SHORT STORIES 10 #2
Our lips met tentatively at first, soft and exploring. Kyle tasted sweet, like the spilled drink mixed with nervous anticipation. He sighed into the kiss, his hands coming up to grip my shirt. What started gentle quickly deepened as weeks of his pent-up desire and my own long-suppressed urges collided. I pulled him closer, feeling the lean strength of his body against mine. His fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt, clumsy but eager.
I broke the kiss long enough to lock the door properly and dim the lights. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, searching his eyes. "We can stop anytime."
"I'm sure," he whispered, his Southern drawl thicker with emotion. "I want this. With you."
We moved to the long conference table, pushing aside papers and headshots. I lifted him onto the edge, his legs parting naturally to let me stand between them. My hands roamed over his damp t-shirt, peeling it upward. He raised his arms, revealing smooth, pale skin and the tight contours of his youthful physique. His nipples were already peaked from the cool air and excitement. I leaned in, kissing along his collarbone, then lower, taking one into my mouth. Kyle gasped, his back arching, fingers threading through my hair.
"Feels so good," he murmured, his voice breathy.
I worked my way down, tracing the lines of his abs with my tongue, savoring the faint saltiness of his skin mixed with the sugary residue. His jeans were next. I unbuttoned them slowly, giving him every chance to change his mind. He lifted his hips to help, and I slid them down along with his underwear. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, a respectable length with a slight upward curve. It twitched under my gaze, a bead of precum already forming at the tip.
"You're beautiful," I said honestly, wrapping my hand around him. Kyle moaned softly as I stroked him, slow and firm. His balls hung heavy and tight, and I cupped them gently, rolling them in my palm while my thumb circled the head of his cock.
"Please, Rafael," he pleaded, hips bucking slightly. "I need more."
I dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth in one smooth motion. The taste of him was intoxicating, clean and musky. I worked him with my lips and tongue, hollowing my cheeks, taking him deeper until my nose brushed against the trimmed hair at his base. Kyle's hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white, soft whimpers escaping him with every bob of my head. His thighs trembled against my shoulders.
"I'm close already," he warned, voice strained. "It's too good."
I pulled off with a wet pop, standing to kiss him again. "Not yet. I want to feel you too."
We switched positions. Kyle slid off the table, eager to return the favor. He fumbled with my belt but soon had my pants open. My own cock was rock hard, thicker and longer than his, veins prominent from years of pent-up need. He stared for a moment, then leaned in, licking tentatively along the shaft before taking the head into his warm mouth. He was inexperienced but enthusiastic, his tongue swirling, hands stroking what he couldn't fit. The sight of his green eyes looking up at me nearly pushed me over the edge.
After a few minutes, I gently pulled him up. "Come here." I turned him around, bending him slightly over the table. I retrieved a small packet of lube from my wallet—old habit from occasional nights out—and prepared him carefully with my fingers, one then two, stretching him slowly while kissing the back of his neck. Kyle pushed back against me, moaning encouragement.
"I'm ready," he said. "I want you inside me."
I positioned myself at his entrance and pressed in gradually, inch by inch, giving him time to adjust. The heat and tightness were overwhelming. Kyle let out a long, shuddering breath, his body relaxing around me. Once fully seated, I paused, wrapping my arms around his slim waist.
"You feel incredible," I whispered against his ear.
We started moving together, slow at first, then building rhythm. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mixed with our heavy breathing and quiet moans. I reached around to stroke him in time with my thrusts, hitting that spot inside him that made his legs shake. Kyle's hand joined mine, guiding me faster.
"Harder, Rafael. Please."
I obliged, gripping his hips and driving deeper. The table creaked beneath us. His body tensed, muscles clenching around me as he neared the peak. With a choked cry, Kyle came first, spilling over my fingers and onto the table, his whole frame shuddering. The sensation pulled me over right after. I buried myself deep and released, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I filled him.
We stayed connected for a long moment, catching our breath. I kissed his shoulder, then carefully withdrew, turning him to face me. His face was flushed, eyes bright with satisfaction and something softer.
"That was... wow," he said with a shy laugh. "Better than any fantasy."
I smiled, pulling him into a gentle embrace. "For me too. This doesn't have to be a one-time thing, Kyle. If you want."
He nodded against my chest. "I'd like that. A lot."
We cleaned up as best we could, sharing quiet conversation about his move to the city and my work. I promised to cast him in the video—he had earned it—and maybe more. As we left the building together into the evening, the spark between us felt like the start of something real, not just a heated audition moment.