Chapter 12 Kris
I don’t get nervous. No stage fright, anxiety, or jitters at all. But I’m feeling jumpy and electric as I walk through the darkening downtown streets from the train stop towards Dave’s apartment. I don’t know how else to describe it. Like some kind of sizzle through my blood. Every time I think of Dave whispering in my ear then bolting away, his body trembling with excitement, I get that zappy feeling.
It’s partly because I know it could go wrong. I could fuck it up or we could just be a lousy match. It wouldn’t be the first time. But then I think about how it could go right. That I might hear Dave moaning with pleasure under me. Or on top of me. I don’t fucking care how we do it. It'll be a thrill no matter what. I finally get to touch him. See him. And take him apart. Zap, zap, zap.
I try not to think about how things will unfold, because I don’t want to be disappointed. But it’s hard to stop. I’m imagining him jumping into my arms or forcing me to eat a salad first. There’s lots of ways Dave could play this, and I’m down for just about any of them. Unless he changes his mind. That would suck for sure. But life sucks frequently, so I’ll deal with that if I have to.
I recognize the gray stucco walls of his apartment structure from the last time I visited. It hasn’t been that long, but so much has changed since he kicked me out. No matter what, I don’t expect a repeat of that. Tonight, I’m going to see what’s going on behind that closed door.
My boots clatter up the concrete stairs. This isn’t one of those fancy buildings with a security code and an elevator. Here, anyone can walk up the exterior stairs and knock on your door. This anyone is headed there fast. I take the stairs two at a time, not because I’m eager, because I’m impatient. What’s Dave doing now? What’s he wearing? Probably nothing much, and not for much longer. Zap!
After I knock, I realize I’m bouncing on the tips of my toes. I stop and take a deep breath, so Dave won’t notice. But then nothing happens. He doesn’t answer the door. I wait for a minute, then knock again.
I hadn’t considered that Dave would not show up to his own hookup. I mean, he didn’t have any trouble telling me to scram the last time I came here. He wouldn’t really ghost me, would he? Is he even in there? Maybe he got jumped on his way home or got hurt somehow. I knock louder, not wanting to leave it to chance. This time I hear something, but it’s not what I’m expecting.
A thud reverberates through the apartment and then a man’s voice cursing loudly. What the hell is going on in there? Does Dave have an intruder? Before I can consider anything else, the door swings open and Dave’s standing there with his hand on forehead. He looks disheveled and sleepy?
“Sorry,” he says. “I fell asleep while I was waiting, then the knocking surprised me, and I fell off the couch.”
A wave of relief blows through me, and I can’t help smiling.
“Can I come in?”
I should probably offer to come back later, but I want to stay more than anything.
“Yeah.” Dave rubs his eyes and opens the door wider so I can come in. He’s wearing those flimsy basketball shorts and tank top again. How many times have I fantasized about ripping them from his body?
I take one step, and he clears his throat. “This is a no shoes house.” He points to the sneakers lined neatly by the door.
“Sure thing. Want to give me a hand?” I point to my boots. He narrows his eyes at me, unsure what I’m proposing. I laugh and put a hand on his shoulder. “I need help balancing, boss,” I say as I unzip the leather. “You didn’t think I’d make you kneel at my feet and pull them off, do you?”
Dave grunts like that was exactly what I was thinking. I wasn’t, but now my mind is totally picturing him on his knees looking up at me through those dark lashes.
“Can I get you anything? Water or something?” Dave asks, shuffling into the kitchen. I close and lock the door.
“I don’t want a goddamned thing except you.”
Dave smiles his Hollywood perfect smile, and my chest tightens. I want him so bad, it’s all I can do to keep from tackling him to the floor. I think he sees it in my eyes because he laughs and says, “Alright, you’ve got me.”
He looks more alert now as he abandons the water pitcher and stalks towards me. I stalk right back. When we meet in the middle of the living room, there’s a moment where we just stare at each other like boxers about to enter the ring, but instead of fighting, we’re grabbing each other and hurtling into a kiss.
It’s messy. We’re both too excited and we keep bumping teeth and stumbling. Everything is hands and elbows and lips knocking together. To keep from falling, I anchor my hand on Dave’s hip and lock him against me. Our chests are touching and he’s all I can see.
Dave smells so good. He tastes so good, too. The spicy Dave-ness explodes on my tongue as I deepen the kiss, and he pulls me in. And he groans like he’s loving it. His strangled cries of pleasure shoot straight to my cock. And to my head. And to my heart, God help me. I feel drunk on Dave’s noises but only want more.
I hook a finger on his tank top to drag him towards the couch, and he eagerly follows. We tumble onto the cushions with a collective oof. He lands on top of me, which is fantastic but also makes it harder to move, because Dave’s not light. I manage to snake my arm around him and slide my hand down the hard plane of his back and under the waistband of his shorts. I find no underwear, only the silken expanse of Dave’s ass under my fingers. The air puffs out of my lungs. I’m breathless with want, with need, and with happiness. I can’t believe Dave agreed to this. And he’s digging it, if I’m reading this right.
