Chapter 9 #3
Even if he didn’t kiss me, I would still ride the bus a hundred more times just to find him. The apartment is empty without him, my life is empty without him. I have no reason to train and do endless drills without him.
His sharp edges, the warmth he gives me…I can’t live without it. I refuse to.
Kissing is just another thing I don’t want to do without him, not now that I know what it’s like.
I kiss him back just as hard, just as desperate, my hands gripping his shirt and pulling him closer even though he’s already leaning against me.
His other hand sneaks down between us, groping my rising hard-on and I groan into his mouth. He squeezes my dick hard, mean and unfair. His grip is hard enough that I gasp and try to close my legs, but he’s right between them, keeping them open with his own body.
Realizing I can’t stop it, nor do I want to, I give in, letting my legs fall open around him.
“I knew you could stretch more,” Colten says, backing away just enough that each word hits my lips. He’s still rubbing my dick through my borrowed sweatpants. “But why is it so—oh, no underwear?”
His sharp gaze studies my face. I’m sure I look like a mess, panting like I’ve been running and my skin burning hot.
“Did you think you were going to get lucky?” he asks. “Is this what you do with all those girls you dated, just show off your body and hope they act like animals in heat?”
“N-no,” I reply, my hips trying to jerk up into the tight hold of his hand, but he pushes his weight down on me, on my dick, keeping me pinned.
He doesn’t even have to hold down my arms. I’ve balled them up at my sides, clenching and unclenching the mat, needing something to hold onto. “They just didn’t fit.”
“Hm,” Colten hums, sitting back as he watches me, unimpressed. He’s still squeezing me, tight and on the edge of pain and pleasure, but I can’t get enough of it.
His face is surrounded by the steady warmth of the glow, giving away how turned on he is despite his judgmental expression.
“Must be hard having such a big dick, huh?” he says, the corner of his lips twitching. “I’m sure all the girls love it, don't they? But Patrick, remember how I said you might not want what I want?”
He leans in again, and I swear there’s a vicious edge to his smile. “If we fuck, I don’t bottom. This big dick of yours—”
He squeezes it even harder, roughly rubbing the heel of his palm against the head of my dick. I gasp as pre-cum squirts out, my fingers clawing at the floor.
“—will be completely useless. Are you fine with that? With me fucking you?”
My brain feels like it’s on fire, every part of my body sweaty and hot, burning wherever Colten touches. He hasn’t even touched my bare skin yet, but this is easily the single hottest sexual experience of my life. Even in my squinted, blurry vision, I can see that I’m glowing brighter than ever.
“Well?” Colten asks, his hips coming forward, something hard and hot shoved against my ass.
He rolls his hips against me, the hard length of what can only be his dick pressing against a part of me I never considered this way.
He continues, “Tell me to stop, and I will, but you have to stop. Pushing. Me.” He punctuates the last three words with strong, mean thrusts of his hips, the hot outline of his clothed dick pressing right up against my twitching asshole.
“That’s—I, um—ahhhh, it’s, it’s…” I try to form words into something coherent, but all I can think about is what this would feel like without our clothes in the way. I would be able to feel the slick press of Colten’s body pushing me down and fucking me until I bounced on his dick.
“I’m not hearing a yes, Patrick. Just tell me it’s too much, I’ll understand,” Colten says, but he still has that vicious smile, eyes gleaming in a way I’ve never seen before.
His hips roll against me again, as if the moment I say ‘yes’ he’ll rip off the stupid layers between us and fuck me raw right here on the floor.
I moan at the thought, unable to think of anything else.
I want that, I really, really do. I want to see his expression as he opens me up, as he holds himself over me, as he fucks me—no, I need it.
Colten’s eyes widen, his body stilling as he stares at me with a hint of confusion. It’s as if he’s shocked at my moan, but he doesn’t let go or pull away. “You really…?”
I lick my lips, watching as Colten’s sharp, intense gaze follows the movement. “Ye—”
There’s a knock on the wall and a very awkward throat-clearing.
