The Friday following Keene’s Arizona trip rolls around quickly, and since the Wildcats are home this weekend, it means more nights of him here with me instead of some stupid hotel room in another state. Which, as much as it shouldn’t matter to me, I’m grateful for.
Ever since the morning I woke up after he returned from Arizona to find him in my bed, half of my body sticky with sweat since he’s a literal space heater, I’ve come to crave more contact with him. And as much as I despise sharing a bed with anyone—and Keene takes up more room than any girl I’ve ever had sleep over—I can’t help but love waking with our limbs tangled together.
It’s just…different with him.
I’m different with him.
He hasn’t tried to crawl in my bed since, but I’m to the point where I don’t think I’d stop him if he tried. In fact, I think I’m more disappointed he hasn’t snuck in here in the few days since. Besides, I’d love nothing more than to wake him up with a blowjob in the middle of the night, one of these days. Which I haven’t gotten to do yet, since he keeps denying me the chance.
I could be a little more vocal about it, or maybe even forceful and take what I want…but when this whole thing started, it was about Keene and his sexual exploration. It was never meant to be about me and what I want to do to him. I guess I can’t really complain either, because damn is his mouth talented, but I haven’t done much more than fuck him with my fist, and it makes me wonder if there’s a reason why he doesn’t want my mouth on him.
The only thing I can think of is that he thinks I don’t want to give back to him.
It definitely seems that way, no matter how ludicrous the theory is. I love sex, and Keene knows that. Add in that I definitely love what Keene and I are doing together, so why wouldn’t I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel?
But I can’t lie; I’m craving him. To know how he tastes and feels sliding over my tongue. And the last thing I want is my partner in the bedroom to feel like I’m not giving them the same amount of attention they give me.
I’m a tit-for-tat kind of guy.
Which is how I end up basically sprinting to his room after cutting out of my studio early today, ready to start making some demands of him. Namely, to let me suck his dick until he begs me to stop.
Except when I burst through the door of his room to find him lying across his bed—sans shirt, as fucking always—he shoots a glare at me and snaps his laptop closed before pulling it closer to his stomach. I halt in the doorway, taking in the slight scowl on his face.
Whoa. What the hell?
“What’re you doing?” I ask slowly, taking in the blush creeping from his cheeks down his neck—a telltale sign of his embarrassment.
“Nothing,” he says a little too quickly. “Just some homework.”
I give him a knowing look, my brows arching as I cross over to him. “Really? Then why do you look like you were about to rub one out to some porn?”
One of the benefits of knowing Keene as well as I do is that I’m able to read him way too easily. He doesn’t even have a chance to hide the guilt on his face before a smile breaks across my face.
“Oh my God, you totally were.” When he doesn’t respond, the blush now starting to spread to the top of his pecs, I let out a laugh. “If you wanted to get off, you could’ve just waited for me to get home.”
In fact, now that I’m here…
He frowns, his hands tightening on the laptop. “Maybe I wanted a solo session, okay?”
The corners of my lips curl up at the lie, which I know it absolutely is, because who the fuck would prefer to masturbate over someone else’s hand or mouth?
“If you say so,” I say with a shrug before plopping down on the bed and crawling up beside him. His frown deepens as he watches me settle in, my back against the wall and thigh pressed against his. “What?”
“Don’t you have something to do?”
I shake my head. “Nope. So what’re we watching?”
He lets out a long-winded sigh, his eyes sinking closed as he taps his fingers on the laptop. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s counting to ten, so he doesn’t murder me or something.
“If you’re actually planning to be a dickhead by staying in here, you can’t judge me. I was just…retrying something you’d suggested.”
What?
I’m completely lost on what he’s talking about…until he lifts the laptop open, and my eyes take in the screen before me.
And the thumbnail of two men making out naked on a couch is the one pulled up.
Oh, shit.
“Gay porn,” I say softly, trying to keep the surprise out of my voice. I must not manage it very well, though, because Keene aims another glare at me.
