Chapter Thirteen
At six o’clock on Thursday evening, Kyle was at Eric’s front door with a backpack and a serious appetite for both food and sex.
Eric opened the door looking absurdly gorgeous. His white dress shirt was open at the collar and had the sleeves rolled up, and suddenly Kyle couldn’t care less about food.
“Hey,” Eric said, stepping aside to let Kyle in. “Thanks for coming.”
“I was probably going to be watching Guy’s Grocery Games or something, so I appreciate the invitation.” He kissed Eric’s cheek as he walked past him into the house.
Eric took his coat and gestured to the bag Kyle was holding. “What did
you bring this time?”
“Ingredients for another mocktail.”
Eric smiled warmly, as if he was immensely touched by this. “That’s very thoughtful. I do have some wine, if you’d—”
“Nope. I’m good.” No way was Kyle going to be even slightly tipsy tonight if things turned to Eric trusting Kyle to take him to bed.
“I hope you don’t mind vegetarian food,” Eric said as they went up the stairs to the kitchen.
“Of course not.” Kyle also didn’t mind this view of Eric’s ass and thighs as he followed him up the stairs. Even covered in denim, his thighs looked like they could crush cars.
“I’m not a chef by any stretch, but I can make a few things. Do you like
eggs?”
“Love them.”
“Good. I made shakshuka. It’s—”
“Eggs cooked in a tomato sauce. I love that stuff!”
“Me too. I bought some good bread and I thought we could eat it at the island in the kitchen, since you need to eat it out of the skillet.”
Kyle loved this idea. It was fun and intimate. The perfect date meal.
Maybe Eric had more game than he let on.
He followed Eric to the kitchen. You couldn’t tell that anyone had been preparing food in there, except for the cast iron skillet full of bubbling
tomato sauce. Other than that, the room was immaculate. Eric went to the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs. Kyle decided to get to work on the
drinks.
“What are you making?” Eric asked.
“It’s going to be kind of a zero proof version of a mojito.” Kyle waved a
bunch of fresh mint in the air.
“I’ve never had a mojito.”
“Since you like soda and lime so much, I thought it might appeal to you.”
Kyle went to the cupboard and pulled out two tall glasses. “It’s lime and mint muddled with some syrup or sugar, and then topped with soda water.
Obviously there’s normally rum as well, but I made a spiced syrup to stand in for that missing flavor.”
“Impressive.” Eric cracked a fourth egg into the skillet. “You’ll have to teach me how to make some of these drinks.”
“You can help me make these, if you want.” Kyle began plucking leaves from a mint stem. “So you’ve really never been a drinker?”
“Never. Not even in college.”
“I know it’s none of my business, but is there a reason?”
“I like control.” Eric picked up a stem and joined Kyle in removing the leaves. “I need to be in charge of my mind and body. And I like to keep my body as clean as possible.”
“You’ve never felt the urge to cut loose? Relax that control?”
“Not often. But when I do, there are...other ways to do that.”
Kyle tore a leaf in half, his fingers suddenly clumsy. “I might know a couple of ways.”
Eric gazed at him with dark, smoldering eyes. Kyle held his gaze, letting him know that he was comfortable discussing this. Or, hell, just doing it, shakshuka be damned.
Eric went to check on the eggs. “Another couple of minutes and they’ll
be perfect, I think.”
“Come help me muddle.”
Kyle showed Eric how to gently mash the mint leaves into the bottom of the glasses with a muddler Kyle had brought along. He explained how he’d made the syrup, and the importance of flavor balance in a cocktail. Eric was a keen student, listening closely and asking questions. When they were done, there were two tall glasses of non-alcoholic mojitos that were worthy of Instagram.
“You should be a bartender,” Eric joked.
“I wish I could make stuff like this at work.” Kyle sighed. “Someday.”
“Someday?”
Kyle could guess how Eric, with his Harvard degree and impressive NHL career, might react to this. “I think it’s what I want to do. Bartending.
Hospitality. Maybe have my own bar someday.”
Eric’s brow furrowed. “What about your studies? I thought you might want to be a professor. Or maybe work for a museum.”
