Chapter 19 #2
Immediately, I stop talking. He more than has my complete attention.
Instead, I grab Will’s shirt and pull him close.
It’s hard to say whose mouth meets whose first, both hungry for each other.
We’re kissing and kissing with growing ferocity against the front door.
Will grabs my shirt. I groan deep in my throat.
Then, our hands are all over each other, and I’m rewarded with the sensation of Will’s firm muscles under his clothes.
The kiss is way, way better than my daydreams, and it takes me right back to that incredible morning at the hotel of waking up entangled in bed with him.
And how happy he looked to wake up like that, burned into my memory for approximately forever.
Our mouths are fire. Will tastes delicious, like summer personified, sweet and spicy at the same time.
We are all eager hands and urgent exploration, a hunger finally out in the open.
My fingers fumble with his shirt buttons.
I’m too turned on to focus properly. Will seems to be having the same problem.
Till he stops abruptly. And so, I stop too, searching his eyes in the midst of this growing debauchery in this very respectable entry.
I’m breathing hard, and so is he. Will’s rib cage rises and falls as he gasps.
I’ve half unbuttoned his shirt, enough progress to see his chest, which is way better under my hands than in my imagination.
He’s already looking deliciously undone, and I only want to undo him further and more vigorously.
“Will? Are you alright? Is this okay? I don’t want to take this any further if you don’t—” The words fall out of my mouth in a rush.
“It’s more than alright,” Will assures me, still gasping. “I… well, I don’t want to lose my balance because I’m totally distracted—”
“Oh fuck, I didn’t even think—”
Will waves me off. “I’m thrilled you didn’t think about that,” he confesses.
“It’s… it’s been a long time. And…” A strange look crosses his face.
“I really, really like you, Dylan. I wasn’t joking earlier.
I was attracted to you the first day I saw you.
But I never expected to like you so very much. ”
Quite simply, I stare at him, incredulous. It’s everything I can do to keep from gawping. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I step closer, yet his body language tells me to keep back. He catches my shoulder to keep in place. That same vulnerability’s come back in his expression.
“And here I thought you really hated me, at first.” I give him a crooked smile.
“No. I was terribly embarrassed about splashing you with my car. Then, I couldn’t stop thinking of you.
And… and, God, I can’t think how we’re going to go back to working together and pretending that nothing has happened if we let something happen now.
I don’t know that I can, honestly. Because I do want you.
And… this means something to me, Dylan. I’m not out on Grindr or barhopping or—”
“Will.” My expression softens. “I really like you too. But I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do. I’ll be disappointed, because you’re fucking hot, and I want you too. But I get feelings are feelings, and we all have our limits and all that—”
He gulps. “I want to take you to bed so badly.”
“I’d love that.”
“You’ll have to see me naked.”
I laugh with delight. “Yes, please. I’ve been fantasizing about that particular scenario for some time, let’s be honest. Because, well, it’s you.
And believe me, you’re a tough act to follow.
Like, I’ve been trying to go on my planned dating campaign since that night together in the hotel.
Yet no one’s measuring up to you, not even close—”
“I had a migraine, and I was a wreck—” Will protests in dismay, shaking his head.
“No accounting for taste,” I quip.
Will growls, and I grin, thrilling at his response. He takes a step closer. This time, I put my hands lightly over his firm biceps and run them down his arms as he shivers. “What if we didn’t stop? I mean, who says we have to stop at midnight tonight—” he says recklessly. “God.”
He’s very easily within kissing distance as the space between us closes in with agonizing slowness.
“What are you suggesting?” I breathe.
“Maybe… maybe we do this again. In secret. Maybe then… or maybe that’s a terrible idea.”
I admire the speed of his rationalizing. “It’s okay to have what you want, Will—”
Then he’s kissing me, catching my jaw with his hands. I groan, pressing into him, pausing long enough to clutch his wrist. I lean into his palms.
“You’re sure?” I ask.
“I’m sure. Just…”
“Just?”
“Be careful with me, because I can’t… I don’t know how… I don’t know how to get over this,” Will admits. “How to get over you. Even if it’s only once.”
“God.” Goose bumps cover my arms, seeing the urgent desire burning across his face. “And yes, we can do this again if you want. Or not—”
Then, our kisses blaze again. This time, I’m mindful of Will’s balance, and he leans back against the door.
With care, I unbutton the rest of his shirt, skim my hands under the soft cotton against the warmth of his torso.
Will shudders against me. He buries his face against my neck for a moment, breathing me in. I shiver, his hair tickling my jaw.
“I want to see you naked.” When Will straightens, his gaze is something to see, flustered and yearning at the same time. “In fact, I insist. Please?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I beam at him.
Will laughs too. And I lean in so he can help unbutton my shirt, while I efficiently unfasten my belt with a metallic jangle.
My shirt falls to the floor. I hear his sharp intake of breath.
I run my hand along his chest, helping him with his belt too.
Then I run a teasing hand along the front of his jeans, feeling the outline of his cock as he groans, arching into my hand.
“More.” Will shivers.
“More,” I confirm. My mouth blazes a trail along the line of his throat and jaw, now making efficient work out of unbuttoning his jeans.
“Dylan…” he says softly. “Let’s take this to the bedroom. It’ll be easier for me.”
“Right, of course.” Still in our jeans, we make our way to Will’s airy bedroom, with its lofty ceilings and wood shuttered windows, a spacious bed with more than enough room for two.