“I said, no judgment.”
“I’m not judging,” I say quickly. “Just…observing.”
“Great observation, Pen.” He rolls his eyes. “So now that you know it’s gonna be two dudes fucking, will you go?”
I honestly wasn’t prepared to watch gay porn with him. Hell, I wasn’t really prepared to watch any porn with him for more than five minutes before jumping him. But my curiosity on how I’ll react to this is planting me firmly in the hell no, I’m staying category.
Instead of answering though, I smirk and ask, “Don’t you dare?”
His nostrils flare, the pink on his cheeks returning when he realizes where I’m going with this. “I hate you so much.”
“No, you don’t. Now answer.”
The tick of his jaw makes me think he’ll actually say no and tell me to get the fuck out so he can have some privacy. So when he whispers fine, my stomach does a little flutter of happiness. And maybe a little bit of nervousness too.
“I dare you to let me stay and watch with you.”
I think I hear him mutter something along the lines of Jesus, take the wheel before he looks at me, his entire face as red as a tomato now.
“If you start doing anything stupid, I’m kicking you out.” I go to reply, but the second I open my mouth, he glares and says, “I’m dead serious, Pen.”
All I do is nod in acceptance of his terms, then he clicks into full screen and hits play before setting the laptop off to his side where we both can see it.
I’m not really sure what I was expecting of gay porn, but it sure wasn’t to start off with one dude on his knees while he straight up deep throats another dude’s cock within the first five seconds. And though I know it’s porn and it’s actors who are literally paid to fuck, these guys make it look easy to take an eight or nine incher to the hilt.
It’s impressive.
“Damn,” I whisper, my eyes wide as I flick my attention to Keene briefly before moving back to the screen.
It took Keene a few tries to really get the hang of taking me as deep as this guy on the screen is—and while I’m a good size, I’m not nearly as thick—but he made it look pretty easy too.
Which makes me wonder if…is it even that hard to deep-throat a dick?
From all the girls I’ve been with, they made it out to be a challenge. Then again, none of them were nearly as enthusiastic about my cock as Keene is.
I watch as the scene shifts, the guy who was sucking now bent over the arm of a couch as the other one fingers the hell outta his ass. Like, he’s really pounding into him, and I swear, something like that should hurt like a motherfucker. Yet from the pants and moans coming through the laptop speakers, the dude getting finger-fucked is loving every second of it.
Keene shifts beside me, one hand coming to rest on his lap as he discreetly tries to adjust himself without me noticing. I notice, though. Because Keene’s reaction to this is far more interesting than the acts playing out on the screen.
Even when the top slides inside his partner and starts fucking him hard and relentlessly, I’m still more entranced by Keene. Literally, these two guys on the screen are going at each other like they’re starved animals and it does nothing for me. I’m not hard or turned on in the slightest. Which should be confusing as hell for me, considering how hot I get just looking at Keene without a damn shirt on.
Who—speaking of—is now pitching a rather impressive tent beneath his sweats while his attention stays fixated on the screen.
He’s liking it, apparently.
But it’s that sight—of Keene’s arousal, rather than the porn—that finally gets my cock perking up behind my shorts.
Huh, how ‘bout that?
The memory of him in the shower the other night as he came apart by his hands and my words floods my mind as I stare at him. That was basically live action porn, so why did that get me geared up and ready to go, but this isn’t?
It makes no sense to me, no matter how I try to rationalize it, so I’m done trying to figure it out. I’m just gonna go with it instead of overthinking things like I always do.
This is sex. Sex with Keene turns me on. That’s all that matters.
Keene clears his throat, the hand resting across his stomach adjusting his hard-on again briefly. I swear I even catch him giving the tip a little squeeze, a clear indication of trying to calm himself down while I’m still in the room.
But I have zero intentions of letting him take care of that by himself.
“This getting you hot?”
He glances down at his obvious erection before his gaze—practically searing with heat—lands on me. “Not at all.”
