As he rubbed himself lightly through baggy jeans, Will’s reckless fear of his own impending death suffused him with desperate courage. He walked over to his overflowing closet and picked out the tightest T-shirt and jeans he owned. Stripping completely, he put on the clothes and added a large button down shirt to hide how snug they were. He slid his small bottle of cologne into his pocket and walked down the hall into the living room.
“Mom, I’m going to go check on Mrs. Fitzsimmons and maybe sit with her for a while. She shouldn’t have to be alone tonight,” he lied, trying to sound earnest and convincing. If 4D wasn’t home, or didn’t want to let him in, maybe he would go see old lady Fitzsimmons. But he was going to take his shot at 4D.
“That’s sweet of you, Will. Why don’t you ask her to come up here with you?” his mother asked and continued to hold his sister on the couch.
“I’ll try, but you know how she is,” he chuckled. He could see his mother was trying to decide if she wanted to let him out of her sight.
“I promise I won’t leave the building,” he said, rolling his eyes and faking exasperation.
“Okay, be back in a few hours,” she warned. Not wanting to give his mother any reason to be suspicious, Will forced himself to walk slowly out the door and down the hall to the elevator. Once inside, he hit the button for the fourth floor and began to take off the huge shirt as the doors started to close. Lifting the T-shirt, Will sprayed one good dose of cologne on his chest and abs before he rubbed a little up to his neck. The smell overpowered the small confines of the elevator, but when he stepped off onto the fourth floor, it dissipated and he walked down the hall towards 4D.
As he stood in front of the door, Will wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and stared at the wood. It looked remarkably like his door, and like the dozens of other doors on every other floor. He wanted to raise his hand and knock, but he just couldn’t make it move. For all of the bravado he’d felt in his room, it seemed to have failed him at the crucial moment.
Just when he’d decided to head downstairs and visit the old lady after all, the elevator opened and 4D stepped off. Nearly a head taller than Will with a lightly muscled athletic body, he intimidated and excited Will. As 4D approached his apartment, the man looked up and Will saw a wild look on his face framed by long, loose waves of hair. He stopped and shifted a small backpack higher onto his back.
“What are you doing in front of my door?” the older man barked. Will jumped back immediately even as he wished to stand at the door and listen to that beautiful accent. “Were you looking to steal from me?”
“No!” Will replied desperately. The constant stutter of his heart racing made him feel light-headed, and he couldn’t understand how things had gone so wrong in an instant.
“Then get away from there.”
Will took another step back and froze. The perfect opportunity to talk to the object of all his fantasies was about to pass him by. He would die without ever having known the feel of another man’s touch.
“I came down here to see you,” Will whispered. The man stopped and ran a hand through his shoulder-length hair. It looked as if he were trying to decide if that explanation was true, his brow furrowed and he rubbed his forehead lightly with one delicate hand.
“Why would you want to see me? You do not know me,” he replied after a moment as he moved closer to the door in an obvious gesture to shut Will out. The key scraped in the lock and Will knew it would be his last chance.
“Because I think about you all the time,” Will said softly and felt the blood rush to his face. The hallway suddenly heated ten degrees as he stared at his feet. Silence hung heavy in the air while both of them stood perfectly still. Will’s embarrassment stopped his voice in his throat, and it took a moment for the other shocked man to speak.
“Come inside, I think we should talk.”
Will followed him inside the apartment and looked around as the man walked over to a nearby table and put his backpack on it. Hovering nervously near the door, Will shifted his weight, almost bouncing a little on balls of his feet. After focusing so much of his energy and attention on getting into the apartment, Will had no idea what to do. The small side table sitting next to the door rattled as he bumped it. He looked down to see the table held keys, a cell phone and mail.
