AnyH0leWillDo: I’ll be the squirrel, you be the tree, and I’ll bust a nut in your hole.
Creampie_dreampie: idk bc Not_Your_Baby is looking pretty baby to me rn
A knock at the door flings my heart up into my throat.
This… What is this??
I thought I was too high to feel such things…
Slipping the shirt I stole over my head, I rush to the door, crushing the grin on my lips. I’m mostly kidding with this ensemble, but I also really want to see the expression on his face.
Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I whip open the door and grab him by the shirt, hauling him inside. His eyes are wide, a smile resting on his full lips that seems to be accompanying this cute little chuckle. Very uncharacteristic for my stepbrother.
But from Kyran… The Kyran I spent Christmakkah with, in my bed at our parents’ house… I think it’s a special gift for only me.
Like the Boston Red Sox cap he gave me, mumbling an adorable, “Because I couldn’t stand looking at that Yankees hat for one more second.”
Really, though… Since when is he so cute??
Kyran steps in front of me, grin widening as his head slants, arms folded over his chest while he looks me up and down. “So I didn’t actually lose my jersey… You stole it.”
I drag my bottom lip between my teeth, and his hazel eyes zone in on it happening. “I think you should be thanking me for locating it.”
He chuckles, crowding into my space, his hand sliding up the material of his football jersey covering my chest. “You know I never washed this after my last game…” His smile brushes mine, and I hum.
“I like it. You smell hot,” I rasp, and he laughs again.
Clasping my hands in the silky strands of his honey-colored hair, I pull him closer, kissing him slow, playing with his tongue until I’m jittering like a fiend.
“You look so good in this,” he purrs into my mouth, clutching a fistful of his jersey while our bodies writhe together, lips working up ravenous suction. “Better than anyone else who’s ever worn it…”
“Even you?” I tease.
“You wish, dumbass.” He grins, backing me up against the door, both of our dicks straining between us.
Except that he’s wearing pants, and I only have my Calvins on… So it feels really fucking good when he drags all those inches along mine.
Spinning and pushing him against the wall with a grunt, I kiss him harder, working us both into a trance while my hand slides in between us to cover his erection.
“You want me to leave it on?” I ask, easing him backwards, toward the bedroom.
He nods frantically, and I can’t help the salacious smirk on my swollen lips.
We were supposed to stay at home for a week, but it became clear from being there for two seconds that Kyran didn’t want to do that. So the day after Christmas, I pitched the idea to him about making up some football excuse so we could come back to the dorms early. I would’ve liked to spend some more time with my mom, but I think getting Kyran out of there was a little more important.
So we came back to BC two days ago, and have spent pretty much every waking minute of that time with our hands, mouths, and dicks otherwise indisposed.
I told him it would make more sense for him to just stay here… While everyone else is away for Christmas break. Why not recreate that amazing night we had at home over and over again, for as long as we can?
But Kyran is still hesitant. I can’t say I expected him to just drop all of his straight-guy nervousness right away. I’m just glad that he keeps coming over here, willingly, no longer under the guise of recording ourselves for the OnlyFans. Of course, we do still do that… Because it’s what we’re used to, and it’s fun. But it doesn’t feel like a necessity anymore, which is as amazing as it is unnerving.
If we’re not doing this for the fans, then that means we’re doing it… for each other. For a relationship of some kind. And I don’t think Kyran is prepared to deal with that. Truth be told, I’m not sure I am either. Because I’ve never done anything like that before. Not with a guy… Not with anyone.
I’m a relationship virgin, and it has me in a constant state of panic that I’ll do something to scare him off. We all know he’s more than skittish as it is…
“Avi…” He mumbles on my lips in between us mauling each other on the way to my bed. “I have a surprise for you…”
“Yea,” I hum, pulling him on top of me as I crash down onto it. “I have a surprise for you, too.”
“Okay, but mine actually doesn’t involve sex.” He stops me before I can rip his shirt over his head.
“Oh?” I breathe, chest jumping from how goddamn turned on I am.
He shakes his head, brows zipping together. “Why… does yours?” I nod, biting my lip.
“Oh…” He slides his fingers over my abs, still covered by his jersey. “Well, I guess we could do yours first then.”
This time, I shake my head. “No, no. Now I want to hear about this non-sexual surprise you have for me.”
His cheeks flush. “We have to go outside for it. I mean, we have to… leave the dorm.”
I’m gaping at him like he’s just sprouted two more heads, and they’re both equally gorgeous and adorable. He has a surprise for me that actually involves us… being out in the world?
“Okay.” I nod slowly, really attempting to contain my zeal. “Should I… get dressed?”
He shows me an almost ecstatic grin. “Yes.” His eyes glide over me once more and he whispers, “But keep wearing the jersey. Please.”
Fuck me sideways, I’m going to swoon to death.
Kyran crawls off the bed, offering me his hand while I get up, twirling like a top from how different this all seems. How much he’s acting like a hesitant hetero boyfriend. I could be imagining it… but the fact that he wants to take me out of the dorm is certainly a step in that direction.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going, or is that part of the surprise?” I ask while we leave the Thomas More Apartments, wandering outside into the chill.
“That’s part of it.” He grins at me from the side, walking up toward the main street, expecting me to follow him. Which I do.
