39. Seth
Seth
Now playing: “Rain” by Sleep Token
The few times it rains in San Diego are the worst. Kaden and I are scurrying down the street to my house—both of us drenched from head to toe. Our clothes are sticking to our skin and Kaden’s hair is slicked along his temples.
When we get inside, I rush into the bathroom, turning the shower on before I pull my hoodie off. It lands on the floor with a splash.
“Fuck, it’s cold!” Kaden chuckles, teeth chattering.
“You can shower first,” I tell him.
“No, I’ll wait. It’s your shower,” he says, wrestling with his hoodie to get it off.
“So what? I can wait. Get in there.”
Kaden glances behind me at the shower before he looks back at me.
“It’s big enough for the both of us. Get naked,” he says, kicking his jeans off, completely unaware of what his words do to me.
I fiddle with the zipper of my baggy jeans, staring at him as he shoves his boxer briefs down. It’s not fair. I know he works out and it shows. But the genetics on this guy? Holy hell.
“Come on,” he says, walking past me into the shower. I close my mouth and strip before I follow him.
The shower’s filled with steam from the hot water and Kaden stands there, like he just stepped out of my dreams, water pouring over him. My dick jerks and there’s no hiding in here, but I don’t have time to think about that before Kaden pulls me in by my hand and presses his lips to mine.
I open my mouth and he thrusts his tongue inside as I take another step closer to him and place my arms around him. He keeps one hand on my jaw and the other travels down my side to my hip as the kiss grows hungry. Almost bruising in its intensity. Turning me into liquid.
I can feel his dick hardening between us and I roll my hips against him.
He breaks the kiss, dropping his head back against the wall and exhales a moan.
Kissing his neck, I slide my hand down his stomach, to his dick and stroke him slowly.
His grip on my hip tightens and he thrusts into my hand before he places a hand on my neck, pulling me up and kisses me again.
“Can I try something?” he mumbles against my lips.
“What?”
“Turn around.”
I pull back, looking at him.
He shakes his head. “It’s not—I’m not—I saw something, and I wanna try it,” he says.
“You saw something?”
“Yeah.” He bites down on his bottom lip.
I raise an eyebrow, and he chuckles.
“Yeah, whatever. I did some research.”
“What research?”
He shoots me a look, biting his lips together to hide a smile.
My eyes grow wide. “You watched gay porn?”
“Maybe.”
“Kade!” I gasp. “What did you watch? Did you like it?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe. I… Fuck, shut up!” He laughs a little shyly.
I throw my head back, laughing, and he pushes my chest lightly.
“Fine. We’ll talk more about this but fine. What did you wanna try?”
“Can you turn around?”
I give him one last look before I shift, putting my back against him.
“This conditioner?” he asks, and I turn my head slightly and nod at what he’s holding. The cap snaps open and then there’s a squeezing sound as he pours some onto his hand.
“Tell me if you don’t like it,” he says and steps closer to me. I nod again before I feel his dick between my thighs, slick with conditioner and—fuck! A shiver runs through me like electricity. I’ve never done this before but damn, it’s hot.
“Put your feet closer together,” he says, placing his hands on my hips and when I do, he starts thrusting. Slowly at first, as if to try it out. I’m so turned on, my toes curl on the floor.
“Okay?” he breathes in my ear.
“Yeah. Feels good?”
“Yeah. Fuck!” He places an arm over my chest and with the other, he strokes my dick in time with his thrusts.
He rests his chin on my shoulder, licking my neck and nibbling on my earlobe.
And hearing his every breath, every gasp, every small whimper that leaves his lips—this close to me ear—drives me wild.
The water sloshing around us, the steam filling the space and the almost obscene sounds coming from us both makes my eyes roll back in my head.
I cross my legs and he groans, letting go of my dick to grab hold of my hips with both hands.
“Fuck,” he exhales, his voice barely there. “That feels so good.”
I place a hand on the wall in front of me, bending forward a little, and stroke myself.
“Oh, shit.” He stops moving, breathing hard behind me and places his hand over mine on my dick. Moving it with me.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Too close,” he says.
“So come.”
“Not until you do.”
And that throws me like a shortcut straight to the edge, and when he slowly starts thrusting again and moves his hand down to my balls, rolling them between his fingers, I lose it.
“Fuck, Kade,” I whimper. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah?” He picks up the pace, wrapping his arms around me, pushing me back against his chest and bites my shoulder.
“I’m so fucking close, Seth.” His voice is all strangled and it pushes me over, my cum spraying all over the shower wall. And then he’s coming too. Coating my thighs, and that’s so hot it almost makes me come again.
And then the water turns from hot to freezing in the flip of a coin and we both gasp. Laughing, we shove each other, trying to get out of the shower so fast we both almost trip.
