Chapter 3 #3
When I called myself back to my senses or whatever was left of them, I pulled away just enough to look into his eyes. The pleading expression on his face devastated me. “Don’t stop,” he said, only his lips moving, his voice lost under the wrecking volume of the speakers around us.
I couldn’t stop. Even if I tried, I couldn’t perform that miracle. I was in the very center of the storm, and the storm dictated my every move.
My hands found the bottom edge of his T-shirt, and I lifted it off his body. It slipped over his head, leaving his stocky torso bare, muscles glistening with sweat under the flashing reflector light.
“Fuck, you’re still so gorgeous,” I murmured, thankful that he couldn’t hear me. I wasn’t the romantic type. Not so long as Seth was far away and I could control myself.
Seth stepped into my arms in the next heartbeat, merging our bodies in sweat and desire, hooking his fingers inside my belt and holding on to me, teasing me with more whenever he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, dragging his dick over mine.
The people bumped into us, drunk and high. We moved with the throng, even though we were neither. I was high on him, on his presence, on his touch, and he was lost in the maze and holding on to me.
He rose to the tips of his toes, kissing my lips softly, then harder.
He kissed me with the unrestrained desire of someone who’d done this countless times.
Even the idea of that made me boil with anger.
It hadn’t been me he’d practice kissing with.
But I had known that already. I’d known that Seth had met some nice guy in Chicago, was lab partners with him, and started a nice little relationship that led to the guy visiting Seth for the winter holidays.
I hadn’t gone home last Christmas. Not because Seth had brought a date, but because Blades of Northwood was filming, and raising my profile seemed more important than another family dinner descending into madness and bickering.
The thought of Seth dating some guy who wasn’t me hadn’t bothered me. It had been an inevitability I had prepared myself for. Yet now that he was in my arms, I kissed him all the harder for finding his way to me.
He tasted like summer and unspoken promises. It wasn’t a flavor you’d expect to find in a den of despair like this.
And when he pulled his head back and batted those ridiculously long eyelashes at me, I was speechless. He smiled at me. “I hope you know a quieter place.”
I nodded. Every alarm went off at once. Abort.
Abort. But my feet moved over our trampled clothes, and I led the way through the crowd, hands touching me in passing, feeling the steel of a famous body, smearing the sweat of a guy they’d thirsted after all year.
I didn’t push them away. They couldn’t have me tonight.
I was Seth’s for all his wicked pleasures and his to discard if he wanted to. We’d established that already.
As we came to the staircase, people arrived, passing into the basement and clearing a path for us. Seth didn’t hesitate when I moved again. He panted and hurried up the stairs with me, letting me hold his hand as I led us upstairs. Bedrooms belonged to no one tonight. They were free for all.
On the ground floor, couples kissed, danced, and undressed in various corners. I passed through it all, barely seeing it, as I led Seth to a bedroom with an open door on the far side of the house. It was small and lit by the outside lights pouring in through the windows.
Seth shut the door behind us, and my heart leaped.
“Don’t you think…” I said, then hesitated. “Shouldn’t we have a conversation first?”
Seth laughed. “I’d rather suck your dick.”
Every muscle in my body tensed. “Is this…who you are now?”
He held my gaze, chest rising and falling. He shook his head. “I don’t know who this is,” he said. “I just know it’s easy with you. So…do you want to?”
I had never even considered saying no to him. It hadn’t been on the table last year or the year before. So long as I knew how to shut off all those silly things like feelings and heartache, I could simply reach out and take him.
“Seth,” I whispered.
“Don’t talk,” he said, stepping closer. “We don’t want to ruin this.”
I melted into him, arms wrapping around his body as the beat of the music pulsed through the walls. Seth rose higher, pressed against me, and lifted his head for me to kiss him.
Hunger for his thick, full lips filled me. I was ravenous for him. My mouth slammed against his, and I kissed him without another moment of consideration. We could consider it tomorrow when we were sober, clear of the fog of lust, free of the surprise and the novelty of it.
If we kept it casual, we could have what we had last summer. But we had to keep it casual.
His fingers were nimble, unbuckling my belt and parting the zipper, freeing me from the tightness of my pants and making me grunt into his open mouth.
“Fuck,” he huffed, biting my lip for a moment, savoring the flavor of it. “I wasn’t planning to do this.”
