Chapter 22 #2
“No! Whatever gave you that idea.” Will looks horrified. “Absolutely not.”
“Because Monday. And Tuesday. I mean.” I shrug expansively, gesturing at him. “’Cause last weekend, you were into me, I think. A lot.”
“You—I—yes.” He stops. “Well.”
“Exactly.” I nod confirmation, satisfied he’s proved my point. “Come here.”
Will hesitates for a moment, then straightens before easing himself across the aisle to me. And he comes intoxicatingly close, nestling right between my legs, and rests his hands on my thighs.
“Huh.” Whatever clever thing I was about to say is immediately gone.
I’m reeling from Will’s nearness and the soft scent of his cedar cologne.
And the way he’s only focused on me. “This hot-cold thing is quite a trip, I’ve got to say,” I murmur, already getting hard because seriously, there’s no way I couldn’t respond. “I thought you didn’t want a repeat.”
“I came to the conclusion after a thorough analysis you were right. We’ve only been on one date. I overreacted. Like a fool.”
“Absolutely. Totally.” I nod, then take Will’s warm face between my hands. He leans into me. “Very foolish. God, I love it when I’m right.”
Will laughs, deep in his throat. “I wouldn’t say no to a repeat. I may even say yes.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes.”
Then I lightly brush his lips with mine till he shivers with need under my hands.
Which is beyond thrilling. Will presses into me, searching my eyes while I wrap my legs around him to pull him tight.
He shifts against me. It feels so good to have him close again.
Like the other half of me my body knew I was missing my other half. Till now.
“Huh.” Will’s at a loss for words. He leans his forehead against mine for a moment. His breath is hot against my skin.
“Mm.” I kiss him again, soft and teasing, which he returns eagerly. More greedy, less patient.
“I’ll take that as another yes?” I drawl, thrilling at how responsive Will is. As I run my hand along his chest, he shudders.
“Fuck, yes.”
And then things start to heat up a lot in an instant, with his mouth burning along my throat, eager and seeking. I groan, tilting my head back.
“Yeah.” I encourage him with my hands, raking his shoulders through his shirt. “C’mon. Show me what you want, babe.”
When Will kisses me with fervor, I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight.
Our kiss is lingering, passionate, fire.
We consume each other in the small, overflowing prep room amid the cardboard boxes, wooden crates, and stored exhibits.
In here, the sound is muffled from the floor-to-ceiling wall of supplies and boxes.
A distant part of me knows there’s no cameras here, no prying eyes.
We can take this as far as we want to go.
And apparently, Will wants to go far, overachieving as usual in a way that I’m already into so much.
His fingers rub me, hard in my summer shorts, the fabric failing to keep my cock at bay. And when he frees me to the skim of his hand, it’s my turn to gasp and shiver with want. “Like that, mm.”
Then Will bends to draw me into his mouth, and the sensation of his tongue dancing around the head of my cock is electric.
Before long, my shorts and underwear are left tangled on the floor, my cock reaching for my stomach as I bounce down off the counter.
For his part, his chinos and underwear are pushed down around his hips.
It’s a great look. Will’s cock feels even better in my hand, burning hot.
He leans his forehead into my shoulder as I stroke him, murmuring encouragement in his ear, till he shivers under my touch.
“Please, Dylan…”
“What do you want?”
“I want you so badly. I want you to fuck me…”
“You’re sure?”
“Very.”
I’m quiet for a moment. “I don’t have a condom this time. But I do frequent tests at the clinic, and I’m free of anything. On PrEP, the usual. If you want to skip the condom, I’m open to it on my end. It’s up to you.”
He gazes at me. “I haven’t been with anyone for a very long time. Other than you. And yes, I’m clear, too, at the last testing.”
“Spit and courage, then,” I tell him affectionately, and the grin he gives me is more than I could dream of, naughty and open and mine. “Which should be the name of our new band. Just don’t come on any exhibits. I’m sure that’s frowned upon.”
“Oh God.”
I stop Will’s panic quickly with another kiss and a round of teasing.
Eventually, enough saliva and teasing with my fingers over a few minutes does the trick, and I’m inside him—which is beyond intoxicating—and we move together with nothing but gasps and fitful thrusts.
Will braces himself against the pine worktable while I ride him, white knuckled against the table, groaning encouragement.
Good thing the table’s bolted down. But more than anything, it’s the warmth and closeness of Will in my arms, the thrill of how responsive he is, how he’s come back to me after this strange week of distance and confusion.
Taking him to the edge and back again, I leave him gasping for breath. In this tiny room, it’s nothing but him and me, urgent fingers, my mouth hot on the nape of his neck. He’s so hard in my hand, shuddering a promise I’m more than eager to keep.
“Please, Dylan,” Will begs, pushing hard back against me to meet my next thrust, demanding.
“What do you want?” I gasp, relentless, every nerve of my body dedicated to Will. To being consumed by him. Blood pounds in my ears.
“I want you, I want to come—” he begs.
God, he’s everything right now. “Yeah?” I let up on my teasing ever so slightly, grinning through our exertion. “How badly?”
His voice catches in his throat, a muffled groan of frustration as he presses back. “Please. Very, very badly—” he gasps, impatient.
“Then—” I’m ready to come myself. We’re too turned on to last, too risky to keep going for long like this in the prep room. Even if it’s Friday night. We can’t get caught.
My fingers resume their rhythm—his body echoes in response. He’s already seeping precum, and my fingers glide the length of him with increasing speed, building a crescendo as he writhes and bucks and pleads.
And fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s my last coherent thought.
“Yeah—yeah, come for me—”
As I stroke Will without mercy, his body practically convulses in my arms. And he comes hard, spurting in my hand, my fingers relentless.
And it’s too much for me to hold out a second longer.
Moaning, he pushes back again, and I grind right back.
There’s no better feeling than this, being here with Will.
And then I come, blinding heat rippling through me, gripping Will’s hips with a cry I do my best to muffle against his shoulder. My body aches with need, the heat of him, our desperate want. More so, I need Will to know how much I want him.
Our forbidden secret in a shadowy room.
When we come back to our senses, after a lingering kiss that threatens to start all over again, we clean up and neaten each other, only slightly disheveled by the time we finish.
His face is flushed pink in a way I could very much get used to.
As ever, he cleans up to an excellent level of polish.
Which he has years of experience in. I’m a bit more rumpled, but I can’t stop grinning.
“So.” I trace his jaw lightly. Will shivers. “How was that?”
“Excellent. Worthy of a five-star review. Would buy again.”
I laugh. “Promise you won’t ghost me tomorrow?”
Will gives me a sheepish look. “I won’t ghost you tomorrow. Or the day after. I promise. I’m sorry about that.”
I give him a thorough kiss. “Well, what now? Can I convince you to come out tonight?”
“What, you want more of me?”
“Hell yes. I’m a naturally greedy man. You should know this about me by now. And you’re amazing. Of course I want more. If you’re up to it, that is. I know it’s been a long day. But I’d love to go dancing with you. If your leg is on board.”
“Dancing it is, then.” The way Will says it, with his expression soft, is another promise I’m totally into.
His lips curve into a smile. “I have a performance leg, you know. And I can dance for a little while, for the record. I do feel self-conscious, however, if I’m honest. Probably because I don’t dance often. ”
“I won’t do anything too crazy with you if you don’t want. You tell me if it’s too much. Can’t wait to see the rest of your performance parts, by the way.”
Will laughs, thrilling me. “Deal.”
We interlace our fingers, lost in a moment of gazing at each other, before we pull our public personas back on to sign out at security.