17. “I’m someone who loves romance. I always have loved it. Most people who grew up as nerds, as I was, surprisingly, have loved romance.” — Mindy Kaling
Chapter 17
“I’m someone who loves romance. I always have loved it. Most people who grew up as nerds, as I was, surprisingly, have loved romance.” — Mindy Kaling
Dylan
T he sunlight streamed through the open curtain of my bedroom window, the harsh rays oppressive against my eyelids. I could have sworn that I had closed those curtains the night before. It had taken me a while to fall asleep, my mind running riot with images of Austin and Kevin fucking on every available surface in Kyle’s godforsaken house as the Head Horse-Douche of the AB-pocalypse grinned smugly. Okay, maybe he wouldn’t have watched his brother getting fucked, but I’d painted a fairly vivid torturous visual for myself that I was sticking with.
I sighed deeply and tried to pull the covers over my head, hoping against hope that I’d be able to fall back to sleep and get in a well-earned nap after that exhausting nighttime slumber. The sheets felt heavy and immobile to my efforts.
“Uh, uh, sleepyhead.”
“What the fuck!” My eyes bolted open While my hands did what could only be described as a gay half-karate half-macarena at the sudden voice to my right. I turned my head to see a smiling Austin winking at me, his hands having plucked my wrists out of midair and securing them against his chest.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you babe.” Austin chewed on his bottom lip. My cock, not having heard the memo of his night on the town with the slutty twins, slowly started to perk up at all the hotness he exuded on a regular basis.
“You didn’t,” I mumbled gruffly, pulling my hands sharply from his. I noticed the small frown forming between his eyes at my reaction before he took in a deep breath.
“You’re still mad at me,” he sighed.
“Whatever gave you that idea?” My voice was laced with sarcasm as I threw my legs over the bed and ambled towards the bathroom.
“Babe…”
I threw my hand in the air over my shoulder. “I need to shower and get ready.” I closed the door sharply behind me and turned the jets onto their most scalding setting. I stripped off my nightwear and stepped gingerly into the streaming water. I had never been a fan of a cool shower, instead preferring the pinking of my skin as it warmed under the deep heat of the water. I could almost believe that there was some something therapeutic or cathartic about the water as it cascaded over my skin, clearing away transgressions and upset, leaving behind only a cool calmness in its wake.
Knowing I couldn’t stay there forever, I toweled off and made my way dreamily towards the smell of strong coffee and something else sweet and warm that permeated the air. I collapsed in a happy heap at the table as Austin worked around me, sliding a steaming mug of coffee the color of tar in front of me along with a round plate that held a cinnamon bun that speared to have been soaked in melted frosting.
“I’ll drink your coffee and eat your baked goods, but this does not mean you’re off the hook.” I peered at him over the rim of the cup as I brought it to my lips and sipped down the bitter nectar.
Holding his hands up in front of him he shook his head. “And I wouldn’t dream of suggesting that.” He took the seat next to me and pulled a piece of bread from the cinnamon roll, slipping it into his mouth.
I growled and pulled the plate towards me possessively.
“I just thought you might like to eat something a little sweeter this morning.”
I reached across the table and snagged a copy of the New Yorker wedged between two porcelain rhino butts that I’d found at a flea market one weekend in Connecticut that I just had to have. I barely got the first page open when Austin’s hand settled between the pages.
“Dylan,” he sighed.
“What?” I shrugged, pulling the magazine from him and resting back against my seat.
“We have to talk about this,” I looked up to see him pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t like it when we fight.”
I closed the magazine and placed it on my lap. “And yet you keep doing things that end with us in a fight.”
I stood abruptly from my chair, the legs scraping across the tiled floor making a sharp sound that hurt my ears. I walked into the living room and took a spot at the end of the couch, opening the magazine once more and resting it over the arm of the sofa. I felt the other end of the sofa dip as he took a seat.
“Listen I’m sorry, okay?”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I made a clucking sound with the inside of my cheek. “You did nothing wrong. You just went out with your friend and his brother. Nothing wrong with that.”
“I should have told you that I was going out with the guys, and I should have called you to tell you I got the part.” I felt his feet slide under my leg as he stretched out.
“We’re both grown ass men.” I flipped the page. “We can both do what we want.”
