Chapter 13 #5
So I did, as sweat matted my hair and my abs burned with exertion. I fucked him hard and loud, my left hand rising to his neck, fingers coiling around it, sliding higher, crossing his chin and finding his open mouth.
I thrust three fingers into his mouth and cupped his chin with my palm as I grunted into his ear, inhaling the scent of his shampoo and biting his ear again.
Harrison sucked my fingers with reverence, like worship and ritual, while I fucked him with obsession, losing myself in him, becoming him, feeling him everywhere in me, too.
He thrust my right hand down his body, over his tense, steel-like abs, and to his hard dick.
He held on to my forearms while I pressed my fingers deeper into his mouth, and while I stroked the length of his throbbing cock to the end.
I could feel him getting there. Hell, I could feel myself teetering on the edge of it for the entire evening, only one careless moment away from reaching the climax of a very long and difficult journey that had led us here. I held back, waited, and forced myself to bring him there first.
Harrison gave a choked moan over my fingers as his entire body coiled with tension. I fucked him just the same, neither faster nor harder, as his dick pulsed in my hand and hot cum spilled over my fingers.
He cried out, and I let my fingers slide from his mouth and down his neck, holding him gently and jerking him off for a few wonderful, glorious moments longer.
When the last of his cum had dripped down my hand and fallen over the floor, I swung my hips a little faster, letting go of the restraints and coming hard while inside of him.
Harrison’s grunts grew louder, and I wondered what it felt like to be fucked after coming. I could almost feel the sensitivity in all the parts of his body, could feel the way his nerve endings lit up, could feel the sensation in his toes and his eyes and deep in his chest.
So when I came, I gripped him hard and close to myself, standing still, my mouth pressed against his shoulder, the salty flavor of sweat reaching my tongue. I heaved air into my lungs, unable to move. Small shock waves still passed through my body.
Even my breaths were quick and shallow, like little bursts of disbelief.
Harrison moved gently away from me, and I felt his absence immediately. Without him, I wasn’t lighter but heavier. I was colder, grimmer, lonelier than when we were so close together that I couldn’t tell us apart.
But when he wrapped his hand around my wrist and lay on his back, naked on the carpet, I came down with him.
On my hand and his abs were still streaks of his cum, and I pressed my fingers against one, dragging it across his abs, gazing at it in fascination. I’d just had sex with a guy. With an incredible, wonderful guy, but a guy nonetheless. And it felt…
It felt right.
No sudden clarity had come over me, making me realize that I’d made a terrible mistake. Instead, lying next to him, drawing lines with his cum on the canvas of his flesh was the only thing I could want, the only thing I could imagine happening.
Harrison covered my hand with his, lifted it, and brought my wet finger to his lips.
I watched him, dazed and out of my own body, as he extended his tongue and licked his cum off my fingers.
“Kinky,” I said.
“Is it?” he asked, licking my finger again. He glanced at me mischievously. “Here’s something you’ll never be able to tell anyone. I’ve always liked the taste of my cum.”
I let out a soft laugh, mostly because I was so lost in his eyes that I hardly registered his words.
His hand moved down between us, and he took off my condom. And then he brought it closer to us, my cum spilling across his chest.
I wasn’t sure what he saw in my eyes, on my face, but it seemed to be written plainly, because he just smiled and nodded. And I didn’t wait.
I leaned in, licking his chest, the salt of his sweat, and the strange, sweet, and salty flavor of my cum spread across his flesh. I licked it all off Harrison’s body, then moved back to look into his eyes daringly.
“Go on,” he said. “Kiss me.”
And I did without a second thought. I kissed him deep and hard, my tongue reaching into his mouth, flavors mixing between the two of us.
It was the oddest, the most intimate thing I had ever done with someone.
But it was only so intimate because we let it be, and that was why I didn’t want to stop kissing him. I couldn’t stop kissing him.
I climbed on top of him, sat on his crotch, and felt his soft dick stir under my balls, and kept kissing him until he was hard again. And even then, I couldn’t stop, because he fueled something in me that I never knew existed.
When the kisses went so far that we were both hard and heated again, I lay on top of him, and I took us both in my hand, struggling only for a moment with the mechanics of two dick in one fist, sharing a laugh with Harrison when I saw his amused look, and worked us to another orgasm there on the floor, my dick rubbing against his, my fist moving along our lengths all the way until the moment we were spent and catching our breaths again.
Harrison kissed my neck, and then he kissed each of my eyelids as I closed my eyes before him, my hair falling over my brow and onto his face. When he shifted underneath me, we stood up together, and he quietly led me back into the shower.
I wasn’t going home tonight. I didn’t want to ever leave this place of magic, this pocket universe where nothing outside mattered, and where only he and I existed, and only he and I were of any interest to us, and time itself ground to a halt to let us be forever young and obsessed with each other.