My lips twitch into a smile, and I catch his attention moving to my dimple. “Damn shame.”
“It really is,” he says, a sharp laugh coming from him before his attention moves back to the screen. “Guess I better keep watching.”
He can keep watching all he wants, but I’m over this shit. Nothing’s turning me on more than he is right now, seeing his want and desire before me plain as day. Which is how I find myself leaning over him until my lips press against the column of his throat, just below his ear.
His breath hitches before his hand lands on my thigh, latching on tightly as he arches his neck to give me better access. My cock is aching now behind the zipper of my jeans as I continue to explore him with my mouth, tasting him as I lick and kiss a path down his neck until I reach his collarbone. It protrudes slightly, forming a smooth ridge beneath his skin that I map with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he groans, his grip on my thigh tightening. “What’re you doing?”
“Exploring,” I murmur into his skin. “Just keep watching.”
Before he can disagree, I slide further down his body, stripping him of all clothing along my way. His cock slaps against his stomach, hard and waiting for me, but I plan to take my time with him. Add in a little torture to the pleasure I’m about to give him.
My tongue slides down his abs before paying special attention to the smattering of freckles near his belly button, looking eerily similar to the constellation of Orion’s Belt. At least, that’s what I’ve always seen them as, since for as long as I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with Keene’s freckles. That might be weird, but as someone who has absolutely none, I’m mesmerized with his and how they darken and seem to spread when his skin takes a deeper, golden tan in the summer.
When we were kids, I used to joke about connecting all the dots across his back and shoulders. Even pulled out a Sharpie one time when we were in elementary school to give it a whirl, but didn’t get to even press the ink to his skin before his mom put a stop to the shenanigans.
“Pen,” he rasps, a mixture of want and need in his voice as a hand slides into my hair.
Slowly, I lift my gaze to meet his eyes. I’m not prepared for the sheer amount of lust darkening his to damn near black. He’s not even paying attention to the screen anymore, his attention completely locked on me.
“Yeah?”
He swallows hard and his eyes slam shut again, almost pained. And when they reopen, I understand that he really is in pain. Maybe not physically, but emotionally.
He’s at war with himself. Caught in a battle between whatever is rampaging through his head and the want his body is feeling. It’s more than evident in his voice when he lets out a ragged sigh and murmurs, “You don’t have to.”
And it hurts. Damn, it fucking hurts to hear how much he wants this, but he can’t bring himself to ask for it. Demand it, even.
My tongue lashes against his tip, the bead of pre-cum hitting my tongue with a salty tang. He hisses out a curse, the hand in my hair tightening painfully, but nowhere near as much as the ache in my chest or throat when I see that look in his eyes, barely discernible in the dim light.
“I want to,” I mutter, the hand still wrapped around his shaft stroking him slowly. Tentative and unsure.
If he asks me to stop, I will. I’ll get up and go for a run to clear my head. Do my best to forget the sting of rejection from the one person on this Earth I’m not equipped to handle it from.
He licks his lips, searching my face. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to think—”
“I want to, Kee,” I say again, more firmly this time. “Let me make you feel as good as you make me feel every time the roles are reversed.”
The uncertainty etched into his features doesn’t lessen as he nods once, loosening his grip on my hair.
“Tell me if I’m bad at this,” I murmur, still holding his stare. “Show me what you need. I want it to be good for you.”
He cracks a small smile, then. “I doubt I’ll even last long with a view like this.”
I smirk and lower my head more, taking the entire tip of his cock in my mouth while still holding his gaze. Hollowing my cheeks, I give him a firm suck and watch his eyes roll back into his head.
“Oh, fuck. Do that again and this will be over before you know it.”
Being the asshole I am, I do it two more times, drawing out the sexiest groan from deep within his chest. The sound, mixed with the soft sounds of sex coming from his laptop, has my own dick throbbing painfully and my balls seizing up with anticipation. But it also gives me more confidence to take him deeper in my mouth, seeing just how much I can handle.