“Dylan, you know that’s not the case.” He wriggled his toes under me. “You are the most important thing in the world to me, and I hate that I upset you in any way.”
I felt my resolve weakening. I heard the reasons in my heart, of why I should stay mad at him, getting dimmer and dimmer in my mind. Was I still pissed? Yes, I would have completely preferred that he finished his audition and immediately told me about it first. Then again, I found myself thinking that that sounded like own ego talking. He’d told his best friend, who in turn had wanted to do something nice for him, like taking him on a night out to celebrate. Shouldn’t I be happy for him? But then there was him.
“I just hate that he was there, and he knew about your news before I did.” The magazine slipped from between my fingers to the carpet on the floor. “I know I am being stupid and overreacting, but I really hate thinking of you two together in the same city, never mind the same party.”
“Baby, listen, I can’t stop Kyle from spending time with his brother, and I don’t want to stop spending time with Kyle. He is one of my closest friends, and I really value our friendship.”
“I know that, but…”
“Let me finish.” He reached forward and pulled me into his lap until I was straddling his waist. His back was pressed against the arm of the sofa. “But if our friendship and proximity to his brother is going to make you upset, then I can stop spending time with Kyle.”
I searched for deceit or callousness in his eyes but found only honesty and love. I dipped down to catch his lips with my own, sipping gently from his lips. My fingers caressed the side of his face lightly as I heard his breath catch in his throat.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am.” His stare never wavered as I took in the man I loved. He would give up everything for me. I’d known this back in high school, when he’d willingly thrown his popularity and social status to the wolves, just for a chance to love me. I’d seen how he tried so hard after the last time with Kevin, to show me that I was the only man on his mind. I experienced his love on a day-to-day basis.
“I would never ask you, or let you stop being friends with Kyle.” I smiled against his mouth. “No matter how vapid, self-obsessed and an absolute jerk he is. I know he is important to you, and in a very horrible way, that makes him important to me too.”
“I can’t wait to tell Kyle…”
I bit savagely at his bottom lip. “Try it, fucker, and I’ll tear your balls clean off your body.”
Austin laughed and pulled me down until we were pressed flush together, his hot breath fanning across my face, the faint smell of the coffee and pastries lingering behind. “I love you, you know.”
“Yeah I guess I know that.” I winked playfully.
“You guess?” His mouth opened wide in fake shock. “Well, I guess I have some making up to do, don’t I.” He smiled, slipping a hand between us and groping my cock which responded to him as it always did, by immediately plumping up. Sometimes I wished I could play it a little cooler around Austin, but for as long as I could remember, something in my body called for him. Whenever he was close my heart beat that much faster, my breathing became a little more labored. The manly scent of him drove me wild, stimulating the olfactory senses, invoking a show reel in my mind of all the ways he had fucked me hard.
Like clockwork I felt my palms begin to get sweaty as they rested against the wide muscles of his chest. The beating of my heart became so intense that I feared it might rip free from the confines of my ribcage. My breathing became harsher as I struggled to keep myself under control. My balls began to ache with need as I leaked into my shorts.
Our lips danced together, finding harmony in the softness of their touch. My heart began to thaw, and I leaned into the kiss, allowing myself to be vulnerable again. I had missed Austin’s touch, the way he could make me feel safe and loved.
With each caress and gentle stroke, Austin sought to erase the pain of the past and replace it with love and tenderness. His hands traced the curves of my face, memorizing every feature as if seeing him anew.
“I want to make love to you, Dylan,” Austin whispered, his voice a blend of desire and adoration. “Not just out of lust, but to just be with you, to be the us we were back in your old room and to show you how deeply I care.”
I looked into Austin’s eyes, seeing the love and devotion reflected back at him. I nodded, my heart opening up to the possibility of healing and rediscovering the passion we shared.
“Well, I mean I was very upset, so far be it from me to stop anything you want to do to get back in my good graces.” I was trying for playful, but my breathless voice gave my eagerness away. I barely had time to think before he somehow got up from underneath me and flipped me over until I was lying flat on my back on the couch.
“You’re like a ninja,” I gasped.
“As I said, I have some making up to do and I think I know how I want to start doing that.” He reached down and lifted my hips, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my trousers. I felt the sincerity in Austin’s touch, and a flicker of hope ignited within me. Even if it had only been a few days I’d missed our intimacy, the way we connected on a deeper level, and I realized that I, too, yearned for that closeness again.
