Chapter 13 #2
“Well, I think it’s pretty simple,” Seth said. “No, I’m not angry, jealous, or envious of Carl, if that’s what you’re asking. And I’m definitely not disgusted.”
It was impossible not to believe him. Not when he was staring at Ren with all the truth in his eyes.
He meant every damn word he was saying.
“How could I be?” Seth kept talking, probably because Ren was just standing there staring at him, his jaw slack, half in disbelief, half in a riotous, painfully sharp hope.
“I’m here, with you. He’s not. None of those guys are.
But I am. And,” he added, leaning in another fraction, and oh, those lips were so close.
There was nothing Ren wanted more than to lose himself in them.
”And, you said we were on a date. So I can safely assume if this date continues to go well, I’ll get another. ”
Ren nodded slowly, biting his bottom lip. Seth was not wrong. There would undeniably be another date. Ren was kinda counting on it.
“Yeah,” Ren said, and he could hear the arousal in his voice. Feel it in his cock, as it pressed against Seth’s thigh. He couldn’t wait to get home and get naked with him.
“Is that a yeah, I’m going to get another?” Seth asked, smiling again.
“Are you trying to bribe me for another date with a kiss?” Ren asked archly.
“It depends on if it’s working or not.” Seth looked boyishly pleased with himself.
It was a really good look on him, and Ren vowed to himself to put that look in his eyes as often as he could.
Because who was he kidding?
There were going to be a lot more dates.
“Come on,” Ren said, pulling out his most seductive voice, the one that had never failed, “let’s go home and go to bed.”
Ren was always beautiful.
He was an extraordinary amalgamation of colors and features and it hurt almost to look at him.
Seth was learning that there was so much more to Ren than the way he looked, but tonight, the brilliance of his mind outshining the beauty of his face.
And Ren like this? Naked out on his bed, on his sheets, lips curved up into a smile, eyes glowing with happiness and with frustrated lust—but also the sheer genius of his mind.
He was so fucking smart, and nobody really knew.
Nobody except him.
Seth took a deep, steadying breath.
“What are you still doing over there?” Ren demanded playfully.
“And what are you still doing dressed?” He’d barely kept his hands to himself on their Uber ride back to Seth’s house, and the moment they’d made it to the bedroom, he’d barely been able to tear his lips off Seth’s long enough to pull his t-shirt off.
Then his jeans came off, and his underwear, and then he was naked, and holy hell, it was an incredible sight.
Ren hadn’t said it, but winning—especially winning trivia night—clearly made him hot. And whatever made Ren hot, definitely made Seth hot.
“Maybe,” Seth teased, ignoring the heavy ache of his cock, and leaning down on the bed instead, just inches away from the tantalizing feast that was Ren’s body, “maybe I want you to work a little harder for it. Can’t be giving in too easy, can I?”
“Easy?” Ren arched a flawless eyebrow. “Come over here and I’ll show you how much I want it. Want you.”
Seth slid back an inch on the bed just as Ren reached for him. “Wait,” he said, even as his whole body screamed out the opposite.
Ren was warm and naked and wanting, his cock hard and red at the tip, the yearning obvious in every line of his body. “We’ve done plenty of waiting. Take off your clothes, damnit.”
“You’re beautiful like this, you know,” Seth said. He meant it, of course he did, because he’d have to be blind not to see it, but also because he was trying to get his shit together.
It would be so easy to get lost in the pleasure Ren was offering—and he was afraid of surrendering himself to it.
“I’m aware,” Ren said, licking his lips. Like he could still taste Seth on them. Seth’s blood pounded in his ears.
“You know it, but you know what gets me even hotter than seeing you like this?” Seth asked.
“No, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”
Ren sounded so disgruntled, Seth almost laughed.
“You, schooling those guys on obscure history points, you answering questions about the Rolling Stones’ first album without blinking, you owning everyone’s asses because you’re fucking brilliant? That’s hot.”
Ren stared at him for a second, then another. Then a third. The air thickened between them, until Seth thought he might lose control just from the heat in Ren’s eyes.
“Are you saying that me being smart turns you on?”
“Fuck yes it does.”
Seth didn’t have a moment to brace himself before Ren was crowding into his space, kneeling on the bed, and tugging his t-shirt off with trembling fingers, their mouths fusing together.
His hands were chilly, but he was overheating, and they felt so good on his skin.
So good that he didn’t even protest as they descended lower, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, tugging them down.
“God bless,” Ren panted as he nibbled on Seth’s ear, “you and your habit of going commando.”
“You like it?”
“God, I love it,” Ren said and Seth didn’t have the heart to bat his hands away when they reached for his cock, doing something clever that felt fucking amazing, his calloused fingertips slipping around the head. “Come to bed.”
