Chapter Twenty-Nine
KALLEN
On the bus ride back to the hotel, Dan and I rub our knees together like our lives depend on it. I wish we weren’t on a bus right now full of media folk – some chatty, some asleep from the boozy long lunch. And here we are, wanting to rip each other’s clothes off.
After the kiss outside the bathroom earlier, my fear of being caught has naturally turned into a mischievous game, one where I’m the primary player and Dan is player two, our mission to sneak around and accumulate points for how well we can get away with this without anyone finding out.
I open Blake’s message that I received at the winery: How’s day one at Noosa going?
So jealous of the photos you sent me of the hotel, and your Instagram story of the jet skis looked amazing!
P.s. I went on a media invite to a restaurant last night and they gave me nine courses with wine pairing.
There was so much food, I literally rolled out of there, thought I was about to have a ruptured stomach, and I had leftovers for lunch today *laughing sweating emoji*
Her message has my lips curving upwards as I read it in her voice. My reply: These restaurants literally destroy us someti mes hey! Lol. First day was good. Just heading back to the hotel from a boozy lunch at a winery.
She replies almost instantly: Literally so jealous! Have you and Dan killed each other yet? ;) Blake doesn’t know about the one bed. She doesn’t know about the kiss. I have some explaining to do.
But until then, I reply, No deaths…yet, as there is a boy next to me whose distractions are unrivalled, especially now that his fingers are brushing my leg, which I can feel inside my thigh…and further up.
Torturous tingles.
‘I’m so full from lunch,’ he tells me. ‘Pretty excited to chill out, maybe watch the sunset from the room. Think about dinner when we’re hungry again.’
I exhale heavily, to not only breathe out all the food and wine from lunch but also my sexual frustration. ‘I’m pretty full too.’
‘But not a gross food coma full,’ he adds, pulling his hand away as soon as I reciprocate his finger-on-finger stroking.
Tease.
He scans the bus to see if anyone’s looking. No one is, so he returns his gaze back to me.
‘Me neither,’ I say, letting out a yawn. ‘Just a content full.’
The mild food coma turns into a digested content by the time we pull up at the hotel. But it’s not until Dan and I step into the elevator, alone, that my breathing elevates.
As soon as the door closes, we half turn to face each other. And without question, I push him against the metal so roughly, I wonder if we’ve left a dent.
My mouth collides with his. Heavy breathing between each long kiss, he bites his lip before throwing himself back at me.
I don’t want to stop kissing him. Not now. Not ever. I can’t get enough of this.
I lightly pull his hair as I push into him harder, feeling my insides erupt with excitement.
The elevator dings open at our floor, and we don’t pull away from each other in time.
To our embarrassment, an elderly couple is standing there waiting for the lift.
They jump back in shock, looking primly unimpressed at the two horny gay men who couldn’t wait until they returned to their room.
The effects of the wine have thrown our inhibitions off the hotel’s top floor, and we kind of just smile at them as we scurry past.
Dan leads me up the hall to our room. As we stumble in, both of us take a brief glance at the view before heading to the bedroom.
He takes me by the waist, kissing me some more as he unbuttons my shirt.
His lips feel like a magic wand, moving their way through my chest, over to each nipple. A gentle suck on both sends a warm sensation to my groin. My mouth forms an O, my cock gasping for air through my pants, giving my breath a run for its oxygen.
Dan circles my bellybutton with his tongue a couple of times, then pulls my pants down .
And just as he’s about to rip my underwear off, he stands, kisses me on the lips.
I peel his shirt and pants off in record time, perhaps due to his one-handed help, his other hand nestled on my cheekbone.
Our hardened cocks press against one another through our underwear. A spot of wetness appears at the tip of Dan’s bulge.
And when my gaze rises to meet his, I conclude that this is me done for.
No, seriously.
‘You into frotting?’ he asks through a series of huffs.
‘What’s that?’ I retract, but not far enough to break from his comforting grip.
‘You’ve never heard of frotting?’ he grins.
I shrug my shoulders. ‘I’m intrigued now.’
‘It’s where we rub our…’ he looks downwards, to the hard bulges between us. ‘Without hands…using the stimulation and friction to finish.’
Tilting my head forward as my eyes extend, I say, ‘Never knew that was a thing. I mean, always knew jerking two dicks together was a thing, but not… that .’
‘Oh, I just assumed since you’re a side, you would’ve tried it,’ Dan says, his face heading towards a brown-haired version of the smirking face emoji. ‘It’s my ah…favourite.’
I throb into him, and he blushes in response.
‘Sounds fucking hot,’ I say.
‘Well then, can I take your frotting virginity?’ he asks s oftly.
I pulse at the thought of it, at what he looks like under those briefs.
We go back to kissing, rubbing our rock-hard cocks together some more. I scoop his arse cheeks in my hands, resting them in my palms.
I start to peel the top of his underwear down with the tips of my thumb and pointer finger. He’s doing the same to me, which has tingles traversing my hips.
Then, in unison, we pull each other’s underwear off.
His beautiful cock juts upward as it’s set free, mine popping out to the side slightly. His mouth falls agape as he prods my shaft with his knob, pre-cum oozing onto my cock.
The way he looks into my eyes has me feeling something I never have before.
It’s never been like this when I would hook up with someone.
We’d never look into each other ’s eyes like him and I are right now.
I’d avoid it, rather. Something about the whole situation made me uncomfortable.
But now, here with Dan, it’s different, to the degree I can’t quite comprehend.
What I can comprehend, however, is that I’m completely and utterly losing myself in his crystal blue stare – I know it for a fact, much more than anything else.
