15. Fifteen
Fifteen
Seth
“Can I touch you?” Ty asks. From the way he keeps licking his lips, it’s obvious he’s nervous.
“Yeah, go for it.”
Ty sits up on his knees, kneeling next to me as he looks me over. He bites down on his lower lip again as he lifts his leg and straddles my hips, placing us crotch to crotch and chest to chest. I place my hands on his hips to help steady him as my cock springs to life. It approves of the new position, even if both of us are wearing too many clothes.
I lean in and kiss him again. Taking my time to work our lips together until I feel his hand on my chest. His fingers slowly map out my pec until he gets to my nipple. I groan as he pulls on the nub until my nipple pebbles up. It’s taking all of my patience to let him explore like this when all I want is to pin him to the bed and work both of us to orgasm. His hard-on is pressing into my stomach, letting me know he’s as turned on as I am, but Ty doesn’t move to take it further. His hand just keeps flicking and pinching my nipple while we kiss.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, echoing his earlier question.
Ty nods, his chin barely moving. I slide my hand to his ass over the fabric of his pants. With the way we’re positioned, I can’t really grab his butt, but it helps when I shift my legs, bending my knees to line up his ass with my crotch. Ty’s cheeks flush, but he doesn’t pull away. His hand goes for the fly of his jeans, then he pauses again, looking at me. “Do you want to ditch the pants?” I ask, guessing what’s on his mind.
“Uh … yeah, that sounds good.” He lifts his hips to undo his jeans and push the fabric down over his ass. I’m missing the contact, but as soon as we’re both in our boxers, he straddles me again. “So, I don’t really know—I mean, I liked what we did earlier. It was kinda spur of the moment. I’m not sure how all of this works.” His embarrassed, mumbled speech has me harder than a rock. Or maybe that’s the way his ass is rubbing on me.
I don’t want to scare him off, but the thought of being in him right now is gonna be spank bank material for nights to come. “Can I suck you off?” I ask instead. It’s something I’ve wanted to do since that first night we had a threesome.
Ty’s cheeks go red again. “Yeah.”
I place my hands on his hips again, pushing him to move off me and lie down on the bed instead. As much as I enjoyed our previous positioning, it doesn’t really give me the angle I need. Ty lifts his hips, letting me pull his boxers down and leave him naked on the bed. Damn. It’s not the first time I’m seeing him naked, but it’s the first opportunity I’ve had to really appreciate it. Ty’s got a bit of manscaping going on that shows off his dick. Not that he needs any help in that department.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and scoot down the bed to lean over and hover my face in front of his crotch. His eyes are on me as I lick the tip. “Oh fuck,” Ty cusses. I wrap my lips around the head of his dick and slide my tongue through the slit. His hips buck as he tries to go deeper. This is gonna be fun. I go all out, sucking him down until the tip presses against the back of my throat, doing my best not to choke as I gag on his cock. My underwear are still on, but all of this has me so turned on I’m not sure if it’ll matter. I might come untouched just from hearing all the filthy moans Ty’s making.
His hands are on the bed next to him, clenched into fists as he holds the sheets in a death grip. At least I won’t have to wonder if he’s enjoying himself. “Gonna come,” he warns me, and I double my efforts, sucking him harder. His hand goes to my head, holding me in place as my mouth fills with his release. I swallow down what he gives me at the same time that my hand pushes my boxers out of the way. I’m not gonna be able to hold out. My balls are already drawing up, eager for release. A few strokes of my fist, and I’m cussing as I make a mess on his bed. “Fuck,” Ty shakes his head, looking at me.
I grab my shirt, using it to wipe up the mess I left behind. “You good?”
“Yeah, just … wow.” He moves to lie down, grabbing his boxers and pulling them back into place. I do the same, pulling my underwear up and covering myself before tossing my shirt toward his laundry hamper.
I lie down next to Ty and wrap my arm around his waist. “Did you still want to watch something?” I ask.
Ty laughs, shaking his head slowly. “Yeah, that sounds good.” He relaxes into the bed, turning to face his laptop where it’s balanced on his nightstand.
I scoot closer, pressing my front to his back and wrapping my arm around his waist. “This okay?” I ask when he tenses in my grip.
“Sure.”
Ty leans over to his laptop and starts the show again. When he lies down, he’s on his back instead of facing the screen. I stay on my side, lazily trailing my fingers over his abs. Ty bites his lip as his hand covers mine, keeping me still. “Tyler, if this is too much, you can tell me.”
A half laugh escapes his lips as he closes his eyes. “No, that was great. Just, uh … This is awkward. Can we clean up and get dressed? This feels too …”
He doesn’t finish, but I get what he means. It feels intimate. And this is supposed to be fun and simple. No strings attached. Not naked post sex cuddles. It’s a harsh reminder of what I signed up for.
“Right, yeah.” I let go of Ty and sit up. “I’ll just grab my stuff. It’s getting late, anyway.”
“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that. You don’t have to leave.” He grabs his shirt, pulling it on.
I'm already wearing my pants, but a glance at my messy shirt in his hamper has me doubting myself. I shrug it off, my mind made up to walk back without it, when Ty holds out a clean shirt of his in my direction. “No, you’re right. It’s better this way. We’re having fun, nothing messy.” I lean in and press a quick kiss to his lips before I can overthink it. “Another time.” I’m shoving my feet in my shoes as I open the door. I knew what this was when it started. There’s no reason to make a big deal out of it. We’re just fooling around. The more I keep reminding myself of that, the easier it will be.
My phone chimes with a new message as I make my way back to my frat house. I pull it out hoping for a message from Ty, but then I hesitate. If it is him, is this going to make it better or worse? What do I want him to tell me? That he feels the same and wants to date me?
I shake off the thought and look at the screen. The message isn’t even from Tyler.
Maddy: Hey, what are you doing Saturday?
I leave the message on read and shove my phone in my pocket. I’m almost back to my room anyway, and I can answer when I get there. A few minutes won’t change anything.
I don’t notice I slam the front door until I see Owen staring at me. “Dude, you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah… just wasn’t thinking.”
There’s a new message on my phone from Ty when I get to my room.
Tyler: Library on Thursday? 4:30
Guess things aren’t completely screwed. He still wants to keep up with the tutoring, but we’re back to the library.