“Morning, Deloulou,” I answer the phone the next morning. “Just give me a sec!” I turn towards Kaden by the door, and smack a kiss on his lips, and freeze. He blinks, and then chuckles, frowning a little.
“Yeah, that was weird,” I say, forcing a chuckle myself. “Sorry.”
He shakes his head when he opens the door, and walks out.
“Hey,” he says, peeking his head back in. “Don’t forget to bring my clothes. And lock the door.”
“Yeah,” I nod, and he closes the door.
“Seth?” Lou says on the phone, remembering me I kept the phone by my ear.
“Was that Kaden?” she says.
“Uh, yeah?”
“Why do you have his clothes?”
I bite the corner of my lip, scratching my cheek. “Uh, yeah, so it was raining like crazy yesterday, you should’ve seen it. Like, really pouring down, and so, he borrowed some of my clothes.”
After our shower, Kaden ended up staying over, and it’s not like he hasn’t ever done that before.
Of course, he has. That’s not the big deal.
The big deal is that after the shower, he borrowed some of my clothes, and I loved to see him in my sweats and hoodie a little too much.
And that apparently gave me the green light to kiss him by the door, like some fucking housewife waving her husband off.
Ugh, get your fucking shit together, Seth!
“Okay, and then he spent the night?”
I scratch my head, walking over to the couch. “I mean, yeah. ‘Cause it was raining like you wouldn’t believe, and—I mean, I couldn’t just let him go out in the pouring—”
“Why are you being all weird?” she asks.
“I’m not being weird. You’re being weird. It’s not like he hasn’t ever spent the night here before. What’s the deal? What’s with the twenty questions?”
“Methinks thou dost protest too much.”
“I’m not. I told you he—”
“Then why are you going off like you’re on the stand, like it’s not not a big deal he spent the night?”
“Because you sound like my mom, it’s a trauma response.”
She chuckles “Okay, so why did you kiss him then?”
I scoff. And huff. And scoff again. “I didn’t kiss him. I—” I scratch my ear. “It was a joke. I kissed him as a joke, to see what—”
“Put on FaceTime.”
“What? No. Why?”
“Put. On. FaceTime. Right now, Seth!”
I make a frustrated face before I switch to FaceTime. Lou appears on the screen, wearing a frown.
“Heey,” I drawl. “Did you get highlights?”
“Girl,” she says, shooting me a raised eyebrow. “Don’t change the subject. But yes,” she says, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Looks amazing!”
“Thanks! What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, pulling the neck of my sweater up over my chin to cover my neck.
“You’re a terrible liar. How did you ever get away with anything when we were kids?”
“I’m not lying?”
“You’re literally covering your mouth. That’s like How Liars Lie 101.”
“I’m cold,” I state.
She just raises a perfect eyebrow at me, sucking her cheeks in, and that look always gets me, so I drop the sweater, raking a hand through my hair and down my face.
“What’s that? On your neck.” She leans forward, closer to the phone.
I sigh. “Hickeys.”
“From?”
“Someone,” I shake my head. “Just someone.”
“What’s his name?”
“I don’t remember. I don’t think he even gave it to me—”
“Seth!”
“Fine! It’s Kaden!” I throw my arm out. “Okay? It’s Kaden.”
Her eyes grow huge. “What? But I thought he was straight.”
“Yeah, well, so did I but apparently, it’s not all black and white.”
“So, are you together? Why haven’t you told—”
“We’re not together. Not like that. We’re…” I sigh again, hunching forward on the couch. “We kind of settled on an agreement.”
“An agreement?” She frowns.
“Yeah.”
“What kind of agreement?”
I shrug. “To, like, get off. Together.”
“You mean you’re having sex? You’re hooking up?”
“Basically, yeah.”
“What do you mean basically? It’s a yes or no question?”
“Then fucking yes.”
“But you’re not together?”
“No, Lou,” I state, getting a little annoyed. “We’re not together. We’re just friends helping each other out.”
“But you still like him, right? So, does he know?”
“Of course not!” I snap.
She drops her head in her hand, shaking her head. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” she barks, dragging a hand down her face. “This is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”
“I think you’re—”
“Remember Phoenix? This is worse!”
“Are you insane?” I frown at her.
“No, but you clearly are. What’s wrong with you?”
“Well, it’s all your fault!” I snap.
“What?!”
“You told me to get high on some fucking Viagra drug with the guy you know I have a crush on. What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?” I yell.
She gapes at me, eyes bulging out of her head. “This been going on since—”
“No. Yes. Sort of.” I shake my head, dragging a hand down my face.
“I need specifics.”
“Two months, maybe.” And four days and twelve hours.
“Time out,” she says, muting the call. I roll my eyes.