‘You’re so gorgeous, you know that?’ Dan whispers. ‘Been thinking about doing this ever since I sat next to you in the office.’
I want to say, ‘me too’, though by the way I kiss him fervently in response, words are far from needed right now.
Dan starts to thrust against me, and I mirror his movements, suppressing a moan as our shafts rub together.
‘I have some lube in my bag,’ he offers.
To which I huff, ‘Get it.’
Safe to say, I haven’t been this worked up in a hot minute. It’s as though I’ve been starved of food and can smell it cooking but have to wait to eat it.
After fishing around in his toiletry bag, he returns with a small bottle of lube in his hand.
‘Thought that would come in handy, did you?’ I play. But before he comes with an answer, he rubs lube into both of us, my head tilting back as I writhe and murmur, ‘Oh my God. Noted.’
‘I had a feeling it might come in handy,’ he laughs gently, continuing to rub us both until we’re slick with moisture, our cocks hardening more in his hand.
His mouth widens as we push into each other again, the friction causing me to squirm with pleasure. He tucks his hand behind my neck and tugs me in closer, breathing hot and heavy into my mouth and I to his, lips pressing together, tighter.
The thrusts become deeper, more precise. There’s a volcano inside me, and each time my cock head touches his, it feels like it might erupt.
How have I never done this?
Dan doesn’t take his eyes off mine as he gasps, ‘feel good?’
‘Yeah,’ I huff, finding the perfect rhythm with him. Not sure how long I’m gonna last, though. ‘Feels fucking fantastic.’
He lets out a raspy moan. ‘Yeah, it does. I’m already getting close. ’
‘Oh, same,’ I manage, my legs shaking at the thought of him shooting his load on me.
Dan starts thrusting faster. His breath starts to hitch, thick thighs rattling as he says, ‘I’m gonna…’
Then, with his body tensed to its limit, jet after jet of warm, wet ropes spurt from his cock onto mine, the warm feeling of it spread over both of us, making me want to thrust harder as Dan pants in the aftermath.
But instead, he reaches down and starts jerking our lube and cum-soaked dicks together, and before any foam can form, I reach boiling point.
I let out one last deep moan, my lower half seizing as I add to the cock canvas, letting out a huge breath of relief.
A slow, languid grin spreads across Dan’s cheeks, like the afterglow of a sunset. And as we wait for our bodies to calm, we continue to stand together, deflated yet full, sticky yet unfazed.
‘Imagine if that made it onto the work trip content,’ I joke.
‘Definitely save that one for the director’s cut,’ Dan quips. ‘In other words, our memories.’ Surprisingly, Dan gestures me in for a long hug. A guy has never offered me this after sex, though the feeling of his comforting embrace – to be held – is paramount to me in this very moment.
Because in this moment, Dan isn’t my coworker. Our office work lives in Brisbane don’t exist. We’re just two skyscrapers, coincidentally planted next to each other. Not a whole lot of responsibility for either of us, unless holding space for people counts.
*
We opt for a room service dinner at sunset, where Dan and I capture some of the most aesthetic video content on the work trip thus far.
We attempt to make a sky-high meal on the balcony look like a couple’s getaway without it looking too much like a couple’s getaway.
For the sake of Untold Media seeing our work Instagram stories, of course.
We’ve been instructed to upload as we go, then edit the video and photo content when we get back into the office.
After dinner, we sit and drink a wine on the balcony, my head nestled on Dan’s shoulder as we watch the light drain from the sky.
We kiss tenderly, savouring the moment like it’s the sun, slipping away.
Dan soon says he wants to finish his wine in the bath and asks me if I want to join him.
I do, my back pressed into his chest as he runs his finger across my shoulders and arms.
We soak peacefully in the suds for a while, then I tell him I’m going to go for a walk while he bathes.
As I towel off, I take mental photos of him lying there in the tub, all relaxed, as if it’s the last time I’ll see him or something. You can never really know.
After finding a spot on the river shore, I phone Blake.
‘Are you calling to tell me there’s in fact been a death?’ she answers.
I let out a laugh. ‘Hey. Did I catch you at a bad time?’
‘Well, it’s a Tuesday and you’re living your best life, and I’ve been working in an office, so yeah, it’s a bad time. Anyway, how is it?’
‘Good of you to ask. Because I have something huge to tell you!’
I need to inform her. If it’s going to be anyone, it’s going to be Blake. Can’t possibly keep it to myself. Waiting no longer, I spill the tea about Dan, from the Pride parade to the sexual tension, to now, when we’ve finally made those fantasies a riverside reality.
‘Oh, shit!’ Blake erupts. ‘Dycock, this is… wow . In all seriousness, though, trust you to get yourself in a situation like this. Also, this has been going on for days and you didn’t think to mention it?’
‘Uhh, well,’ I counter. ‘I was just confused.’
‘I mean, fair enough. But, like, oh my God! And now you’re on a romantic trip with him in Noosa. This is some serious tea.’
‘Yeah, I’m still just a little wary,’ I admit.
‘Of Christian ripping your dick off if he finds out?’
‘Among other things.’ I sigh. ‘I don’t want to make things complicated. And after everything with Hudson…’
‘I know, I know. But Dycock, my darling, don’t think about that right now.’
‘It’s kinda hard not to. Like, what if it doesn’t work out?’
‘And what if it does?’ she puts forth.
She’s right. But I’m still scared at what’s unfolding.
Dan’s asleep by the time I return to the room. And once I crawl into bed, cuddled up next to him, he holds onto my arm as I drape it over his ribcage.
‘Night,’ he whispers dozily .
I pause, then say, ‘Night’ with a smile that lingers like full moonlight, illuminating and unspoken.