Stefan Chavez
“You can sit down,” Stefan said with a gesture toward a battered futon on the far side of what looked like an artistic battle zone. The space was so different from the one Will shared with his parents that it could have been in a different building. Where his own living room looked like a museum for antique furniture, Stefan’s had been cleared of almost every piece of furniture to make space for his work. Pieces of clay, pencils and sketchbooks were scattered throughout the room like casualties of war. Half-empty bottles of liquor littered the breakfast bar around a closed pizza box. The kitchen appeared barren, but the garbage can teemed. Will passed the kitchen door and noticed takeout bags and containers sitting idly on the top of the heap, threatening to spill their greasy contents onto the faded tile floor. Navigating the dust and debris, he walked gingerly to the futon where Stefan sat. Will tucked a leg beneath him and sat down. The wooden frame of the futon was nicked in some places and gouged in others, and Will wondered if maybe the guy had pulled it from a dump somewhere.
Sitting in the artistic ground zero, Will was better able to see the supplies and projects that sat placed randomly throughout the space. He noticed a larger sculpture sitting off to the side and his breath caught. The figure only consisted of a torso, no head or legs, but it was that of a nude man. The smooth muscle and detailed lines made Will wonder what it would feel like to have the hands that created it on his body.
“Tell me why you are here, today of all days,” Stefan prompted as he turned, pulling a leg up into the space between them, and looked at Will intently. He rested one strong arm on the back of the futon and waited for an answer. Rather than looking at Stefan, Will stared at the futon cover and slowly fingered a hole in the frayed cover beneath him.
When Will did not speak, Stefan tried again as he started to lose patience.
“Look, we don’t have a lot of time here…”
“I’ve never… I want…,” Will stammered and closed his eyes as he tried to calm his racing heart. “I’ve never been with anyone, and I don’t want to die without knowing what that’s like.” His face flamed, and he felt his whole body go warm in the following silence. Picking at the futon cover seemed far easier than looking up into the face of the man next to him. After what seemed like hours, Stefan spoke.
“I’m flattered, honestly, but you are a child,” he said gently. That was probably the only thing that Stefan could have said to make Will look up.
“I am not a child. I’m nearly seventeen,” he said, the sting evident in his voice.
“And I am thirty, nearly twice your age. Do you have no friends your own age that you could…” Stefan trailed off, but Will understood.
“None of my friends know I’m gay. I guess that doesn’t matter now, but I don’t…I don’t want them,” he finished in a whisper. “And…and I don’t want you to be alone when it comes.” That stopped Stefan from whatever he had planned to say. He closed his mouth and looked at Will, a soft speculative look gracing his fine features.
“Do you even know my name? I do not know yours.”
“Stefan,” Will said looking up with real hope shining in his eyes. “My name is William, everyone calls me Will.”
“Come here, Will,”
Stefan’s voice sounded quiet above the muted chaos from the street. Will hesitated only a moment before sliding to his left and into the center of the futon. He could feel the heat of Stefan’s body growing as the older man moved closer to the center, closer to Will.
“Have you ever kissed another man?” Stefan’s breath caused goose bumps as he asked the question against the skin of Will’s throat. He shook his head because he didn’t trust his voice and found it hard
to breathe with Stefan so close.
“Let us start there,” he murmured against Will’s cheek as he moved closer. The boy nodded, turning his head slightly, and was rewarded when strong, confident lips closed over his own. Nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming sensations that raced through him. As the kiss deepened, and Will felt a warm tongue enter his mouth, he started to get hard. A deep moan reverberated through his chest, caught by Stefan’s waiting mouth as it escaped.
With a boldness he didn’t know he possessed, Will lifted a hand and stroked Stefan’s face with his fingers. The skin was soft and smooth was inviting under Will’s fingers, so he pushed his limits farther and caressed Stefan’s tangle of brown curls. In his dreams, he’d never been able to appreciate the silken texture as the tendrils wrapped around his fingers. To his delight, Stefan rewarded him with a quiet sound of pleasure.
Instead of merely moving closer to Stefan, Will swung a thin leg over Stefan’s lap while never breaking their kiss. Stefan responded by sliding his hands down Will’s back and cupping his ass through the thin jeans. The man’s hands were hot against Will’s skin and he ground his hips down, rubbing their groins together with a long moan. Skilled hands slid under the back of Will’s T-shirt and pulled it up until he had no choice but to break the kiss and allow Stefan to remove it.
