3. Chapter 3
Chapter 3
NOLAN
The walk back to the house is interesting with my cock persistently hard between my legs and my heart hammering wildly against my ribcage. I drag my tongue over my lips for the umpteenth time, greedily searching for any last remnants of Caspian’s kiss on them.
I glance over and catch him looking right back at me, his eyes dancing with the same heat and excitement coursing through me.
We’re doing this. I’m about to go back to a beach house filled with childhood memories and get naked with my best friend’s little brother. I wish that thought was a boner killer, I really do, but the chemistry and anticipation swirling between us is impervious, even to my usual sense of loyalty.
What’s that expression? Ask forgiveness, not permission. Slater will forgive me. I push my best friend out of my mind and jog up the steps to the house with Caspian just a stride ahead of me. He swings the door open when he reaches it and then spins around to face me. A playful smile dances on his lips, still puffy from our kiss back at the bar. My head is swimming, but I don’t think I can blame it on the tequila—at least not entirely.
Caspian hooks a finger in my belt loop and yanks me forward, even though I don’t need encouragement. I’m already moving, desperate to feel his body pressed up against mine without a table between us.
“This is fucking insane,” I murmur, our chests colliding.
Caspian palms the back of my head, his neatly trimmed facial hair tickling my skin as his warm breath puffs against my lips with every exhale.
“Absolutely batshit,” he agrees with a raspy chuckle.
I slam my mouth into his again and we both moan. I can feel the sound vibrating through our chests, along with the frantic beat of this racing heart. The thick, hard shape of his erection slides against mine through too many layers of clothes, tempting me with the muted heat of his skin. I tangle my fingers in his hair, our tongues stroking and tangling as we stumble blindly through the house, grunting muffled moans and stifling disbelieving chuckles.
I’m no stranger to sex. I like it and I’ve had a lot of it. One-night stands, friends with benefits, long-term relationships, I’ve done it all and I’ve found different things to appreciate about getting physical with varying degrees of feelings involved. But there’s something about the way everything inside of me is sparking with electricity at every one of Caspian’s touches that feels different. There’s chemistry, and then there’s whatever this is. Wild, greedy, out-of-my-fucking-mind desperate to get my hands on him properly.
We tug at each other’s clothes as we stumble into the bedroom, groping and pawing at each other with every layer we manage to shed. Caspian growls when we’re forced to break the kiss to pull our shirts off, both of us flinging them aside carelessly, then colliding again with even more fervor than before.
I cant my hips, grinding our cocks together. Every rapid beat of my heart pulses and throbs through the veins of my cock, my heavy balls, and the churning heat in the pit of my stomach. We fumble with the buttons on each other’s shorts. It would probably be faster and easier to just undo our own, but it feels like an impossible ask to take my hands off him, even for a second.
Caspian gets mine undone first, shoving them down. My cock springs free between us, and just a few seconds later, so does his. The hot tip of his erection bumps against mine, slick and sticky with precum. I shiver and my hips jerk involuntarily, as if feeling the full length of his dick against mine is a biological imperative like breathing.
“Fuck,” he groans, sinking his fingers into the fleshy part of my ass to hitch me closer, pressing his silky, pulsing shaft flush against mine.
“Please tell me you’re a top,” I beg with a ragged chuckle, digging my fingers into his shoulders and sliding our cocks together a little faster. My balls bounce against his, and the hair on his chest, belly, and legs tickles and teases my skin. Truthfully, I could be happy getting off just like this, tumbling into bed and humping each other until we’re drenched in sweat and covered in each other’s cum. But I have no idea if this is a one-time thing, and if it is, I want to feel him for a few days after.
“Scratch that,” I pant, dragging my tongue over his clavicle and sucking on his skin. “Only tell me you’re a top if you brought condoms and lube.”
He laughs, spinning me around so my back is to the bed and then backing me up until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. I tumble down and he looms over me, raking his gaze over my naked, flushed body.
“Yes and yes,” he says. My hole twitches greedily, and another wave of needy heat rushes through my body. “But I hope you’re not expecting a quick fuck. I have a few long-standing fantasies I’d like to satisfy before I’m finished with you.”
