by Lina Langley
I don’t want to make Cyrus feel bad, so I break the kiss off. I’m about to look over my shoulder and apologize to him, but before I can, he’s kissing the nape of my neck. I groan as he threads his fingers into my hair again, moves my head back and keeps kissing me.
Montgomery is kissing me too, moving down the front of my neck, licking my Adam’s apple. He stops when he reaches the top of my shirt.
Montgomery breathes out on my skin. Cyrus has moved up to nibble my ear. Montgomery looks up at me, his eyes small, his cheeks red. “Are you sure you want to do this, choirboy?”
I have no idea. I have no idea what this even is. I’m lost in the moment, though. I’ve already gotten this far, it seems foolish to pull back at this point.
What was it that Cyrus said? Live a little?
I swallow and nod. Cyrus whispers into my ear, his voice low, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. “You need to use your words, babe.”
“Yes,” I say as he bites down hard on the top of my ear and Montgomery starts to undo the top buttons of my shirt. “Yes, yes, I’m sure I want to do this.”
They exchange a look. I can barely see it, but it seems like they’re telling each other that this is okay, and before I know it, there are hands all over me, opening my buttons, tearing my clothes off. Montgomery grabs me by the waist and practically stands me up as Cyrus keeps making out with me, our tongues wrestling against each other’s in my mouth.
There’s something about feeling four hands on me all at once. I’ve never had an experience like this and just the fact that I’m here, doing this, that’s almost enough to send me over the edge. Then Cyrus drops to his knees gracefully in front of me and my eyes widen as I realize what he’s doing.
Is he really going to take off my jeans and suck me in front of my roommate? It’s almost hard to believe, like I’m watching everything that’s happening through a muddy filter. My heart is beating fast and I feel like I’m going to explode. Montgomery stops biting my ear, whispering softly into it. “I wanted to fuck you,” he says. “But I think I’ll just suck you off.”
He lets go of my waist and walks around me. Cyrus looks up at him for just a second as Montgomery drops to his knees next to him. Cyrus grabs Montgomery’s face and kisses him on the mouth, inches away from my incredibly hard cock. I feel like I’m going to come on their faces just from watching this happen, the way they’re kissing each other, so hungrily, with so much fucking abandon. As if kissing like this on their knees in front of me like this was normal.
Then Montgomery pulls away from Cyrus, looks up at me and bites his lower lips. His light eyes shimmer under the electric light in the living room. “We can stop,” he says. I know he means it, but it sounds like he’s teasing me, and I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want them to stop.
I swallow, my throat dry as I shake my head. “What do you want us to do?” Cyrus says, his voice quiet, gruff.
They’re clearly not going to move until I instruct them to do something, but my throat feels like it’s closing, and I think I’m on the verge of begging when I speak again. I close my eyes. “I want you to… fuck, I want you to suck me off,” I say, so quietly I feel like I can barely hear myself.
I open my eyes when they don’t do anything. They’re staring at each other, an evil glint in their eyes.
Montgomery looks up at me, then down at my crotch. “Which one?”
“Uh, both,” I reply. “Both, uh, both of you.”
They stop looking at each other and inch closer to me. I can feel their breath on my cock through the fabric of my boxers, and then one of them yanks them down, I’m not sure which one of it is, but it’s not like that’s helping me at all because soon I can feel their tongues on me, and they’re both really good at this, and they’re doing it together and then stopping to kiss and then doing it again, and I’m so fucking close to coming that when one of them wraps their lips around my cock again I’m almost certain I’m going to faint because this is too much.
I want to warn them that I’m going to come but I don’t think I do, because I don’t think it’s possible for me to speak right now. My orgasm builds from the core of my body to the rest of me, to the tips of my fingers and the bottom of my toes, tiny bursts of electricity exploding all over my body.
