Austen
Angling my head, I lick at the seam of Keaton’s mouth, and he opens for me without hesitation. Our tongues collide, and a groan slips from the base of my throat. My cock is throbbing painfully behind my jeans, and I pull Keats closer, fisting his tee, until we’re chest to chest and his warm, hard body is melting against mine. Our kiss turns savage, and I tug on his lower lip with my teeth, precum leaking from my cock when he moans into my mouth.
Pushing him down on the couch, I nudge his legs apart so I can settle in between them. His hips jerk as our cocks meet behind our clothing, and I rock against him, shoving my tongue in his mouth at the first feel of his long, thick erection pressed against mine. It’s everything I’d hoped for, and more, and I want to rip his clothes from his body and drive my cock in his ass until we forget where he starts and I end.
But I can’t, because we need to talk more first, and I never want to push him out of his comfort zone.
Keaton grabs hold of my ass through my jeans, and my eyes roll back in my head. His lips move from my mouth to my neck, and his slight hesitation only makes me adore him more. “Fuck. That feels so damn good,” I rasp, grinding my pelvis against his.
“I think I could come just like this,” he admits, and I prop up on my elbows, grinning down at him.
“Not on my watch.” I kiss him again, more softly this time, before easing back. “I want my mouth on your cock.” His eyes flare with dark heat, and I know he wants it, but I need to hear him say the words. “Would that be okay?”
He snorts out a laugh. “What do you think?”
I rock my hips against him, grinding down, and the whimper that escapes his mouth has precum leaking from my crown again. Fuck. I think I could probably come just like this too, which is something that didn’t happen even as a teenager.
I’m so hot for this guy, and I don’t think he knows it.
Palming his face, I trace my fingers through the light layer of stubble on his chin and cheeks. “I need you to say it.”
All hints of humor fade from his face as he reaches up, clasping the nape of my neck. “I want whatever you have to offer, Austen.” Heat burns like an inferno in his eyes as he lifts himself, bringing his mouth close to mine. “I want it all.”
Slamming my lips down on his, I push him back flat on the couch, thrusting my hips against his as desire sweeps through me. Our kissing is wild, and we’re thrusting and rubbing against one another, clearly on the same page at last. I sit up, kneeling between his knees, while I yank my gray Henley up over my head. Keats strips out of his tee, revealing his broad shoulders, toned abs, and the impressive ink on one arm. I trail a line of kisses along his jaw, down his neck, and over his collarbone, flicking my tongue against his nipples while rubbing my cock against his.
“Hell.” Keaton groans, grabbing my ass cheeks. “You’re killing me, man.”
I lick a path down the center of his curved abs, grinning as I stare at the dazed look on his face. “All good things come to those who wait,” I tease, palming his erection through his sweatpants. My lips move lower while I use my free hand to toy with the happy trail of dark hair leading from his lower belly, snaking beneath his waistband. Keats rocks his hips up as a strangled sound rips from his mouth, and I decide to stop teasing both of us.
We’ve waited long enough for this moment.
I sit back on my heels, and he lifts his hips so I can tug his pants down. His cock springs free, and I arch a brow at him in surprise. “Commando?”
His cheeks stain red, but he maintains eye contact as he says, “I might’ve been in the middle of jerking off when I was rudely interrupted by an unwelcome guest.”
I flash him a grin. “Rude, indeed,” I murmur, letting my gaze roam his hard length. He’s big, like me, and his skin is soft to the touch as I wrap my fingers around his shaft. Veins pulse in his cock as I slowly pump him in my hand. My thumb swipes across the precum at his crown, and his hips jerk again.
With one hand, I push my jeans to my knees, releasing my erection.
“And he had the nerve to criticize me,” Keaton drawls, noticing I share his apparent love of going boxer-free.
I press down against him, cock to cock, chest to chest, tugging at his lower lip with my teeth. He swallows hard, and his eyes are like two flaming orbs of desire. “You’ll never hear me complaining,” I whisper against his mouth, as my teeth graze his masculine jawline. “I was a little surprised. Pleasantly so.”
