Chapter Twenty #2
“Stop making me laugh,” Eric said, his whole body shaking.
He composed himself with a long, slow breath, then just enjoyed the waves of pleasure that rippled through his body as Kyle made his nerve endings sing.
It felt wonderful to be taken care of this way, to have everything removed so Eric could only focus on pleasure.
He should feel helpless, but instead he felt. ..safe. Cared for. Loved.
A white-hot burst of pleasure rocketed through Eric when Kyle stroked his prostate. His body lurched forward, as if trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.
“Too much?” Kyle asked gently. He kissed Eric’s shoulder, then his temple. Eric felt his warm breath against his ear. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” Eric rasped. “Don’t stop. Again. Please.”
Kyle kissed the corner of his mouth, then disappeared.
A moment later, he had a finger—possibly two—inside Eric again.
Relief crashed over Eric, breaking over his skin and flooding his insides.
Kyle was with him, inside him, right where Eric needed him.
Giving him what Eric had craved for over two weeks.
He worked Eric’s prostate, sending jolt after jolt of sharp pleasure through Eric’s trembling body.
Eric’s cock—god, he had almost forgotten about his cock—felt like a kettlebell between his legs.
It hung, huge and heavy as an anchor as Kyle devoted all of his attention to Eric’s ass.
Eric focused on it now, on how desperately it wanted to be touched.
At how each press of Kyle’s finger against his prostate forced drops of precum to weep out of Eric’s slit.
He could imagine a trail of silvery fluid connecting his swollen cock to the mattress. A pool of his arousal on the bedsheets.
Kyle gently squeezed his balls, and Eric cried out and clenched around the fingers that were still in his ass.
“God, they’re like granite,” Kyle said breathily. “I can’t decide where I want you to come.”
Eric wanted to tell him to make up his mind about that right fucking now, but instead he just whimpered and said, “Please.”
Kyle chuckled behind him, then gently stroked Eric’s cock a couple of times. Eric tried to hump his hand, but Kyle took it away as soon as his hips started moving.
“Need to come.”
“I know. Fuck, me too. You’ve got me so fucking turned on. How do you want it? Do you want to see?”
Eric nodded against the mattress. “Yes.”
Kyle guided him to his back and positioned Eric’s hands above his head again.
He straddled Eric’s waist, and Eric relished the weight of him.
Loved being trapped under him. Kyle’s ass pressed against Eric’s groin, and Eric realized Kyle had removed his clothes at some point.
Kyle rolled his hips, and Eric’s cock slid along his ass crack.
Eric moaned loudly, torn between wanting to come like this, splashing his release against Kyle’s bare ass, or stuffing his cock deep inside him.
“D-don’t,” he gritted out. “I’m too fucking close for that.”
Kyle seemed to understand, and lifted his ass away from the landmine that was Eric’s erection.
Then his lips landed on Eric’s, and Eric responded immediately, kissing him hungrily—wildly—loving the hot urgency of Kyle’s mouth.
Loving how intense the kiss felt with his eyes still covered.
But god, he wanted to see. Wanted to gaze at Kyle and watch his face contort when he came.
“Kyle,” Eric murmured against his lips. “Want to see you.”
Two fingers slipped under the elastic that held the blindfold in place, and then it was gone. It took Eric a moment to realize he’d had his eyes closed under the cloth, and he blinked them open. Everything was bright and blurry, even though the overhead light in the room was off.
“Hi,” Kyle said quietly.
Eric blinked again. His eyes were damp with tears, which he couldn’t explain. “Hi.”
Kyle was breathtaking. He was still wearing his glasses, but nothing else, and grinned when Eric noticed. His disheveled hair fell over his forehead, into his winter-blue eyes. His cheeks were pink with exertion and arousal, and Eric couldn’t stop looking at him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Eric said. He sounded wrecked, his voice high and strained.
Kyle was slowly stroking his own cock, still straddling Eric’s waist. The head was dark and shiny, and Eric wanted it in his mouth almost as badly as he wanted to watch Kyle jerk off.
