Chapter 35 #2
With a shaky smile, he helps me unzip my pants as well. After a few tugs and some shifting on the bed, I kneel above him in nothing but bare skin. We’re both hard, our lengths rubbing together when I kiss him again, letting myself feel the moment rather than overthink it.
He reaches down to stroke our shafts, that metal bar beneath his cockhead rubbing against my slit in a way he knows I can’t resist. It doesn’t take long before we’re covered in precum and panting in each other’s mouths.
“Fuck,” I groan, breaking away to bury my face in his shoulder. “I didn’t bring any lube.”
Dev laughs before pointing to his backpack on the floor. “Front pocket. Condoms, too.”
“You dirty fucker. Did you plan this?”
“No, but I hoped.”
Grabbing the pack, I unzip it to pull out our supplies. “Yeah? Hoped I’d be down to fill your hole again?”
“Fuck, I wish you could,” he rasps, continuing to work our cocks while I uncap the bottle and drizzle us with lube. “I want your cum in me, baby.”
That term of endearment has me pausing with a condom in hand. My already galloping heart gets a little faster. “Like… can we?”
Devon tilts his head as his movements slow to a stop. “I mean…” he swallows hard. “I haven’t been with anyone in over six months.”
“Been a little more recent for me, but I get tested regularly.”
His palm glides smoothly over our slick lengths, stomach clenching. “They tested me when I got arrested. I’m good.”
Oh, Dios mio.
I toss the condom over my shoulder as another pulse of precum drips out of my dick and onto his abs. “I’m good, too. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill you with so much cum. You’ll be the pregnant one next.”
“Shh,” he laughs, dragging me down for a filthy kiss. “We have to be quiet, remember?”
Goddamn, but I don’t wanna be. I wanna pound into his ass and make him shout my name, but I know we can’t. So I force myself to slow down. Take a breath. Kiss him a little longer until I’m in control enough to lean back and lift his legs.
It’s not until I’m squeezing a healthy amount of lube onto his taint that he speaks again. “Do you, uh, want me to turn around?”
When I glance up, I’m struck by how… delicious he looks. Knees to his chest, hard cock leaking, and cheeks flushed. His ass and balls bared for me. Like, holy fuck, I almost come just from the sight of him.
“No way,” I say, slicking up my hand before bringing it to my dick. “You look so pretty like this, pastelito. I want to watch your face when I come inside you.”
Dev flushes deeper, and I notch myself at his hole, slowly pushing forward. You’d think the lack of prep would hurt, but Dev only moans like the pain gets him off. Maybe it does—maybe my little cupcake is a bit of a pain slut.
But still, I think as I lie over him and kiss his lips. I’ve got to figure out how to help him loosen up without fingers. A plug, or a toy, or something. Bet he’d fucking like that.
“Goddamn,” I murmur when his body finally lets me in. “Fuck, you feel like velvet.”
“Do it slow,” he whispers in my ear.
I straighten up and cup the backs of his knees to watch myself slide lazily in and out, over and over. “Like this?”
Devon nods, whimpering quietly. The piercing between his eyebrows winks in the light when a look of pleasure twists his features. “Mm… Fuck, yeah. Just like that.”
For the next few moments, I fuck into him softly, my gaze bouncing between his face and where we’re joined together. I want to see it all, every micro-expression, every drop of precum. It isn’t until he bites his lip to suppress a groan that I lean down to take his mouth again, unable to resist.
He wraps his legs around my waist tightly, tongue playing with mine as I continue my slow thrusts. It’s… different than how I’ve ever fucked anyone before. Even Arya. Not rough like my usual way, with the only end goal to come as hard and as fast as possible.
This is steady and sweet, intimate in a way that makes my chest swell with an emotion I can’t name.
Rather than racing to the finish line, I find that I actually want to draw this moment out.
I want Dev to feel the way I do, for as long as possible.
Just lie here and make out with my cock inside him, hell, maybe even sleep this way.
Or… have it the other way around, with Devon’s cock inside me. Holy shit.
All of this is new and slightly terrifying. I don’t know how to process it.
So instead, I reach down between us to wrap my fist around his cock. “Come for me, baby,” I murmur, stroking him softly. “Let me feel it.”
Devon moans, a light, breathy sound that settles deep inside my bones. He starts to roll his hips, meeting my strokes as he fucks himself on my dick until I feel his muscles tense.