“Can we move past the flirty talk and get to the cock sucking part now?” he asks, enthusiasm underscoring his tone, and I burst out laughing.
“Always surprising me,” I say, sliding my cock against his. “Fuck,” we chorus at the same time, and I almost come undone at the look on his face. It’s a mix of want and fear, of trust and vulnerability, of love and lust. I kiss him as I fist both our cocks in one hand, jerking us off together, while Keats’ warm hands knead the cheeks of my ass.
Breaking our lip-lock, I stare deep in his eyes as I check one last time. “You sure you want this?”
“I want it,” he groans, as I pump our shafts faster and harder. “I want you.”
Sliding down his body, I kiss, nip, and suck a path along his tempting flesh, my tongue pausing when I gently bite his nipples, and then I quit teasing him, nestling between his thighs, as I lower my head and take him into my mouth. I’m not sure what he likes, but I do what I like, because there will be plenty of time to learn each other’s kinks. For now, I want to worship his cock and make him feel good.
Gripping the base of his shaft, I work more of him into my mouth, sucking him deep until he hits the back of my throat, while jerking his cock at the same time. I watch him for any sign he’s uncomfortable, but all I see is fire and heat and want. Bobbing my head, I trail my lips up and down his cock, while my free hand plays with his balls, maintaining eye contact because the look of raw need on his face is an aphrodisiac.
I take my time, savoring the feel and taste of him, never wanting this to end. I long to bury my fingers in his ass, to massage his prostate until he screams his release from the top of his lungs, but we need to have the ass talk before I go anywhere near his puckered hole, so I rein myself in.
“Austen. Fuck.” Keaton’s dick pulses in my mouth, straining harder, and his balls tighten against my fingers. “I’m going to come.”
With my eyes, I tell him to keep going, and a few seconds later, he explodes, shooting ropes of salty cum into my mouth and down my throat. His back arches off the couch, and the garbled noises leaking from his mouth almost have me coming on the spot. Flushed skin paints his neck and his cheeks a warm pinkish-red color I’m quite partial to, and the way he clamps down on his jaw and bites his bottom lip is sexy as fuck.
He has the hottest cum face ever.
I fondle his ball sack while I continue sucking his dick, milking every last delicious drop, until he flops down on the couch and his eyes blink open. I crawl up over him, carefully checking his face for any hint of remorse or regret, relief washing over me when I find none. “You okay?” I ask, running my fingers through my hair.
His answering smile pins me in place. “Holy fuck.” His smile expands, and I’m drowning in all things Keaton Kennedy. “That was the best damn blowjob of my life.”
I waggle my brows, pleased at his compliment. “My talents extend beyond the field.”
He laughs, a carefree kind of laugh that warms every part of me. Tenderly, he cups my face. “They do.” Drawing my lips to his, he kisses me passionately, his tongue diving into my mouth. “Is it wrong that I love tasting me on your tongue?” he whispers in my ear.
“There is nothing wrong about that. Or anything we want to do to one another.”
“Good.” He pushes me off him. “Because I want you to taste yourself on my tongue.”
Fuck. This guy is slaying me. I have a suspicion this is all new to him, but I can’t tell for sure, because his earlier nerves have been replaced with quiet confidence that is sexy
as fuck.
He drops to the floor, kneeling in front of me. “My turn.” Licking his lips, he motions for me to sit up.
Removing my jeans fully, I toss them aside before sitting in front of him with my thighs spread. “You don’t have to reciprocate,” I tell him even though my balls are fit to burst.
His eyes narrow as his hands move up my legs. “You think I don’t want to taste you? That I haven’t fantasized about sucking your cock? You think I haven’t dreamed about being on my knees before you?” His eyes pop wide. “Shit. I didn’t mean to admit that.” Renewed vulnerability replaces his previous confidence, and I figure he’s getting all up in his head.
Leaning forward, I ruffle his hair. “I’ve imagined those things as well, Keats. In case I wasn’t clear, I’m into you too, and this is so much more than fucking around. I don’t do that. I’m more of a relationship kind of guy, and I suspect you are too.” I hold his gaze, staring deep into his eyes. “You should never be afraid to tell me what you’re thinking.”