He slid the trousers and underwear down my thighs slowly as if unwrapping me like a treasured gift. Pulling them all the way off and discarding them behind him, he lifted one of my feet and rested it on his shoulder. He turned his head and pressed kisses against the side of my foot, travelling down the planes of my skin across my ankles and to the soft skin of my calf. Open mouthed, he pressed his lips against the side of my knee before running his tongue down my thigh, sending shivers through my body.
“Austin please,” I whined, my breathing picking up, coming in shallow and low.
“I’ve got you, Dylan,” he breathed in the crevice between my thigh and my groin. He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent, humming happily as if smelling home. With my leg still hooked over his shoulder, he lifted me up until my body was resting on my back and shoulders. Scooting down the sofa, he lifted my hips until I was spread open before him. I was open and exposed, and I lived for every second of it.
“So pretty,” he murmured before licking a long strip up the crevice of my ass. The tip of his tongue swirled around the rim of my hole as the muscle of my cheeks contracted voluntarily. “Let me in, baby,” he whispered, his hands around my hips, holding me up, his thumbs kneading into the meat of my butt. He leaned forward, his tongue extending like a determined explorer, aimed at reaching what seemed to him like a delicious treat.
“Come on, Austin! You can do it!” I groaned, my hand reaching down to pull his tongue deeper into me.
Focusing all his attention on the task at hand, Austin began pushing his tongue more forcefully. Somehow my hole seemed to be surprisingly soft and pliant, yielding to his persistence as his tongue made slow but steady progress. I gasped as his tongue penetrated me, the fullness of his tongue in my hole stealing my breath away.
“I need you, Austin.” I clawed at his back. “I need your cock in me now.”
His head popped up between my legs, his smile pure cruelty on his angelic face. “I’m not even close to done with you yet.”
He let my legs drop on either side of him as he leaned forwards and captured my mouth in a searing kiss. A musky dark flavor on his tongue filled my mouth and coated my tastebuds. Involuntarily, my butt cheeks clenched together as a mixture of arousal and self-awareness coursed through me. Thank goodness I’d taken a shower before I came out for breakfast.
“I need you in our bed,” he mumbled against my lips before picking me up as if I weighed nothing, and threw me over his shoulder.
“Austin I can walk,” I yelled, bouncing against his shoulder.
“But then I couldn’t do this,” he laughed, swatting my butt.
Barging back into our bedroom, he threw me on my back onto the bed below. He stood at the end of the bed in an almost Superman-like pose, surveying the sight before him like he was looking at an all-you-can-eat buffet. His long, thick, hard cock bobbed obscenely in front of him, a single strand of precum falling from the tip and pooling on the floor below. My mouth filling with saliva.
“Now where to start,” he mused.
I scurried quickly to the end of the bed, throwing my legs off the side and pulling him between my open legs. “You’ve had your fun, now I get to have mine.”
Not allowing him a moment to think I pulled him closer towards me and swallowed his dick into my throat. His hands came up to cradle my face, his fingers slipping into my hair. I moaned as a shot of precum burst into my mouth. The deep sweetness was like an elixir that only I got to have. I sucked hard on his prick, my lips wrapped tightly around him as I shuttled him back and forth into my throat.
“Fuck baby if you keep that up, I’m not gonna last,” he groaned, forcing himself deep into my mouth.
I just wanted him on me in any way I could, but preferably I wanted to feel his hard cock slide into my hole. I squeezed my cheeks together again in anticipation. My hole clenched around nothing, waiting to be filled.
“Fuck, I love how you taste,” I whined as his cock slipped from my mouth. “Please, just a little longer.” I begged. He nodded, lifting his dick and feeding it to me.
I continued to make love to his dick until I felt him begin to tap gently on my shoulder. Getting my last few licks in, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. The heavy meat pushed down against the flesh of my tongue like a solid weight.
He walked towards the bed, pushing me back down. I scurried upwards until my head rested on my pillow. He crowded me, caging me in between his arms as he rested them on either side of my head. “You drive me fucking crazy, Dylan.”
“You too,” I panted deeply.
“I want inside you.” He bit his bottom lip, sliding his hand underneath me, his fingertip grazing my hole before pushing in just a little.
