Chapter 8 #3
“I want to do this right. I want to watch you when we come,” Austin whispered, and slowly lowered them to the rug of his living room floor.
The bed just seemed too far away to wait to be back inside this lovely man in his arms. Austin laid Kitt out in front of him and climbed in between his parted thighs.
Reaching up, he kissed Kitt again. Austin knew he could kiss this man for the rest of his life.
Kitt was an expert kisser, made just to kiss him.
Kitt anchored his legs around Austin’s waist and tugged free of the kiss, keeping a tight hold around Austin who lay on his chest.
“Finish us off,” he whispered quietly into Austin’s hair.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Austin rose and reached for the lube, not wanting to hurt Kitt, but Kitt stopped him.
“I’m good, just really close.” Their eyes connected, and Austin positioned himself, and slid straight back inside.
Kitt rolled his head back and threw his muscular arms up over his head, gripping his fingers into the plush rug.
Austin grabbed Kitt’s twitching cock matching the strokes to each drive of his hips.
This was different. There was meaning in this, more so than any other time in his life.
His eyes didn’t stray from the sexy body splayed out in front of him.
He watched every muscle in Kitt’s body strain and flex under his assault.
Kitt’s sac retracted again as his cock grew more swollen, hardening tighter in his hand. Austin made love to Kitt.
“I’m coming,” Kitt groaned, his eyes still closed tight.
“Me too,” Austin whispered, giving in to the moment.
His hips bucked in erratic clumsy strokes as his orgasm exploded in wave after wave of ecstasy.
Austin couldn’t seem to stop the movement of his hips and couldn’t be sure that Kitt actually came.
Everything closed in on him until there was nothing else but him and this man under him.
For the first time ever, Austin was at one with another human being.
Kitt was an extension of himself, and it felt so right to connect on this level.
Austin dropped forward on top of Kitt, falling face-first, but Kitt was ready for him.
=?=
“I need to go,” Kitt said, looking over the kitchen bar at the clock on the oven.
“No, don’t leave until morning! I’m not done with you yet,” Austin said, pulling Kitt back into his arms as a yawn escaped him.
“It’s already mornin’. It’s five. I need to get goin’ before Mike shows up,” Kitt said. Still, he didn’t move from the embrace Austin held him in. They’d never made it to the bedroom. They’d made it to the living room floor, the kitchen counter, the bathroom, but not to the bedroom.
“I don’t want him to see me leave.” Kitt lifted enough to kiss Austin’s right nipple.
They’d made love, but they’d also watched television, eaten again, talked a little, and laughed over Kitt’s nervous lecture at dinner.
Right then, Kitt stopped his overactive brain from making too much about how well they connected.
It wasn’t “making love,” it was sex. They’d had sex.
Really, really great sex, several times over the last six or seven hours.
It didn’t take them long to find their fit, and boy did they fit well. But, it was still just sex.
“When can I see you again?” Austin asked, threading his hand into the back of Kitt’s hair, tugging him up from his nipple to look him in the eyes.
“When do you want to?” Kitt leaned forward as Austin lifted for a small light kiss.
“I love kissing you, and today,” Austin said, laying his head on the rug. Another yawn formed, and he finally let it out, not able to push it back down.
“You need sleep, and I’m not sure that’s wise,” Kitt answered, pushing up from the sofa. His body was sore, his ass very sore, and he stood stretching up to touch the ceiling.
“Tonight, then. After dark,” Austin said. His eyes stayed on Kitt.
“I could cook,” Kitt threw over his shoulder, looking around for his clothes, before he spotted them on the floor on the other side of the sofa where he took them off hours ago. He would never have expected anything like this when he walked into Austin’s house last night.
“Should I bring anything?” Austin rose to a sitting position, raking his fingers through his hair.
“No, I can get what I need from the main house,” Kitt said, pulling on his clothes. His eyes kept darting over to Austin as he finally stood and walked over to Kitt.
“Okay. If that changes, text me. I put my cell phone number in your phone last night. I wanted you to have it,” Austin said, not letting Kitt button his shirt.
Instead Austin slid his hands in the open shirt, wrapping his arms around Kitt.
“I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I’m a happy man to learn the real thing was far better than the fantasy, because boy, did I have you doing some good stuff in my dreams.” He grinned at Kitt.
Kitt wrapped his arms around Austin and stared at him for several long moments, not saying a word. He felt exactly the same way, except he had ten-plus years of fantasizing about Austin to compare with.
“I need to go. Mike’ll be here soon.” Kitt pulled free of Austin’s hold.
“Hold up, kiss me goodbye.” Kitt couldn’t resist the sexy man leaning against him. He bent in, thoroughly kissing Austin again. It was only under protest that Kitt moved away.
“I gotta go,” Kitt said, purposefully moving to the back door.
“Be careful going home.” Austin followed him to the back door, still completely nude. Kitt opened the door and looked out making sure the barn and surrounding area were quiet before he turned back to Austin.
“Bye,” Kitt muttered, and reached out for a quick sweet kiss.
“Think about me,” Austin said.
“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem.” Kitt finally stepped out on the porch. It was still completely dark outside, the moon was gone and the sun was nowhere near ready to rise. Nothing guided his path.
“That’s the right answer,” Austin said quietly as he watched Kitt make his way to the four-wheeler.