“Fuck, Christian, I’m…” He chokes himself off, burying his face in my neck when warmth floods my palm. “Oh, god.”
“That’s it. Let go. Give it all to me, Dev.”
Hot cum spills between us, coating our abs in sticky release. The noise he makes, combined with his ass spasming around my cock, sends me over the edge myself. I have to bite my tongue to keep from crying out when I unload inside him, filling him up just like I promised.
Riding out our mutual orgasms, I ease Dev through the aftershocks, feeling his hole flutter as we kiss each other back down to Earth.
It feels surreal. If anyone had told me a year ago that I’d end up balls deep inside Devon’s ass while whispering sweet nothings in his ear, I would have called them insane.
Then again, I wouldn’t have believed that Logan was alive, either, or that he ended up cooler than me.
Life’s a fucking mystery sometimes.
“That was…” Dev laughs shakily, the softness in his eyes steeling slightly. His mask slips back into place as he pushes me away. “You’re a good fuck, hot shot.”
His words from weeks ago, when I’d first sucked his dick, run through my head.
“I’ve actually been with more women than men.”
He’d said it was… difficult to be vulnerable with guys. I don’t know what that’s about, but I don’t like it one bit.
“See, we aren’t doing that.” Taking his cheeks in my palms, I force him to look at me as I kiss both his eyelids. Then his nose. Feels kind of sappy, at least, until he starts squirming, which gets my cock rallying for round two. “That was more than a fuck, and you know it, asshole.”
He goes still beneath me, breath catching in his throat. “Was it?”
Holding his gaze, I grab his hand and thread our fingers together. “Was to me.”
A subtle emotion shifts in his expression, like a crack slowly appearing in his armor. “That’s dangerous territory,” he says quietly. “Feelings and all that. What happened to just friends?”
“Who says you can’t make love platonically?” I try to joke, but the ‘L’ word has it falling flat.
A panic starts to rise in my throat, and from the way Devon’s face goes pale, I think he feels it too. We both stare at each other in horror, and for a moment, I think he’s going to shove me off of him.
But…
Instead, he just turns his head to kiss my knuckles softly, shocking the fuck out of me. “Okay. Maybe it was more than just a fuck.”
I force a laugh through the sigh of relief pushing out of my lungs. “Damn straight. We probably should have put down a towel, though.”
Bending his legs back, I keep my gaze on my cock sliding out so I don’t have to look him in the eye. The moment I slip free, cum starts to leak from his hole, and any fear left inside of me instantly vanishes at the sight.
I groan, using the tip of my still-hard length to fuck my release back inside of him.
“Fuck,” he hisses, dropping his head onto the pillow. “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna need to come again.”
“Think you can?” I grin and grab onto his waist, preparing to fuck him for the second time tonight—
When the bedroom door swings open.
“Seriously?”
Salem’s shout has us both freezing, and we turn simultaneously to see her standing in the doorway with her arms spread wide.
“You can’t even hold off for one weekend?” she snarls, marching in to grab her bag off the floor.
Devon snorts, his hole flexing around me. “Might want to change the sheets before you come to bed. Christian got cum on them.”
“So did you, motherfucker.”
She just huffs on her way out. “I’ll sleep in the living room with Tay and Huck. I swear to god, you two.”
Before she closes the door, she raises her phone to snap a picture of us and cackles when I try to go after her. But Devon doesn’t let me go far. He wraps his legs around me again, trapping me in place with a playful look on his face I’ve never seen before.
“Thought you were gonna make me come again?” he teases.
“Is that a challenge?”
A crooked smile and a kiss is the only reply I get.
My heart flops around in my chest, clogging my throat when I stare down at his clear eyes and mussed hair. Small red bites cover his collarbone from my teeth. Fuck, he’s beautiful.
That thought slams into me at full force, emptying my lungs with it.
This man caused so much damage last year, hurt everyone in this friend group numerous times, and yet he’s fucking breathtaking right now. What the hell is happening?
We start again, this time almost sweeter than the last, and as I make love to Devon for the second time tonight, I realize how much fucking trouble I’m in.
This is more than just friends. So much more than platonic feelings and two dudes getting each other off. It goes deeper than anything I’ve ever felt before.
I may have spent my entire life chasing danger, but nothing has ever scared me quite like this.