by Riina Y T
“No.” Azariah shuddered and I tightened my hold on him. A hand snaked around my shoulders, then fell to my waist, and he murmured against my neck, “It tasted like you really, really loved me sucking your cock.”
“I did, so shut up and kiss me.” I pulled his head back by his hair. Azariah caught his bottom lip between his teeth and stared at me with something like pure wonder in his eyes. There was a glow to his face, his dark-brown eyes were atomic, and his hair a disheveled mess. I shivered at the little gasp he made when I crashed our lips together one last time.
Then we broke apart, and I took his hand, pulling him toward the kitchen nook. “Let me take you to bed?” I requested and tugged him against me. Azariah went willingly, the dreamy expression he gave me making me weak-kneed.
“Yes, please,” he murmured and brought our clasped hands to the front of his tented briefs. I felt damp fabric and something steellike and irresistible, and it was the most erotic moment of my life.
We both grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. I watched him lift a bottle to his lips and empty half in one go. Smirking, I did the same, then headed for the stairs, Azariah hot on my heels.
Chapter Nine
AZARIAH
Following Ky into the bedroom on the second floor, I let a million and one scenarios run through my head. Would he want to fuck me? Blow me? Did he have other kinky shit in mind? Oh, my god, was I even ready for anything more than…vanilla? Maybe with Ky I could be more adventurous.
Of all the things we could be doing, I longed to just be in his arms. I ached to simply hold him tight for hours. It was cheesy as hell and probably odd for someone who hadn’t been with anyone intimately in almost a year. I’ve always been a little touch starved, in a nonsexual way, and I couldn’t get enough of Ky and his stupidly smooth skin.
My erection wouldn’t go down, though, and looking at Ky, all naked and half-hard again—for me!—made me dizzy as another wave of desire hit me right in the chest. There was no denying it, I wanted him badly, and imagining the things he could do to me made my cock twitch and dampen my underwear. I quickly stripped said piece of clothing off and threw it over my shoulder as I searched Ky’s face. The brilliance of it nearly knocked me out.
I let myself fall onto the bed, my dick slapping against my stomach as I scooted to the center of the mattress. It dipped under my weight. I watched Ky remove his glasses, setting them on the bedside table. Then he came after me, his stormy lust-filled eyes tracking my every move. He reached for me and I for him. We met halfway, our mouths connecting like two magnets made for each other. I swallowed his gasps and he drank down my moans and whimpers. I loved the feeling of his tongue in my mouth, slick and warm and heavy as it pushed against my own.
This was surreal. I’d just sucked off my best friend on a freaking cabin floor. I’d had Ky’s cock in my mouth! His taste still lingered on my lips.
Hands touched me everywhere, fingers dug into my skin. My stomach fluttered with nerves and excitement when Ky took hold of my cock. His caress was gentle, spine-tingling, and I ached for more. I groaned into our kiss, and his other hand went to my dampening hair. Ky was physically fit, his shoulders broad and his biceps strong and firm. I totally dug his arms, and his fingers were so long and wrapped around my hair so perfectly. Loved when he tugged and pulled while ravaging my mouth like he was a starving man. Gods, I was so far gone, in every sense of the word.
“Ky?” I said to get his attention. A gasp. He trailed hot kisses down my throat. I arched my back, his hand still on my aching cock. My hands held onto his shoulders as I pressed myself closer, seeking more contact, chasing his touch. I needed release soon or I was going to faint and probably die.
Ky looked into my eyes, his fingers trailing along my lower stomach. “Yeah?” His lips were glossy and puffed.
“I’m sorry, but I, uh, I’m not ready to let you fuck me,” I told him because it would be easier for both of us if he knew what to expect from me. I hated to be a disappointment, but there was no way I’d rush into something this huge. At least for me it was!
“That’s all right,” Ky whispered. There was a fond smile on his lips, his cheeks a vibrant red. He lowered himself down, our noses almost touching. My heart started racing, my breath coming short. “I don’t need you to. Honest. We can do all sorts of things without either one of us getting fucked.”
