twelve
“Can’t. Won’t.”- Leo
Sometime between Thursday Night and Early Friday Morning….
I wake up with a start, feeling something warm pressed against my body. I buck into it, my cock hard and throbbing. Before I can think, I grind forward.
“Mm… feels good, Leo,” comes a sleep-heavy voice from somewhere in front of me. It breaks through my consciousness like a nail being hammered into a wall.
My eyes snap open, green eyes stare back at me. They are dark and desperate, almost pleading, his red lips parted on a moan. I know I should stop. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but Callisto moaning my name is only adding fuel to the fire, stoking my hips into movement.
“Fuck.” I kiss Callisto’s neck. I want to get off, and he feels so fucking good. So good, and I am so tired. My brain isn’t working. I have been so stressed lately, but this… this feels like the cure to all of my problems. Grinding against his ass.
“Don’t stop.” Callisto’s voice is deep and breathy. It’s then I realize we are lying on my couch, our limbs tangled together, the blanket resting on top of us making me feel even hotter.
“Can’t. Won’t.” I grab his hips and move them with my own, making the grind that much more delicious.
He kicks off the blanket, and I groan when he moves away from me, his ass no longer pressed against my hard length, still encased in my jeans.
He doesn’t go far– he turns over so he’s facing me.
The TV is still on, the screen flickering behind Callisto, illuminating his dark curls like a halo every few seconds.
I still feel like I’m dreaming, and maybe I am, but I’m not about to force myself to wake up.
“Please.” He presses his hips against mine.
He’s as hard as me, his thick shaft pressing against his tight pants.
I knew he was well-endowed; I’d seen as much when nothing but a towel was covering his half-hard dick, but I never expected it to feel so good pressed against my own.
Fuck. All I can do is moan and nod my head.
I mouth his jaw then down onto his neck.
His moan rattles against my teeth buried deep in his throat, only driving me to bite down harder.
“God, Callisto. Feels so good.” Our rhythms sync up, our hearts beating in time with one another.
His soft hand spans my stomach and my side, snaking its way under my shirt and squeezing hard.
I don’t say anything, enjoying the pressure.
His hands are so big, almost as big as my own.
I usually go for guys much smaller than me, but his big hands branding my skin makes me hotter.
“Lee.” As the nickname rolls off Callisto's tongue, his voice coated in molasses and gravel, a wave of pleasure rocks my system.
I didn’t realize someone saying my name could turn me on so much, but here I am, grinding against him, moments away from coming in my jeans like a school boy.
Callisto’s hand moves down my hip to grab my ass, forcing our dicks to grind harder against one another.
I don't say anything, and push my own hand under Callisto’s shirt, his skin slick with sweat. I tweak his nipple, biting hard on his neck. The resulting moan that makes my tongue tingle is addicting. I expected Callisto to be uptight. I was very, very wrong.
“Fucking shit, Cali. Jesus. You’re so hard. Feel so good. Fuck.”
I pinch Callisto’s nipple again. He hisses, gripping my hips so tight, they will probably bruise.
It doesn’t hurt. I have been through worse, and this feels far too good to hurt.
The only thing that currently hurts is my dick.
It’s painfully hard, sheathed in my underwear and jeans, the zipper pressing firmly against the vein on the underside of my shaft.
It’s just on the side of uncomfortable, but I keep the pressure, the friction feeling far too good to stop.
“So close,” Callisto whimpers, dropping his head to the arm rest.
His other arm is trapped under my body, and my arm is under his head.
We are so tangled at this point, I’m not sure our limbs will ever come undone.
I don't know if I want them to. I would gladly stay with Callisto in this moment of pleasure forever, but that won’t happen because I am also hurdling closer to my orgasm.
“Come on, Princess. Come for me. So close. Come with me. Fuck. Please,” I beg, the words coming out choppy with my heavy breathing.
Our hips move faster, not in sync anymore, both of us chasing our releases.
I almost kiss Callisto, his red lips slick with spit and looking edible, but I refrain.
Instead, I wrap my hand around his neck, pressing my thumb and index finger right under his jaw.
I almost let muscle memory take over from our first kiss.
Almost use my hand to bring his lips to mine, but I don’t. I won’t.
I should never kiss Callisto again. I shouldn’t be doing what I’m currently doing, but I’m too far gone to stop.
It should stay what it is, though, a way to get off.
Kissing is too intimate, too personal. So, no.
I will not kiss him again, ever. It was a slip up during a moment of passion, that is all.
This though. This is a way to get off. A very fucking effective way.
“Lee. Fu--” I squeeze his neck harder, cutting off his maybe curse word. He manages to get out a garbled moan through his restricted windpipe. His fingers dig into my ass, his pink lips parted and his green eyes staring at me in disbelief. His body shakes and twitches, and I know he’s coming.
I buck twice more, shaking as my orgasm hits my body, knocking me off my axis and rocking me to the core.
It feels as though it is never ending, pleasure erupting from every single pore.
I moan into Callisto’s neck, the curls tickling my nose as I release my hand from his neck and splay it over Callisto’s rapidly beating heart, a smattering of chest hair below my fingertips.
We are both breathing heavily against one another, slowly coming down from our highs as realization creeps into my brain.
Holy shit. What the fuck was I thinking?
What have I done? No. This is… no. I move away from Callisto, carefully getting off the couch.
My left arm tingles, having fallen asleep under his head.
I chance a glance at Callisto, whose green eyes are wide, looking just as horrified as me.
Fuck. This was a big fucking mistake. I don’t spare another glance or a word to him as I go up to my room to change and wash away the evidence of my misdeeds.
I know it’s crazy, but I almost feel like Peadar will be able to see the mistake etched on my skin.
As if my own cum has branded me in some irrevocable way simply because it was Callisto who pulled it from me. Fuck.