He drops to his knees next to the bed, and I gasp as he grabs my ankles and hauls both my legs over his shoulders to position himself between my thighs. Lust flares in his eyes and he leans in to drag his nose along the inside of my thigh. The featherlight touch of his hot breath over such a sensitive area makes my balls tighten and my insides clench. Caspian reaches the crook of my thigh and buries his face there, right next to my heavy, sensitive sac.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he growls, nuzzling my balls, brushing his nose over them, then his hot, damp lips. My sac pulls tighter again and my toes curl.
“You were serious about that crush?” I ask breathlessly, grasping for a small distraction for a few seconds so I won’t blow the second he actually touches my cock.
He gives me a wry smile, then presses an open-mouthed kiss to the base of my cock, swirling his tongue over the sensitive skin and sucking gently. It jerks, dribbling precum against my belly, and a whine tightens in my throat.
“I was serious,” he says, holding my gaze, his lips brushing against my cock as he forms the words. He kisses my shaft again, barely an inch higher, just as tongue heavy and filthy, and just as unhurried. “Don’t feel weird about it though. You were a lot older than me, so I get why you never noticed me. I think I idolized you more than anything.”
Another kiss. I grab fistfuls of the bedsheets in both hands.
“You idolized me?” I echo, my head getting foggier with every inch higher he drags his lips, taking his time with the impossibly slow ascent. Another dribble of precum pearls on my slit and rolls down my shaft towards his mouth. He catches it with his tongue and his eyes roll back like he’s never tasted anything better in his life.
“Can you blame me?” His voice is gruff with need, giving away his impatience with his own teasing game. “You were the only out gay guy I knew. You were confident and cool, like it didn’t matter what anyone else thought of you. You were a talented artist with the most contagious smile I’ve ever seen. Like fucking sunshine, man. I’ve never forgotten it.”
My breath catches, and a different kind of heat rocks me. I gape at Caspian, trying to reconcile my view of myself as an awkward teen faking my way through it all with his vision of me. It’s so sweet , and it makes me feel a little bit like a fraud. I’d love to be that person he just described.
Before I can dwell on any of that too long, his lips press against the sensitive V on the underside of my cockhead, and I let out a ragged shout. I untangle one of my hands from the sheets and thread my fingers through his hair, humping my cock against his soft, barely parted lips.
“Please, Cas.”
He rumbles a moan, then drags the flat of his tongue over my pulsing crown, lapping at the precum drooling from my slit. I make a strangled sound and jerk my hips again, bumping his lips and thrusting against his tongue. He grins, and then, instead of taking my cock into his mouth, he slides both his hands under my ass cheeks and hitches me higher, burying his face in my crease.
This time he doesn’t tease though. He drags his tongue over my puckered hole and groans with satisfaction. I gasp, and my hole flutters against his tongue, wanting to soften eagerly and clench impatiently at the same time. He licks me again, longer and deeper, making hungry noises that vibrate along my rim with every greedy lap.
“Caspian,” I pant his name, tugging on his hair and canting my hips to ride the thrust of his tongue as he works it inside of me.
CASPIAN
If pure fucking bliss had a taste, it would be this. I fuck my tongue in and out of Nolan’s hole, feeling it loosen little by little. The salty flavor of his precum mixes with the musky, addictive taste of his hole and makes my mouth water. His thighs tremble and quake, tightening around my head every time he thrusts and grinds, desperately riding my face as best as he can in this position. Every one of his moans and whimpers goes straight to my cock and drives me out of my fucking mind.
I drag my index finger through the spit-slicked crease between his ass cheeks, and he chokes out a wail, jolting and gasping before I even reach his hole with it.
If he’s this wild for my tongue and fingers, I can only imagine how greedy he’s going to be when he’s riding my cock. Heat clenches in the pit of my stomach and I let out a moan of my own, the sound rumbling against his hole as I ease my tongue out and replace it with my finger.
His tight muscles clench around me, then relax, tugging my finger deeper into the heat of his body.
“More,” he moans.
