74. Kaden
Kaden
Now playing: “Mine” by Sleep Token
It’s our last day here, we’re going home tomorrow. And as much as I can’t wait to be rid of this animal-crazed cabin, I’m going to miss the snow and the fresh air. And it’s been nice being out of the city for a while.
We’re still half asleep when we shuffle into the bathroom, only dressed in our boxer briefs. My hair’s a mess and Seth’s got pillow creases on his back. He’s leaning back on the bathroom counter, his eyes wandering all over me.
“What?” I ask around a mouthful of toothpaste.
He moves the toothbrush to his one cheek, speaking around it.
“I’m jealous of your body,” he says,
“Why?” I frown and spit in the sink.
“’Cause you’re hot.” He rinses his toothbrush, and turns back around.
“So are you?”
He places his hands on my shoulders, sliding them down my arms. Then up to my chest and over my abs. “Not like you,” he mumbles. “Look at this!”
I roll my eyes, and turn him around, facing the mirror. Standing behind him, I rest my chin on his shoulder.
“What’s so wrong about you, then?” I say, moving my lips down and placing a light kiss on his skin. Eyes locked with his in the mirror.
“I’m skinny.” He shrugs the other shoulder.
“You’re lean,” I mumble against his skin, moving my hands down his chest and stomach. “And your skin’s really soft.” I move my nose up his neck, inhaling. “You smell good.” Kissing my way down to his shoulder, I let my hand slide down his boxers. “What else?”
My lips graze his skin. I keep his gaze locked with mine as my hand wraps around his dick, pulling his boxers down with the other. He exhales, leaning back against me.
“I’ve got weird hair, it—” His breath stutters as I stroke him from tip to base. “It never behaves.”
“Your hair’s soft, too.”
I put a finger in my mouth, sucking on it and his eyes widen in the mirror. I withdraw and run it down between his cheeks, and as I lightly press it against his hole, he gasps and drops his head back on my shoulder.
“Look at me,” I mumble, lips against his skin. He pulls his head up, meeting my eyes in the reflection. “What else?”
I reach for the lube we left here the other night, coating my fingers.
“My smile’s crooked,” he rushes out.
I snort. “That’s just bullshit. Your smile’s amazing.”
He whimpers as I push a second finger in. His cheeks are starting to flush, spreading down to his chest, and his eyes slightly hooded.
“Anything else?” I ask, grazing my lips over his skin.
“I… Uh, I can’t think when you’re doing that.”
I press my dick against him. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me? How hard you’re making me?” I kiss his shoulder again, adding a third finger. “You haven’t even touched me yet.”
He grabs the counter, dropping his head forward, moaning. I place a hand on his throat, pulling him up again.
“Look at me, Seth,” I whisper, pushing down my boxers and sliding my dick between his cheeks.
“You’re sexy.” I push inside him. “You’re strong.” I glance down at where my dick sinks into him, and it’s like a fire is lit inside me. “You make me fucking crazy.”
I pull my hips back, and thrust back in, watching him in the mirror. Watching us in the mirror.
We’re like day and night.
His blond hair to my black.
His blue eyes to my dark green.
His tanned, mostly bare skin to my pale, ink-filled.
And still, it feels like we’re two pieces of one whole.
I splay my fingers over his throat, pressing just enough to make him whimper, and he drops his head back against my shoulder.
“Eyes on me.”
He pulls his head up, eyes dark, mouth open. Panting and moaning as I piston my hips, going deeper. I stroke his dick in rhythm, and he arches his back and grips the counter until he knuckles turn white.
“Kade,” he whimpers, slinging an arm around my throat, his hand on the back of my head, pulling at my hair, and it drives me to the point of madness.
“You’ve no idea how fucking crazy you make me. You’re fucking divine, Seth.”
I nibble at his earlobe, kissing his neck, biting his shoulder and not once do I take my eyes off his. I want to see everything. I want to see him unravel. I want to make him fall apart at my touch.