He stops in front of a black SUV and spins to face me.
“Did you… buy me a car?” I blink, and he laughs.
“Uh, no.” He rolls his eyes in amusement. “It’s a rental. Part one of the surprise requires us to drive.”
Grabbing me by the arm, he tugs me around the car, a Benz—a super fancy one. He opens the passenger door for me, gesturing for me to hop in, and I do, all the while wondering what on earth he’s up to.
Did he really just open my door for me…?
Kyran gets into the driver’s seat and buckles up, starting her with a quiet hum before he peeks at me. “You ready?”
I grin. “Always.”
Shifting, he pulls us away, cruising the streets from the BC campus.
“Can I put some music on?” I ask while he drives, looking comfortable and sexy behind the wheel.
I must admit, I really like it. I’m not much of a driver myself, growing up in the city and all. I know how, and I enjoy doing it on occasion. But I think I might like being chauffeured by him way more.
Kyran plucks his phone out of the center console, unlocking it quick and handing it to me. “It’s hooked up to the Bluetooth. I’ve got Spotify.”
That gives me an idea…
Searching for the Spotify account I made, I select one of my playlists entitled for the FANS, and press play.
Kyran peeks at me, and I smirk. “You recognize this song?”
“Oh yes,” he sighs. “You used to play it constantly when we lived together.” I chuckle. “I probably know all the words at this point.”
“Really?” I cock my head. “Prove it.”
He laughs, shaking his head. But as soon as I start singing, he joins me. And the next thing I know, we’re both belting out the words to one of my favorite Weezer songs, “Say It Ain’t So.” And yes, he does seem to recall all the words, because when we get to the part about Dear Daddy, I write you, he’s got the whole thing down. I’m dying laughing by the time the song ends, and he’s wiping tears from his eyes.
“Ooh, this one’s good too.” I bounce in my seat as “She” by Green Day starts.
“You know, I feel like you’re too young to like this music.” He chuckles.
“Oh please,” I scoff. “Nineties music is clutch. Plus, I told you—”
“It’s what your mom used to play,” he finishes my thought, glancing at me. “I know. I remember.”
Pursing my lips to keep the vibrant smile down, I settle into my seat, humming along with the music. The next song is starting while I gaze out the window at the signs. We’re leaving Boston Proper, I guess you’d call it, and heading away from the city altogether.
“How far are we going?” I ask, impatience lining my tone while I start fiddling with things on the dash.
“The word is surprise, Avi,” he hums, giving me one of his scolding looks.
“I know, but like… how much longer?”
“Do you have ADHD or something?” he grumbles through an amused smirk.
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Maybe. Probably. Ooh! What’s this stuff??”
I turn, bending to check out some bags on the floor of the backseat. It looks like they’re filled with snacks, but he smacks me on the side before I can get a good look.
“Just sit down and shut up,” he barks, though he’s still grinning. “Jesus, you’re like a child.”
“Sorry HGB,” I snicker, nestling into my seat.
“What’s that? What are you calling me??”
“It stands for Hot Grouchy Blonde.” I grin, and he scowls. “It’s what the fans used to call you when they were begging for us to collab.” I chuckle.
“How endearing,” he mutters, and I bite my lip.
“Hey, if the shoe fits…”
He shoots me a look, but he can’t seem to stop smiling and it’s really just driving me insane. He looks… happy. For pretty much the first time since I’ve known him. Without orgasms, or football… It’s pretty astonishing.
“I saw that picture of us you posted to the Fans, by the way…” he says sternly.
I already know what he’s talking about. I snapped a picture of him last night, after I made him come three times and he was cuddled up on my chest, his sandy hair all tousled about, cheeks flushed, and his eyes closed. Of course his face was covered in the one I posted. He also wasn’t exactly sleeping, but he was in one of his post-orgasm dazes when he just won’t stop touching me.
It was a moment I couldn’t not capture. So I snapped a picture and shared it on the OnlyFans, with the caption, I think he’s definitely my baby now.
Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I peer at his face, hoping he’s not going to call me a mushy idiot for it. “Did you see what they were saying?”
“Yea,” he sighs, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel. “They kinda freaked out over it, huh?”
“Because they’re fans of us, Kyran,” I tell him sincerely. “Us together. It’s like watching a love story and rooting for the two main characters to end up together. Sure, they love to watch us fucking, but I think they also love us as a… couple.”
His smile finally falls away, and my gut starts to churn with unease.
I pushed too far. See, this is what happens when you don’t know how to be in a relationship. You act like a freak and ruin everything by being so painfully uncool.
Kyran’s eyes flit to mine. “But in those movies… it’s fake. Right? I mean, the actors aren’t really together…”
Rubbing my palms up and down on my jeans, I hum, “That’s true… Although, I guess sometimes they are. In real life.”
He nods, quietly staring at the road ahead, like he’s deep in thought.
It’s stiflingly quiet inside the car until he finally mumbles, “I don’t know how to do this, Avi…”
“Do what?” I ask, terrified of what he’s about to say, and hating every second of it.
“I don’t know how to… admit that I’m…” He stops to swallow and chew on his lower lip. “That I might like…”
My chest tightens when I realize that he’s not necessarily worried about liking me as a person… His concerns are with him liking the same sex.
