27. Kyle
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
KYLE
“ I know what’ll cheer you up,” Ren whispers as we lie in bed kissing. He makes his way down my neck, flicking his tongue out to tease me with the cool metal of his piercing.
“Fuck, I miss that cat,” I whine for the millionth time since we took Socks back to the animal sanctuary. I know I should be happy he’s getting adopted into a good home, but I just wish it could have been me.
“Stop thinking about the cat, and let me make you feel good,” Ren murmurs against my skin, continuing his kisses and nips.
I do as he says, closing my eyes and allowing the sensations to take over. His warm, wet tongue travels down to my nipple, licking and lapping.
“Oh God, I didn’t know that could feel so good.” Ren tugs on the tender nub with his teeth, distracting me from my sadness.
Continuing his assault down my abs to the edge of my briefs, he stops for a moment and presses his face into the fabric, inhaling deeply and catching me off guard.
Marissa always complained if I had the faintest musky smell, so to have Ren relish and appreciate me, enjoying my body for what it is, has me ready to come in my underwear like an overeager teenager.
My erection is straining against the front of my briefs, dying to be released. Ren slips his fingers into the waistband, yanking them down to my thighs and allowing my cock to spring free.
He presses his face to my groin once again, breathing me in. “Fuck, Ky. I love your scent.” He starts to pepper kisses around the base of my cock, flicking his tongue ring out and trailing it up the underside of my length.
A long groan escapes me as he gets to the tip, gathering the precum there.
“And I love your taste.” He swallows, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking hard.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, grabbing onto the back of his head and gathering the long hair there. I use my grip to push him down further, getting a sick thrill out of the gagging noise he makes.
I ease up, allowing him to take a breath before pushing him down even further. We continue at this pace, and it doesn’t take long before I’m shooting down his throat.
“You’re a hair-puller,” Ren teases, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not gonna lie, that’s pretty fucking hot. I’m used to it the other way around, but I can’t deny I like to be on the receiving end.” Warren winks, and I can feel the heat traveling to my cheeks.
I’m afraid to take things as far as actual sex. There’s no coming back from that.
There just isn’t.
If you fuck your best friend, things either end up absolutely magical or completely fucking toxic.
And ruined.
I would hate for Ren and I to end up as the latter.
Just as Ren starts to pull his briefs down, my phone goes off.
“Shit! It’s my mom. I need to answer this. I missed her call last time we were messing around, and you know how worried she gets.”
Warren throws his head back onto the bed, adjusting his dick in his underwear. “Preparing for blue balls,” he whines, and I toss a pair of shorts at him before slipping on my own.
I grab my phone as we both sit against the headboard, FaceTiming her back.
“Well, don’t you two look cozy!” she says in greeting.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hey, Mama Carol.”
“I’m a little hurt you haven’t kept in touch better, but it seems like this trip has brought you boys even closer together, and that just makes me so happy.”
This is awkward.
Why do I feel so awkward?
“See? You don’t always need girls around to have fun. Two boys can have a perfectly fine time together.”
I nearly choke on my own spit, my face on fire.
I hope she doesn’t notice.
“ If she only knew, ” Ren mutters, and I kick his leg off camera.
“Yeah. We’ve had a really great time, Mom, and we’ll tell you all about it when we get home. We’ve just been living in the moment, ya know?”
“I understand, honey. I just want to know that you’re both safe.”
“We’re being complete angels, Mama Carol. Promise.” Warren crosses his heart like we did when we were kids.
“Mhm. Not so sure I believe that coming from you, Renny.”
“Hey! We fostered a kitten last night.”
My mom gasps, clutching her heart. “Oh my. I hope you took pictures.”
“Of course,” Ren reassures her. “And we’ll show you everything when we get back.”
“Looking forward to it,” Mom says with a smile. “Now, I don’t mean to nag, but as your mother, I have to ask if you’ve been eating well. I’m sure the groceries I got you didn’t last long knowing you two,” she chuckles.
“Uhh . . .” I stammer. We’ve picked up a few staples like milk and bread from convenience stores along our way, but we could definitely try harder.
“Please tell me you’re eating healthy and not surviving on fast food and beer.”
“Do sandwiches and cereal count?”
“Kyle William Fitzpatrick!”
Ugh. I hate when she uses my full name.
Ren snickers next to me, but she gets him too.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook, Warren Alessio!”
“I lament the day you found out my middle name, Mama Carol.”
“I think I’ve dealt with your shenanigans enough to have earned the right to wield such power,” my mom says wisely.
“Fair point,” Ren admits, shrugging his shoulders.