Sorry to disappoint you, buddy. “I like what I’m studying, but I think my real passion is taking care of people. Making sure they’re having a good time. I think providing an inviting space where people can relax and have fun is an important service.” Good god, Kyle was overselling the hell out of this. It was uncomfortably similar to conversations he’d had with his parents. He waited for Eric’s admonishment.
“You’re good at it,” Eric said. “I think you’d be great at running a bar or restaurant.”
Kyle was so thrown by the Eric’s encouraging words that for a moment he just stared at him, stunned. Then he finally nodded and said, “Thanks.
It’s just a dream for now.”
“Dreams are important.” Eric brought the skillet over and set it on a folded towel in the middle of the island. “I wouldn’t be in the NHL without dreams.”
Kyle wasn’t sure why Eric’s kind words were so jarring. His friends said encouraging things to him all the time. Was it because Eric was older? Or maybe because he was one of the most impressive people Kyle had ever met? Or was there another reason that Kyle was so thrilled by his approval?
Kyle spotted the bread in a paper bag and grabbed it. “God, this all looks amazing.” He sat in one of the stools opposite where Eric was standing.
“This bread smells incredible.”
“Bread is my weakness,” Eric said sheepishly. “I’ve tried to give it up,
but...”
“You’ve got to have some fun.”
“Yeah. I can’t quit bread.”
Kyle lifted his glass. “To bread.”
Eric smiled and clinked his own glass against Kyle’s. “To bread.” He took a sip, and smiled. “This is delicious.”
“Refreshing, right?”
“Very. We just need a beach instead of Manhattan in December.” Eric stayed on the other side of the island, standing with one elbow resting on the countertop. They ate the first few bites in silence, ripping chunks off the loaf of bread and dragging them through the rich tomato sauce.
“This is a good move, by the way,” Kyle said. “The shakshuka. It would be a smart thing to serve if you have a real date over. I’m totally charmed by this.”
For a moment, Eric looked confused. Then he smiled in a way that didn’t look entirely natural and said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
They hadn’t even made it through dinner and Eric already felt vulnerable and stupid. Of course he knew that Kyle wasn’t his boyfriend or anything, but the reminder that this wasn’t a real date still felt like a slap shot to the stomach.
He needed to get over himself. Kyle was here to help, not fall in love.
“I’ve been considering the best way to approach this,” Eric said. It sounded like he was conducting a job interview. He tried again. “I mean...
I’ve been thinking about what we might do. Tonight.”
Kyle’s blue eyes sparkled. Eric was glad he’d worn his glasses tonight.
They made him seem...softer. “Oh yeah? What have you been thinking about?”
Eric pushed a chunk of bread around the skillet, trying to gather courage.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for, um, penetration.”
He glanced up to find Kyle shrugging easily. “Fine with me. I have about a million ideas for things we could do that don’t involve anal. I assume
that’s what you mean.”
“Yeah. That.”
Kyle walked around the island until he was standing beside Eric. “We can do whatever you’re comfortable with. Even if that’s me thanking you for a lovely meal and saying goodnight.”
“You came over here for more than that.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Kyle grabbed his hand. “Lesson one, Eric: you are never under any obligation to do anything. If you invite someone over for sex and then change your mind, you can do that. Always.”
Eric stared at their joined hands, fascinated by the long, slender fingers that tangled with his own meatier ones. “Seems rude, though.”
“Again, that doesn’t matter. You are never obligated. Although, if someone gets you off and they aren’t a complete fucking jerk, it is considered bad manners to leave them hanging. But it’s still your choice.
And if they are a complete fucking jerk, then let them walk out of here with aching balls, I say.”
“Noted.” Kyle was so close, and all Eric could think about was kissing him. “But if they aren’t a complete jerk, and if I’m still...interested?”
“Then,” Kyle said huskily, “you should let them know. Just so they’re sure.”
Finally Eric gathered up his courage and asked, “Can I kiss you?”
Kyle tilted his chin up. “Please.”
He stayed perfectly still, letting Eric come to him. A jolt shot through Eric when their lips met—excitement mingled with relief that he finally had what he’d been obsessing over for days. Kyle’s lips were so soft and warm, and he was kissing him back so sweetly, not pushing. When Eric opened his mouth, and their tongues brushed against each other, he tasted the spices from the tomato sauce, and the mint from the mojitos.