“Guys?” I toss out the word he’s dancing around, and he glares at me. But it’s less angry and more… afraid.
I feel awful that he’s struggling with this so much more than I ever did. I mean, I haven’t officially come out as bisexual to anyone other than my friends, but still. I know telling my mom won’t be anywhere near as difficult as him telling his dad would be. Or his teammates.
“You don’t have to worry about it right now,” I tell him, letting him know with my tone that I’m being serious while also remaining firmly planted right here for him. “There’s no rush to figure things out. Just enjoy yourself, and it’ll happen… when it happens.”
He comes to a stop at a red light and turns to face me a little, severe appreciation and some mild astonishment shining in his eyes. “I have a question…”
“Ask me.”
“Why do you act like you don’t care about anything when it’s so obvious that you do?” He tilts his head. “Why do you… do all these drugs to tranquilize the real Avi? You don’t have to… He’s crazy smart, and sweet, and… kind of fucking awesome.”
My mouth hangs open for a moment while I just stare at him, feeling like he just ripped the mask clean off my face, and is gazing intently at the ugly mass of doubt underneath.
“It’s…” I murmur, my voice getting caught before I clear my throat. “It’s not always easy being me, Kyran. It’s not like it is for you… Nobody tells me how awesome I am, except my mom. But she’s just saying that because she has to.”
His forehead lines. “No, she isn’t. She’s saying it because it’s true. Avi, do you have any idea how much I wish I could be like you? Be fucking different and proud of that fact?? I think that’s why I always hated you so much… Because I’m jealous of how… free you are.”
I can’t fucking believe what I’m hearing. It’s so intense, there’s a buildup of pressure pushing behind my eyes like a dam about to burst.
Thank God for the light turning green and the person honking behind us for him to start driving again, because I really don’t think I could keep looking into his eyes after something like that without bursting into tears like a total baby.
“I’m sorry…” he mumbles. “If that was heavy, or if it felt like I was calling you out or something. I promise, I’m not. I just… I feel like I’m finally seeing the real Avi. And I like him. A lot.”
Blinking and swallowing over and over to hold myself together, I whisper, “Now you know how I feel…”
I sense that he’s peeking at me, but I can’t look over there again. Not yet. Not when I’m feeling something so potent for him. It’s like this palpable emotion, pleading with me to wrap myself around him and never let go.
We drive the rest of the way without words. Just the crooning melodies of a playlist I made for us, full of songs that remind me of him, and lyrics that won’t stop singing about him in my mind.
A little while later, he pulls off the highway, in a small town I’ve definitely never been to before. Another little grin graces his lips, and he becomes visibly excited once more, which means we must be close. Then he pulls us into an empty parking lot, with a giant white screen in it.
The sign reads Mendon Twin Drive-In.
My face is flinging left and right while I take in the setting. There’s snow all over the ground, and not a car in sight. The place looks abandoned, which would make sense since I’m pretty sure this is a summer activity. There are also signs up everywhere that say Closed, so I’m not sure what he plans to do here.
But either way… It’s romantic as fuck.
“You brought me to the drive-in?” I gasp, grinning and poking him in the stomach. “Because I told you I’ve never been?”
“Yup. It’s honestly my favorite thing.” He sighs, looking out the windows. “My parents used to bring Bridget and me here when we were little… in the summer. The place would be packed with cars. We’d put the seats down in the back and cuddle up with blankets and pillows.”
I turn to check the backseat, and he chuckles.
“I didn’t bring that stuff.” He leans back against the seat, sloping his face my way. “I figured we could keep each other warm…” He bites his lip.
“I thought this was a non-sexual surprise?” I smirk.
He shrugs. “It’s us. I don’t think anything we do is non-sexual.”
I have to laugh at that. “Good point. But… the place is closed?” I look around. “How are we going to watch a movie?”
He reaches into the backseat, returning with his laptop case. “Way ahead of you, babe.” Unzipping it, he pulls out his laptop while I openly gawk at the side of his face. “If you’re going to keep acting crazy every time I call you that, then I’ll be forced to stop doing it.”
I press my lips together. “Sorry. It’s just… Babe. I like babe.”
“I thought you might.” He slinks a side-look at me that’s part teasing, part totally sexy and boyfriend-y, and… fucking mine.
Great Odin’s raven, I have zero chill right now.
Kyran sets up his laptop on the dash, fiddling with it while he says, “Grab those bags back there. We’ve got movie snacks.”
Picking up the bags, I dig through them to find all my favorite things. Cans of Coke and root beer, gummy bears, Raisinets, Smartfood popcorn, pizza-flavored Pringles, and of course, Twizzlers. Tons of Twizzlers.
“Wait a minute…” I squint into the bag. “I don’t see a single PowerBar in here.” I peek at him. “What are you gonna eat?”
He laughs out loud, and my stomach tingles. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m on vacation. Plus, I can just go extra hard on the cardio later.” He winks at me.
“I’m very uncomfortable with how much I’m swooning right now,” I mumble, and he chuckles again. “Just saying…”
“All part of the plan… baby,” he hums, grabbing me by his jersey and pulling my lips to his.
We end up kissing until I’m practically climbing over the center console to get on top of him, but we both pull apart when we realize it’s not what we’re supposed to be doing right now.