Once I’m done, I feel like I’m going to faint. There’s no way I can remain standing after what has just happened. They seem to read my mind, though, because they both stand up at the same time and look at each other. I haven’t even gotten dressed when Montgomery smiles at Cyrus. “So, do you need sheets and stuff? I think I got extra pillows in my closet.”
Cyrus smiles back at him. “Sure,” he says. “That sounds great.”
CONTINUE
I appreciate what Montgomery is doing. My cock appreciates too, because I’m hard as fuck, but I know better than to think with my dick. At least I do in this instance. I would much rather spend the night with Cyrus than with Cyrus and Montgomery.
I shake my head. “Sorry, Montgomery,” I say, grabbing Cyrus’ hand. “Nothing personal. You were right. We should have been hooking up all along.”
There is a darkness in Montgomery’s eyes for a second and then he nods, flashing me a little smile. I don’t really know what it means, because it doesn’t quite seem to reach his eyes, but then he shrugs and starts walking toward his bedroom. When he gets there, he slams the door.
I furrow my brow. “I don’t get it,” I say, standing up. I’m thinking about following him. “What did I do to upset him?”
Cyrus stands up next to me, his hand warm against mine. “Thank you,” he says. “You don’t know how much what you just did means to me.”
I blink. I have no idea what he’s talking about, but before I can process it, he kisses me on the mouth again. I think about Montgomery for only a second as Cyrus kisses me passionately, his fingers in my hair again, pulling me away from him slightly. He’s kissing down my chin, down my neck, until he gets to the top of my shirt.
He stops to look up at me. “Alex, are you sure you want to do this?”
I look down at him. I am sure, I’ve never been more certain of anything else in my life. I nod. “Yes,” I say. “Let’s go to my room.”
He nods and straightens up. He grabs my hand and starts walking me toward my bedroom. We stop before we get there, when he pushes me against the door and kisses me deeply again, his body pressing into mine. We’re both wearing jeans, we’re both still wearing most of our clothes, but so far, this feels like the hottest moment of my life.
He kisses me again and the door creaks behind me as it opens. He never stops kissing me, not as I walk back toward the bed and as I sit down on the bed. Cyrus moves away from me for a second and then drops down to his knees in front of me.
He starts undoing my buttons quickly. He barely stops to take a break as he starts to take my jeans off, sliding them off me and revealing how hard I am for him. I could come just from the way that Cyrus looks right now, with his lips half-parted and covered in spit. He swallows as he looks into my eyes. “Did you know I’ve always wanted to do this?”
“You have?” I ask as he starts taking off my black boxers. He nods and then licks his lips when he looks at me, moving his face closer to my dick. It doesn’t take long for him to wrap his mouth around my cock, his eyes closing. His mouth is hot and warm and perfect, and he bobs his head up and down my hardened dick like a pro. My cock is throbbing as he moves his head up and down, his hand on my balls. I’m holding his head down softly with my hand—at least that’s what I think I’m doing—but I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge and then Cyrus stops and looks right at me, his brown eyes wide and beautiful.
I move his head away from my dick. “Wait.”
“What?”
“I’m going to blow my load in your mouth,” I say. “I want you to feel good, too.”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I already feed good.”
I swallow. “I don’t
mean like that,” I say. He stands up and kisses me on the mouth. He tastes like me mixed with coffee and honey. “I mean, I want to fuck you.”
He looks at me, his eyes glimmering and a smile playing on his lips. “You’re a top?”
“Fuck you,” I say.
He swallows, his eyes wide. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I reply, kissing him softly on the mouth, biting his lower lip. “Yes. I mean it.”
I grab him by the waist and press his body close to mine. He takes a heaving breath as I hold him up and then throw him down on the bed, as softly as I can. I’m not wearing anything below the waist, but I’m still wearing my shirt and Cyrus is wearing far too many clothes.
“Stay there,” I say as I start to undo the buttons of my shirt.
He smiles and bites his lower lip. “I wasn’t going to anywhere,” he says. “I was enjoying the show.”
