Chapter Seven - The Finale
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Finale
We decided to hold the competition on Friday night. I had been invited to a party happening that night, but I had to turn the invitation down. I had a game to win.
I couldn’t wait to rub my victory in Taylor’s face. I couldn’t wait to see his look of total despair, when he realised I owned him, even if it was for only a single night.
On Friday evening, I came out of my room to see Taylor pushing the coffee table off the fluffy white rug, and into the corner. Like me, he had recently showered, making his black hair look even darker than usual.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
Taylor straightened up, and pointed at the carpet. “We’ll do it here.”
“What, on the floor?”
“You have a better idea?” he asked. “I don’t want you anywhere near my bed.”
“I don’t want you near mine either,” I replied. “Fine, the floor it is.” I walked over to the couch, and crossed my legs, not missing the way Taylor’s gaze slid up my calves and thighs. “So what exactly are we doing?”
“It’s simple. First to come loses.”
“That’s it? We’ll be here all night.” Scratch that, we’d be here for a century.
“I wasn’t finished,” Taylor said. “We’re allowed to touch each other.”
I blinked a few times, doing my best to ignore the unfurling rush of something deep in my belly. “Touch each other?” I demanded. “So, basically, we’re having sex.”
“Are you stupid? Touching each other doesn’t immediately equal sex. Though I can understand why you’d jump to that conclusion…virgin.”
“Shut up,” I said. “Where exactly are we allowed to touch?”
“Anywhere.” His eyes glittered.
I swallowed, but maintained a neutral tone. “This sounds suspiciously like you just want an excuse to get all up in this.” I gestured at myself.
“Keep dreaming, Archie. As if I’d ever want you.”
I scowled. “Fine. Fine! We can touch each other, and first to come loses. Anything else?”
“Once we’re on the rug, we can’t leave. That means no running to the bathroom to cool off.”
I nodded.
“We’re allowed to talk and touch ourselves, but you can’t reach for your phone and start playing a porn video. The only tool you can use is your body.”
I nodded again. That was fair.
Taylor hesitated, rolling his tongue over his teeth. “I suppose this is where I should ask if there’s anything that’s off limits to you.”
My brows came together. “What do you mean?”
“Yes, this is a competition, but I don’t want to do anything that makes you…uncomfortable.”
“Don’t worry about it. Everything you do will be repulsive to me, anyway.”
“That’s not what happened last time, when you were jerking yourself off to the sight of my cum.”
I glared at him. “Do I need to remind you who lost that competition, Taylor?”
He ignored that. “Any final questions?”
I tilted my head as I thought over everything he said. There didn’t appear to be any loopholes or ambiguous rules. “Nah, that’s everything.”
That’s when Taylor stepped forward and grabbed my chin, tilting it up so I was forced to look at him. He was irritatingly tall like this — me sitting down, him towering over me.
“Get on the carpet,” he said.
My senses came back to me, and I batted his hand away.
“Don’t boss me around,” I grumbled, moving from the couch to the rug. At least the wool was soft under my skin.
“Get used to it, because when you’re my slave, I’ll be bossing you around all night.” Taylor sat down on the carpet too, stretching his long legs out.
“You get used to it,” I said. “When you’re my slave, I’ll make you follow me everywhere, crawling on your hands and knees.”
“When you’re my slave, I’ll make you wear a collar that designates you as my property.”
“When you’re my slave, I’ll force you to confess your undying love for me.”
That pissed him off. In one swift motion, he lunged at me, pushing me down so I was flat on my back, his hands holding down my wrists, his knees pushing my thighs apart. “Never going to happen,” he hissed.
“You’re short-tempered today.”
“Just eager to expose you for the inexperienced virgin you are,” he replied, letting go of my wrists to reach for the hem of my shirt. He shoved it up, so it bunched around my collarbone. “I’m going to laugh so hard when you come in five seconds.”
“Never going to happen,” I started, but I couldn’t say more than that, because something wet touched my left nipple.
I froze in horror. Taylor’s head was bowed over me, and he was lapping at my skin. My horror grew when I realised my dick was swelling in arousal.
“Taylor,” I started, not sure what I wanted to say, but needing him to get off me before I embarrassed myself.
He didn’t reply, just moved his head so he was licking the other nipple. When he sucked it in his mouth, my toes curled at the sudden mix of pleasure and pain.