Letting instinct take over, I bob up and down on his length while I cup his balls in my palm, tugging on them gently. He rocks into my hand, seeking more of what he likes, and it makes me smile around his dick.
Going down on Keene is nothing like going down on any girl I’ve ever been with. And not just for the obvious reason of he has a dick and not a pussy. It’s just…all around different.
The musky taste of his skin and the saltiness of the pre-cum on his tip. How hard and smooth his shaft feels slipping in and out of my mouth. And the way he responds to my touch; it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
He’s rough with me, keeping his fingers anchored tightly in my hair as I work him over. Unashamed in the way he pants and groans when I cup his balls in my hand or take him deep enough to gag. And hearing, seeing, feeling him so turned on only makes me hotter for him.
I try to take him deeper, the way that guy in the video was doing, inhaling through my nose to let him slide to the back of my throat. But the second I do, I start to gag even more.
Jesus Christ, please don’t let me vomit on his dick mid-blowie.
Keene inhales sharply as my throat constricts around his length, loosening his grip on my hair to gently pull my mouth off him. My hand takes over where my mouth was, jacking him in long, measured strokes as I raise my gaze to his. Brown eyes full of trust and desire stare down at me, and I can see the flush painted across his cheeks even in the dim light.
He huffs out a breath before sliding his hand down to my cheek. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, which I’m sure is swollen to hell from blowing him, and the sweetness in his touch has my stomach doing backflips.
“What’s wrong? I—”
A grin forms on his face, and he shakes his head. “Not a damn thing could be wrong right now, Pen. Not one goddamn thing.” His tongue wets his lower lip, my eyes greedily tracking its entire path.
My brows furrow. “Then why’d you stop me?”
“Because, as much as I love the thought of you deep throating me, you don’t have to take the whole thing to get me off. Just do what you’re comfortable with.” He traces his thumb over my lip again before pulling it away. “I promise, everything you’re doing feels fucking amazing.”
Do what I’m comfortable with.
Sounds simple enough, so I push back at the slight niggle of insecurity and go back to my task of making Keene come apart for me in the best way. And it only takes a few minutes to get him completely primed and ready to explode all over again.
“Mmm, more tongue,” he coaxes, his hips rising in shallow thrusts to meet me. “Along the bottom.”
Doing as he asks, I glide my tongue along the underside of his shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just below the head. Then for good measure, I lightly scrape my teeth along the same path as I pull him back so just the head is in my mouth.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that, Pen.”
Pride surges through me, emboldening me to take things a step further. To something else we just watched happen on his laptop.
One hand slides down between Keene’s thighs, bypassing his balls altogether in search of his taint. My thumb runs along the sensitive patch of skin, and his cock twitches between my lips at the contact.
“If your goal is to kill me, you’re almost there,” he pants, rolling his hips a little quicker.
His shaft thickens against my tongue as I continue to bob and suck, teasing the head as I continue to play with his taint. And when my middle finger reaches back further, brushing over the tight rim of his ass at the same time I suck hard on the head of his cock, he lets out the most tortured sound I’ve ever heard. Something between a gasp and a moan that could surely wake the dead.
My finger continues circling the ring of muscle in a taunt, my mind all too aware of this line neither of us has crossed yet. Well, together at least, because my cock is still aching from the way I watched him finger his ass for me through the phone last weekend.
I wonder if—
Popping off Keene, I pull back and roll toward his nightstand. I fumble blindly in the drawer for the bottle of lube he keeps there as my eyes stay locked on Keene, taking the sight of him in and filing it deep in my memory bank. I quickly strip myself down while he takes over stroking himself, studying me. I remove every article of clothing from my body, my skin heating where his eyes eat me alive, before I take the lube in hand and coat my index and middle finger with the cool liquid.