“I would like to though,” I mumbled, feeling suddenly bashful. “Fuck you, I mean. If that is something you’re into. If not that’s okay, too, obviously. And not right now. I’m just laying it out there.” Jesus. Could I be any more awkward? My face was burning, all the way to the tips of my ears. I’d been with a few guys in the past, but those brief encounters hadn’t been very adventurous. I quickly learned I liked sucking dick and getting mine sucked, well, that was a no-brainer. I’d only ever gone farther with girls…
“Okay, sure.” Ky licked his lips. “I mean, that would be absolutely amazing.”
“Okay,” I whispered, not sure if I was ready for that, either, right then. I didn’t pack any supplies, not having anticipated a need for them. I remembered the gift basket downstairs; the condoms and lube Ky had discovered upon our arrival.
Ky squeezed my hand. “Next time, yeah? There’s no rush.” Our eyes met. “For now, can I just suck you off?”
I nodded, and he leaned in, kissing my jaw. “I’m dying to see how you like having my mouth on you. Want to hear your moans, find out if I can make you whimper and scream.”
Gods. I whimpered just then, pressing closer. For so long I’d wondered what kind of lover Ky would be, demanding or giving, quiet or loud…
I said, “Yeah, oh, I want that.” Ky nipped at my bottom lip and I gasped. “Ky—do it.”
Trailing his tongue down my neck and chest, Ky nibbled on my flat pecs, showering my nipples with playful bites, then sucked at a spot somewhere under my left arm. I groaned and threw my hand over my eyes, sinking deeper into the soft pillows.
All too soon, and yet not soon enough, Ky’s mouth reached my groin and he pressed those addictive lips against my throbbing cock, his nose in my pubes. I watched him kneel between my spread legs, head bent and fingers around my junk. Ky didn’t lose any more time and took me in his mouth until I was hitting the back of his throat. And the next thing I knew, I was coming like I’d never been blown in my life.
I groaned and whimpered, mortified I wasn’t able to control my orgasm, like, at all.
Ky is going to think I’m so lame.
I pushed back against his body to draw out the last moments of delight. Then Ky straightened and wiped his mouth, a satisfied grin on his lips. He tugged me up and my head spun as he kissed me on the mouth, sharing the salty taste lingering on his lips. I felt close to crying as that terrifying thing that felt a whole lot like love roared through me with a ferocity I couldn’t bear.
He couldn’t stop kissing my face—my eyes, my nose, my chin, and my sore, wet lips, which had a mind of their own, kissing Ky back with an intensity that made my head swim. When we finally broke apart, I fell back against the pillows and squeezed my eyes shut. A hand stroked my cheek, a finger tapped my nose. I smiled to myself.
“That was….”
“The best damn blowjob of my life.”
“I’m glad. You know I could get used to this,” Ky said. I cracked my eyes open to find his face so close to mine, radiating. He smirked and kissed my nose. “I think I kinda want you ruined for anyone else.”
“Oh, I am. I totally am,” I admitted. Ky wouldn’t be getting rid of me so easily now. Then I remembered who he was, who I was, for that matter. We were in a freaking band with television performances and Teen Choice Awards for crying out loud and for the first time I wished we could simply be two guys living our very normal and very boring lives, but instead we were in the midst of planning our first international tour!
Why did it feel like losing when I was winning so much? Maybe I needed to believe harder in us. We could make this wor
k, band and all. The public—our fans—gods, they would either eat this shit up or tear us to pieces.
Then I cringed and said, “Wish it could have lasted longer though.”
“No reason you can’t get a repeat performance.” Ky waggled his eyebrows, giving me a goofy grin.
“Awesome.” I chuckled. “I’ll try not to blow my load the moment you get my dick in your mouth.” My cheeks warmed, and I regretted the words as soon as they left my lips.
“No shame in that, sweetheart,” Ky said and bent to nuzzle my neck. He pressed a kiss to my throat. “I think it’s hot. Honest.”
I was stunned. How could he be so damn nice and sweet and fun and sexy?
Gods, I loved him.
Ky yawned, then said, “Nap? Then work.”