“You feel how good we fit together like this?” I grunt, not even knowing what I’m saying. It just pours out of me because that’s what being with Seth does to me. “It’s like you were fucking made for me.”
His eyes widen in the mirror, and I bite down hard on his shoulder, trying to hold back.
“Call me baby,” he whispers. His cheeks pink, hair mussed up, lips sleep-swollen, eyes dark and wide, and I say the only thing that comes to mind.
“You’re perfect, baby.”
He squeezes his eyes shut as he comes and not until he’s shaking and trembling from his orgasm do I let go, and follow him over the edge.
I move my hand up to his jaw, turn his head, and kiss him.
I kiss him like he’s the air to my lungs, and he turns around, draping his arms around me, and clings to me.
Kissing me back with the same hungry intensity.
A hand on my cheek, another on my neck. I wrap one arm around his waist, a hand at the back of his head.
Kissing and tangling our tongues together until it turns to something else. Something softer, gentler.
Until it’s fingers lazily threading through hair, and hands skimming over skin. Until it’s deep exhales, soft noises, and just lips grazing lips. And forehead leaning against forehead.
And I’ve never felt so close to anyone before.
“I think we missed breakfast,” I mumble, bumping his nose with mine. He hums a small sound, smiling with his eyes closed, and my heart does that weird thing again where it trips on itself, causing it to race. I ignore it and press my thumb to his dimple.
“I think there’s cum on the floor,” he whispers. I chuckle, placing a light kiss on his forehead before I untangle myself from his arms, and turn the shower on.
We’d been skiing for a couple of hours when Seth’s parents texted him, asking if we wanted to have lunch with them since we missed breakfast.
We ran into them on our way into the restaurant, and they were on their way out.
My cheeks burned bright red when they asked us where we’ve been.
Seth smoothed it over by telling them we overslept.
And maybe the absolute grin on Seth’s face was enough to convince them we slept in.
But I doubt it. Pretty sure Seth’s mom shot us a suspicious side-eye glance when we parted ways.
And now we’re at the café, eating subs. I’m avoiding eye contact to the best of my capability without seeming like an asshole. If this week has taught me anything, it’s that Seth’s mom and my mom are basically the same person—which means I can’t hide from her either.
It’s not that I think it’s written all over my face that I’m sleeping with their son, but… What the hell do I know?
“So, last day,” Malcom says, leaning back in his chair, chewing. “Back to civilization tomorrow.”
“Yup!” Seth grins.
“No broken bones,” they say at the same time.
Seth’s been walking around with a grin all morning.
Even when I had a rage fit and almost punched a guy in the lift queue, Seth was smiling.
And then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.
Right in front of everyone to see. Not that I mind.
Bigots can fuck right off, if you ask me, but we usually keep it on the down-low in public.
“Are you doing the night session tonight?” Annie asks.
Seth’s been talking about it all week, and I finally caved. I think I’m confident enough on a pair of skis now that I can do it in the dark. I hope. And he said there’re lights, so.
“Yep! Got the tickets,” Seth grins even wider than before.
“Just be careful,” Annie says. “I want grandchildren one day.”
“What?” Seth whips his head her way.
“What?”
“Wh—Are we actually having this conversation right now?”
“I want grandchildren.”
“Yeah, I heard you.” He leans back, closing his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re insane, you know that?”
“What?” Annie shrugs.
“I’m gay, Mom.”
“I know. You’ve told me.”
“So…?” He shakes his head.
“Well, there are other ways—”
“Yeah, but I’m twenty-four.”
“I was twenty-three when I had you,” she says, matter-of-factly.
Seth rolls his eyes before he turns to face me. “Wanna trade moms?”
I chuckle around the last bite of my sub.
“Alright, I’ll settle for marriage,” Annie says, holding her hands up in surrender. Malcolm laughs beside her, shaking his head and Seth rolls his eyes again.