Seth leaned down and kissed him, poured everything he had into the kiss, every ounce of wonder and amazement and astonishment that Ren was here, and Ren was not only everything he’d dreamed, but somehow, more, too.
He was a miracle. His fucking miracle.
Ren groaned into his mouth, his fingers digging into Seth’s shoulders, his hips undulating against Seth’s, searching for some kind of friction.
He pulled back a fraction, taking in Ren with cloudy, dazed eyes, and red, swollen lips. Gorgeous.
“First,” he said, his own voice gravelly and rough as he pulled down his jeans the rest of the way, and toed off his socks, “tell me something.”
“As long as you keep kissing me like that, I’ll tell you anything at all.” A smile broke over Ren’s face, and he was so perfect it was hard to even look at him.
“Where,” Seth asked, “was Pablo Picasso born?”
Ren shot him a look full of disbelief. “You want to do trivia now?”
Seth reached down and gripped his cock, holding it tightly, because it was throbbing now, twitching at the little bursts of pleasure he was getting from his own touch. “You want this, Lorenzo?” he asked.
Licking his lips, Ren nodded emphatically. “He was born . . . uh . . . he was born in . . . he was born in Spain. I think.” He laughed. “I’m not sure I remember where I was born right now.”
“Good enough,” Seth said and pushed him back down on the bed, covering his body with his own. He prided himself on his self-control but Ren splintered it like nobody else had. Not just because he was so attractive. Because he was so Ren.
Ren gasped as Seth reached down, and wrapped his fingers around his cock, tugging it insistently.
“What do you want?” he asked. Tried to sound reasonable, but Seth was pretty sure it came out more like a demand.
He was that close to the edge, riding it hard and fast. It seemed inevitable that Ren was going to make him lose even the barest semblance of control.
Ren bucked against him, eyes going dark and blurry. “Fuck me,” he murmured, “please fuck me.”
Then he turned over, pushing himself up on shaky knees, and Seth’s mind whited out entirely.
He knew he’d grabbed lube and a condom from the drawer by the bed, but later he didn’t remember fingering Ren until he cried out, fingers digging into his hips, didn’t remember putting the condom on, but he must have, because the moment he was sinking into Ren’s incredible ass, everything suddenly became very clear, every sensation so bright they were unforgettable.
“God, just like that.” Ren’s voice was garbled by the pillow he was gripping as he pushed back on Seth’s cock, as he gently rocked into him. “God, fucking wreck me.”
If anyone was wrecked, it was Seth. He’d never lost so much control but Ren seemed to wrest it away from him as easy as breathing.
“You want it like this?” he murmured, leaning over Ren’s body, stroking out slow and unhurried, even as his body screamed for him to take him hard and fast and wild. “Or do you want it . . .”
Seth didn’t get the words out before Ren was pushing himself backwards with intent. Fucking himself on Seth’s dick.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Seth gasped out, because the sensation was so good, the pleasure so intense he could barely manage to hang on.
It was easy to forget that Ren was strong, almost as strong as him, because his body was such a fucking work of art, but Seth remembered when Ren suddenly slumped to the bed, and then wrapping his arms around Seth’s shoulders, flipped them.
Seth was so surprised that he couldn’t help the moan that was punched out of him as Ren slid back onto his cock, hands braced against his chest.
He was so close to coming, it was all he could do to clench his fingers into fists, squeeze his eyes shut, and hold on for the ride, which was fucking spectacular.
“No,” Ren said insistently, and leaned in, riding Seth with a force that took Seth’s breath away. “You can’t close your eyes or turn away. Look at me.”
It was too much, like staring into the sun, but Seth opened his eyes, because he couldn’t do anything else, not when Ren begged him like that.
“I’m gonna . . .” Seth heard how garbled he sounded, how desperate. “I’m gonna . . .”
“Good,” Ren said with satisfaction, and the moment he wrapped his hand around his own cock, pulling it in time with his thrusts, Seth was gone, flying off the cliff, coming in waves of a fierce, possessive pleasure that he’d never experienced.
And then Ren was coming too, tightening around him, groaning as he worked himself through it, splattering his come up Seth’s naked skin.
Like he was marking him. Like he liked marking him up.
Seth had had plenty of sex. But it had never felt like this before.
Not ever.
And it had definitely never felt so good as when Ren collapsed onto him, his cheek pressed to his chest, his breathing heavy.
“Oh God,” Ren breathed out unsteadily. “That was . . .”
Seth had never pretended to have any words. “Yeah,” he said. ”Yeah.”
For a long moment Ren didn’t say anything else. And then he spoke again.
“Was it . . . has it . . .”
Seth had a feeling that Ren was stumbling over his words not because all the blood had currently exited his brain but because this was new for him, too.
“Never,” Seth said firmly.
Ren sighed. “Me either,” he said.
And Seth knew, then, without a doubt, that they’d just reached unexplored territory.