“Good,” I say. I throw my shirt off and watch it fall somewhere. Then I get on the bed, one leg around each side of him, and I keep kissing him on the mouth. As far as I’m concerned, Cyrus and I could kiss forever and it would be amazing, but I need release. Just kissing him is making my dick throb.
“Can I fuck you now?”
He nods, his eyes closed. His breath is trembling when he speaks. “Yes,” he says quietly.
“Hey,” I say, rolling off him and grabbing his hand. “It’s okay. We can stop if you want to stop.”
He opens his eyes, setting his gaze on my face. “I don’t want to stop,” he says. “I’m just a little nervous.”
“Why?” I ask.
I watch his throat work as he swallows. “What if everything changes after this?”
“Nothing is going to—”
“No,” he says, his eyes watery. “I mean, the way you look at me.”
I smile at him and bite my lower lip. “You don’t have to worry about that,” I say. “Nothing is going to change. You’re beautiful and I just want you to feel good. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
He groans. When I put my lips on his forehead, I can feel how warm he is.
“I want you,” I say. “All of you.”
I grab the bottom of his shirt. He raises his arms so I can pull it off him. I kiss him on the mouth, then move down over his skin, which is warm under me. I stop for a second when I see the scars on his chest. I look up at him to find him staring. I kiss his chest, his scars, then move down to kiss his stomach. He’s breathing heavily, his stomach moving up and down as he takes sharp breaths.
I get to his jeans and start to unzip them. “Lube,” I say as I move his jeans down his legs, scratching his skin as I do it. “It’s in my nightstand.”
He passes it to me when I’m done with his jeans. Our gazes meet for a second and then he nods slightly. I smile at him. He looks so beautiful like this, so vulnerable, so very fuckable. I grab my hard dick, slather it with lube, and then look down at Cyrus again. “Are you ready?”
Cyrus looks at me. “Yes,” he says. He’s still on his back and now he’s lifting up the lower half of his body so that I have easier access to him.
“Do you want—”
He smirks at me. “You know I don’t have a prostate, right?”
I smile at him. “I just didn’t want to do anything you didn’t want to do.”
“I want to do this,” I say. I’ve been hesitating, so he extends his arm and grabs my cock, guiding me into him. I feel like I’m going to come the second I’m inside of him, and then he tilts his head back and groans loudly.
It takes me a second to get my bearings, because this is a lot, and I don’t know how much of it I can take. I lean down so I can kiss him as I thrust into him, his hips moving while I fuck him. We’re staring into each other’s eyes when I realize I’m not going to be able to last much longer, not while he looks like this, not while he feels like this.
He bites his lower lip and his gaze meets mine. “Are you going to come inside me?”
“If you want me to. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” he says. “It’s more than okay.”
“Cy—”
“I want you to.”
He’s quiet and I lean forward to kiss him on the mouth before I start moving faster, fucking him harder, and then I can feel the orgasm building up inside of me as he moans and screams, his body twisting under me, his skin flushing, his fingernails digging into my back and my name on his lips. I can feel the pleasure spreading from my core to the tips of my fingers, to the bottom of my toes. I can’t feel anything but electrical explosions through my body, my orgasm so intense that I don’t think I can hear or see anything else.
When I’m done, I roll off Cyrus. I notice that I’m panting. He grabs my hand, our fingers interlacing. I don’t look at him. My mind is racing, and I’m thinking about what I just did, what it means. I know I need to ask him, but a huge part of me is too scared to say anything.
“Alex,” he says. I swallow and turn to look at him. “Hey. Don’t be scared.”
I bite my lower lip. “It’s like you can read my mind.”
“If the musician thing doesn’t work out, psychic is next on the list,” he says.
I smile, but I have no idea how he can joke at a time like this. I take a deep breath. “Listen, Cy—”
“It’s okay,” he says. “You haven’t ruined anything.”
“What?”
