Impractical Magic

by M. J. O'Shea

“You okay?”

  “You feel so damn good.” Fen couldn’t help it, he bucked his hips. He couldn’t… fuck, he wasn’t going to last.

  “You do too.”

  And if he thought it was too much before, Kevin leaned forward and kissed him. One of those intense, way too good, Kevin sort of kisses that made his head spin and his breath catch in his throat.

  “I love how deep you are in me,” Kevin whispered. “How thick you are, how you’re hitting all the right spots.”

  “Kevin,” Fen groaned. Kevin had to stop before he lost it altogether. As it was he was about a half a stroke away from falling apart. Fen froze and breathed deep, then he pumped his hips again and watched Kevin’s breath hiccup out in little bursts.

  “I’m gonna feel you tomorrow every time I move. You like that?”

  “Fuck. Yes.” Fuckfuckfuck.

  “It’s like when I mark you. But you’re marking me this time.”

  It was too fucking hot. Too much, too deep. Fen bit his lip to keep from coming. “Wait for a second.” He froze again.

  “You okay?” There he was, all concerned and sweet. Fen lay there under him and tried not to lose it.

  “You’re too hot. Gonna come too fast.” He’d be horrified if he did. They weren’t teenagers anymore and the last time he’d come in under five minutes with another person in the room, well, let’s just say he didn’t want to relive that moment.

  Kevin pulled off and rolled over onto his back. “C’mere. Watching someone ride me always gets to me pretty quickly too. Try it this way.”

  Fen didn’t want to think about Kevin and other guys. No. He crawled over and settled between Kevin’s thighs. Kevin reached down to guide him to the right spot. “Just… take it slow. You’ll be fine.”

  Kevin was still too hot, too tight, too perfect, but Fen gritted his teeth and held it back. Kevin moved his hips around and helped Fen find his spot.

  “Right there,” he grunted out and flung his arms back to grab on to the base of Fen’s headboard. “Fuck.”

  Watching Kevin like this was a new kind of high. He was fucked out and lost in his pleasure, and so graceful with his sleek muscles and golden skin. Fen wanted to make him fall apart. With that new goal in mind, he circled his hips and thrust against Kevin’s prostate again and again and again. Kevin rubbed his hands along his own chest, pinched his nipples and slid his hand lower until he’d wrapped it around his hard, leaking cock.

  Fen swore softly. “You gonna come?” he whispered. It almost seemed wrong to speak out loud, like he’d disturb the perfect creature below him.

  “Yeah, just—don’t stop. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Kevin bucked his hips and came, throwing his head back and striping his belly. Fen felt it squeezing tight around him. He hadn’t expected to feel it like that. That was all it took to push him over the edge that he’d been clinging to since the moment he got inside Kevin’s body. His orgasm came hot and hard; black spots exploded in his vision.

  “Jesus.” He collapsed on Kevin, sweat-sticky skin, come and all. A few quiet minutes later, he’d managed to collect his breath. He pulled away gingerly and reached for some tissues to clean them up.

  “That was amazing, babe,” Kevin chuckled. “You wanna take a shower?”

  Babe. Hmmm. Fen didn’t think too much about it. “Tomorrow?” He knew they were disgusting. He couldn’t be bothered to care.

  “Yeah. I’m good with tomorrow.”

  FEN FELT like floating. More than floating. Whatever the equivalent was of taking off into the air and doing backflips and laughing and yeah. Floating. He nearly skipped into the damn florist. He felt like he needed weights to hold his feet down. Regina took one look at him and started grinning. Soon, her grin turned into laughter.

  “What?” Fen asked. He grinned right back at her, though. It was so hard not to smile.

  “You’re in an awfully good mood today. I hear you were out with the boys last night. Good evening?”

  Good? Fantastic. Hot. Life changing. Amazing.

  “Yeah, we had fun.”

  That didn’t exactly cut it, but….

  “Rory said you had a new friend with you? One of your neighbors?”

  “Yeah, Kevin. He’s a cool guy.” Fen tried to keep his face impassive. It was so hard not to burst into waves of ridiculous fondness at any given moment, or sigh when he remembered how it felt when Kevin sucked hot little kisses down his spine.