“Now, before we get off track, I want you boys to find a nice little farmers’ market nearby and go shopping.” She lowers her voice, getting closer to the phone. “I’ll text you a few easy recipes and send you some money, but don’t tell your father. He already thought the first load of groceries was overkill, but he just doesn’t understand a mother’s worry for her children’s nutrition. So for God’s sake, go eat a salad.”
My parents have been together for twenty-five years, and even though my mom likes to sneak me and Ren extra help here and there, they have an amazing relationship. It’s the kind of love I’ve always wanted, and the future I’ve modeled my own after.
Ren and I both thank her profusely for her thoughtfulness, even though we don’t really want to deal with shopping for healthy food or cooking big meals while we’re on vacation.
We say our goodbyes, and I click on Safari, fully accepting that my afternoon is about to be filled with fresh produce as I search for a nearby market.
It turns out the closest farmers’ market that’s up to Ren’s Google standards is forty miles west. So, we’re on our way to an adorable little Hallmark town known for its award-winning produce.
“Man, your mom’s seriously the best,” Ren says out of the blue. “She’s always lookin’ out.”
I glance over, catching a fond little smile on his lips.
“Yeah. She is pretty awesome, huh?” I murmur before letting out a long yawn.
Warren hums his agreement as I drift off to sleep, memories from years ago seeping into my dreams.
Brightly-colored flyers dot the rows of tables when we walk into our sixth grade homeroom. Ren picks one up, reading the large words printed across the top out loud.
“ Mom and Son Fun Night. ”
He glances up at me, his gray eyes instantly welling up with tears that make my stomach hurt. “I—” His voice cracks. “I don’t have a mom!”
Ren bursts into tears, dropping the paper and spinning on his heel. He bolts out of the classroom, sprinting toward the boy’s restroom.
I take off after him, my sneakers squeaking against the linoleum floor.
He turns the corner, and I lose sight of him, but I know where he went.
I slowly push the bathroom door open. “Ren? You in here?”
I close my eyes and listen for a moment, hearing sniffling coming from the handicapped stall at the end.
“Renny?” I whisper-shout, hoping he’ll talk to me.
Silence.
“Look, Renny. I know you’re in here. Please just come out.”
“Go back to class before you get a tardy, Kyle.”
“No,” I reply stubbornly, ready to ruin my perfect attendance and zero tardiness record for him.
“Nothing you say can fix it,” he croaks.
My mind scrambles, trying to think of something, but he doesn’t have a grandmother or any aunts nearby to take him either.
“My mom will take us both,” I say matter-of-factly. “She’ll love it.”
The stall finally opens. “Really?” His eyes are red and puffy, but they light up with hope, so I smile reassuringly.
“Yeah, Renny. Of course. We’re best friends. Forever.”
I’m torn from the dream when Ren hits a pothole, jostling my head against the window.
“Whoops! Sorry ’bout that.”
I grumble, rubbing my forehead.
Ren glances over at me, chuckling. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty .”
The fact that I’m not a morning person applies to naps, too, so when he glances over, I give him the middle finger.
Warren barks out a loud laugh that I choose to ignore.
Slouching in my seat—intent on going back to sleep—I pull my baseball cap low and fold my arms across my chest. “Wake me when we get there.”
“We may have gone a little overboard,” Ren says as he sets the containers of locally made peanut brittle and chocolate covered pretzels down on the counter.
“It’s fine, seriously,” I reassure him. “My mom wants us to eat well, and besides, we’re making up for all those boring-ass ham sandwiches we ate.”
Not that I dislike them.
After the farmers’ market, we found a completely vacant RV park using the app that Ren downloaded.
There’s no scenery here, but it’ll do the job for one night before we hit the road to California.
We stocked up on fresh produce like strawberries, watermelon, tomatoes, and eggplant. We also grabbed enough lettuce, cucumber, and carrots for a week’s worth of salad, as well as a dozen free-range eggs.
I’m glad my mom pushed us to do this. We had a blast, and now we’ll be eating well for the rest of our trip.
I pull up my texts, scrolling through the different recipes she just sent me. “Okay, if you wanna make dessert, I’ll make dinner,” I offer to Ren who just shrugs, accepting the job without a fuss.
“What are we making?” he asks, his steely eyes scanning the selection of strawberries, tomatoes, cucumbers, and bell peppers, landing on the watermelon longingly.
“Eggplant lasagna and strawberry shortcakes, but we don’t have to start yet. We can relax and chill.”
“Oh, thank God. I wasn’t trying to bitch, but I really don’t feel like doing shit right now. That was a lot of walking,” Ren admits with a relieved grin. “Can we slice up that watermelon and hit the roof for some sunbathing?”