I plop back into my seat with a hazy breath. “So, what are we watching?”
“Your choice.” He brushes his hair back with his fingers. “I’ve got all the best of Scorsese and Tarantino.”
“The kings,” I point out, and he nods.
“Naturally. But I also have my personal favorites… Rob Zombie’s Halloween, all the Texas Chainsaw Massacres, The Strangers, and Silence of the Lambs.”
“Oh right, I forgot. You’re a horror movie fanatic,” I smirk, and he grins. “Okay, well let’s go Silence of the Lambs, because it’s in my top five.”
His face whips in my direction. “It’s in my top five, too.”
“Really??” I gasp, thrilled by these occasional similarities we’re finding sprinkled within the sea of our vast differences.
“Yup.” He beams with pride, then counts out his top five on his fingers, “Silence of the Lambs, The Strangers, Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, and The Departed. In no particular order.”
“Wow. Solid top five.” I clap for him, and he bows.
“Now you go.”
“Okay…” I hold up my hand, lifting a finger for each. “Goodfellas, Beetlejuice, Silence of the Lambs.” I tilt my head, and he nods. “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, and Django Unchained.”
“Hmm… So you’re a Leo fan, huh?”
“He excels in Tarantino movies,” I point out. “In my humble opinion.”
He nods, making a face like he’s impressed as he starts up the movie.
“Wait, so when I went as Vincent Vega for Halloween…” I murmur, watching his lips curl like he knows what I’m about to say. “You were totally fanboying inside??”
His face pivots, and he pulls one of his little scowls, though it’s infinitely less angry now. “Happy accident.”
I lean in, resting my elbows on the center console. “But there are no accidents.”
He laughs, a growly one, tingling my balls. “Mmm… maybe I liked your costume. Just a little.”
“Right.” I smirk. “Just a little.” He purses his lips to cover up a grin, and I sigh. “I can’t help but notice your list is lacking comedy of any kind.”
His forehead lines. “Pulp Fiction is kind of funny…”
A cackle bursts from my throat. “The fact that you think that proves you’re a psychopath.”
He chuckles, leaning back in his seat while the movie starts on the screen before us. “I just don’t like being subjected to… humor.”
I can’t help how I’m giggling in a horrified sort of way. “Oh my God, you are a fucking monster.”
“I’m just saying…” His words are wrapped in laughter. “I like finding things funny on my own terms. I don’t want to have it shoved down my throat. Which is why I hate stand-up comedy.”
“You would, you fucking ghoul.” I shake my head. “Have you ever even seen a good stand-up show? Bill Burr, Tom Papa…?” He shakes his head. “Okay, your homework assignment is to watch John Mullaney’s Kid Gorgeous show on Netflix. I went to see it live in New York, and I was almost peeing my pants.”
“Fine,” he sighs, reaching over to yank my hand onto his thigh. “If I promise to watch it, will you shut up?” I nod animatedly. “Good. Now, eat your snacks and be quiet.”
There’s no possible way I could evict the smile of a purely insane person that’s now living on my face. It’s a squatter, at this point. Ain’t goin’ nowhere.
I open us both a soda, then tear into a bag of Twizzlers for me, handing him some popcorn. And we eat one-handed while watching the movie, our other hands joined in the middle, fingers threaded and gently toying with one another.
This is by far the most romantic date I’ve ever been on. Okay, it’s the only real date I’ve ever been on, as an adult. I had a few stupid trips to the movies with girls in high school, but I’m telling you… panicking over taking their tiny hand in my sweaty one was nothing like the effortless way Kyran’s big hand fits in mine.
It just feels right, this whole thing. Being with him…
Even if it’s not, I don’t give a sparkling fuck soaring through the air. I never want this to end.
About halfway through the movie, I’m on a bit of a sugar high, inching in as close to him as I can get, which isn’t anywhere near close enough for me, with the stupid center console in the way. The sun has set, and the darkness surrounding the car is putting me in a bit of a mood.
“Can we go into the backseat…?” I purr in my most seductive tone, releasing his hand so I can walk my fingers up his thigh.
His eyes slide over to mine, glistening in the lack of light. “You think we’ll still be able to see the movie back there…?”
Shrugging, I crawl over to him, kissing his neck. “Not like we haven’t seen it a million times.”
I’m sucking his earlobe gently between my lips while he hums, breathing picking up significantly. “Okay, but we’re not even supposed to be here…” He sounds like he’s trying to fight against the lust we both know is going to win as my hand rubs up and down on his growing erection. “If we get caught, we’ll be fucked.”
“So fucking will happen either way,” I whisper. “And stop acting like being bad doesn’t totally turn you on… Oh, stepbrother of mine.”
He grumbles a sexy laugh, grasping my jaw and yanking my mouth to his. Sucking on my lips, he gives me his tongue, and I tease it with mine before tugging that sweet, plump pillow of a lip between my teeth.
Forcing myself off him, I climb into the backseat—not very gracefully, I might add—crashing onto it while we both laugh. Kyran comes in after me, easing himself over my body where I’m lying, gaze hooded and watching him as he tugs his shirt over his head.
I can’t help the way my greedy hands crawl up his abs and his chest, taking in the feel of soft skin draping hard slopes of muscle, every bit as satisfying as devouring them with my eyes. Kyran opens his pants, then undoes mine, our bodies instantly pressing together while we quench an erotic thirst with our lips.
