by Darien Cox
Chapter Eleven
“Tim, stop! I’m not kidding. You have to stop!” Falling back against the bed pillows, Tyler held his stomach, his muscles hurting from laughing too much.
“You can’t stop this!” Tim danced across the basement floor toward Tyler, gyrating his hips and waving his arms over his head. “Can’t stop this, can’t stop this.” He did a spin then moonwalked backwards, bending over and twerking while Tyler held his gut and gasped for air.
He wasn’t sure what it was about Tim Patterson’s antics that could send him into such fits of laughter. Maybe because Tim allowed himself to be an idiot with no self-consciousness whatsoever. He had no problem looking like a fool, no secrets, held nothing back. A person so opposite from Tyler it was hard to believe they connected.
They’d already gotten themselves cozy for their sleepover, stripping out of their clothes, both just in their briefs and socks now. But they hadn’t done anything sexy yet—unless you counted Tim’s gyrating-hip dance. Village Radio was coming through the speakers on the desk, one of Elliot’s playlists spinning out all manner of nineties dance songs.
Just when Tyler thought he’d recovered from his laughing fit, Tim leapt onto the mattress and whipped his dick out of his briefs. Jumping up and down, he still somehow managed to thrust his hips to the music, his cock bouncing in time. “Boom I got your boyfriend! I got your man. Boom I got your boyfriend! I got your man.”
“Stop.” Tyler’s laughter started again. “Stop doing that, I need to breathe. I swear to God, Tim, if you don’t stop...”
Tim tucked himself back into his briefs then dove on top of Tyler. “What? What are you gonna do?” He tugged Tyler down so he was flat on his back then gathered him in his arms. “What are you gonna do?” he asked more softly.
Tim’s weight on him finally quieted Tyler’s giggles, arousal overriding everything else. “I don’t know.” He wrapped his legs around Tim, whose grin disappeared the moment their dicks made contact. “Guess I don’t have to do anything since the singing and dancing finally stopped.”
“Yeah.” Tim traced Tyler’s eyebrows and cheekbones with his fingers. “Something distracted me. Think it might have been you.”
Someone knocked on the door at the top of the stairs, and they both let out a sigh of annoyance. “Tyler?” Elliot’s voice called out. “You down there?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not being nosy but is Tim staying the night? I saw his truck outside, I just want to know if I can lock everything up and set the house alarm.”
“I’m staying,” Tim shouted.
“Okay.” There was a pause, then a snicker, and Tyler knew Elliot couldn’t let it go without some taunt or other. “Tyler, I can smell weed.”
Tyler rolled his eyes. “So fucking what, Elliot? You want some?”
“No, but you’re grounded for smoking pot and having boys in your room.”
Chuckling, Tyler said, “How ‘bout if I do the breakfast dishes tomorrow instead of grounding?”
“That works. Good night!”
“Night.”
Tim whimpered when Tyler wriggled out from under him and slid off the bed. “No! Get back here, damn it.”
“I just want to turn the music down, don’t whine.”
Tim rolled onto his back and smiled. “While you’re over there, grab those things you bought.”
Tyler made Tim stop on the way to the house so he could pick up sex supplies. The last thing he’d expected to happen on this trip to Singing Bear Village was sex, so he’d brought nothing. He was here on a mission, it wasn’t a leisure trip. But now here he was, in his underwear, ready to have sex with Tim again. Though he made himself appear calm on the outside, he was beyond excited about it. In hindsight, all of this had probably been inevitable. The moment Ogden told him he’d be working with Tim Patterson, he should have known what would happen. That they’d end up screwing again.
He turned down the music, dug a condom out of the box, and carried it back to the bed, along with some odd generic lube, the only option he could find in the store they stopped at. “I hope this stuff isn’t toxic,” Tyler said. “It was cheap.”
Tim sat up on the mattress. “Let me see.” He examined the lube, chuckling. “I’m sure it’s fine. You got it in the pharmacy.”
“This is Singing Bear Village though.” Tyler shuffled on his knees over to Tim, straddling him. “You’d think there would be a bigger variety of lube in their pharmacies. What with all the gays,” he whispered.