“What happened to no talking?” I asked.
His hand slipped inside my open pants, and he closed it around my dick, applying pressure that made my eyeballs hurt. “That only applies to you,” he said.
I laughed, kissing him as his hand moved along my cock. I was dying to feel his hand on me without the barrier of my underwear. He knew that, I could tell. He knew it and didn’t want to give it to me.
“But it’s you,” he said, pulling me closer. “I just can’t resist you.” He stepped closer, pushing me back to the closed door until my back hit it, breath breaking from my lips, sliding into Seth’s mouth.
He kissed me harder, moving his hand away from my cock and tugging my pants down my legs.
My hand moved along the back of his neck, rising through the locks of his hair until I closed my fist and pulled his head back to look into his eyes. The look of fascination and danger mixed on his face, and I knew it so well. “Just tell me one thing,” I said.
He lifted his eyebrows. “Shoot.”
“Did Nick annoy you today?” I asked.
“You’re annoying me by bringing him up,” Seth said.
I chuckled and shook my head. “I don’t mind being used,” I said. “But I like to know.”
“Maybe I’m just happy to see you,” Seth said, leaning in until I could feel his hard cock pressing against mine, his pants concealing nothing. “Maybe you drive me crazy, Damon.”
I laughed and nodded. “He annoyed you a lot, huh?”
Seth slipped his hand between us and held me again, squeezing me just hard enough to make me wince. “I have an idea how to shut you up.”
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I tried. Seth put both hands on my shoulders, switching the strategy, and pushed me down to my knees.
I had forgotten how good he looked from below. I’d had my fair share of kneeling, but nobody had ever been so glorious and beautiful from this angle. Nobody but Seth.
“Go on, soldier,” Seth said, his voice husky and low. “Let me see what you’ve got.”
I put my hands on his waist and pulled him in, pressing my wet lips against his stomach, kissing the trail from his belly button to the edge of his pants. There, I bit the fabric and undid the button with my teeth, pulling on the edge of the pants until the zipper yielded and opened for me.
“Fuck,” Seth mumbled, fingers running through my hair. “Keep going.”
My hands slipped just for long enough to pull his pants down to his ankles. When I lifted them again, they slapped against that perfect ass, feeling the fullness of it and the firmness beneath the soft fabric of his underwear.
I dragged my lips along his cock, moving from the base to the tip where it rested against his hip. It was as easy as if the whole last year hadn’t even happened.
My heart thundered with this ridiculous happiness as I growled and got the fabric caught between my teeth, pulling it down Seth’s waist, dragging his cock with it, undressing him to finally take what I wanted.
I didn’t think. I didn’t want to. Who needed the talk of feelings when it would ruin something so perfect?
The happiness that made my heart dance a jig in my chest had everything to do with the simplicity of it, the ease with which we could skip to the good part.
Yet I didn’t fool myself by thinking there wasn’t more to it.
It was only that I needed to keep the “more” away from whatever this was.
The fun was in the fact that his brother was a controlling asshole and that I was Seth’s personal rebellion. The fun was in the fact that this wasn’t supposed to happen. So what were two stubborn guys supposed to do?
I yanked his underwear down, letting his cock spring free, passing just by my face. The scent of precum and musk mixed in my nostrils as I pulled his underwear down with my hands, leaving them around his ankles.
Seth breathed deeply through his open mouth as I leaned in. My gaze flicked up to meet his beautiful, wide eyes, and I parted my lips and pressed against the base of his cock.
He was eight hard inches of pure desire as I dragged my mouth along him to wrap my lips around the tip, taking him into my mouth with the ease I had never lost. He was just as delicious and just as excited as he had always been, throbbing gently twice by the time I took him near my throat.
The defiant smile playing across his face reassured me as I placed my hands on his smooth, firm ass, pulling him closer and bobbing my head down on his hard cock.
Each little move took him deeper into my throat, and each playful move of my tongue over the rim of his cock’s head made him pulse inside my mouth.
I could toy with Seth all night, and it wouldn’t be enough.
What I craved, really craved deep down, was to take him away to some distant place where nobody knew us, take him and lock us up for days with only room service to interrupt us with the sole purpose of not starving, and to explore with him every wicked delight known to man.