There’s an obvious lack of space in here that I’m very much enjoying. It’s a pretty roomy backseat, but still, we’re both big; over six feet and muscled, pawing at each other to build a congested heat that’s already fogging up the windows.
He drags my pants down enough to get my dick out, pushing his jersey out of the way as he lowers his mouth to my cock. Licking it once slowly, his warm lips suck me in until my hips are chasing the good feelings.
Kyran fists the material of his jersey, slurping off my dick to breathe, “You’re keeping this on. The whole time.”
I nod, twisting my fingers in his hair. “Whatever you want, Number Nine.” Shoving his mouth back down on my cock, my eyes roll back at the sensation and the way his tongue cradles me. “Fuck, I love getting head from the quarterback of the football team…”
He hums, grinding his erection on my thigh as he pops off. “How about sliding your big cock into the quarterback of the football team?”
“I love that too…” I bite my lip, my mind swirling around some thoughts from earlier.
Kyran sinks his mouth onto me once more, bobbing on my dick while he tugs my pants down farther, shoving his own beneath his ass.
“Baby, I was thinking…” I gulp, my heart pounding from the adrenaline of doing this here, the feeling of him sucking me silly. But also, with nerves for what I’m about to say. “About the surprise I was gonna give you…”
“The sexy surprise?” he rumbles, fully invested in kissing a line down my length, feathering my balls with his tongue.
“Yea, that one.” I drag my fingertips across his shoulder blades. “I could give it to you now… If you want.”
He peeks up at me, cheeks flushed his usual gorgeous pink. “There’s no way I’m saying no to that.” His hand slides up into my shirt, thumb flicking my nipple while he sucks on my nuts.
“Okay…” I shiver, parting my legs as best I can. “So… here it is…”
I’m stammering like an idiot, and I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to try this for a while now, but it’s still making me all fidgety to confess.
“Kyran…” I rasp as he kisses various places on my dick and between my thighs.
“Avi…” He yanks my pants down even more, and I purr.
“I want you to fuck me.”
His entire body goes still as his eyes slide up to mine. And I just know I’m blushing harder than he is right now.
“You want me to fuck… you?” he asks, blinking wide, awestruck eyes.
My head tilts. “Yea. Nowhere in the rules does it say you always have to be the bottom.” I grab him by the jaw to haul his lips up to mine. And he comes willingly, his natural submissiveness giving me a nice, hard throb in the balls. “I wanna try some of that pleasure that makes you weep for me, baby.”
Kissing him slow and wet, I reach for his cock, pulling on it and stroking it with my fist. I can feel it swelling up in an instant, so it’s probably safe to assume he wants to try this, too. And I’m dying to know how it feels to be ridden raw the way he takes it from me.
I want him moving in between my legs… I want him rutting inside me, and I want to come on his cock. I want to fucking bottom, at least once, just to see what it’s like.
And the staggering but somehow easiest facet is that I only want it with him.
“Fuck…” he groans between my lips, fucking my fist slowly. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to…” His voice trails, and I hum. “But I’m glad you do. I wanna fuck you so bad, Avi.”
“God, I’m leaking already,” I pant. “Get that big dick inside me, please.”
“You’re gonna ruin my jersey, aren’t you?” He grins on my mouth, and I chuckle.
“You told me to keep it on…”
“Yea, because it’s hot as fuck.” He pulls away from my lips, gazing down with hooded eyes. “Even more now. I wanna shove my cock in you while you’re wearing my jersey, baby.”
Lord have fucking mercy… I will never get over how sexy it sounds when he calls me that.
Kyran yanks my pants down to my calves, pushing my legs apart as wide as he can to wedge himself in between. I think we’re both accepting that we can’t get fully naked right now… in the backseat of a rental car while trespassing and all. But surprisingly, it’s even hotter this way.
Both of us still clothed, for the most part, shoving our pants out of the way to fuck real quick before we get caught, because we can’t not. There’s no option not to do this here… I’m insatiable for him, and I now know with full certainty that he feels the same way.
He kneels over my hips, and I have to take a second to lean down and suck his cock, because it really just looks scrumptious. He fucks my mouth for a few minutes, gripping me by the hair, almost painfully. But the sting is turning me on more, and I’m gulping him back, swallowing on him like a fiend to get every little drop of precum he feeds me.
Draping himself over me, he kisses my lips, then down my neck, lifting the jersey so he can glide his tongue between every divot in my abs. Then he sucks on my crown, doing this thing with his tongue where he slides it along the underside of my shaft, brushing while just my head pushes into his mouth.
He keeps moving down, kissing my balls, then cupping them in his palm, holding them as he sneaks his tongue between the crack of my ass.
“Uhh… Ky…” My hips lift to get him better access. The tip of his tongue teases my rim, and my entire body quakes. “That feels so fucking good.”
“I know, right?” He spreads my cheeks apart to eat me as best he can, though it’s difficult at this angle, with the lack of space and my pants still on.
Regardless, the feeling is sweet, tickling bliss. Another thing I’ve been desperate for him to do to me.
“Baby, it might work better if I… flip onto my stomach,” I rasp, curling at the waist to give him as much of my ass as possible. But he’s kneeling over my legs, so it’s hard to move.
