow in response, regarding me intently.
“Or what?” He questioned. I’d expected him to sound irritated with my presumptuousness, but he didn’t. If anything, it sounded like he was teasing me. Did he find my obvious jealousy about Preston funny?
I couldn’t think of an or what. All I knew was that I didn’t want him looking at anyone else, talking to anyone else, and especially not fucking anyone else. Even if I hadn’t exactly gotten around to convincing him to do that with me yet. And not from lack of trying on my part, might I add.
“Is it just because you haven’t done anything in awhile?” I wondered, and he tilted his head a little as he considered my question. If he was just horny, then… I could take care of that. No Preston required.
“You’ve seen my work schedule, Caelyx. And that’s with all my classes, and everything else. When would I have time for a hookup?”
He was attending BBU on a scholarship, so he couldn’t risk letting his grades slip. He found time to hang out with everyone and play games with Ren and Che as much as he could, but everyone knew studying and work came first for him.
“So what’s different about tonight, then?” I asked. He was still staring up at me, from his leaned over position onto the fence.
“Well, I don’t have anything to do tonight,” he started. “I don’t have work tomorrow. And I’m sure Ren is going to sleep over with Maddox, so it’ll just be me in the dorm. I might get lonely.”
The way he was talking, it was like he was trying to make me imagine him all horny and lonely in his room. I swallowed, my Adam’s apple bobbing in my dry throat, suddenly realizing my cock was hard.
“You don’t need him,” I said, and he snorted, eyeing me with amusement. His tongue flitted out to flick over his bottom lip, and I imagined sucking on it.
“When did I say I needed him? I don’t need anyone.”
Again, I wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
Part of me wanted him to need me, but at the same time that prickly black cat ultra-independent chip-on-my-shoulder emo boy thing he had going on was a big part of what I liked about him so much.
Maybe I didn’t want him to need me. Maybe I just wanted him to want me.
Not because he expected me to do anything for him or for my presence to actually benefit him in any way, but just because he wanted me around.
“Forget about him.” I kept my voice perfectly light and calm and steady, because I was good at that, but inside my blood was pumping and my chest was thrashing.
I could tell by the expression on Aspen’s face that he still wasn’t taking me seriously.
He was amused by my request, and maybe he was even considering what I was asking, but he didn’t actually expect me to do anything about it.
So when I reached over to slip my hand under his shirt, brushing over his warm skin, his eyes widened, before his brows drew together over them like he was analyzing me.
But he didn’t push me away or tell me to fuck off.
Letting my right hand glide around his waist, I slipped my left hand under his shirt too, shifting over a little so my chest was pressed into his smooth back. I could feel goosebumps forming everywhere my fingertips slid over, his stomach muscles quivering under my touch as he shivered.
When I let my hips bump into him, he pressed back into my stiff cock, letting me grind into his ass.
Fuck, I was way too turned on already. And glancing over his shoulder at the way his black-tipped fingers were gripped tight around the top rung of the faded wood fence wasn’t helping.
He was tense all over, frozen, like he was waiting to see how far I’d go. Anticipating it.
The sounds of the party felt like they were miles away now, barely even registering in my conscious brain as I stroked a finger over the button of his jeans.
His breaths were coming out ragged and harsh now, and when I leaned in close, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck, I felt him nod.
Just two slow, deliberate movements of his head, but it was more than enough for me.
I ripped the button open and yanked down his zipper, pushing my hand into his underwear. He let out this sexy, breathless gasp as my fingers moved over his swollen dick. The sound flew into my ears and zoomed straight to my cock. I groaned, rutting my hips into him over and over as I stroked him.
“Fuck,” I panted into his neck. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“C-Caelyx.” He rasped out my name, his hand flying up to grip my wrist. I froze, hoping I wasn’t blowing it or anything.
I’d been optimistic enough about this scenario that I’d done my research about trans guy anatomy, so I was pretty sure I was doing it right.
His cock might have been smaller than mine, but the same basic principles of friction and stimulation applied.
Holding me firmly, he pushed my hand down a little deeper, applying pressure to my fingers until they curled into him, just enough that I could feel where he was wet. When he pulled my hand back up, dragging that hot slickness back up with it, he moaned at the slippery glide of my fingers on him.
He kept a grip on my wrist, holding me in place while I worked him.
In no time at all, I felt his fingernails dig into my hand and he moaned, his back arching while his dick pulsed and jerked in my fingers.
His whole body tensed up like a bowstring as he panted out his pleasure, and then he went limp, slumping back against my chest as his orgasm tapered down.
I didn’t pull back, kissing and licking at his neck, the sexy little aftershock throbs of his body against my hand making my head spin and my cock leak in my boxers.
“Caelyx.” My name came out as a warning this time. He was probably trying to tell me that he was too sensitive to be touched right after coming, but the husky satisfaction in his voice only magnified my arousal.