I thought about pushing him off, but that would be a defensive action. To win battles, you had to go on the offence.
So I shoved my hand down his pants, and was shocked yet pleased to find he was already half-hard. He made a muffled noise, but his tongue kept sliding against my skin, so I didn’t hesitate to stroke him up and down.
He was heavy and warm. I ran my thumb against the underside of the tip, which made his jaw tighten. He didn’t pull away though, and he didn’t stop licking my nipples, so I kept stroking, feeling him grow stiffer and stiffer under my fingers.
I didn’t enjoy touching him. I definitely didn’t love the way his hips jerked when I played with the head of his cock.
I was just excited to win — to make him bust a nut in his pants like he was the inexperienced virgin.
Soon, the tip grew wet with pre-cum, and I rubbed it in circles around the slit, feeling a thrill of anticipation. I was going to win.
That’s when Taylor pulled his mouth off my nipple, so suddenly, I startled and looked down.
Holy shit. Both of my nipples were so red and swollen that for a second, I genuinely wondered whether I needed medical help. But they didn’t hurt — they’d just been the victims of Taylor’s tongue.
“You got some chest fetish or something?” I managed, pleased my voice came out taunting rather than raspy.
In response, he tugged my left nipple with his thumb and forefinger. I squeaked, but before I could yell at him, he slid my pants and boxers off my legs in one swift motion.
My cock bobbed out, the air feeling cool against my hot erection.
Taylor wrapped a hand around it, and if I wasn’t lying down, I would have jumped ten feet into the air. I’d never had a hand on me there. If I thought my nipples were sensitive, this was something else. For a second, my mind went blank, and I really thought I might —
“Wow,” Taylor drawled, his hand sliding up and down my length at an infuriatingly languid pace. “This is tiny.”
“Shut up,” I said. “I’m the same size as you.”
“I’m bigger.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes I am,” he replied, with a lazy smile that made me want to punch him in the face. His eyes were glued to my cock, and he started playing with the head, his brow furrowed in concentration, like he wanted to coax pre-cum out of me.
The expression made me shiver. It reminded me of how he looked just before a soccer game, or moments before we took an exam.
In fact, it was the way he looked at me sometimes. Like I was something to conquer, to destroy.
I couldn’t let him win. So, while he was distracted by my cock, I took the opportunity to roll us over.
Taylor was heavy, but so was I, and my daily gym routine over the summer must’ve paid off, because I did manage to get on top of him.
I grabbed the waistband of his pants, shoved it down to his knees, and lay my erection flat against his.
“There,” I said triumphantly. “Same size.”
Taylor blinked the momentary shock from his eyes. “You’re delusional,” he said.
“And you’re blind,” I replied. “We’re the same size. In fact…” I used my thumb to keep the base of my cock down, so it was completely flat. “I might be half an inch bigger.”
“Fuck off,” Taylor said.
“Sorry,” I said with a grin. “I’m here to make you cum. This was your idea, remember?” With that, I brought my hand to my mouth, spat, then lowered it to stroke him. The saliva in my hand left his cock glistening.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “You’re fucking messy,” he told me, fire in his eyes. “You’ve got spit on your chin.”
I leaned over him, offering my chin to him like a gift. “Want to lick it off?” I asked, smiling.
The revolted look on his face just made my grin widen. There was nothing better than getting a rise out of Taylor. Especially when most of the time, he was so calm and collected.
Laughing, I continued to stroke him, fast enough that a soft wet noise filled the air. I ignored my own cock, but for some reason, it wouldn’t soften. I wasn’t sure why — maybe it’s because Taylor’s naked body was filling my entire field of vision.
His lean muscles, his flawless skin, the flushed patches of pink on his ears, cheeks and chest.
I expected him to fight, maybe even push me off, but it was as if he had turned to stone. He just stared at me, his mouth a flat, angry line, but his cock so, so hard in my hand. Leaking, and flushed. Beautiful, really —
Fuck. What was I thinking? Cocks weren’t beautiful, and especially not Taylor’s.
That was it. As much as I was enjoying having Taylor like this — silent and docile — I needed to get this competition over with as soon as possible, before I continued having weird thoughts.
I had to be clever about this. What had made me win last time?
Well, firstly, I’d played with myself.