“I know…” he mumbles, burying his face between my legs. “But I want to see your face.”
Aww… That’s sweet. Why is that so sweet?
“I promise I’ll… I’ll turn my face,” I breathe, sweating and burning up so hot my back is sticking to the leather. “I promise I’ll look at you.”
He nods and murmurs, “Okay,” sounding so sexy and eager for this, it has my heart crashing against my ribs.
Rolling me over, he kneels over the backs of my legs while he lifts the jersey enough to kiss a line down my spine, hands cupping my cheeks and opening me up wide.
“You have such a nice ass,” he marvels, massaging and kneading it with his fingers.
“So do you,” I hum, turning to gaze up at him from over my shoulder.
“And now I get to see my name on the jersey.” His lips curl excitedly before he sinks his mouth over my hole.
Ohh… My beautiful Number Nine.
It works much better this way, the full length of his tongue brushing up and down over my rim. He kisses a few times, then stuffs his tongue inside me, my fingers digging into anywhere I can reach.
“Kyran… Fffuck, that’s good. Fuck me with your tongue, baby.”
The way he slides it in and out of me feels wickedly wonderful. I could just lie here all day every day, with my ass on a goddamn platter for him.
But I know we don’t have that kind of time, and this tantalizing sensation of him probing me with his tongue has my body craving something bigger, and harder… Something thick and crazy long to stretch me full.
“L-lube…” I stammer through trembling lips. “In my p-pocket.”
“Two more minutes,” he whines. “Your ass is so fucking sweet, Avi.”
I feel drunk right now. “You eat me so good, beautiful…”
He finally tears himself away, breathing heavily and grasping my chin. “Will you let me kiss you?”
“Give me that tongue,” I growl, parting my lips for him to slide it inside.
He kisses me sloppy, high on the lush depravity, sucking my lips and my tongue in tandem. “You taste like candy, Twizzler boy.” He grins, and I chuckle. “My strawberry sweetness.”
“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” I whimper into his mouth. “You were totally right.”
“Good.” He reaches into my pocket, fishing out the bottle of lube. “Because I think I’m kind of obsessed with you too…”
God, my chest is on fire.
“Fuck me…” The words fly on ragged breaths echoing his own as he pours lube onto his fingers, coating his dick, then swiping them between my cheeks. “God, baby, fuck me right now. I’m gonna die if I don’t get to feel you soon…”
“Don’t die.” He kisses my lips, dragging the head of his cock over my hole. “I need you.”
“I need you,” I whisper with our mouths together while he stuffs a finger inside me, causing me to gasp.
“Avi, I fucking need you.” He repeats like a hushed mantra, fingering me slow, as deep as he can reach. “I need you so bad…”
“Mmm-me t-too… Ky…”
Our breathing is bouncing off the interior of the vehicle, windows fogged up so thick you can’t even see outside. Kyran plunges a second finger into my ass, stretching me and wetting me inside, and I’m so needy it barely even burns. I’m fucking feral for him.
His sex, yes, but for him, more than anything. I think I’d let him stuff his entire body inside me at this point, just to keep him; to feel him reigning over my insides.
Kyran tugs his fingers out, positioning the swollen head of his cock up to my hole. “I’m gonna go in slow, baby…” he breathes. “So you can feel every inch.”
I nod fast, and he begins to push, breaking through the barrier of my body.
His cock is thick as fuck, and so damn hard. But velvety soft and slick from the lubrication as it drives into me deeper and deeper, almost painfully slow. I’m surprised I can even hear Kyran over the sounds of me groaning, and my pulse popping off like fireworks in my head. But I can… and the noises he’s making are fucking ruining me for anyone else, ever.
“Ahh-vee,” he sighs my name like that, hoarse and drawn, mesmerized as he holds my ass open and feeds me inches. “So… tight… Baby, so warm and sofuckingtight.”
“Ummfffuck… Ky. Kyran, fuck me more. More more more.”
He does a little draw back before he’s all the way in that has us both moaning out nonsensical words, driving his big cock deep inside me until I’m stuffed so full, I can’t move.
“Holy fucking shit, this… feels… amazing.” He drapes himself over my back, holding up his body weight on the door so as not to crush me. “B-babe… Is this what you feel when you fuck me?”
I nod, swallowing hard and biting my lip while I adjust to the feeling of something so huge lancing all the way up inside me. “Is this—fuck, is this what you feel when I fuck you??”
“Does it hurt?” He pets my hair, kissing down my neck. “We can stop if it hurts…”
“Don’t ever fucking stop.” I wiggle my hips against his, the sensation of friction on what must be my prostate lighting me up like the Fourth of fucking July. “Ohh God, yes. Yes, yes, yes…”
Kyran pushes his hips into mine, drawing back, then diving in again. It’s so intense, tears are seeping from my eyes. He lifts himself just a bit, working up a slow rhythm to finally fuck me the way I need him to, and I can’t help it. I’m fucking sobbing.
He grabs me by his jersey, stroking his cock in and out of my ass, gradually building to an illicit pump. Slow at first, but before I know it, he’s fucking the air out of my lungs and I’m whimpering only one word on repeat.
More.