“Sounds good to me.”
We change into our swim trunks and spray sunscreen on, washing our hands thoroughly before Ren helps me cut the watermelon into quarters.
I put most of it away in a giant Tupperware my mom packed, but I also make a plate full of triangle wedges to take to the roof.
Ren’s already up there with our favorite blanket laid out. He’s lying on his back with dark shades on and the music low.
My eyes zero in on the small beads of sweat gathering between his pecs. I get the strangest urge to lick the droplets away before they drip down his torso, teasing me further as they caress each ridge on their way south.
I shake my head, glancing away before he catches me.
“Watermelon is served,” I announce, setting it on the roof between us as I take a seat.
“Fuck yes,” Ren says, grabbing a slice, uncaring if it drips everywhere.
And it does.
The watermelon juice joins the sweat beading on his chest, making a sticky mess that perks my cock right up.
Fuck.
I will the chub away, biting into my own messy treat and humming at the sweet flavor.
We continue to eat slice after slice in silence, spitting any black seeds over the edge of the RV.
Ren takes a particularly big bite, sucking on the slice before he pulls it out of his mouth. “Mmm,” he moans as the pink juice dribbles down his chin. “I fucking love watermelon.”
“I see,” I tease.
“Especially when your mom uses the world’s smallest ice cream scoop and makes those tiny little balls. Fuck, I love Mama Carol’s watermelon balls.”
“ Ren! Shut up!” I yell with a laugh. “Please don’t use my mom’s name and the word balls in the same sentence ever again.”
Ren snickers, clearly pleased with himself.
Watermelon juice drips from his chin, plopping onto his chest and trailing down his abs.
“You want a taste?” he suddenly asks.
“Hmm?” My brows crease.
“You keep staring at me. So, I was just sayin’, if you want a taste . . .” He sweeps his hand down his body. “ Go for it. ”
Even though I have dark Ray-Bans on, and he can’t see where I’m looking, he somehow recognizes the lust stirring deep within my eyes and low in my belly.
I set the rind on the plate and crawl over, licking my lips as I stare at him for a moment.
God, he’s hot.
Starting at his waistband, I place the flat of my tongue against his abdomen, causing it to hollow out as he sucks in a sharp breath of air.
“ Fuuuck. ” He draws the word out as I trail my tongue up each groove on his toned stomach, between his pecs, and up to his mouth, savoring his salty-sweet taste.
Before I can kiss him further, the tables are turned and Ren suddenly flips us so that my back is pressed to the blanket and he’s leaning over me.
“My turn for a taste.” His grin is sinful, and for some reason, I feel like I’m about to be debased.
He reaches for my waistband, intent on getting me naked.
“ Ren. It’s broad daylight. Someone could see,” I hiss. “I can’t get arrested if I want to go to law school.”
Ren laughs, pulling my shorts down anyway, allowing my erection to spring free. “No one’s here, this place is completely vacant. Just relax and don’t worry about it. Simply enjoy.” He pushes my legs apart, settling in between them on his belly.
My cock is throbbing, desperate for his wet mouth and pierced tongue, but I can’t ruin my future over one watermelon blow job.
“Ren—”
But as soon as he leans forward and swipes the tip of his tongue against my slit, swirling it around the sensitive skin underneath my crown, every concern melts away.
“Oh, fuuuck,” I moan, closing my eyes as he takes me into his warm mouth, sucking me slowly and deeply before popping off.
“Keep your eyes closed, Ky,” Ren whispers seductively.
A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine and up my dick, making it pulse with desire.
Something cold and wet drips onto my hard cock, and I gasp at the shocking sensation.
“ Ren! ” I cry out, as the feeling is countered by his hot mouth sucking me like a fucking popsicle.
I bend my knees, placing my bare feet against the blanket and using my leverage to fuck into his mouth.
He reaches between my legs and grabs hold of my balls, tugging on them and driving me wild.
“I’m coming!” I shout, threading my fingers through his soft hair and pressing his head down while I surge forward, shooting my load into the back of his throat.
My cock continues to pulse with aftershocks when he pulls off and flops next to me, coughing a little. “Holy shit, dude. You just owned my mouth.”
I snort at his casualness. “Sorry?”
“No, you’re not,” he chuckles.
“You’re right. I’m not, ’cause I know you fucking loved it.”
“Yup,” he agrees with a raspy chuckle. “I sure as fuck did.”
“For real though, you okay?” I ask, wanting to be certain.
“Perfectly fine, Ky. But thanks for caring,” Warren assures me with a wink before he leans forward and shoves his tongue into my mouth.
He tastes like watermelon and cum.
I smile into the kiss, loving every second of it.