His gaze darted from Kyle’s straining forearm to that tantalizing bulge in his bicep, to his wet, kiss-bruised mouth, then back to the glistening head of his cock.
“Tell me what you want,” Kyle said shakily. “Tell me.”
“Want you to come. Want it all over me.” Eric hadn’t let himself think before answering. He wasn’t capable of thinking anymore.
Kyle stroked himself faster. His chest heaved as his breathing sped up, and he kept his eyes locked on Eric’s. “Tell me to stop,” he said. “Don’t let me come yet.”
Holy fuck. Eric was going to come without any contact on his dick if Kyle kept this up. He nodded because he couldn’t find words. He would try to do this for Kyle. He would get this right.
He watched Kyle’s face, observed every change in his eyes, in his breathing, in the tension in his neck as Kyle ruthlessly jerked himself.
Eric watched him until Kyle’s eyes kept snapping closed, then opening again.
Until the flush in his cheeks spread down to his stomach.
He didn’t speak, didn’t say he was close, but Eric knew.
“Stop.” It was barely more than a whisper, but Kyle released his cock and threw his head back, groaning. He panted for a few breaths, then lowered his head to meet Eric’s gaze.
“That was perfect, baby. I was right there. Holy shit.”
Eric’s chest was rising and falling rapidly too.
He was exhilarated—full of pride and adrenaline and the constant pressing need to come.
Kyle bent down, kissed him quickly, then slid down until he was kneeling between Eric’s legs on the bed.
Without ceremony, he gripped Eric’s cock and stroked him hard.
“Fuck yes, Kyle. Make me come. Make me come. Make me—”
A finger slid back inside Eric’s ass, seeking and finding his prostate immediately, and Eric arched off the bed and screamed as his release finally erupted from him.
His come shot up like a fountain before splashing down on his stomach and chest, some painting Kyle’s chest. Kyle kept pumping him, coaxing more jerks of his cock, more jets of cum from his balls until the last drop slipped out of his exhausted dick.
His finger stayed inside Eric for a moment after he released his cock. Kyle gently probed Eric’s prostate, which sent a final tremor racing through his spent body. “Fucking stunning,” Kyle said. “Fuck, it’s like you save it all for me.”
It was almost exactly what Eric did. He’d jerked off a few times over the past couple of weeks, but he’d thought only of Kyle each time. And he hadn’t gotten himself off at all for the past several days, hopeful that the next time would be with Kyle.
“I wanted you,” Eric said. “Wanted this.”
“I know you did.” Kyle was stroking himself again, still kneeling between Eric’s legs.
“Come here. Closer. I want to do that.”
Kyle huffed out a laugh as he moved to straddle Eric again. “Not gonna take long.”
“Do you want it to?”
“No. Can’t. Just make me come.”
Eric made a tight tunnel of his bound hands and held it in front of Kyle’s cock. “Will this work?”
Kyle pushed his cock into Eric’s hands and groaned. “Fuck, Eric. That works just fine. So sexy with those cuffs on. Fuck.”
He thrust eagerly, snapping his hips hard and fast, and Eric’s mouth went dry as he imagined him thrusting into his ass. He was sure his hole had relaxed a bit, just thinking about it.
“Want you to fuck me, Kyle. Someday.”
“Yeah, baby. Want that too. Fuck you just like this.”
“I want—I want to do everything. With you.”
Kyle’s eyes went wide, and Eric worried that he’d admitted too much, but then Kyle gasped and said, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Eric. Here it comes. I’m gonna—” His announcement trailed off into a loud moan, and then he stilled and shot his load all over Eric’s chest hair and even into Eric’s beard.
He collapsed on Eric, and Eric looped his bound hands over his head and held them tight around Kyle’s back. He held him close, nose pressed into Kyle’s hair as he listened to his breathing settle.
“You might be ruining me,” Kyle murmured finally. “Might not want anyone else after this.”
Well, that was a dangerous admission, and the way Kyle tensed in his arms told Eric that he knew it.
“It was fun,” Eric said lightly, ignoring the way his heart was expanding.