Tim laughed then sighed when Tyler settled on his lap. Stroking a hand up and down Tyler’s back, he said, “There are two sex shops down in the main village, that’s where most everyone shops. But Myles convinced me that as public figures of authority we shouldn’t be seen inside the sex shops. That’s why I directed you to the pharmacy instead.”
“Oh please. Authority figures aren’t allowed to have sex?”
“Sure, but you don’t want the public to think about you having sex. Myles said you want the villagers to view you a certain way, which does not entail picturing you ramming a dildo up your ass.”
“Okay, good point.”
“So he has Christian buy the lube, and he gets some for me while he’s there, and then I pay them in cash.”
“You’re joking.”
“Nope. See, you thought I was so wholesome, right? Didn’t know I’ve got a top-secret back-channel for my super-expensive Gummi Glide.”
“Gummi Glide?”
“It tastes like Gummi Bears.”
“I have so much to learn,” Tyler said, palming Tim’s cheeks. “About you crazy village boys and your crazy village ways.”
Tim flipped them over so he was on top, easing down between Tyler’s legs. “Happy to teach you all this crazy village boy knows. Can we get back to where we were heading before Elliot interrupted?”
“Sorry.” Tyler wrapped his arms around Tim’s neck. “One of the downfalls of having to stay with someone else. Intrusive hosts.”
“I don’t mind,” Tim said. “Just happy to be here with you.” His fingers drifted down Tyler’s bare side then a thumb slid into his elastic band. “Take these off.” Tim’s voice was low, his eyes darkening as he tugged at Tyler’s briefs. Tyler lifted his hips and Tim slid them down, then ran his hand up over his bare hip. “Better.”
Stretching his arms back over his head, Tyler lazily writhed beneath Tim’s body, undulating his hips and watching the blood rise in Tim’s cheeks. He loved that such simple things turned Tim on, it made him want to tease him more, made him feel sexy and free. “You’re not naked yet,” Tyler whispered.
“You want me to be?”
“Yeah.” Tyler pumped his hips. “I want you naked and fucking me.”
“Tyler...”
“What?”
“When you move like that, holy shit.” Tim’s lips crashed down on his, their tongues tangling. Encouraged by the words, Tyler indulged him further by writhing wantonly and opening his mouth wide. A gasp from Tim broke the kiss. “Love when you show me you want it.”
“I do want it,” Tyler said. “Want to feel you let loose and go crazy on me.”
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Tim said, then continued kissing.
Tyler bent his knees and used his toes to hook Tim’s waistband and slide his briefs down. Laughing against Tyler’s lips, Tim said, “That was quite a trick.”
“You weren’t getting naked fast enough.” Tyler smiled, rubbing his erection against Tim’s. “So I did it for you.”
“I was too busy kissing you.” Tim’s thumb stroked Tyler’s lips. “You don’t pull away anymore when I kiss you. You open right up to it.”
“I know.”
“You admit you were? Pulling away before?”
“Yeah.” Tyler wrapped his legs around Tim’s lower back, tugging his body closer. “Kissing you doesn’t scare me anymore.”
Tim shivered and blinked slowly, his cock hard and full against Tyler’s belly. “Never
want to scare you. I only want to make you feel good things.” Cupping Tyler’s face with his hand, Tim kissed along his neck. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“For being brave,” Tim said, then kissed his lips.
Tyler opened his mouth, groaning his encouragement. He kept Tim locked between his thighs but otherwise he was docile, enjoying the hot tongue and the warm, heavy body pressing down on him. “I’m not brave. Just horny as hell.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. Want you to devour me.”
“God, I don’t know what to devour first,” Tim said. “You are an embarrassment of riches.” He slid down, lips and hands drifting over Tyler’s body, exploring. Tyler was forced to unlock his legs, moaning at each lick along his chest, hands smoothing over his skin, teeth nipping his ribs. Resting on his stomach between Tyler’s thighs, Tim lubed up a finger and gently toyed with his entrance whilst nibbling his hip bones. Tyler was getting into it but then Tim stopped and looked up his body. “You all right?”
“Of course.”
“Yeah?”