Tentatively, I used my free hand to reach for my nipple. I twisted it gently, but bolts of pleasure shot through my body right to my dick. Shit. My chest was way more sensitive than usual.
Taylor’s eyes trained on my chest, and I felt him throb in my palm. At least I knew this tactic was effective, but I had to be careful not to blow my own load.
What else had I done to win last time?
Oh, right. I’d used my words.
“Be honest with me,” I said. “This game is just another excuse for you to touch me, isn’t it?”
His eyes flashed, but I continued talking before he could interrupt me.
“That’s why you begged me to play again.” I reached forward, grabbing his chin just like he had grabbed mine earlier. “And that’s also why you want to win.”
“I want to win to prove I’m better than you,” he said through clenched teeth. “And to expose you for the virgin you are.”
“Sure, sure. But you also want to make me your slave. What was the prize again? I’d be your slave for a single night?”
Taylor’s eyes were like pits of coal, but he didn’t reply. Maybe he was too angry, or maybe because he didn’t want to fall for the bait.
“I bet you’d make real good use of that single night. You wouldn’t let me sleep, would you? No, you’d be too busy ruining me.”
“Shut up,” Taylor said, but he didn’t sound as angry as I expected. “What about you?” he demanded. “You said yourself that you’d suck my cock until tears were streaming down your face.”
I only said that shit to win, I thought. But if I explained that to him, it would break the spell.
I didn’t falter, or blush, or glare. Instead, I gave him an innocent smile. “You’re right, I did.” I started to lower my head, my gaze not leaving his face.“Should I try?”
I’d just poked my tongue out when his eyes widened, and he flinched so hard, my hand slid off him. I felt almost…offended. Did he really not want my tongue on his cock? Or maybe he’d reacted that way, because he knew it’d be a surefire way he’d lose.
Suddenly, he was on top of me, just like he had been when we’d started this game. His knees shoved my thighs apart, and since I wasn’t wearing pants anymore, I felt extremely exposed.
“You’d want to suck my cock, wouldn’t you?” he asked, reaching a hand between our bodies. I felt the brush of his fingers, and expected him to jerk me off.
I was half right. He did start to stroke me…but he stroked himself too. He’d shifted his hips so his hard cock was flat against mine, and he was rubbed us together, and the strangeness of it did weird things to my stomach.
This felt…intimate. Way more intimate than the other stuff we’d done.
“Don’t worry,” he continued, voice rough. “When I win — when you’re my slave — you can suck my cock as much as you want, pet.”
In any other circumstances, the pet name — the literal pet name — would have made me laugh in his face.
But right then, my cock throbbed.
Why was my body doing this? I hated Taylor. I hated his stupid superiority, and his stupid talent, his stupid cleverness and his stupid, stupid face.
Get yourself together, I told myself. Don’t let your mind wander. Use Taylor’s weaknesses against himself.
If he was only touching me, that would be one thing. But he was rubbing himself too, and I could feel the faint pulse of his erection. He was close to finishing. All I had to do was trigger his orgasm.
“Well, when I win, I’ll be a good master,” I said. “I’ll give you what you really want.”
“And what’s that?”
I curled my lips. “I’ll let you fuck me.”
Taylor buckled over, and I awaited the splash of hot wetness against my stomach. But instead, he curled his fingers into the carpet, grabbing it so tightly, his knuckles turned white.
After what felt like a century, he straightened up.
His hand on our cocks began to move again.
He shifted, so his face was right above mine.
I could see each of his individual lashes, which were as black as his hair.
His irises were so dark, they blended into his blown out pupils.
His brows were drawn together, either out of confusion or frustration or something else.
“You’re so fucking disgusting,” he said. His gaze dipped to my lips. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Then he kissed me.
I’d had kisses before, but this was something else. It was like he was devouring me — tongue against tongue, lips hard against mine, mouth so rough, it literally took my breath away.
It was hot as fuck, but I couldn’t enjoy it, because I felt a rush of heat, and then a second of panic — no, no, no, no, no, no.
And I came, my balls tightening as I shot all over Taylor’s stomach.
It was the best orgasm I’d ever had — I’d never come with someone else touching me before, with the weight of another person on top of me. It was…lovely, to be honest. Like I was floating up in heaven.
Then I came back to earth, the rush of pleasure fading away as I caught my breath. I felt sore and sticky and then a torrent of dread as I comprehended what had just happened.
I’d lost.