“Psychic, remember? I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to tell me you hope you haven’t ruined our friendship and you’re going to tell me that you love me. Not in that way, you know. Then you’ll say things are complicated and I’ll agree with you, and we’ll stay here and cuddle, and then things will be awkward for a bit.”
“I…” I don’t know how to finish that sentence. I do know he’s not wrong, and something about that kills me.
“Then it’s going to be awkward for a few weeks,” he says. “And then one of us will move away, and we’ll meet up when we can for drinks, and at first, it’ll be every few months, then it’ll be every few years. But we’ll never talk about this night again.”
I blink, my eyes watering. “Is that what you want?”
He smiles. “Babe, it’s not about what I want,” he says. “What I want doesn’t matter right now.”
I shake my head. “I don’t understand,” I say. “Shouldn’t that be the only thing that matters?”
“All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of the field,” he says. “The grass withers and the flowers falls.”
My eyes widen as I recognize what he’s quoting. “Is that from the book of Peter?”
“Yes,” he says, the smile fading from his face.
“I thought you weren’t religious,” I say.
He bites his lower lip. “I’m not,” he replies. “I don’t care about the bible. I care about you.”
I swallow. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say that. He smiles at me. “Look, can we just skip this part? Can we go to sleep, and then tomorrow, just pretend everything is normal between us?”
“It is,” I say, holding him close. “Well, I don’t know if it’s normal…”
“Alex—”
“But it feels right,” I say. “And that’s what matters, right?”
He smiles at me. “Yes,” he says. “Of course that’s what matters.”
CONTINUE
I shake my head and tut. “You guys are both acting so weird,” I say. “Have you never heard of friendship, Montgomery?”
Montgomery cocks his head slightly, his lips parting. He doesn’t say anything. I grab Cyrus’ hand. “What we have is more than that,” I say. “If we wanted to take it further, we certainly wouldn’t do it on your prompting. Isn’t that right, Cy?”
When I turn to look at him, Cyrus’ eyes are wide. “Right,” he says. “That’s absolutely right.”
“Fine,” Montgomery says, shrugging his shoulders. “Well, you can’t blame me for trying. You guys seem like you’d be cute together.”
; With that, he stands up and starts walking away. I watch him until he opens his bedroom door and closes it, the lock clicking when he does. I sigh and slump back into the sofa. “Shit,” I say. “It’s been a hell of a night, huh?”
“Yeah,” Cyrus says. He sighs, too, and then leans his head on my shoulder. “Did we make you uncomfortable?”
I furrow my brow. “Did who make me uncomfortable?”
“Monty and I,” he says.
“No,” I reply. “You could never make me uncomfortable.”
“That’s such a lie,” he says, laughing quietly. We sit in silence for a few seconds until Cyrus speaks out again. “You know that he’s in love with you, right?”
“What? Don’t be ridiculous,” I say. “He can barely stand the sight of me.”
“Yeah, because it reminds him of what he can’t have,” Cyrus says. He moves away so that he can look right into my eyes. “Even you aren’t this clueless.”
“I’m not clueless,” I say quietly.
He rolls his eyes. “Okay, I stand corrected. You clearly are this clueless.”
“Look,” he says. “Monty has friends. He could have called anyone, right? But he didn’t. He decided that he was going to call you. You know, someone who he ‘hates’.”
He makes air quotes around the last word.
“Because he knows he can rely on me,” I say.
“Yeah, maybe,” he replies. “Or maybe, just maybe, he wanted to see you.”
I shake my head and push him away playfully. “Cy, you’re giving me far too much credit here,” I say. “People don’t just fall in love with me.”
He looks at me for a long, long second, then shrugs his shoulders. “Sure,” he says. “If you say so. But that guy? He’s totally in love with you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I say. “You’re making stuff up.”
“I am not making stuff up,” he replies. “I’m being serious.”
I shake my head. “Montgomery doesn’t like me like that,” I say. “I’m just his… we’re roommates, okay?”
“Okay,” Cyrus replies. “If you say so.”