  “I see.” Regina looked like she was about to laugh. “Rory said Ben’s a little upset that you’ve been seeing someone else.”

  Fen allowed himself to laugh. “Ben knows I’ll always love him best. He’s gotta let me have an open relationship while he’s gone, though.”

  “At least you have approval from Rory. He likes your young man.”

  “Kevin? My friend?”

  “Yes, sweetheart. Your friend.” She gave him a look like she didn’t quite believe him. “I didn’t know friends put that look on people’s faces.”

  Fen just shrugged. He wasn’t exactly keen to talk to Rory’s mom about his hot summer fling with a guy. It was about a half step away on the embarrassment scale to talking to his own mother about it. And that? Well, that sure as hell wasn’t going to happen.

  His phone buzzed a few minutes later.

  Hope you’re having a great morning. I know I am!

  The smile he’d been trying to hold in so much came back in an instant, splitting his face in two.

  Yeah, I’d have to say it’s been pretty fantastic. I just didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, that’s all.

  Me neither. I can still feel you….

  Fen was glad he’d put down the clippers. He might have cut his finger off. His head flooded with memories of the night before. Hot. Hot heat sweat skin tight damn. He wanted it again and again and again.

  Seriously. You do that to me when I’m at work? MEAN.

  ;)

  Bastard. There will be retribution.

  Fen looked up from his phone to find Rory’s mother chuckling at him.

  “What?” Fen asked.

  Regina just grinned. “How is your friend?”

  “Um. Good.”

  She simply shook her head. “I’ll let you know when my driver’s license changes to say I was born yesterday.”

  “What?” Fen felt a small surge of panic.

  “I have a son. I think you know him. That look… isn’t exactly new to me.”

  Fen decided to change the subject. “You wanted me to trim the bottoms of all these new white roses?”

  “Yes, dear.” She patted his shoulder. “And after that, please do the pinks and the yellows.”

  Chapter 6

  “OH MY God, it’s so hot.” Fen rolled over and tried to close his blinds to the laser rays of the early morning sun. His AC hadn’t kicked on yet. Usually it was fine before ten. Apparently that was before their building had been relocated to the surface of hell.

  “Want me to go mess with the thermostat?”

  Fen fluttered his eyelashes. “Will you?”

  “Of course, darling.” Kevin snorted and leaned over for a sweaty good-morning kiss.

  “It’s only seven. What the hell is this?” It was his day off. Kevin’s too. After the late night they’d had playing video games until nearly three, he just wanted to go back to sleep.

  Until Kevin’s nearly naked body slid back into bed. “I turned it down to sixty. Hopefully it’ll start working soon.”

  Kevin flopped onto his back and stretched his arms overhead. Fen couldn’t help looking. All he saw was a long, pretty expanse of gorgeous tanned skin and a tiny pair of black boxer briefs. He wanted to lick Kevin from head to toe.

  Fen was about to start until Kevin’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.

  “Who the hell’s calling at seven? Work?”

  Kevin looked at the phone. “No. My little sister. She probably forgot it was my day off. I’ll only talk a minute.” He slid his thumb across the screen to answer. “Hey, Jans. W
hy are you up?”

  Fen heard a voice talking a mile a minute from the other side of the phone. No wonder Kevin was so soft spoken. Probably didn’t have a chance to get a word in edgewise. Kevin arched his back in a stretch. “It’s hot up here too. You have to work today?” Fen leaned forward and kissed Kevin’s stomach. He wasn’t going to fall asleep again until Kevin hung up. “Wait, slow down. What did Mom do?”

  “Sorry,” Kevin mouthed at Fen. “Teenagers.” Fen smiled sleepily at him. Then he remembered a few very pointed texts from a couple of days before. Retribution….

  He leaned over and started to kiss Kevin’s belly again. His skin was warm and slightly sticky from the heat. Fen dragged his lips lower, closer to the low-slung band of Kevin’s briefs.

  Kevin shot Fen a wide-eyed look and gestured to the phone. Fen only smirked and tugged Kevin’s briefs down his hips. A long, suckling kiss to Kevin’s hip made Kevin’s voice stutter, and when Fen shifted between Kevin’s legs and ran his tongue up the smooth inside of Kevin’s thigh, Kevin drew in a breath. When Fen sucked Kevin deep into his mouth, he groaned out loud.