He loved the way Tim touched him, but a flash of annoyance gripped as he pondered this seeming hesitation. Why did he have to check and see if Tyler was all right? Tim was tonguing his hipbones and fucking him with his finger, what could possibly not be all right?
“Don’t hold back,” Tyler said. “You won’t break me.”
Kissing around Tyler’s navel, Tim grinned up at him. “I’m not holding back. I’m doing everything I want and loving it.”
“I’m not delicate.”
“I know that.” Playfully biting Tyler’s ribs a bit too hard and making him laugh, Tim made his way back up until he was looking down into his eyes again. “I pounded you with your ankles around my neck last time, whatever gave the impression I find you delicate?”
“You asked if I was all right.”
“Ty, that’s just a general sex question. Like does what I’m doing feel good to you. I know you’re not delicate.”
“Do you? I mean do you really know that? Because I’m not delicate. Mentally or physically.”
“Of course you’re not! You’re the toughest person I know. What’s the matter?”
Stop. Stop doing this, Tyler told himself. He didn’t feel in control suddenly, his mood shifting in an instant, trying to shut this all down. Shut down this amazing thing he’d wanted so badly, to have Tim here with him in bed. It didn’t make sense, even to him, and he could see in Tim’s eyes that he was confused by it. “Sorry,” Tyler said.
Tim’s brow creased into a frown. “This isn’t the ‘I don’t need all this foreplay’ thing again, is it? The no intimacy thing? I thought we’d moved past that.”
“It’s not that. I told you, I’m not scared of you anymore. Are you scared of me?”
Eyes clouding with confusion, Tim shook his head. “No. I’m not scared of you. Overwhelmed by you, sure. But not scared. Why you thinking that way?”
“Something feels different tonight. The way you look at me. Like you think I’m...breakable.”
“I don’t understand. How did I make you feel that way?”
“Don’t pity me.”
Tim’s eyes widened. “What?”
“I said don’t pity me!”
Tim’s eyes squeezed shut. Letting out a breath, he slid his arms under Tyler’s back and rested his forehead on his. “I don’t pity you. If I seem cautious, it’s because I’m still learning your boundaries.”
Taking a deep breath, Tyler tried to check himself. He was talking nonsense, and he knew it. It wasn’t Tim’s pity triggering this response. Because it was not pity he was seeing in Tim’s eyes. It was something else. Adoration that went far beyond lust. No one had ever looked at him that way before.
And that’s what was freaking him out, he realized. Because that’s what Tyler didn’t feel he deserved. And with that realization, he understood what was happening, where this mood-shift was coming from. It was that cynical, self-loathing beast that lived deep inside of him, that balled-up golem of shame and grief. It hissed and clawed and recoiled at even the vaguest whiff of love, wanting to kill it.
And it was working. He was losing Tim now, could see it in his eyes. He could see Tim’s frustration, his questioning if this was a futile endeavor after all. If Tyler was just too complicated a maze to get through. Tyler used all his mind’s discipline to force the shame-beast back down, overpowering it. No. You’ve taken enough from me already. You can’t have this. He’s mine.
“Tyler where’d you go? Still with me?”
“Yes.”
“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
“I don’t want to have boundaries with you, so you don’t need to be cautious. You don’t need to ask if I’m all right.”
Tim climbed off him and for a moment Tyler’s heart broke, thinking he was going to leave. But he was just switching positions. Sitting, he pulled Tyler up off the mattress, tugging him closer until he straddled his lap. Hands cupping Tyler’s ass, Tim stared into his eyes. “You’re trying to sabotage this.”
Tyler’s lips tightened.
“Aren’t you?”
Afraid to speak lest it give away his broiling emotions, Tyler shrugged.
“I’m not going to let you,” Tim said. “I’m not going to let you sabotage this.”
“You’re not?” Tyler rasped, his throat tight.
“No.” Shaking his head, Tim squeezed Tyler’s ass. “You can’t scare me away, so stop trying. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good.” Tim’s fingers drifted up and threaded through Tyler’s hair, then slid down his face, thumbs smoothing across his cheeks. He pulled him in and gently kissed his lips. “Do you still want me?”
“Yes.”
“You sure? Because I need to be inside you. Please don’t shut down. I need you.”