There’s a folded compact wheelchair in the corner, along with a pair of aluminum crutches.
Everything in his room is orderly like something out of a magazine, along with an overflowing bookcase full of novels that I’ll have to explore later.
I let myself gawp without shame for at least five seconds before refocusing on Will as he sits on the edge of the bed.
He reaches for me, and I approach, all too happy to let him free me from my jeans and underwear, which soon fall in a tangle to the floor.
Then when he draws my cock deep into his mouth, the sensation of his teasing tongue makes me shudder, an incredible warmth.
“Oh fuck yeah,” I breathe, thrilled to be naked before him, even more thrilled to have him doing this to me.
Groaning happily, I lightly run my fingers through the silk of his hair.
I press against his mouth, an ache deep in my balls matched by the thundering in my chest. I’m more than hard and wanting.
Finally, Will tilts his head back to look at me when I gasp for air.
He reaches his arms to pull me close, and we fall together on the bed on our sides, and I’m soon helping him out of his jeans.
He’s hard too, and I stroke him as he cries out with pleasure, shivering.
He’s fucking hot, making nonsense sounds as I slide his boxers and jeans down from his hips.
“What do you want, gorgeous? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you. I want you inside of me.”
“Good thing I brought condoms and lube, then.”
“You didn’t,” Will gasps, laughing.
“I sure did. In my bag in the other room. Because a boy can always hope.”
“Condoms, lube, in the drawer.” He gestures and gives me a breathless smile. “Now.”
“I’m so happy we’re on the same page,” I joke, going to the drawer and finding what I need.
As I efficiently put on a condom, Will slides out of his jeans, revealing all of him.
He’s fucking glorious, hard, and toned with an enviable V-cut.
And of course, his prosthetic leg, which looks impressive too, like the rest of him.
As a onetime thing, I’m imprinting him in my memory to remember tomorrow.
And the next day. And probably the day after that too.
“I’m, er, taking this off now.”
“Whatever makes you feel comfortable,” I encourage, sliding beside him on the covers, running my hands over his chest and lower till I tease his cock again.
He shudders as he removes his prosthesis.
Then we’re kissing and kissing. I tease Will’s opening with my fingers for a while, pausing long enough for lube and more teasing till he pulls me roughly onto him, and I rest on a forearm as I ease inside, then catch his face with a hand as he shudders and arches his back again, moaning.
“Like this? Tell me.”
“Yes… fuck… yes…” Will’s voice catches as he gasps. “Exactly.”
I grin against him, and then he can’t make any more coherent sounds as I slowly tease my way into him.
Will feels incredible, taking me. And then I couldn’t say anything if I wanted to either, lost in the heat of us, the way he pulls me tight to his body, the movements we make together. The unevenness of his breath.
We’re a little clumsy at first, but our enthusiasm knows no limits, both too greedy right now to take our time. Skin to skin, it’s him and me and our incredible rhythm together. Nothing else matters.
And this is everything, right now. More than everything. More than wanting. Everything’s blissfully real as we press against each other. Way better than any daydream.
“Dylan, oh yes…”
In my arms, Will shudders hard as I thrust, his fingers digging into my shoulders, drowning in the throaty way he gasps my name against my ear. I’m trembling with want, encouraging him.
“Please, I can’t last—” Will’s voice is raw, his back arching under me.
“Yeah, come for me—”
And Will comes hot against us with a cry before long in our urgency, and I let myself come with him too as euphoria consumes us. And then we collapse together, tight in each other’s arms, digging his fingers into my biceps.
Till I eventually need to deal with the condom and we at last roll apart. The suddenness of being apart is visceral. I waste no time curling up with Will once more, this time under the covers.
We’re both still trying to catch our breath.
And Will looks overwhelmed, and I murmur to him between breaths, “Alright, gorgeous?”
“More than. It’s… well, I don’t usually let things get to this point with anyone.”
“I’m starting to gather that,” I whisper, searching his eyes. “You tell me what you want or don’t want, okay? I don’t want to push you.”
“You’re not. I…”
“You’re fucking hot, you know that, right?” I tell him, catching his jaw. “All of you. Face, body, legs. Cock. Everything.”
And then he buries his face in my neck. At first, I think he laughs, with his shoulders shaking, but soon, I feel the dampness against my collarbone.
“I didn’t think I was that terrible. At least tolerable,” I tease him affectionately so he knows I’m very much joking. Which does the trick: he laughs and digs his fingers into my biceps. Then he lifts his damp face to mine. My heart catches at the sight of him. “Will…”
“I’m not used to feeling wanted quite like that. Like you do. The way you look at me. And touch me. Like I’m special. Fuck, I’m truly embarrassing myself.”
“No, you definitely aren’t embarrassing yourself. I know because I’m the actual king of embarrassing myself. And, by the way, you’re fucking amazing.”
Will smiles into my neck before shifting again. “Since the accident, I haven’t had sex with many people. It’s hard, being… vulnerable,” he confesses. “It’s not the same for me like it is for you.”
“I love that you trust me.” I trace his tears along the side of his face. And I’m curious to hear more about this accident, the first real reveal of what happened. But for now, I leave it. “I won’t let you down, I promise. Even if we decide this is a one-off.”
Will pulls me tight then. We shift till I’m on my back and he’s on his side, his leg over mine. His head rests against my shoulder and the pillows. We stay like that till we fall asleep, holding tight to each other like we might disappear into a mirage at midnight.