Chapter 33 Dane
Dane
Ican count on one hand the amount of halfway decent Christmases I’ve experienced, and most of those were years I spent it alone because Artie and Joss were off on one of their winter getaways.
This year is already shaping up to be the best Christmas I’ve ever had, what happened at Mom’s house notwithstanding.
I got to meet all of Connor’s friends, who are awesome, and I’m genuinely hyped to meet the rest of Connor’s family tomorrow too.
As soon as Connor and I get home, he does his nightly wrap-up with his folks while I shower, then he hits the shower while I put a movie on in our room for background noise.
When Connor saunters in with wet hair and a towel around his waist, I hide my phone fast to keep him from seeing what I’m actually watching.
Connor squints his suspicion at me while going through his dresser. “Are you watching porn?”
“What? No.” I nod toward the TV. “I’m watching Die Hard, obviously.”
“Then what’s on your phone?”
“Nothing.” I roll onto my front and bury my phone between my chest and the mattress. Next thing I know, Connor is climbing over me and tickle-attacking my sides.
I’m not nearly as ticklish as Connor, but he dances his fingers in just the right spots to make me squeal and squirm and give up my phone.
“Dane, why are you watching this?” Connor laughs above me. He stands up on his knees, giving me just enough clearance to twist onto my back.
If that video hadn’t already stiffened me up, Connor’s nakedness would do the trick right now. I put my hands on his freshly bathed body and imagine all the filthy things I can do with it.
“It’s my favorite video,” I answer while stroking his chest and his stomach.
“Do you jerk off to this?” Wearing a salacious smirk, he turns the screen to me so I can feast on the image of Connor sucking my face on Halloween night.
“Ah, come on. Like you don’t jerk off to all those nude photos of me on your camera.”
He tosses my phone across the bed and leans down close. His minty mouthwash-breath delights my nose as he whispers, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His wet, open-mouthed kisses are as amusing as they are arousing. He laps at the inside of my mouth like a dog to water, swiping at my lips and tongue in a challenge to match his fervor.
I flip us over and press my hips down on his. “I have an idea for a Christmas present we can make right now.”
The moan vibrating from Connor’s chest mixes beautifully with his worried expression. “What do you mean?”
“Does one of your fancy cameras do video?”
“Dane, we can’t. I’ll look terrible.”
“Mm, you’ll look so fucking hot, baby.”
The longer I kiss him, the more pliant he feels. Soon, his insecurities grow as lax as his inhibitions.
“If I look terrible, can I delete it?” he asks.
Petting his pouty face, I say, “Connor, it’ll be on your camera. You can do whatever you want with it. Delete it. Put it on Pornhub. Whatever. But I guarantee you, you will not look terrible.”
“You seriously wouldn’t mind if I put our sex tape on Pornhub?”
“Hell no. In this day and age, basically everyone’s got some sorta sex tape posted somewhere.” I kiss his scrunched-up face and whisper, “No Pornhub. Just something for us.”
Connor moans into my mouth as he steals the spit off my tongue, sucking it like he’d suck my dick before murmuring a sultry, “Okay.”
I slurp my tongue back into my face and perk my head up. “Yes?”
He grins. “Yeah.”
After that, it’s a scramble for Connor to set up his camera and for me to switch off this movie and put on some music.
Ambient and undistracting. Soft enough not to bother the Whitlocks, who ought to be in bed themselves by now, but loud enough to veil whatever sex noises we won’t be able to hold in.
I get the lube out and the condoms. We both got tested weeks ago, but it’s cleaner this way, especially when we take turns. I decide to leave my underwear on, so I can watch Connor take them off.
“Hurry,” I chuckle, watching him from the bed as he fiddles endlessly with the camera’s positioning.
Once that’s set, he fiddles with the lights. He turns off the overhead and switches on his bedside lamp, then checks the camera again to verify.
“Alright, Scorsese. Get over here.”
Finally, Connor leaves the camera and scampers back to me.
He’s so sexy when he’s anxious—the sort of anxiety that makes his cock stick out straight and his face blush red.
On our knees in the center of his double bed, he pokes me with that cock while kissing my neck and angling his body away from the camera.
I hold his hips and angle him back, and we fall into a strange dance that leaves us both laughing.
Kissing distracts him. Touching distracts him further.
Soon, he’s panting against my chest, making out with my piercings and rubbing my cock through my briefs.