“I had thought to send you away with a kiss, But, I do not think I have the strength,” Stefan murmured quietly into his ear and trapped Stefan’s mouth in another kiss.
“I don’t want you to send me away,” Will replied between long, heated kisses. He wanted to crawl inside Stefan and never leave.
“I want to take you to bed,” the older man whispered. Even as Stefan said it, Will nodded into the kiss.
It had been so long since Stefan felt someone want him as that boy did. Looking down into Will’s nervous eyes, Stefan seemed to lose himself. Their warm caramel color drew him in, as did the boy’s sweet untouched skin. Stefan had to admit that Will’s attraction made the most potent aphrodisiac. To take an innocent kid and show him all the carnal pleasures men could find in each other had to be the perfect way to spend his remaining hours of life. In a sixteen-year-old boy, Stefan would find solace.
Stefan felt a shiver run through Will as the boy’s mouth closed again over his own.
“Let’s go into my bedroom,” Stefan murmured against Will’s lips as he broke the kiss long enough to speak. Neither of them was willing to lose contact even for the time it took to move to the bedroom. Stefan followed the kid’s lips, and arched against Will as they rose off the futon. Every moment wasted brought them one more minute closer to death.
As they stood kissing in front of the futon, Stefan hunched to meet Will as he stood on his toes. Finally, Stefan pulled away and took Will’s hand, leading the way down the short hall to the only bedroom in his small condo. Clothes lay scattered on the floor and his bed was unmade, but he didn’t care and it appeared that Will didn’t either. In a shy desperation, the boy pushed Stefan back gently and he sat on the edge of the bed. Pulling Will to stand between his wide-spread knees, Stefan moved his tender kisses over the boy’s chest and down to his navel. Given a few more years, Will would have grown into a strong, well-defined man, but right then he was thin and soft under Stefan’s lips. Stefan was used to hard muscled abs, and the contrast excited Stefan, reminding him of Will’s youth and inexperience.
“Are you sure?” Stefan asked as he looked up through long black lashes. at his young companion. Will swallowed once, nodded and ran his trembling fingers through Stefan’s curls. The older man popped the button on Will’s jeans and closed his eyes, touched by the affectionate stroking of his hair. When he pulled the pants open and found nothing beneath, it surprised him, but he didn’t hesitate. He ran his lips over the boy’s hip, and down over his groin to the untamed course hair peeking above the zipper.
“That is sexy,” he moaned against the tender skin beneath his lips and felt Will’s breath catch. Stefan carefully pulled down the boy’s jeans, unwrapping his long, thin cock like a gift. He helped Will step out of the pants and pulled off his socks, leaving him naked and vulnerable.
“Lay down, baby,” Stefan whispered and pulled the shaking boy into his bed as he stood up. With his eyes never leaving Will’s, he unbuttoned his shirt and watched the boy’s eyes grow wide with each successive button. When he removed his jeans and boxers, the boy swallowed hard at the sight of Stefan’s erection jutting from his lean, toned body. He’d had his share of admirers over the years, but, no one had ever looked at him with such raw emotion, such unguarded desire. It gave him chills.
He crawled in bed with Will, but rather than taking the boy in his arms, he lay next to him with his feet pressed against the pillow next to Will’s head. Propped up on one arm, he wasted no time taking Will’s straining cock into his mouth. Licking the bit of liquid that had accumulated on the tip, Stefan swirled his coarse tongue around the head and heard the boy whimper. The sound, an almost high-pitched whine suffused with need, made his cock ache.
“Touch me,” Stefan pleaded in a low voice before feeling a hesitant hand rest on his bare thigh. When it moved no further, he reached down, took the hand in his own and wrapped it around his cock. Taking Will’s erection further into his mouth, Stefan stroked his own cock with the boy’s hand for several long minutes before finally letting go. Will continued with clumsy, unsure motions that made Stefan’s heart race. He could hear the boy’s labored breathing and the sounds he failed to suppress, but he wanted to hear the boy scream.