Kyle tangled his fingers into Eric’s hair, tugging gently, and why was that so fucking hot? When Eric groaned into his mouth, Kyle took control of the kiss, walking Eric backward until he bumped up against the refrigerator.
That small change—the sudden feeling of being trapped between the stainless steel and Kyle’s firm, warm body—flipped a switch inside him. He had a very rare lapse of control, kissing Kyle wildly, desperately trying to pull him even closer. When had he last been this turned on? Had he ever been?
“Let’s go upstairs,” Kyle murmured against his lips.
As turned on as he was, Eric still couldn’t help glancing around the kitchen. He knew he’d get teased for this, but he had to say it. “Okay. But first, do you mind if I clean up?”
Kyle stepped back, grinning. “It would kill you to leave this mess here, wouldn’t it?”
Eric picked up the skillet and stepped around him. “I wouldn’t be able to focus. No joke.”
“I believe you.” There was no judgment in Kyle’s tone. He just went to the island and gathered their dirty dishes. It only took about ten minutes,
with the two of them working together, and the shift in activities gave Eric a chance to cool off a bit. He needed to approach this thing with a clearer head otherwise he was going to, a) jump Kyle like a horny teenager, and b) come immediately.
When they finished, Kyle looped his arms around Eric’s neck. “Now
then. Where were we?”
Eric chuckled. “That was cheesy.”
“It’s eager,” Kyle corrected. “I’ve been thinking about taking you apart
for days.”
Eric froze. “Have you really?”
“Of course,” Kyle said easily. “I have so many plans for you.”
God, he was stunning. So confident and sexy and, well, young. Eric couldn’t believe he was really in his arms. About to be in his bed. Even if it was just in the interest of being a helpful friend. He kissed him again, because he could do that, for now.
“Let’s go,” Eric murmured, hoping his desire masked his nerves. He led Kyle up the two flights of stairs to the master bedroom, taking deep, calming breaths as he tried to slow his racing heart.
“Wow. This is...wow,” Kyle said when they reached the top of the stairs.
The bedroom and en suite bathroom took up the entire top floor of the house. Eric loved this room, with its large windows and exposed brick wall.
One of his favorite paintings hung on the wall opposite the bed—a large abstract oceanscape he found both calming and overwhelming. The floors and the sturdy frame and headboard of his king-size bed were made from reclaimed wood. It was a very peaceful space, and one that, right now, with the dramatic lighting he had set earlier and the beautiful man standing in the middle of the floor, he could also describe as sexy.
Kyle sat on the end of the bed, still gazing around the room. “So what’s on the menu?” he asked. “I want to ask now before we start making out again. What do you want to do tonight?”
“I...” Eric should have an answer ready for this question, but he was coming up blank. He thought about Kyle’s mouth and how it felt against his own. How it would feel other places. And also how it would feel to be on his knees for Kyle, using his mouth to earn words of praise and moans of pleasure. “I’d like to try...oral.”
Kyle crossed his arms and grinned. “You want to suck my cock, Eric?”
His tone was playful and seductive at the same time, and, god, those words.
Eric’s erection had flagged a bit when they’d journeyed upstairs, but now he shifted his stance so his arousal wasn’t quite so obvious.
“I can’t promise to be great at it,” he said honestly. “But I’d like to try.”
Kyle slid off the bed, chewing his lip as he walked toward him. “I don’t mind being your test subject.” His gaze darted to the obvious bulge that had formed in Eric’s pants. “I also wouldn’t mind giving you a demonstration
first.”
“Oh—”
Kyle crushed their mouths together, kissing Eric fervently. Eric’s brain was sluggish with lust—a sensation he wasn’t used to—but he did his best to keep up with the kiss. He wanted Kyle to take charge and do whatever he liked, but he didn’t know how to ask. He didn’t want to ask. For once in his life, Eric didn’t want to be the one in control.
Kyle dropped his hand to Eric’s crotch and began caressing his rigid cock through his pants. “Nice,” Kyle murmured appreciatively. He kissed Eric’s jaw, and then nipped his earlobe. Eric’s head tipped back and he let out a completely involuntary moan. “You’re so hard for me already. Been too long, hasn’t it, baby?”