Sounded good to me. We had so much work on our plate right now. I hoped we could get those songs written and recorded, especially now with such sweet distraction on the table.
“Sure, Ky. Anything you want,” I said, sighing, and Ky gazed down at me as I entwined our fingers.
He whispered close to my lips, “Don’t promise me the moon, honey. I will hold you to it.” Then he kissed my forehead before snuggling up against me, his sweaty, naked legs tangling with mine. I brushed a strand of hair from Ky’s face and stroked his cheek. The smile he wore was content, his eyes closed, and my stomach began fluttering again.
In my arms, Ky was everything I could ever imagine wanting, or needing. My heart was full to bursting with affection for the guy who’d just given me the moon without knowing and called me honey and sweetheart like it was completely normal. Like we’d done this a thousand times before.
Chapter Ten
KY
The morning of our big New Year’s Eve party, the last morning we’d have to ourselves, I found Azariah sitting at the table, hunched over a piece of paper. He had a pen in his right hand and his head propped on the other. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace, lending the room a soft glow and much needed warmth. I held up my smartphone and silently snapped a couple of photos of Azariah “hard at work” I could upload to our Instagram page once we were back online. I’d taken plenty of photos throughout the week, of Azariah playing acoustic guitar, of myself messing around in the tiny kitchen cooking spaghetti, of the two of us together—singing, posing with our instruments, playing board games and lounging on the sofa—you know, the kinda stuff I knew the fans would dig.
Man, where had the time gone? The past five days went by in a blur. We’d written quite a few songs together—one I was particularly proud and fond of featured Azariah’s voice!—recorded many demos, and shot a couple of videos of us playing acoustic cover songs for our YouTube channel. There had been card games, movie marathons, the occasional hike, and throwing stones into the lake, never-ending cuddle sessions, the best naps ever, and a muffin challenge that ended in tears—the happy kind. We’d also made many incredible memories over the past five nights in our bedroom on the second floor, exploring all the ways we fit.
Smiling dreamily, I walked toward the guy who’d wormed himself into my heart sometime in 2013. I looked over his shoulder, reading the words he’d scribbled on the page. It was a poem.
A kiss,
your lips on mine
aren't the first I touched.
A caress,
your fingers in my hair
aren't the first I craved.
Your skin against mine.
A hunger I've never felt,
so real, so unique.
You might not be the first,
my love,
but I ache for you to be,
dangerous and consuming.
Afraid you won't be,
my last.
A shiver raced down my spine, my breath caught in my throat. Man, what a guy! I felt truly blessed to have met such a talented person and thankful for how inspiring life together had been so far. Excitement bubbled up inside me at the thought of the future and what amazing surprises it might have in store for Azariah and me.
One of the many things I admired in Azariah was his passion for words. With his help, many meaningful, extraordinary, and heartfelt songs had been born. He’d written and published two poetry books under his own name, detailed cover to cover with beautiful images and typography. He regularly posted poems and prose to his Instagram account, some of which were previously unreleased and others could be found in his books Kirschblüten and The Hardest Thing.
I pulled out a chair and sat next to Azariah. He lifted his head and his warm smile was all for me. “Can you believe we made it?” The twinkle in his eyes had me drunk on this feeling that wouldn’t go away.
“Of course, I can.” I was a little proud of us too; we’d gotten so much actual work done it did seem like a miracle with all the new ways we found to enjoy each other’s company. “I’ve always thought we made a fantastic team.” What I couldn’t have known was how brilliantly we fit together in other, intimate ways.
Azariah licked his lips, glancing around. Reaching for my hand, he pulled it toward him. We were still on our own, the party only hours away, and our friends could arrive at any moment. While we hadn’t gotten the Wi-Fi turned back on yet—one did indeed exist; and being unplugged for almost an entire week hadn’t been as difficult as we’d both imagined—Luke and the others had called a few times to check in with us, make sure we hadn’t killed each other, I supposed. Or run off into the woods and gotten ravished by a mountain lion or bear or whatever roamed these forests.