His hands stall on my knees, and his eyes lock on mine as he admits, “It’s just... I’ve never had a relationship with a guy, and you’re clearly more experienced than me.”
This isn’t a conversation I want to have when his face is inches from my dick and I’m leaking precum like lava, but he needs reassurance, and I’ll never deny him that. “There’s no manual, Keats,” I say, gripping his chin and forcing his gaze to mine. “And your lack of experience only adds to the attraction. We do what feels right. What feels good. For us. And trust me when I say there is nothing you could do to me that I wouldn’t enjoy.” My cock jerks, wanting to get the talking part over and done with. “Especially the feel of your lips wrapped around my cock, but you set the pace, and if you’ve changed your mind...” I might die of the worst case of blue balls known to mankind. “It’s okay,” I add, semi-lying.
His brow smooths out, and his shoulders relax as his hands start moving up my legs again. He fixes me with a shy smile as his fingers edge along my thighs. “I’m pretty sure there are plenty of men and women who would kill to be sitting between Austen Hayes’ legs, about to suck his big dick in their mouth. Trust me, I want this.”
“He thinks I have a big dick,” I quip, gripping his hair as his mouth moves closer to where I ache for him.
His eyes narrow on me again. “Shut up. You know you have a big dick. Don’t start acting all humble and shit now.”
I chuckle, leaning back and spreading my thighs wider. “Just suck me, man, before I self-combust.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, throwing my head back when his hand encircles my dick and he starts stroking me. Heat surges through me, and my balls are already tingling. “Shit, Keats.” More precum leaks from my cock, and this could be embarrassing. “It’s been a while. I’m not going to last long.”
I hiss again when his tongue flattens on the tip of my cock, and my hips jerk of their own volition. He stares at me with wanton lust while licking the precum glistening on my crown, and it’s hot as fuck.
“Keaton,” I warn, thrusting my hips up, needing his mouth on my shaft. And then he’s taking me in, a bit at a time, a look of fierce concentration on his face as he slowly slides his mouth up and down my erection. Stars detonate behind my eyes, and I want to hold back, to treasure every second of his warm mouth on me, but I’m too fucking greedy and way too horny, and I need to come.
I thrust into his mouth as he picks up speed, his fingers jerking the base of my cock while his lips slide up and down my shaft, similarly to how I blew him. Every few minutes, he moans and shifts on his heels, and his cock is rock hard again, jutting forward proudly. Knowing he’s turned on sucking my dick elevates my arousal, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan as my balls lift and tighten and tingles zip up my spine. “I’m going to come,” I warn, giving him time to pull off me, but he doesn’t. He sticks with it like a champ, and I’m even more impressed. His mouth widens, and he takes me deeper, filling his mouth with my cock. The second my crown hits the back of his throat, I shatter, roaring his name as I come and I come and I come, in endless streams of pent-up desire, shooting it all down his throat.
Sweat dots my brow and glistens on my chest as I come down from the most exquisite high. The couch shifts beside me, and I force my eyes open.
“Was that okay?” Keaton asks, his face a mix of self-satisfaction and anxiety.
This guy. Seriously. I must’ve done something right in my life to be here in this moment with someone so amazing.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I nuzzle his neck. “Dude,” I whisper in his ear. “You just rocked my world and then some.”
CHAPTER NINE
Keaton
“This doesn’t feel real.” I twist my head to stare into Austen’s beautiful green eyes. We’re still on the couch, both now in sweatpants, arms draped around one another, and I’m afraid to blink in case it all disappears or I wake up and realize it’s just a dream.
Austen pinches my nipple. “Feel that?”
“Ouch. Yes. Asshole.” I slap his chest, and he chuckles.
He rests his head against my temple. “It’s real, babe. We just blew each other.”
“And it was epic,” I add, because it seems there’s no limit to how uncool I am when I finally nail the guy of my dreams. Austen chuckles again, and I fight a blush. “I have zero filter around you,” I admit while his fingers rub up and down my arm. “And zero game. It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s cute.”