“Fuck me more… Deeper. Harder. More cock, Kyran. More on that spot, Kyran. More more fucking more.”
“I wanna touch your dick,” he growls, reaching under me to jerk my cock while he rides my ass, driving me into the seat so rough I’m afraid I might break my ribs. But a punctured lung would be totally worth it because this is fucking fantastic.
Hard, rough sex, his hips smacking against mine, my dick pulsing a sticky mess all over the place. The car is straight up rocking around with his savage thrusts, and my back is arching up for more.
“You fuck so good…” I whimper, gripping his arm while rearranges my insides.
“You take dick so fucking good, baby.”
I can barely keep my eyes open, but I force them because I promised I would look at him. Our dazed gazes hold one another the way our bodies do, incessant need thumping and writhing between us while he fucks me right up to the edge.
“Are you mine?” he whispers shakily, muscles glistening with sweat and his hair hanging in his eyes making him look lightyears beyond fucking gorgeous.
“Yes,” I croak, clenching on him as my orgasm looms. “All yours.”
“Good. I’m all yours too.”
He eases down and takes my bottom lip between his, sucking and biting. And we both rush over, together.
“Fucking come for me, baby.” He slams his cock in me deep.
“Uhhfuck… UhhmmKyran, I’m coming!”
Trapped between my abs and the leather, my dick begins to throb, shooting all over everything. And Kyran doesn’t stop. He works it out of me with his big, beautiful cock, rippling in and out of my ass like crashing waves.
“That’s it… Come for me, sexy. Feel every inch of my dick in your perfect body while you come. Fuck, Avi, you’re… I’m…”
He groans and tightens before he spills in my ass, pouring deep into my body while he sputters for air.
“You feel so good coming in me, baby…” I mewl, my muscles contracting on him over and over as I float down from the high like a feather in the breeze. “Give me more. I want it all…”
“Avi, you’re sucking it out of me…” he whimpers, slapping his hand against the window to hold himself up.
Once his dick finally stops twinging in my ass, his hips come to a gradual halt, and he just breathes above me. Lowering himself a bit, he nuzzles his face in my hair, kissing my neck and my jaw and my lips.
I’m done. That’s it.
Game over.
I can’t even pretend anymore… I can’t hold it back, or rationalize it away. Not after this. Not after the way that felt.
I’m in deep, purgatory-level trouble right now…
Because I think I’m falling in—
Clearing my throat to shut my own mind up, I squirm as Kyran lifts himself off me and pulls out slowly.
“Shit, I’m sorry…” he mumbles, voice all raspy-sexy. “Am I crushing you?”
“No, I just…” My voice trails while he moves back, helping me off the seat. “My cum was like, gluing me to the leather.”
He laughs, and I crack a small, worried smile that hopefully doesn’t give away my state of fucked-ness.
“I’m screwed.” He pushes his hair away from his face, handing me a thing of wet wipes from inside the bag. “I’m gonna end up paying to detail the inside of this thing.”
“Probably a good idea.” I grin.
Kyran flops onto the seat next to me, cleaning himself up and redressing, while I do the same, only slower, because my ass is kind of sore and this is a lot messier than I anticipated. But I’m all flushed and squirmy because I really like it.
I like having him inside me this way…
Maybe that makes me a freak, but whatever. It’s the same thing I felt the first time I came inside him. Like I was branding my initials on him. And now I have his etched right on my heart.
Not just my body… I feel him in my fucking soul, and this is so bad.
Why did you think it was a good idea to let him fuck you, idiot?? Now you’re attached to him like some desperate fool, and it’s ridiculous.
Why do I feel like this? Am I just physically incapable of having casual sex, or is he just so closed off it doesn’t affect him the same way??
“Are you alright?” Kyran murmurs, and I put my obsessing on pause to peek at him. “You’re awfully quiet. Was I too rough or something…?”
He looks worried, and I’m cringing over how it’s beating inside my chest like a second heartbeat. The way he looks at me and the way he talks to me, and the fucking smell of him all over me, God-fucking-damnit…
I can’t fall in love with my stepbrother.
Forcing a tiny shake of my head, I grunt, “No. No, you were not too rough, trust me. I… That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”
His lips curl, and he flutters his lashes. “So does that mean we’re both bottoms now?”
I have to laugh, because he seems thrilled by this concept. “We can be any level of versatile you want, baby.”
His grin widens and he hums, while I shift at how fuzzy and hot it’s making me.
Oh crap… Has his smile always been that beautifully radiant? Are those hearts floating around his head??
Kyran doesn’t seem concerned with how weird I’m being. Because he’s too busy being way more affectionate than I’m used to. Easing himself back over to me, he wraps his arms around my waist, nestling up on my chest while he kisses my neck and breathes me in. Almost like he’s…
“Are you sniffing me?” I peer down at him.
“I like your smell, so what?” He trails his lips over the mound in my throat while it dips.
“Kyran, I—”
Nope. Stop it. Stop it right now.
I clear my throat again. “The movie ended like a million years ago. Are we… leaving? Or do you wanna put another one on?”
“I don’t want to go yet…” he says calmly.
I’m very fucking perplexed right now. This is like a one-eighty from the way he used to act after we’d fuck. Is it just because he fucked me this time? Is that all it took??
