Chapter 6 Seth #2
And when we ran out of cards, the difference was clear without having to count the cards.
“Off,” Damon declared, lifting his mug in a toast. “Take something off.”
I stripped one sock, and for the answer to my earlier question when Damon sucked his teeth and said they went in pairs.
“I’ve got two of them,” I protested.
“You’d never put on one sock and go for a run,” Damon said. “Therefore, they go together.”
I took off the other one and shuffled the deck. The wine went easily, and Damon poured a little more into my mug.
The second round was quicker. I’d fallen back into the old days of playing the game, but I still had no luck. There was no skill involved, of course, only an overthinking mind that somehow always got it wrong.
Damon laughed loudly when I miserably lost the second round. “I’m enjoying this more now that we’re all grown up.”
I lifted my hoodie over my head and tossed it on the chair, shrugging. The room was warm, and Damon’s gaze seared me as it passed over my bare torso.
When my luck finally turned on the next game, Damon had the nerve to take his jacket off and remain fully clothed.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked. “I didn’t have a jacket.”
“How’s that my fault?” he cried. “I was smart in how I dressed.”
“I’m just saying, it’s an imbalance that’s unfair.”
“Just wait until you see how many layers I’m hiding under the hoodie,” he teased, but I knew there were none. I’d already seen his abs.
“I’m calling that bluff,” I said.
“Fair enough,” he said, shuffling the cards. “But there is no imbalance in how many pieces each of us was wearing at the start.”
I frowned and drank my wine. “How so?”
“You’ll find out if you play the next three games well,” he said.
I counted it. Socks, hoodie, pants. The thought of it made my heart race a little faster. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He was right here, on my bed, without any underwear.
Why that was the hottest thing ever, I had no idea, but the room just got unbearably hot.
“Are you getting hard, Kane?” he asked, his gaze dropping down to my crotch as I slouched a little deeper.
“Just deal the cards,” I said.
He did, giving me a full hand of terribly mismatched cards.
The simplicity of it, the innocence, made the night so much more bearable.
For all my cocky attitude at the frat den, I didn’t know what I was doing.
I was improvising, trying to match his freak, and hoping things wouldn’t go terribly wrong.
It was one thing to fool around a bit when neither one expected anything. But tonight was brimming with expectations. For all our flings in the past and secret kisses and sneaking around, we had never gotten to this.
There was something slightly disconcerting about knowing you would sleep with someone you’d known your whole life. These things simply didn’t happen. You didn’t just jump into bed with someone that familiar.
Yet here we were.
“Go fish,” he said, and I had forgotten which card I had even asked about. I fished, but they were all mismatched again.
One after another, Damon paired them up, tossed them on his growing pile, and dusted his hands off once we ran out of new cards.
His eyes were dark, pupils shot wide like he’d treated them with nightshade, and his chest was rising and falling slowly in controlled breaths.
I peeled off my sweatpants and remained in nothing but a pair of navy blue briefs. I returned to the bed and yanked the pillow from behind me, tucking it into my lap and shooting Damon a murderous look.
“Don’t be shy,” he said. “I like you when you’re hard.”
“You don’t like me,” I said. “We tolerate each other.”
“Exactly. I tolerate you when you’re hard,” he said.
We laughed a little, each enjoying it in our own special way. We played another round that had him finally stripping off his socks. I needed to win two more consecutive games, or I would be sitting here naked, suffering his insufferable teasing.
I drank my wine and promptly lost the next game.
Damon swept the cards off the bed and stuffed them into the box, tossing it onto the desk and leaning in. “Take them off, Kane. Rules are rules.”
I looked at his lips, the way they shone under the light of my reading lamp, red and wet and so impossibly soft. “Make me.”
“You wouldn’t break the rules,” he said in disbelief.
“What if I would?”
“I…I’d have to enforce them,” he said.
“Do it.” I lifted my chin in defiance.
He looked at me, wide-eyed, fully in character. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I dared,” I said.
A serious frown came over his brow, and he nodded. “Very well. You’ve left me no choice.”
I was about to laugh or say something else to provoke him, but Damon leaped across the bed, ripping the pillow out of my hold and toppling me onto my back. I sank into the mattress under his weight, instantly transported to the gates of Heaven.