Azariah lifted an eyebrow, a mischievous twist to his full lips. He wore his hair tied back, and his face was clean-shaven. Moving his chair a little closer, Azariah leaned in to whisper in a low, almost inaudible voice, “Gods, Ky, you look good enough to eat. That two-hundred-dollar shirt does amazing things to your eyes.” I could feel the brush of Azariah’s lips over the shell of my ear, warm breath sending sparks leaping up and down my spine. That Canadian accent added another level of hotness to his words. My heart started fluttering.
Damn, and he’s so sexy. Seductive little shit.
It was amazing how much his confidence had grown over the past days; I couldn’t get enough of Azariah’s bold side.
I grinned and reclined to give him a slow once-over, appreciating the view. The black, long-sleeved Hugo Boss polo shirt was more preppy than what he usually wore, but he absolutely rocked it. In white jeans and leather boots, he looked dead gorgeous. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Azariah turned his hand, stroking his thumb slowly over my palm. How had I never realized how sensitive the area could be? I shivered, skin prickling with sensation, my dick giving an interested twitch as Azariah’s thumbnail traced over the lines of my palm. Up and down. His lips pressed against my throat, and then he danced a line of kisses across my chin before pressing our cheeks together.
Applause sounded from the doorway, causing me to turn. My stomach dropped when I found Luke staring back at us, a shit-eating grin on his face. A moment later, Parker appeared next to him, and a wave of nausea rolled through me. I hadn’t been prepared for our friends to walk in on us while Azariah and I were getting cozy together. There was no reason for this to be embarrassing, and they obviously expected us to hook up, so they wouldn’t have any problems with the fact that we had, right?
Azariah’s hand slipped out of mine as he sat up straight. I did the same and watched our friends with uncertainty. Disappointment at having to say goodbye to the perfect little bubble we’d created over the past days threatened to choke me. I wasn’t ready to face real life yet.
Then Luke shouted, “I knew it!” He turned toward Parker and repeated, “I knew it. Didn’t I tell you, Park?”
Ignoring him, Parker pushed past Luke and strolled through the door, pulling a suitcase along. He let go of the handle, then started unzipping his coat as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
“I told him, like, dude! A and Ky, right? They are totally into each other,” Luke continued to say. He dropped
his colorful backpack on the carpet next to Parker’s black suitcase and approached us, still grinning like a maniac. “‘Trust me,’ I said, ‘they only need a kick in the ass. All they can think about is boning each other’s brains out.’”
I groaned and covered my face with my hands. Next to me, Azariah snickered. I felt his hand on my thigh, his leg pressing against my own under the table. Luke pulled out a chair and sat across from us. Parker followed.
Luke’s bright -green eyes were practically glowing, his bleached-blond hair looking edgy the way it was styled in long spikes. “It was so bleeding obvious it made me throw up a little in my mouth every time you two were in the same room. So I told Park we had to do something about it or else the both of you would combust from all that sexual tension.”
“Shut up,” I told Luke. Azariah squeezed my thigh. “How could you possibly think that? I had no freaking clue Azariah felt the way he does. It still kind of confuses me how you guys thought trapping us together out here would solve anything.”
Parker and Luke shared a look. Parker then faced Azariah and me. “Didn’t it?” He was now grinning, too, his eyes beaming with amusement.
Azariah answered, “I think so?” He looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
I glared at Azariah. “That’s so not the point right now.”
Parker’s eyes were fond when he looked at Azariah. Parker had rocked a buzzcut ever since I’d known him. He was actually kinda hot with his blue eyes, pierced lip, and tattooed arms, and I wondered if either of them had ever felt anything more than friendship for the other. Which was a stupid and really an unhelpful train of thought, so I stopped it right there.
Luke addressed me, saying, “You were just as bad as him. Every time A skipped dinner with us and whenever he wouldn’t laugh at your dumb jokes you were unbearable to be around. All emo and mopey like my twelve-year-old sister.”
“You don’t have a sister, Luke. You’re an only child,” I pointed out, feeling Azariah’s eyes on me. It was true I’d been feeling off for a while, but had it really been so obvious everyone but me had noticed?