  “Ja—Jans…. Jani. Janet Foley. I have to go. I can talk to you about this later, okay?” Kevin slammed the end call button on his phone and tossed it on the bed. He barked out a frustrated laugh.

  “You are literally the worst.” He dragged Fen up his body until they were draped across each other, steamy, sticky skin and damp hair and grins.

  “I had to get you back for those texts.”

  “I was on the phone with my sister.”

  “You’ll forgive me. Everyone always does.”

  Kevin growled and pulled Fen down for a long, lusty kiss. “Get these off.” He shoved at Fen’s pajama bottoms and kicked his own briefs the rest of the way off his legs. They came together in a rush of heat and skin and kisses. Fen figured he’d never get tired of it. Long after Kevin was back in San Diego, Fen would still be thinking of the way he felt, lying in bed with him.

  “Mmm, I like days off.” Kevin palmed Fen’s ass and pulled his hand up his back, scratching gently at his spine.

  “Me too.”

  Kevin snorted. “If you hadn’t taken that job with Rory’s mother, you’d have a whole summer of them.”

  “Now I appreciate them all the more.”

  “You’re such a dork.” Kevin slapped him lightly on the ass.

  “Says you,” Fen said with a tiny squeak. “And quit making my butt jiggle.”

  “Oh my God, your butt isn’t jiggling. Shut up and kiss me some more.”

  “You like when I talk.”

  Kevin smirked. “I like when you say dirty things to me.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like when you told me the other night how much you wanted to fuck me.”

  Fen barely remembered saying that. He’d had a few beers and, well, Kevin was there and hot and, yeah, he probably did.

  “I like when you say that stuff to me too.” Nobody he’d ever been with before had been that straightforward with what they wanted.

  “Yeah? Want me to tell you what I’m thinking now?”

  “Y-yeah.”

  Kevin trailed his fingers back down Fen’s back and into the crease between his cheeks. “I’m thinking it would feel pretty amazing in here. I’m thinking I’d really like to fuck you someday.”

  “Yeah?” Fen would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about how it would feel. The curiosity had outweighed his reservations pretty much every time he thought about it. “I think I’d like that too.”

  “You would?” Kevin looked like it was the last thing he’d expected Fen to say. Fen hadn’t expected to say it himself. Even if he’d been thinking it for days. The way Kevin groaned when he had Fen’s fingers or cock inside him, the way he arched his back and looked like he was about to explode. Yeah, Fen wanted to try that.

  “I want to know what it’s like. You just always look so hot and like you like it.”

  “I fucking love it. You’re really gonna let me?”

  Fen nodded.

  “When?”

  Kevin was probably planning romantic dinners and seduction scenes and for real. Fen wasn’t a teenaged girl about to lose his virginity. He didn’t need all that. He just wanted Kevin.

  “How ’bout right now?”

  “N-now?” All of a sudden Kevin looked a bit nervous. Fen doubted he’d expected that kind of answer. To be honest, he hadn’t expected to say it. But he figured no lead time was better than too much. Plus, he wanted it. He really did.

  “Are you doing something better?”

  “Never.”

  “So, we’re doing this?” Fen asked. His belly quaked but his voice sounded casual.

  Kevin groaned. “How can you be so”—he flipped Fen over onto his back— “chill about this? It’s a big deal, you know. I mean, I’m not a newbie or anything, but it’s your first time. It’s a very big deal.”

  “It doesn’t have to be. Does it feel good when I fuck you?”

  “You know it does. I just told you I loved it.”

  “So make me feel like that.”

  “Easy-peasy, right?”

  Fen grinned. He reached up and cupped Kevin’s face in his hands. “Easy-peasy.”

  Kevin buried his face in Fen’s neck and groaned. “I swear, the things you do to me.”

  “I didn’t do anything. Not yet at least.” He lifted his thighs up to cradle Kevin’s hips.

  “Wait, wait.” Kevin shuddered. “Not yet. Have to get you ready.”

  Fen wasn’t stupid. He realized he’d require a lot of prep. In a way, he was back in his teenage years, about to lose his virginity. He was all nerves and want and awe over this gorgeous overgrown boy he had in his bed.