No, that doesn’t make sense either, because he was like this with me after we fucked on Christmas Eve. That was the night we stayed up talking until we couldn’t keep our eyes open any longer. And each night since then, he’s been lingering a little more and a little more afterward, like he’s slowly giving up on the idea that he needs to run away every time the sex-high wears off.
I mean, shit. This is a fucking date, I don’t care who you ask. And now he doesn’t want to go… And I definitely don’t want to go.
So maybe we shouldn’t… go. Ever. Maybe we should just stay like this and make us happen, because clearly, we both want it.
But he’s also afraid to admit that he’s bi, or gay, or whatever he feels like he might be leaning toward. So how do I broach the subject without scaring him away?
“Which one do you want?” he asks, and my brow furrows. “For the next movie…”
“Oh, right. Uh… You got The Departed?”
He grins. “Yes, of course. I told you, it’s in my top five.”
“Let’s do it, beautiful.”
He flashes me a quick, pleased look before crawling up toward the front of the car to grab his laptop. Watching him starting up the next movie, I crack open another can of soda, biting both ends of a Twizzler, and popping it inside like a straw.
Because it’s my thing. It’s what I did the last time I saw my father alive.
My dad loved Twizzlers. They were his jam, and I used to copy everything he did, so naturally, they became my jam, too. The day before he died, he was doing some work around our apartment, drinking a can of Coke with a straw.
For those of you who don’t know, they always used to give you straws when you’d buy a can of soda from the bodega in New York City, back in the day, before everyone recognized how bad straws are for the environment. I guess maybe it was so you didn’t have to put your lips on the dirty can, because who knew where it had been?
Either way, it was a thing. But when my dad put his drink down for a second, I snuck over and pulled the straw out, replacing it with a Twizzler. My dad picked up his drink, stared at the Twizzler, then looked at me while I pretended to play with my toys, trying desperately not to giggle.
He plucked the Twizzler out of the can, took a bite out of each end and stuffed it back in, sucking up a sip of his drink through it.
“Ah… That’s good stuff.” He winked at me, and we both started laughing hysterically.
Ever since then, I always make a Twizzler straw for my sodas, because it reminds me of him, and that perfect day when he was around. He never was again after that…
Kyran crashes back into the seat, balancing the laptop on the center console, so we can stay in the backseat. But this time, when he leans up against my side, I drape my legs over his lap, cuddling up to him even closer.
Because for some reason, right now, I just need it.
We watch the movie in silence for a bit, though I’m surprised he can’t hear how loudly the mechanics of my mind are clanking and banging, like an old crankshaft that’s cranking way too fast.
There’s just so much going on in my head; so much confusion and contemplation…
So much sudden desire to figure out where we stand.
“Hey…” I mumble when it gets to be too much.
“Mm?” he grunts sleepily with his lips in my hair.
“So… tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve…”
Smooth, Avi. Tell him what holiday tomorrow is, like he’s an alien who just landed here and has no idea what December 31st means.
Kyran chuckles. “Does that happen every year?” His tone is teasingly sarcastic, but the smile I can hear in it turns me to a big ball of mush in his lap.
“Ha ha.” I purse my lips, peeking up at him. “Do you have any plans?”
He blinks at me for a second before answering. “Yea, um… Guty’s throwing a party at our dorm…”
My stomach twists into a painful knot. I swallow away the despondence and nod, breaking our eye contact. “Right. That makes sense…”
“Avi…” He hums my name. I don’t want to hear the pity in it, but it’s definitely there. “I would have invited you, but—”
“But I don’t belong there,” I mutter. “I get it. No worries.”
“No, that’s not it.” He shifts, moving so that he can look at me. But I’m still finding it difficult to meet his eyes right now. “I just didn’t want to… subject you to that whole… thing.”
“You mean a party with your friends who all think I’m a loser you hate being around?”
He shakes his head. “It’s not like that. I promise…”
I roll my eyes. “Then what is it like?”
He doesn’t speak. He just stares at me like he wants so badly to say something, but he can’t figure out how to make his mouth work.
Finally, he asks, “Do you have plans?”
I clear my throat. “Frankie’s having a party…” He nods, running his fingers over mine. I wish I could be as unaffected as he is, to spare myself from the inevitable heartache. But unlike him, I can’t stop my lips from whispering, “You should come over after.”
His fingers slowly thread with mine. “What if I came over before midnight…?”
My eyes spring to his, eyebrow arching. “Wouldn’t that look sort of… suspicious? Leaving a New Year’s party at your own dorm before midnight…”
He shrugs, playing with my fingers. “But what if the person I want to kiss at midnight is somewhere else…?”
Staring into his eyes, I’m lost for a moment in the blurred spots of mossy green that blend into the amber. They’re like a palette of paint I could dab a brush into, and make a special color just for him.
My chin bobs in a captivated nod. “Then I think you should leave the party… and go find that person.”
He smiles, leaning in closer to tease my lips with his. “So then it’s a date.”
“’Kay…” I whisper, forcing my voice to sound even.
But inside me, there’s an earthquake happening. Ground shaking, rocking my foundation with all this stuff I’m afraid to process.
This stuff I can’t ignore anymore.
Fuck the money… This isn’t about the fans.
Backwardz_Cap is officially smitten… and fucking terrified of what that means.