Rubbing his lips up and down the length of Will’s dick as he bobbed his head, Stefan pushed the boy’s legs wider apart, baring everything to his gaze. Will’s back arched and his slow, awkward stroking stuttered, but he started again in an instant. With light, gentle fingers, he caressed the boy’s sensitive balls—weighing them, massaging them, and soon he wanted to taste them.
“Oh my God,” Will cried in a breathless whisper as Stefan stroked his wet dick with one deft hand while dragging a hot tongue over the sensitive skin of his balls. Will’s hand stopped moving on his cock as the boy tensed all over, and for a moment, Stefan thought maybe the kid would come, but he didn’t. Instead he panted as if he’d just run for miles, the muscles in his legs remaining taut. Stefan smiled to himself and pulled back long enough to lubricate a finger with saliva before taking Will’s cock back into his mouth. The boy’s entire body stilled again as Stefan slid gentle fingers into the cleft of Will’s ass and spread him open. Yelping quietly when the slick finger entered him, Will clenched around it as he was penetrated for the first time. Stefan sucked Will’s cock deep into his throat attempting to get the boy to relax. After several minutes, Stefan’s finger was all the way inside, and he moved it around gently… searching.
The boy whined suddenly and grabbed fistfuls of the sheet beneath him as Stefan smiled around his cock. Will had let go of Stefan’s cock to grab the sheet, but his reaction to having his prostate rubbed was even hotter than the feeling of his hand. Unable to keep still, the boy squirmed against the bed and spread his legs farther apart. Planting his feet on the bed, he pushed up into Stefan’s mouth, chasing that all encompassing pleasure, losing all control.
Stefan took Will’s thrusts and rubbed the small pleasure spot inside Will as he bucked against the bed. The boy’s cries grew louder, inarticulate and unfocused while his body locked in a sharp jerk. Stefan tasted the warm, salty release on his tongue as he swallowed around Will’s pulsing cock. His own cock swelled and threatened to spill just from the sounds the beautiful boy made, but he kept himself in control.
When Will finally started to relax and fell back against the mattress, Stefan released Will’s cock go with a slight pop and the kid groaned.
“That was… I’ve never… Oh my God,” he said weakly and then laid an arm over his flushed face. “But I wanted for us to, you know…”
“We will, do not worry. That will make it easier,” Stefan explained as he turned an
d lay down next to Will. When the older man opened his arms, the boy scrambled into them and rested his damp face on Stefan’s chest. He held Will, relishing the feeling of the nude boy against him before pressing his lips against Will’s ear.
“I want to be so deep inside you,” Stefan whispered before turning Will onto his stomach. “I want you to be able to feel me there every minute we have left.” Will moaned at the words and wrapped his arms around the pillow beneath his head. Stefan rolled off the bed and grabbed a bottle from his bedside table. They wouldn’t need condoms, not when they would be dead in a few hours anyway. He wanted to feel every bit of the boy’s ass as he fucked it.
Pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, he capped the bottle in his hand and set it next to him on the bed. Settling between the boys’s outstretched legs, he felt the soft rounded ass before him, watching it open beneath his touch. Stefan noticed a tremble in Will’s legs, and slid one finger into Will as he’d done before while rubbing the boy’s hip to reassure him.
“Relax, I just want to make you feel good,” Stefan told Will and felt the boy’s posture relax slightly until he added a second finger. As he stretched the impossibly tight muscle, Stefan could hear Will’s mewling whimpers muffled by the pillow. The sounds gradually turned into deep surrendering moans when Stefan found his prostate once again and stroked it with a slow agonizing rhythm.
“Are you ready?” he asked Will and the boy nodded. Carefully, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the blunt head of his dick. Reaching forward, he grabbed the boy’s hips and lifted him halfway onto his knees. Will’s back curved beautifully in a wanton posture. Stefan held the boy’s hips, pushed forward and felt his cock breach the tiny entrance. Will gave a wail of pain and tried to move away from the intrusion.
“Shhhhh… It’s okay, baby, it only hurts for a minute,” Stefan reassured him, and the boy stopped trying to pull away. The heat around his cock made Stefan’s legs weak as he fought not to pound the kid into the mattress.
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