“Are you gonna…” He trails off, and lets out a rough exhale. “I don’t know if I’m ready—”
“I’m not fucking you, Kee,” I assure him, moving back between his legs. My fingers move down, sliding over his taint and circling his rim slowly. A soft chuckle escapes me, because holy shit do I ever want to drive my cock inside him right here and now. But—
“Honestly, I don’t think I’m ready for that yet either. We need to work our way there. Together.”
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “But on the phone last weekend. You said—”
“I know what I said,” I cut him off. “But that was just to get you hot and hard and coming for me. I wanted to see you fall apart while I watched, wishing I was there to make it happen myself. My fingers”—I press the pad of my thumb against his ass, and he gasps—“the ones inside you. My hand”—I take his cock in my free hand and stroke—“the one wrapped around you.”
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, his hips rising off the mattress as he seeks more of the friction my palm is giving him. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I smirk at his unintentional use of our game and keep stroking him while moving to start working a finger inside him. He swallows hard, moving and fucking himself further on the digit, until my knuckles brush against his ass cheeks.
It’s a damn sight to see, Keene splayed out below me and at my mercy.
“You should see yourself right now,” I murmur, squeezing his tip on the upstroke. “Watching you do this for me on video is nothing compared to being the one actually touching you.”
“Having it be you is a thousand times better,” he rasps in agreement.
Sliding my way back down his body, I bite and nip at his abs before my tongue dips into his belly button and continues the path back to his cock. He lets out another shuttering gasp, his ass clenching around my finger.
“Did you work yourself up to three like I asked?” I murmur against his hip, thrusting a second finger inside him. The groan it elicits has my cock aching even more to be inside him.
“I thought you said you weren’t fucking me?”
“I’m not.” Today, anyway. A grin creeps over my face at the thought of stretching him with my dick one day soon. “I just want to know how much more you can take before you come down my throat.”
Because make no mistake about it, I’m not bitching out. Keene’s swallowed every damn time he’s blown me, so there’s not a damn chance I’ll be doing anything different right now.
Taking his cock in my mouth again, I swirl my tongue around the tip before playing with the slit.
My fingers curl up on the out stroke, searching for his prostate. It takes a few passes, and I know the second I find it because he lets out a chain of expletives a sailor would gape at.
“Ohholymotherfuckingshitgod,” he babbles when I swipe over it again.
His cock twitches against my tongue, and I can tell he’s close. Right there on the edge, exactly where I want him to be.
My hips grind into the mattress, desperation clawing at me while he continues to push himself onto my hand. Every drive up has him thrusting into my mouth before sinking back on my fingers, and I let myself get lost in it. In the way he takes what he needs from me, unashamed and unrelenting.
It might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Pen. I…I—”
The grip he has on my hair tightens, his cock throbbing in my mouth as I register what he’s trying to tell me. He’s there, about to come, and I’m dying for it.
But nothing could prepare me for the way my body would react from the first burst of cum hitting my tongue, because the second I taste his release, my own hits me like a fucking freight train.
I moan around his cock, rutting myself faster against the mattress as I milk both our cocks dry before easing into the state of post-orgasmic bliss. Keene doesn’t let me linger there for long, though, before he’s grabbing my arm and tugging it up.
“Get up here,” he demands. “Want my mouth on you.”
I shake my head, pressing a kiss to his V. “No need.”
“Pen, I’m serious,” he says, pulling at my arm again.
“So am I,” I murmur, nuzzling against his softening cock. “I’m all good.”
“So you’re just gonna—” He cuts himself off, his fingers raking through the hair on the top of my head before pulling them enough to make me look at him. His eyes narrow in on my face. “Did you come in your shorts again?”
Well, I’m technically naked, but…
I groan, yanking my head free from his hold to rest my forehead against his taut stomach. “Any chance we can pretend this never happened?”
He lets out a deep belly laugh before dragging me up his body. The second his mouth lands on mine, any sense of embarrassment is gone. All I can focus on is his tongue rolling against mine and the way his palm cups the side of my face.
“Is that a yes?” I mutter, slightly breathless when he finally releases me.
Another chuckle warms my lips. “Not a chance in hell.”