“Just remember,” Damon growled, his lips hovering an inch above mine, “you made me do this.”
I bared my teeth, ready to bite him, when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my briefs on the small of my back, pulling them down with ease like he wasn’t even trying.
Air drained out of my chest as I sprawled there, letting him crawl back and drag my briefs down my legs.
He knelt, torso lifted tall, and brought my briefs to his face.
The challenging look crept into his eyes as he took a deep breath in the folds of the fabric.
“Fuck, I love the smell of you,” he said.
My dick throbbed, bare and upright, as Damon tossed my underwear to the side of the bed.
“Your turn,” I said.
He cracked a polite “I can’t do anything about that” smile. “I didn’t lose the game.”
“I don’t care about the game,” I said, my voice low, dripping with barely restrained desperation. “Take off your hoodie.”
“Yes, sir,” Damon said, entertained.
Whatever ancient worries had kept me on my toes all day, I couldn’t remember. They were burned from my memory, consigned to the abyss, and I was free. I was naked, and it didn’t hurt a bit. With Damon, it was far too easy.
He took off his hoodie and threw it on the floor, his torso a perfection of muscles and a summer tan. His skin was smooth down to the happy trail leading from the belly button to inside his pants.
The other night, he hadn’t even undressed.
It had been a full year and then some since the last time I had seen him naked.
And when he undid the button of his pants, I discovered that he hadn’t been lying.
There was nothing under his pants but trimmed hair and a dick so big I had a moment of fear that this was going to be a disaster.
I’d practiced. My memory wasn’t that bad. I knew that Damon wouldn’t be an easy lover when it came down to this, but seeing him peel his pants off still made my nerves flare up. Perhaps I’d tricked myself into thinking that the memory was exaggerated.
Nine and a half hard inches stood proud and so rigid that it didn’t even sway under its own weight. A dark thatch of short, coarse hair framed the base, merging seamlessly into the lighter, finer hair dusting his thighs.
He dragged the rough black fabric of his pants down his legs.
His thick balls hung between his legs, swaying gently as he leaned in, lifting one knee and the other in turn to take his pants off.
When he leaned back, yanking his pants over his ankles, his abs flexed, supporting his torso with nothing but superhuman strength, his dick rising high, seeming even bigger, and my pulse ticked faster.
When he was naked, he paused, feasting his eyes on the snack splayed before him. Those devil’s lips of his with a strong Cupid’s bow and smiling curls on the edges glistened with wetness after he’d licked them.
We’re so gonna fucking regret this, I thought in the last moment of clarity before the pure, brilliant heat of lust burned all reason out of my mind. What remained was the muscular body of the best fling of my life.
Tingling sensations came one after another, crawling down my arms, as Damon leaned in, towering above me with all his might.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he rumbled, voice an octave lower, and planted his fists around my head, descending until our naked bodies pressed together, exchanging the heat and making me squirm under his weight.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him lower until his mouth crushed mine and the kiss unlocked something wild and uncontrollable inside me.
My legs spread a little wider around Damon, rising, coiling around his waist, as his hard cock pressed against my groin. He shuddered, exhaling in a steady, controlled way, and thrust his tongue into my mouth.
I couldn’t keep myself together after that. Splitting, ripping by the seams, I surrendered to the current that was stronger than me, stronger than life, stronger than any decision I had ever made.
Damon’s lips dragged over mine, filling me with yearning so powerful that it made my heart’s rhythm go wild.
Damon slipped his right hand under my back, pushing it deeper until his arm was wrapped around me.
He pushed himself back, rising with me in his arms. In the next moment, he had spread his legs under me, sitting on the bed with me in his lap, skin sliding against skin, muscles rubbing against muscles.
His dick throbbed against my ass, settled perfectly between my cheeks, as my crotch rubbed against his abs.
I wrapped my arms around him tighter, kissing him from above, pushing my tongue into his mouth, sighing and moaning while he swallowed it all. Every breath, every gasp, every quiet murmur of pleading and pleasure, we gave it all to one another.
Damon rocked us back and forth with a gentle, lazy sway of his torso, head lifted high, letting me kiss him deeper and harder. And when he pulled his head back, he buried his face in my neck, sending another unbearable wave of tingles and flutters through my entire body.