I scowl, slapping his chest again. “I don’t want to be cute. I want to be sexy.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God. Just shoot me now. I groan, throwing my head back as Austen chuckles. Again.
“Stop overthinking. I’m into you just the way you are. I always want you to be yourself.” He nips at my earlobe. “You’re sexy as fuck, Kennedy. Own that shit.”
I peck his lips. “Is this really happening?”
His expression turns serious, and he sits up straighter, keeping his arm around me. “Is that what you want?”
I nod, and a flurry of butterflies invades my chest, taking up residence there, swooping and churning, until it feels like I might throw up. “Do you?” I ask, panic waiting in the wings to go full tilt.
“I do.” He is quick to reassure me before I have a coronary.
“How do we do this when we’re both in the closet?” I ask.
His face contorts, and I instantly know I’ve said the wrong thing. “Unless, ugh, you’re...not?” I’m confused. He said he came out at thirteen, yet his parents and everyone on campus believes he’s straight and dating Gia.
“I am. But I hate it.” He sighs, eyeballing me as he talks. I shift on the couch, angling my body so we’re more comfortable face to face. His hand lands on my thigh, and mine lands on his knee, and I can’t stop the smile breaking out on my face.
Now I know what it’s like to touch him, I want to always be doing it.
“I’ve always known who I am. As soon as I plucked up the courage, I told my parents I was gay, and I didn’t hide it from anyone. Not my friends at school. Not my coaches or the other guys on the team. Everyone knew, and most accepted it. There are always a few bigots, but I handled it. Honestly, they never made me regret coming out.”
“How come you didn’t here?”
A pained look crosses his features. “During senior year, I was getting a lot of attention from scouts, and the head coach of our team pulled me aside to offer some fatherly advice. I really respected Coach Ramirez, but I was pissed when he suggested I hide my sexuality from the scouts. I stormed off, but a few nights later, he asked to speak to me again, and he explained how difficult it is to be a gay man in football. He’d printed out a bunch of articles, and he shared these poll results with me. It showed that a quarter of those polled believed openly gay athletes hurt sports in general while more than fifty percent believed being openly gay hurt the athlete’s career.”
He runs h
is fingers through my hair. “Do you know there is currently only one openly gay male in the four North American professional sports leagues and only nine have come out after they retired? There is one example of an openly gay man who played college football and then went on to play in the NFL. One.”
He blows air out his mouth, and it’s not hard to see how frustrated he is. “It’s such bullshit.” He shakes his head, and I squeeze his shoulder. “I took the material home that night and read it all. It was depressing as fuck, but I got the point Coach was making.”
He toys with the wispy hairs at the base of my neck, and if he keeps doing that, my dick will be hard as steel again. “I agonized over it for weeks, because it went against everything I stand for to hide who I truly am, but, ultimately, I decided to take my coach’s advice.”
“I’m sorry.” I rest my brow against his. “I know that must’ve been difficult.” I haven’t summoned the courage to tell my friends and family yet, but when I do, I know there will be no going back. So, I get how difficult it must’ve been for someone like Austen who has never struggled with his identity or his sexuality. “I’m in awe of your strength and your courage,” I admit.
“I don’t feel worthy of that,” he quietly replies. “Not when I’m not being true to myself.”
Silence filters into the air, and we’re both deep in thought.
“It’s why you agreed to fake date Gia,” I supply, after a few minutes, connecting the dots in my head. “It worked to your advantage too.”
Austen nods. “I knew if I came to college as a single, supposedly straight guy, girls would hit on me, and I didn’t want the hassle. My parents have always been disapproving of my sexuality, so two birds, one stone.” He shrugs, like it’s no biggie, when we both know it is.
“They said that?” I blurt, because it’s one of my fears. Not my greatest one—that would be the media and the world at large discovering the truth—and, truthfully, I think my parents will be cool with it, but there’s still a teeny-tiny sliver of doubt that pricks my nerves any time I think about coming out.
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