  “I know. I’m just excited.”

  “I want to take my time with you.” Kevin pushed up and slid off to the side. He trailed kisses all over Fen’s chest, sucked on his nipples, touched his thighs and his hips with gentle fingertips. “I want to make you feel just as good as you make me feel.”

  Fen expected his first time to be a little awkward, even though Kevin seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He remembered his first time with a girl and how dorky and clumsy he felt. Looking back, he felt a bit bad for her. She didn’t have someone like Kevin, who knew how to get Fen hot with a single touch and a tiny brush of a kiss.

  “I love your little trail of fuzz here.” He ran his fingertips down and back up, all along the red-gold trail that led to a cock growing more and more desperate for attention.

  “Kevin…. Please?”

  Kevin laughed. “It hasn’t even been two minutes. Nobody’s ever touched you like this before? Just to touch, not as a quick pit stop to somewhere else?”

  No. They hadn’t. He’d never done anything like this, just laid himself out in the pale light sneaking through his blinds and let someone look and touch to their heart’s content.

  Fen shook his head.

  “Shame. You’re so pretty. I’ve never seen skin this pale.” He leaned over and licked along Fen’s hipbones. Kevin had to know how much he liked that. He kept doing it. It drove Fen insane. He bucked his hips up and fisted at the sheets with one hand. The other went for Kevin’s hair, but Kevin pulled back, laughing. “Stop it. I said I wanted to take my time. You don’t get to be impatient today.”

  And so it began. Ages, hours, years of touches and kisses and shiny wet trails made with Kevin’s tongue. The touches were mixed with praise, little things like “I love how the light hits your hair here, it glows all gold like pirate treasure” and “your belly is so adorable. I want to kiss it forever.” Fen had never looked much at his body. He was pale and freckly and he’d never been as toned as Rory or Ben or even Jeremy. But the way Kevin talked and touched and kissed made him feel sexy. Maybe for the first time ever.

  “Your eyes are so blue,” Kevin murmured. He touched Fen’s eyelashes with a gentle fingertip. “Pretty.”

  “Kevin. Kiss me please.”

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nbsp; Kevin smiled. “Okay.”

  And he kissed Fen. Finally. His perfect plush lips drew Fen’s apart, and he sucked and tasted and nibbled and sank his tongue deep. Fen groaned and wound his fingers through Kevin’s hair. All the kisses, all the perfect, amazing kisses they’d had, and he’d never sunk so deep so quickly. It was like nothing else existed. Not his body, not the room, nothing but Kevin’s mouth and breath and tongue claiming his.

  “Fuck, I love kissing you.”

  “God. Me too.”

  He was hard and leaking. Desperate from all the touches and kisses. He arched his hips up and the wet tip of his cock brushed the smooth skin of Kevin’s belly.

  “I’m ready, Kev. I want this. I want you.”

  Kevin drew back. He looked at Fen, eyes soft and serious. The sunlight lit the edges of his hair and burnished his golden skin. He touched Fen again, soft, seeking fingers almost shy.

  “I just want it to be perfect. That’s all.”

  “It already is.” Fen leaned over and pulled supplies from where they’d been keeping them in his nightstand. He dropped the condoms on the bedspread and pulled Kevin’s hand over to his. He put the lube in Kevin’s hand and curled his fingers around it. “I want you,” he repeated. “Now.”

  Kevin swallowed and then a smile spread on his face. “I want you too. More than I can even say.”

  Fen lay back on his pillows and spread his thighs. He couldn’t be more open, he couldn’t feel more open. It was unnerving and hot and scary and amazing all at once. Kevin drizzled a generous amount of lube on his fingers and dropped the bottle on the bedspread. He leaned over and kissed Fen, starting to trail his fingers up the inside of Fen’s thighs.

  It was a little weird, the cool, slippery touch, but he knew it from the other side. Knew how much Kevin loved it. He let his thighs fall further apart.

  “Fuck,” Kevin swore softly. “I can’t believe….”

  Then he dove in for a kiss and slowly sank one finger inside.

  It was weird and stretchy and maybe not quite full, but not normal either. Fen didn’t know how he felt. Kevin distracted him with kisses to his neck and his lips as he worked him open. It started to feel better. Good, even.