Chapter 11 Nathan #3
“I don’t mean that, I just want more space, with you. I wanna get naked with you.”
“It’s not warm enough to do that.”
I ignore him, opening the door once my pants are all the way back up.
There’s a breeze coming off the river, but it’s not freezing.
I pull him over to a tree by the coat, kissing him, feeling drunk on him.
My pants are still open. He pulls them down, tugging them over my ass and then down past my knees. My cock springs to attention.
Evan drops to his knees, looking up at me before taking the head of my cock into his mouth.
“Fuck!” I throw my head back and grip the back of his.
He doesn’t stop until I’m buried in his throat.
“Oh fuck, Evan, how are you so good at….” he swallows around me and I almost lose it. “Stop!”
He pulls off and looks up at me, rubbing my hip. “What’s wrong?”
“Come back.”
When he stands up, I grab him and kiss him, his lips swollen and hot.
I’m frantic as I reach for his fly, unzipping his work pants, tugging the stiff fabric until it’s under his ass.
I grip his bare cheeks, wanting every part of him.
Exploring parts of Evan’s body I’d always wanted to touch, but never been allowed to have before.
His spit on my cock transfers onto his as we grind. Evan groaning into my mouth. I slide my hand up his shirt and stroke his stomach, his back and pecs and collarbones. Ghosting over his nipples, feeling them pebble harder under my touch.
He groans against my neck, brushing his lips over the clammy skin, licking behind my ear.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Tell me what you want, Nate.”
“You.” I slide my hand up the back of his shirt until I’m gripping between his shoulder-blades, feeling the muscles under his skin flex with his movements. “I want all of you.”
He spins us until his back is pinned against the tree. I keep kissing him, the sound of rustling in his pocket. When he pulls away, he’s holding a condom.
My heart races. He wants to fuck me. Am I ready for that? Right now, I’d let Evan do whatever he wants to me.
“Put it on.”
On me, right.
I take it, my hands trembling. He takes it back.
“I’ll do it.”
“Are you sure?”
Him tearing into the condom wrapper is answer enough. I shiver when he slides the latex over the head of my cock, rolling it down slowly until he reaches the base.
He grips the back of my neck and makes me look at him.
“Good?”
I nod. I don’t think I can talk right now.
He reaches back into his pocket and pulls out a sachet, tearing into it with his teeth. He takes my hand and squeezes lube out into it.
“Get me ready, then fuck me.”
Holy fuck, Evan wants me to fuck him.
I nod dumbly as he turns to face the tree.
The pale skin beyond the tan lines glowing under the lights in the jetty.
I grip one cheek with my clean hand and he groans.
Before I can even think about it, I’m on my knees, kissing the smooth skin covering his ass, lapping up the sound of his sighs.
I brush my lips across his skin, moving slowly to his crack.
Feathering kisses to that spot at the base of his spine where two thumb-shaped dents sit.
I’m going to put my thumbs in those dents.
I’m going to make Evan feel good if it’s the last thing I do.
I separate his cheeks and he opens his legs wider to let me in. He’s trusting me. And that trust, it feels better than any fuck ever could.
I lick a stripe up his crack and he shivers under my touch.
“Fuck, Nate.”
That video I watched, how much it turned me on, surfaces in my mind and I let go.
Plunging my tongue between his cheeks, searching until I find his warm, tight hole.
I prod and am let in an inch. Evan makes a noise, something between a grunt and a moan.
My cock aches at the knowledge I’m making him feel this good.
His breaths become pants when I start to fuck him with my tongue. The sensation of his hole tightening around me makes my cock stand to attention, impatiently waiting its turn. I tell it to hold on, because, I could do this for hours if Evan would let me. But we are technically in public here.
I force myself to stop and replace my tongue with my fingers. Evan’s knees are bent, his legs open. He starts to push back on my fingers, opening up for me.
“Now,” he growls.
I stand up and press a kiss to the back of his neck.
His shirt’s soaked through with sweat. I push it up so I can get better access to him, sliding my own polo up and pressing my bare chest against his back.
The contact of skin on skin is electric.
I slide my hand down the front of his body and use the lube to stroke his cock.
He’s rock hard, pre-cum beading on the tip.
“Fuck, Nate, do it now.”
I line the head of my cock up, sliding it between his cheeks, feeling his hole right there, tight and hot and waiting for me. My head pushes in and Evan’s body tightens around me.
“Oh, fuck.” My head falls on his shoulder.
“That’s it, Nate.”
He reaches around and guides me by the hip, pulling me deeper until I bottom out.
We both gasp and stop moving.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
I gives his cock another stroke and moans, letting his head drop back onto my shoulder. Giving me access to his neck. I take advantage, kissing and licking the smooth, tan skin on display.
I pull out a little before slowly thrusting back in. Evan’s moans tell me I’m doing something right.
His head drops forward, his forehead resting on the tree.
I move slow at first. Evan starts pushing back in time with my thrusts until we find a rhythm and speed up. I try not to get too much in my head. Think about the fact I’m fucking Evan. My Evan.
Our moans and grunts are in-sync with our thrusts. I could stay in this moment forever. Evan’s half naked body glowing under the jetty lights, shivering under my touch, pleasure rippling through it because I’m inside him.
He grips his cock and pushes back faster, harder, our skin slapping in the silence. “Now, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I keep up with his thrusts, gripping his hips tight as the tingle and heat build in the pit of my stomach.
His muscles tighten around me, impossibly, contracting, pulsing as a deep, throaty moan rips through him.
The sensation of his body clamping around me and the knowledge I made him come sends me over the edge.
I say his name over and over as I spill into the condom, his body growing limp in my hands.
I need a few seconds to recover. My cock pulsing inside him. He shudders and pulls away and I grip the base of the condom to make sure I don’t lose it as I pull out.
Evan pulls his pants up, his shirt falling down in the process.
When he turns, his face is red, sweat beading on his forehead and top lip. I can see him trying to escape, now that the moment’s over, but I won’t let him. I pull him in by the neck and kiss him.
“That was amazing.” I say.
He smiles but he won’t look at me.
I give him a lazy smile and flinch when he snaps the condom off my twitching cock before tucking my dick back in my pants for me.
“Thank you.”
He laughs, shaking his head, tying a knot in the condom before tossing it into the trees.
“You shouldn’t do that.”
“Do you have a trash can on you?”
I shake my head. I can feel him watching me. Feel the curiosity and confusion coming from him.
“We should go, before someone comes out here an catches us.”
“I thought it was safe here?”
“It is, but you were so loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if people in Brooklyn heard.”
“I was loud?”
“Fuck you.” He laughs.
I didn’t think it was possible to be us in this situation. I just fucked my best friend, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. He’s still him and I’m still me. We’re still us.
When he gets back in the car, Evan rests his head against the headrest. I put a playlist on my phone.
He registers what’s playing—Demolition Lovers by My Chemical Romance.
“Not this emo shit.” He laughs, shaking his head.
“Do you wanna choose?”
I toss my phone into his lap, but he just leaves it there, letting the song play.