I work my finger in and out a few times, sucking his taut sac between my lips and tonguing along the seam while his hole flutters and his hips snap impatiently.
“Okay, hold on.” I ease my finger out and he gasps indignantly.
It’s harder to extricate myself from him than I want it to be, and not just because he tightens his thighs around my head in an attempt to keep me from getting away. We’re not even done yet and I already know I want more. I want to get to know Nolan in a real way. I want to hear what his voice sounds like when he’s drowsy first thing in the morning and I want to talk about all of his hopes and dreams. I want to kiss him until I’ve memorized every shape his lips can make and pound him into the mattress until there’s a permanent imprint of our bodies there.
Rifling through my bag for the condoms and lube gives me a few seconds to clear my head and take a deep breath. I have no clue how Nolan sees any of this. He’s obviously dealing with a lot of shit right now, and for all I know this is just a one-time distraction. We can figure that out later, but right now I want to enjoy this moment, just in case it’s the only one I get.
With supplies in hand, I turn back to the bed. He’s shifted up to lay his head on the pillows and is watching me through heavy eyelids, the flush on his face extending down his throat and over his chest. I tear the condom open with my teeth and roll it down my shaft, then climb back onto the bed with the bottle of lube in hand.
He grins as I crawl up his body, peppering random patches of his skin with brief kisses along the way. When I reach his mouth, I claim it in a slow kiss this time. I’m hovering over him just enough that our cocks barely graze each other, heat radiating between us, threatening to spark all over again the second we let it. I sip at his lips, our tongues dancing without really touching. Just like our bodies, our mouths find a syrupy slow pace that makes my chest tight with a different kind of need.
I break the kiss with a shuddering inhale and sit back on my heels so I can slick my fingers and cock with lube. When I’m done, I toss the bottle aside and brace my dry hand on the pillow, finding his quivering, spit-drenched hole with the other.
I sink two fingers inside of him and swallow his moan with a ravenous kiss, bringing our bodies fully into contact again. Our muffled grunts and groans fill the room, along with the filthy, wet sound of my fingers fucking his hole. His rim softens and he thrusts his cock against my sheathed erection, wrapping his legs around my hips and digging his fingers into my shoulders. I crook my fingers to find his spot, and his whole body jerks like he’s been electrocuted. Our kisses become more frantic, heat building in my gut and urgency tightening my balls.
“Fuck me, Caspian. Absolutely wreck me,” he begs between kisses.
I groan and ease my fingers out. He reaches between us impatiently, grasping the base of my throbbing cock, lining it up with his hole, and impaling himself with a bone-deep moan that rocks through me like an earthquake. I jackknife my hips forward, filling him to the hilt in a single thrust.
Our mouths bump with not-quite-kisses, sharing the same air, our foreheads and noses connecting with every deep thrust that jars our bodies. The bed creaks and the slap of our skin joins the raw, breathy sounds that fill the air around us. Nolan paws at me like he can’t decide where to touch, but returns his hands to my shoulders over and over, hanging on tight as I fuck him hard and deep, hitting his prostate over and over with every pass.
Babbled words and half-bitten murmurs of each other’s names fall from our lips as I fuck him faster, more desperately, like both our lives fucking depend on it.
“I’m coming. Oh my god, Caspian, I’m—”
He arches up against me, and hot ropes of his cum spurt from his cock without warning, painting our bellies with his release. His inner muscles clench tight around my cock, pulsing, gripping, milking the building pleasure straight from my balls.
I bury my tongue in his mouth and my cock deep in his ass, gasping and grunting as I grind my way through the waves of an orgasm that feels like it goes on and on and on .
Trembling with aftershocks, I collapse on top of him, both of us sweaty, sticky, and out of breath. My softening cock slips out of his hole, and he whimpers. I press my face into the crook of his neck, steadying my ragged breathing by filling my lungs with his sweet, earthy scent. I want to clean us both up. I want to ask how he’s feeling. I want to ask what this means, if it means anything at all. But my tongue and my eyelids feel too heavy right now, and it’s too damn nice having Nolan tucked close to me, his breathing slowing to match mine. We can talk about it later.
We have all summer, after all.