“Fuck yes, please. Right now. Please,” I begged.
“Easy, I got you.” He dipped his head down and took my mouth in a savage ownership. “Get on your hands and knees for me love.”
Quickly obeying his command, I looked over my shoulder to see him reach into the bedside table and pull out the small bottle of lube. We had switched to the silicone anal glide as he could fuck my hole for a long time without needing to reapply. Water-based was all well and good for the environment, but I wanted that dick for as long as he could give it to me. Pouring a small amount into his hand, he coated the length of his shaft and pressed the remaining drips between my ass cheeks and over my hole.
“Fuck Austin. I need it.” I pushed back against his fingers, hoping that I could maybe get one of them to spear me. I whined in frustration as he pulled his hand away and resumed stroking the length of his cock.
He chuckled to himself, likely at the wanton cock hungry whore I was portraying at that moment. I really didn’t care. I was desperate for his cock, and he deserved to know. How else was I going to get across how much I needed it in me?
I shuddered as the blunt head of his dick pressed against my hole. He pushed gently against me, the head sliding past the first ring of muscle. I growled impatiently and decided to take matters into my own hands. Pushing back sharply I impaled myself completely onto him.
“Fuck Dylan, fuck!” he shouted, gripping my hips. “I was going to take this nice and slow, but I can’t help myself. Hold onto something because I’m gonna fucking break you.”
“Fuck yes.” I breathed. A lascivious smile stretched across my face. He knew that we have a connection unmatched by anyone else, he knew that we were best friends and knew each other inside out. This was exactly what we needed. Hot, dirty and quick sex that showed him that no one else on this planet could fuck him the way I could fuck him.
His hips rocketed forward, his pelvis slamming into my ass, shoving me forward up the bed. “Oh my god,” I yelled, gripping the top of the headboard hard. He had warned me. Austin set a punishing pace, his cock spearing me over and over. He pounded into me, wracking sobs from deep within me, his thick prick grazing over my prostate with each pass.
His warm hand gripped the flesh of my globes, squeezing and twisting the meat, pulling my cheeks further apart. I tried miserably to clench my hole around him to make myself tighter for him, but to no avail. Tight was not what he wanted right now. He wanted me sloppy and dripping with him. I fucking loved when he got like this, like my body was a tall glass of water in a searing hot desert.
He slapped one cheek, making me yelp out in pain. “Fucking do it,” my voice keened with despair. I needed him deeper, and I wanted him to fill me, to destroy me and put me back together.
“You are so fucking beautiful Dylan, all spread out for me. Your body is mine.”
“Fuck yeah, all yours.” I nodded into the mattress.
“Dylan, you’re gonna make me cum.” His thrusts became jittery.
“Do it. Cum in me!” I begged him. It was all I could think about, and all I wanted in the world in that moment.
He pounded once, twice and three times more before with one final almighty slam, he roared through his release. I felt the warmth surge within me as his body stuttered into me. “Fuck, I feel like I’m cumming forever,” he gasped, leaning over me. Eventually his thrusts became shallower and more careful as he pulled his cock from me.
“Look at you.” His voice was filled with wonder. “Your body isn’t letting me go. I’m not even leaking out of you yet.”
I reached down between my legs and gripped my cock in my fist. I shuttled my hand up and forth, my breath hot against my face as I panted harshly into the mattress. I shouted in surprise as I felt him spear his tongue into my wrecked hole. His mouth closed over me and sucked ever so gently. I was done for. My balls drew up tight and I shot hot and heavy on the bed beneath me. His arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me up, and his tongue performed miracles on my asshole. Eventually the prodding turned to licking and he withdrew from his onslaught.
“I think you murdered me,” I sighed dreamily.
“I think you murdered me right back.” His voice was filled with happiness as he fell down next to me.
“Eurgh, I have to work later.”
He pulled the sheets up over us and stroked my hair. “Work can wait till later. Right now I want to hold you and fall asleep with you.”
He fiddled with the alarm clock on the bedside table before pulling me back against his chest.
“I love you, Dylan,” he whispered against the nape of my neck.
I smiled, my heart once again whole. He didn’t need me to say it back. He knew from the way I pulled him more tightly around me that he was all I cared about in this world. I fell quickly into a dreamless sleep.