We both freeze, eyes wide with horror as both of us remember that his mom is still home and the door is open and oh my god Ms. Hazel heard me moan for her son’s dick—!
“Hey, boys,” Ms. Hazel calls out, thankfully staying away from the stupid open door. “It’s getting late, so why don’t you guys go to bed, hmm?”
“Of course. Sorry, Mom,” Colten replies, his hand off my dick and using it to hide his eyes. His hips have moved back too, now hovering a safe distance away. The only thing connecting us is his other hand on my thigh. I knock my knee against him because I apparently live for his attention.
He lowers his hand just enough to shoot me a glare before pinching my thigh. I suck in a gasp at the pain, but resist the urge to pinch him back. His mom is just behind the wall, after all, and I am clearly the more responsible one right now.
“Good, good… Then, uh, have a good night, you two,” Ms. Hazel replies, clearly as embarrassed as we are. Her footsteps trail away. Colten and I both relax a little, breathing a sigh of relief. At least, until she loudly adds one last thing, “Make sure to use condoms!”
Now I have to bury my face in my hands. I will never be able to look Colten’s mom in the eyes!
Colten chokes a little, and I bump my knee against him again. At least we can drown in embarrassment together.
When I lower my hands, Colten stares down at me. My stomach clenches at his singular attention, but the distance between us helps keep me respectful for Ms. Hazel. A faint glow still clings to him, but his brow is furrowed, as though he's the confused one.
"Patrick..." he begins. Then he breaks eye contact and swallows hard. He looks like he’s thinking far too hard for how late it feels.
"Colten, it's late," I say, pushing myself upright. "Let's just go to bed, okay?"
His gaze snaps back to mine. For a second, he looks ready to argue.
Then whatever fight was in him fades. He sighs and gives a small nod.
So we do as Ms. Hazel suggested and actually go to bed.
Honestly, I don’t think I could do more. The exhaustion from the last three days seems to hit me all at once, making me drag my feet while my eyelids feel heavier than stones. I only manage to brush my teeth after Colten threatens to not let me sleep in his room if I don’t.
With the taste of mint in my mouth, I’m ready to collapse. More so when I notice the usual futon set up on the ground.
Colten is already in bed, his back to me, though he’s clearly still awake. “Turn off the light and go to bed,” he tells me, without even bothering to look at me.
Then he adds, almost as if muttering to himself, "I'm not dealing with anything else until tomorrow.”
I stare at the sad-looking futon. I’ve slept on that thing many times. My gaze turns to the comfortable warmth of Colten and his proper bed. I make a decision with the few remaining brain cells I have left.
I turn off the lights and step over the futon before shoving myself into Colten’s bed.
“Wha—hey, no!” Colten says, slapping at me, but I continue to wrestle my way under his already warm covers while pushing him towards the wall. “This is a twin! We literally can’t fit—!”
“Not with that attitude,” I mutter.
It really is a tight fit, the bed creaking under our combined weight, but I’m too tired to think of any logical thoughts right now. So I just kind of grab Colten and shuffle him on top of me, like my own personal weighted blanket.
“I’m going to crush you,” he warns. I’m pretty sure it’s a threat.
“Okay, but later,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist and letting myself relax. It’s a bit awkward, Colten’s body sprawled out on top of mine, his elbow digging painfully into my ribs and knee concerningly close to crushing my dick.
Yet, as I relax, Colten just grumbles under his breath and repositions himself on top of me, his head pillowed on my chest and his breathing slowing down.
It’s relaxing, that warm feeling filling me up again, the one that isn’t so much based on body temperature but on a warmth that starts in my chest and flows through my limbs.
It feels like the sun itself is trapped in my ribcage, and I never want to let it escape. I want to hold it, cherish it, and keep it close.
I sigh, happy as Colten settles on top of me. Why haven’t we done this before? It’s not like we haven’t shared beds before.
“It’s a good thing you’re short,” I murmur, my thoughts already slipping under the weight of my exhaustion.
Colten softly slaps my arm in retaliation, but even that doesn’t keep me from falling asleep, not when I’m so comfortable and warm.