Dave moans as I squeeze his ass and then he’s squirming around, like, a lot. Definitely loving it, but why all the random movements? Then I realize he’s trying to open my belt with one hand. Reluctantly, I take my hands out of his shorts and move to help with the belt.
He rolls to the side and almost knees me in the balls trying to give me more space. He smiles at the narrow miss, then I smile back, and it takes us a minute to stop grinning at each other and continue working on the belt. I fumble twice, then finally get it off, then Dave dives in and unbuttons my jeans.
I love how messy this is. How uninhibited Dave is. I’ve never seen him loose like this. Desperate like this. Even when that punk was threatening with rocks, he kept his cool. Well, he’s not cool now. His skin is scalding hot, and his movements are jerky and rushed. He wants me; me, of all people. I can barely contain my surprise that it’s really happening. And oh, it’s really happening. Dave is rubbing my bulge and mouthing at the fabric. I may pass out just from the joy of it, while my dick feels ready to punch through my briefs. He looks up at me then and makes eye contact.
God damn. What a picture he makes hovering above my dick. Cheeks pink, lips bruised from kissing. Tongue darting out to wet his lips. His eyes are hungry, excited. And I’m thrilled. Because this is Dave. My Dave! The uptight barista I’ve wanted since day one. The guy who I thought would hate me or look down on me. But he’s looking up at me now and he wants me.
“Can I?” he asks in a husky voice, and I have to take a breath to keep from coming right there.
“You’re the boss. Do what you want.” My voice is strained with need.
His lips curl into a filthy smile. And then he’s reaching into my pants and slowly pulling out my erect cock. Why’s he moving so carefully? I want to tell him to grab it. Is making me suffer part of the game? I suck in a breath when I understand what it actually feels like, that he’s savoring the moment. Savoring me.
Dave rubs his nose and lips over the base of my cock, like a cat scenting its mate. He closes his eyes and inhales, his tongue darting out and tasting me. Bliss. And not just because I’ve got a hot guy on my dick. It’s because it’s Dave.
I try to relax a little because I get the feeling that Dave is going to take his time with this. Which is all good with me. Beyond good. He can take as much time as he wants. And I’m not just talking about blow jobs here. I’m talking about all of me for however long he wants.
At this moment, I want to give my whole self to him, which would normally be alarming. But now, it’s heaven, because look at him lying there between my legs, licking a stripe up the underside of my dick like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. It feels amazing, but what really gets me is the expression on his face. Like this is a treat for him. He’s enjoying the hell out of it. He only breaks focus to flick his eyes up to mine to check in. He must like what he sees because he smiles and goes back to his explorations.
He wraps one of those beautiful hands around the base of my cock and envelops me with his lips and sucks until he’s tight around me. I’m panting, trying to stave off the climax I feel building. I want to last longer, but it’s too good, too perfect, too Dave. I watch as he takes me deeper, moving his hand and relaxing his throat until I’m nearly fully seated in his mouth. He hums with pleasure and slides that little way further, and the sight of it is what breaks me,
“Can’t hold back,” I grit out and he hums again, burying his face deeper into me. My climax rushes through me until it finally bursts free, and Dave stays locked in position through each heaving pulse, swallowing me down with enthusiasm. When it’s over, Dave rolls off and kisses me on my inner thigh. He looks up and our eyes meet.
My heart thumps dramatically as he smiles at me, his cheeks red and his lips wet. His expression is completely open and unguarded. Joyful even. And I’m so grateful for this moment. Grateful for him. I don’t think anyone has ever enjoyed being with me this much, not even my best friend, Jules. It feels like he’s given me a gift. And my impulse is to guard it carefully and to do anything I can to get it again.
“What?” he asks, blushing.
“What, yourself.” I ruffle his hair. “I think it’s my turn now.” I rub my thumb over his pinkened cheek. He leans into my touch.
“You just had your turn,” he says archly.
“No, my turn to taste you. To make you come. You want that, right?” I can’t stop touching him, tracing his eyebrows and the curve of his lips.
“Mmmmm, yeah.” It takes him a moment to realize he’s still on top of me and will have to move. “So, where do you want me?”
“On every surface in the house.”
I mean it as a joke, but my voice sounds hungry.
“You know what I mean. On my back or standing up? Something else.”
“It’s a blowjob not the Olympics. Why don’t you stand up?” I say. He shifts off me. “I’ll support you if your knees get weak.”
Dave rolls his eyes and stands up. I stay on the couch and position myself so I'm eye level with his erect cock.
“You’re an arrogant bastard, you know that?” he says, but his eyes are warm and he’s smiling.
“I know. But in this case, I can back it up.” I reach to drag down his shorts and look up at him. His grin widens.
“Show me.”