Kyle lifted his head and observed his face. “You have cum in your beard.”
“I know.”
“It’s hot.”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to wash it out, though.”
“Coward.”
Eric chuckled and squeezed Kyle tighter.
“Feel better?” Kyle asked sleepily.
Eric couldn’t recall why Kyle was asking the question. Had he felt bad before? Had he ever felt bad in his life? “I feel amazing. Thank you.”
“No more talk about being an old man.” Kyle kissed his collarbone. “Not when you can come like a geyser.”
“That had more to do with you than me, I think.”
“You don’t come like that when you’re alone?”
Eric laughed. “I’ve never come like that in my life. You’re magic.”
“I’m skilled.”
Eric kissed his hair. “You are.”
Kyle ducked out from under Eric’s hands and began to remove the cuffs. “You liked this, then?” he asked as he opened the Velcro. “The cuffs? The blindfold?”
“I did. I, um.” Despite everything they had just done, Eric’s cheeks heated. “I liked it a lot.”
“Good to know.” Kyle removed the second cuff and began massaging Eric’s hands, which felt wonderful.
“Do you like it?” Eric asked. “Being tied up? Or do you just do it to other people?” A spark of jealousy flashed inside him at the thought of other people.
“I like it. Especially when I’m stressed or overwhelmed about something. It can be kind of...”
“Freeing?” Eric supplied.
“Yeah. Exactly. And peaceful, y’know?”
“Yes. That’s how it felt. It was relaxing and exciting at the same time.”
Kyle kissed Eric’s palm. “I’m glad. That’s what I was aiming for.”
God, this man. Eric needed this man in his life more than was fair to Kyle.
Later, when they were both cleaned up, Kyle snuggled against Eric and idly played with his chest hair. Kyle’s head was still spinning from everything they just did, and everything he still wanted to do with Eric.
He could admit to himself that he had feelings for Eric.
Feelings that went well beyond friendship or base lust. Kyle wanted to be with him, but knew he shouldn’t hope for that.
Knew it would only lead to disappointment and heartbreak.
Eric was still figuring himself out. He wasn’t even really out yet, and he was a celebrity besides.
And once he’d had his fun with Kyle, he’d move on to someone more appropriate.
Thirty years old and up.
Kyle was twenty-five, and what was five years, really? Hell, in a few months he’d be twenty-six. Would he really be that different when he was thirty? Did Eric really not see him as an adult now?
The thought annoyed Kyle, because it was probably true. Eric likely saw him as a good time, not as a man that he would consider having a mature and lasting relationship with.
Kyle was, once again, getting way ahead of himself. He and Eric had hooked up a handful of times over the past month or so. It certainly wasn’t a great romance.
“I wanted to call you on Christmas,” Eric said suddenly. “Or text you, at least.”
“You did?”
“I was thinking about you that day. Well...” He squeezed the arm that was wrapped around Kyle. “I thought about you every day, to be honest. But on Christmas especially.”
Kyle’s mouth was suddenly very dry. “Why?”
“Because I knew you were alone.” He exhaled loudly. “I should have called you.”
Kyle lifted his head from where it had been resting on Eric’s chest. “I was okay, but... I wouldn’t have minded hearing from you.” He smiled, and Eric smiled back, though it didn’t reach his eyes.
“I didn’t want to look eager.” Eric shook his head. “It was stupid of me to worry about that. I’m sorry.”
Kyle hadn’t wanted to look eager either. He had deleted the text he’d planned to send to Eric on Christmas. But he didn’t say that because it wouldn’t help things. “I appreciate the thought.”
Eric put a hand on Kyle’s cheek, then leaned forward to kiss him. Another tender, adoring kiss that made Kyle want things he shouldn’t.
“What time does Maria get home?” Eric asked.
“Usually around eleven. We’ve got time.”
Eric chuckled. “Time for what? I’ve got nothing left if you’re thinking—”
“Time for food. I’m starving.”
“Me too.”
“We should eat.”
“Mm.” Eric pounced on him, kissing his neck as Kyle dissolved into giggles.
Food could wait a little longer.