“I know, Cupcake,” I assured him. “I’ll give you a minute. But you’re not done yet.”
He snorted, a tiny laugh huffing out of his mouth before he shook his head. “Believe me, I’m done.”
“I can’t risk it,” I said simply, careful not to move too much and overstimulate him, while still grinding into his firm ass. “I don’t want you taking him home tonight. I don’t want you even thinking about him tonight.”
“Jesus,” he said, voicing it like a complaint, but his hot little whimper betrayed his real feelings. “I won’t, okay? I didn’t know it meant that much to you.”
“It does,” I said, my voice low against his skin. I didn’t care anymore about scaring him off with my probably-obsessive interest. If assholes like Preston were going to stand there and give him obvious fuck me eyes, then I wasn’t holding back either. “I can’t help it.”
He didn’t ask for me to elaborate or expand on that thought, for which I was glad.
I shifted my lips up to his jaw, and it didn’t take much longer of me rubbing up against him and kissing him there and under his ear, until he was squirming in my grasp, writhing and grinding his still-stiff dick against my hand.
I started stroking him again, and for the first time since I’d known him, I felt I could read Aspen Davis like a book.
Teasing him for awhile with my touch, I instantly gave in when he let out a soft whine and then growled out a command for me to hurry the fuck up.
The bossy, dominant tone in his voice was so fucking hot.
I imagined him pushing me down so I was kneeling between his legs, and then holding my skull in place so he could fuck my mouth and ride my tongue.
I drowned in his stuttered moans and needy gasps until my balls were aching and I was ready to blow. With my free hand, I reached down and unzipped myself, while he was rolling his hips desperately into my fingers. I made a tight fist around my throbbing shaft, stroking myself hard.
“Be sweet for me, Cupcake,” I pleaded, my breath coming out hot and fast against his neck. “I want to come together.” I knew he had to be close, and I was so fucking close I could have cried. I was desperate for relief, my hips twitching with the urgent need for more friction on my cock.
He let out a muffled groan, arching again, and I felt all his muscles tense up, just like before.
A moan crawled up from my chest and I sank my teeth into his shoulder to try and stifle it as my balls drew up tight.
I came in hot pulses, each thick spurt shooting out to land in the dirt next to his feet.
When it was over, he went limp, mostly held up by my arm around his waist. I struggled to drag air back into my lungs, and to calm down my jackhammering heart. Gently dragging his zipper back up and fastening the button back on his pants, I shifted to tuck my dick away too.
My interest in the party had evaporated to nonexistent, and all I wanted was to collapse into bed and let the post-orgasm bliss put me to sleep. But no such luck.
Aspen finally turned to face me, but before I could try to analyze the expression on his face, I noticed blood on his plush lower lip.
“Did you bite yourself, Cupcake?” I asked, and he frowned, rubbing a thumb over it, staring down at the red smear as he pulled back.
“I guess so,” he said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it and make it better,” I joked, leaning in with a comically exaggerated pouting expression. He turned at the last second, dodging it.
“Don’t kiss me,” he requested softly, and my stomach tumbled with nerves.
“Are you mad at me or something?” I asked, and he quickly shook his head.
“No,” he clarified instantly. “No, it’s not about you. I just… Don’t do that.”
“Oh,” I realized, relieved that he wasn’t pissed off at me, but still somewhat disappointed. He had a great mouth, and I loved making out. But even I knew to quit while I was ahead. For now, at least.
“So you’re not mad at me,” I reiterated, and the corner of that pretty mouth perked up as he tried to act like he didn’t find it cute that I’d asked again.
“I’m not,” he promised. “You, um…” He paused, looking vaguely embarrassed as his gaze drifted off into the cornfield to avoid my eye contact. “It was good.”
“Yeah?” I asked, my tone so obviously eager and delighted that he snorted, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah. Don’t be weird about it.”
“Totally,” I agreed. “Zero weirdness. I’ve never been weird about anything in my life.”
He flicked up an eyebrow at me, still grinning, as he lightly shoved me in the shoulder to move me out of his way.
I followed him back into all the chaos and colors, and we spent the rest of the party talking amongst ourselves and our friends.
There was no awkward tension between us, just that same relaxed and natural chemistry I’d been feeling all night.
On top of that, no one seemed to notice anything had happened, which I was glad for.
Aspen was being really chill about everything, but I also didn’t think he’d want everyone knowing I’d jerked him off behind some weird barn that in retrospect kind of looked like it could be from a horror movie.
Good thing that cornfield demon wasn’t real.
And the next time Preston came prancing up to us, I didn’t feel quite so jealous or threatened. Again, I wasn’t delusional enough to think that Aspen was my boyfriend or anything now.
But I knew I was closer than I’d ever been.