Tyler’s answer was a frantic twisting and grasping as he managed to hold his position straddling Tim’s lap while ripping open a condom. Tim’s breath hitched while Tyler rolled it on and lubed him up in record time. “I guess that’s a yes,” Tim whispered.
“Yes, fuck yes,” Tyler said, crazy with need now. He tried to tease Tim with a few slow strokes, but neither had the patience for it, and soon Tim was urging him up onto his cock. “Yes,” Tyler said once more before easing down and taking Tim inside his body.
“Tyler,” Tim hissed, strong hands gripping Tyler’s ass while he moved him up and down. “Don’t let go.”
“I won’t.” Tyler rocked on top of him, arms slung around his back.
“Stay right here,” Tim whispered as his face burrowed into Tyler’s neck. “Right here.”
Tim’s cock was so deep it hurt, but the burn was bliss because it was real and so very there. Tyler easily kept a hard, slow rhythm, smiling when Tim groaned. “You okay?”
“Fuck yes,” Tim said. “God you’re good at this.”
“You teased me about all my physical training but bet you don’t mind my leg muscles now.”
“No.” Tim let out a breathy chuckle. “Your stamina is appreciated. Oh, Christ do you feel good.”
The angle of penetration changed slightly when Tim’s arms circled Tyler’s lower back and tugged him very close, like he was afraid he might escape. A laugh left Tyler in response to Tim’s possessive grip, then turned into a groan when a hot mouth found that sensitive place on his neck and sucked. “You destroy me so well,” Tyler said with a sigh. The statement was odd, even to himself, yet made sense in the dampened thoughts of this pleasure-haze, like words spoken in a dream.
Tim seemed to take his words as an affirmation, moaning as he added teeth and devoured every curve of Tyler’s neck. His hips struggled to lift as Tyler rode him. Tyler got the message that Tim needed more, so he shifted higher onto his knees, linking his fingers around Tim’s neck and using him as an anchor as he leaned back to give him better access.
For a few slapping thrusts the position was perfect. Tim gasped,
then growled in frustration as they slipped apart. “Lie down.” He bit Tyler’s bottom lip then kissed him hard. “Down. Now.”
A shiver ran though Tyler. For someone whose job it was to give orders, he certainly enjoyed when Tim used that commanding tone with him. Falling onto his back, he stretched out onto the mattress. “Do what you please with me. Anything you want.”
Tim made a soft, low sound, then rolled Tyler over so he was lying on his side. Sliding down, Tim shimmed in behind his body, spooning him and lifting one of Tyler’s knees. “I wanna take you like this,” he said, hot breath on the back of Tyler’s neck. “I’m gonna make you come and then come inside you just like this.”
Fuck yes. Anticipation made Tyler’s stomach tremble, and it took him a moment to understand the hesitation, wondering why the hell he didn’t have a cock in his ass yet. Tim’s words were forceful, but Tyler’s agreement was important to him. And it wasn’t just about consent. Tyler had never been the most vocal person, but Tim deserved to know he was wanted. “Yes, take me. Just like that. God, Tim, do it.”
They both cried out their pleasure when Tim entered him. Some shifting on the mattress, and then the angle was perfect. Tim’s arm slung around Tyler’s chest, holding him tight and breathing hard against the back of his ear while he glided in and out with a languid rhythm. “Oh God, there it is,” Tim said. “Every position feels so good with you. Everything’s too damn good.”
Tyler began making desperate, high-pitched sounds when Tim’s hand slid down his belly and gripped his cock, and though he wanted this to last forever, he was on the same page as Tim—everything was too damn good. Shoving his ass back for deeper penetration, he was soon spilling himself all over Tim’s tightened fist. Too fast, too soon, too unexpected, the climax traveled up and out of him so powerfully his whimpers became a wail.
“That’s it, baby,” Tim gasped. “Let me hear you. Oh wow, you really are coming, so fucking hot, Tyler.” Tyler was afraid he’d ruined this for Tim by losing control like a teenager but it was just the opposite—his lack of control seemed to turn Tim on. Banging Tyler harder, giving him what he needed to push him over edge, Tim followed soon after. “God Tyler, I’m coming, coming with you...”