No matter how many nights have ended with Connor tonguing my nipples, they’re still as sensitive as the very first time.
I pet his hair and rub his back, and when Connor picks his head up, I spit into his open mouth before kissing his lips closed.
He kisses down my body, shoves down my underwear, and takes my cock into his mouth like he’s dying for it. Kneading my balls, he feeds me in deep—halfway in before I feel him gag, then he strokes me with his lips and paints me with his tongue.
“That’s it,” I breathe down at him. “You’re a fucking natural.”
He bobs off, holding my cock upward while he drools onto my crown.
It dribbles down my shaft and over his knuckles as he works my foreskin up and down.
He teases me with a smirk that says I know just what you like while sneaking his other hand around to my ass.
A dry finger rubs my asshole while a wet hand pumps my cock and a hot mouth finds my nipple again.
He tugs on the ring with his lips to make me moan over the music.
“Oh my God, Connor.”
His eyes flick upward, shimmering in the lamplight.
“Come here.” I grab his face and collide our mouths. The momentum rocks me backward, and we fall onto the bed together, cheeks sharing the same pillow while we cuddle. I try to kick my underwear the rest of the way down my legs, but they catch on my knees.
Connor sits up to free me and tosses the undies to the floor.
“Thanks, puppy. We’ll cut that part out and put it in the blooper reel.”
He chuckles while resting back into my arms. His eyes shut, one arm draped around my waist and humming precious sounds as I kiss every inch of his face.
I graze my lips across his eyelid and ask him if he’s getting sleepy.
“No.” His hand wraps around my cock, convincing me he’s still in the mood with each loving stroke.
After a kiss to his mouth, I reach for the lube—not that cherry flavored bullshit Connor used to keep around, but actual anal lube.
Clear and unscented. He takes one finger easily and whimpers when I add a second.
I curl them up under his balls and feel for Connor’s prostate. He quivers when I rub it.
If he was sleepy before, he isn’t anymore. His eyes are wide open, staring into mine while his mouth hangs open, unable to do anything but huff pleasured moans while I finger-fuck him. He takes lazy swipes at his cock, milking a strand of pre-cum onto his belly before grabbing my wrist.
“Can I do you?” he whispers as he eases me out of him.
I answer by wiping my hand on the comforter and flipping onto my stomach.
He sits on my thighs, not to tickle me this time but to drizzle lube between my ass cheeks and spread it all around.
I reach back and rub his leg.
He leans down and kisses my shoulder while pressing a blunt finger down into my ass. With all the lube he used, one finger is barely an intrusion.
I can’t remember telling Connor about the first time I bottomed, but I must have.
It’s why he always asks before penetrating me, even when it’s obvious that I want him to—even when I brought out the Connor-sized condoms along with the Dane-sized condoms. Hopefully, I didn’t make it sound like I was assaulted or anything like that.
It wasn’t forced, it just sucked. It sucked, and it hurt like hell and didn’t stop hurting for a few days.
When Connor fucks me, it never hurts. He spends too much time working his fingers inside me at an agonizing pace for any amount of them to hurt, and he kisses me over my shoulder the whole time, until I’m the pliant one—malleable and yearning and sticking my ass higher to feel it even more.
By the time he slips away from me, I’m not even thinking about coming, only about getting Connor back inside me with whatever he wants to put in there. His fingers, his dick, one of his soccer trophies, anything. I hum with excitement watching him roll a condom onto his jutted cock.
“You still want me to?” he asks as he crawls his sexy body back on top of me.
“Fuck, yes.”
He straddles my ass, resting his forehead on my shoulder while his cock pushes inside me, stretching me wide and stuffing me full.
I grunt curse words into my pillow as Connor’s hips meet my ass and he moans in my ear.
I reach back and thread my fingers through his hair while he finds my other hand and grips it tight.
Our legs slide together as he drapes his weight along my body, pressing me down and grinding into me slowly.
He rubs places inside me that only his perfect cock has ever reached, and it locks me in a purgatory of relentless bliss.
Unlike Connor, I can’t come just from humping my cock into a plush quilt, even when the friction in my ass feels like a slow-rolling orgasm. It leaves me panting, sweating, and groaning his name desperately.
When Connor stills himself to catch his breath, I’m grateful for the break.
“Are you okay?” Connor whispers behind my ear.
“Mhm.”
“Do you wanna switch?”
“Mhm.”