The pet name should have sounded weird—they barely knew each other —but Eric found it thrilling. “Too long,” he agreed breathlessly.
“We’ll fix that,” Kyle promised. “I’m going to wring you out tonight.”
God, that sounded wonderful. Eric kissed him again, which he hoped showed his approval of Kyle’s plans. He stilled, his whole body buzzing with anticipation, as Kyle unfastened Eric’s pants and slipped his hand inside. His fingers wrapped around Eric’s cock, making Eric whimper into Kyle’s mouth. He knew he’d wanted this, but now that he had this beautiful man’s hand wrapped around him, and his slick tongue stroking his own, Eric didn’t know how he’d ever lived without it.
Kyle’s grip was loose, his fingertips lightly brushing against Eric’s shaft.
Eric thrust his hips a couple of times, needing more. Kyle laughed and took his hand away. “You’re desperate for it. Why don’t you get undressed and meet me on the bed?”
Eric had never gotten his clothes off faster. He’d been naked in front of other men so many times in his life that he wasn’t a bit bashful about being on full display now. He gazed at Kyle, wanting his reaction. Wanting his approval.
“Jesus.” Kyle sounded horrified. It wasn’t encouraging. But then Kyle lightly touched Eric’s chest, over a bruise that had formed after Eric had taken a slap shot there during the game in Toronto.
“It’s nothing,” Eric said, not wanting any distractions.
“There are so many,” Kyle said quietly. He trailed his fingers over to another bruise. And another one.
“Part of the job. I barely feel them anymore.”
Then Kyle was tracing the lines of his surgery scars on his shoulder. “I’ll bet you felt this one.”
“Just some repairs. Everything is in working order now.”
Kyle kissed the scar tissue, which was shockingly sensual, and made Eric’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth go slack. Kyle’s lips lingered, gently tracing the thin line of the scar while Eric struggled to breathe. It was just a scar—it didn’t even have an interesting story—but what Kyle was doing felt so intimate and adoring that Eric lost himself in it.
Then, Kyle’s lips were gone, and when Eric opened his eyes he saw that he had stepped back to pull his own T-shirt off. Kyle’s body wasn’t bruised and blemished, it was exactly as Eric had remembered it from seeing him half undressed in his guest bedroom: perfect. His flat stomach and toned pecs with that trail of hair Eric hadn’t been able to stop thinking about were on full display, and this time Eric could admire as much as he liked.
He sat on the end of the bed and watched as Kyle opened his jeans and slid them down over his slim hips. He looked like a model as he stood in front of Eric in nothing but his royal-blue boxer briefs.
A model with a very obvious erection straining the fabric of his underwear.
Kyle stood between Eric’s legs and tipped his chin up. “Take them off,” he instructed.
In the hockey world, Eric was known for his steady hands, and for generally remaining calm in the face of pressure. But he couldn’t stop his hands from trembling a bit as he reached for Kyle now. He placed his palms on Kyle’s waist and slid them down over his warm, smooth skin, to the waistband of his briefs. He glanced up, and Kyle nodded his approval, so Eric hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged the briefs down an inch or so. Then he paused and leaned in so he could press his lips to Kyle’s stomach. He kissed across his abdomen and then down to where the trail of dark blond hair started.
“That’s good,” Kyle murmured. “Take your time.”
Eric flicked his gaze back up and found Kyle watching him intently.
“You’re beautiful,” Eric said, because he’d never told Kyle that before and he thought he should know. He kissed his bellybutton.
Kyle combed his fingers through Eric’s hair. “Thank you.”
Eric pulled the briefs down until the tip of Kyle’s cock was visible. He pinned it there, against Kyle’s belly, with the waistband. For a few seconds he just stared at it, mesmerized. He was really about to touch another man’s cock.
“Having second thoughts?” Kyle asked. His tone was playful, but Eric suspected he was concerned.
“No,” Eric said. He met Kyle’s eyes. “I just can’t believe how lucky I am.”
They both smiled, and then Eric pulled Kyle’s underwear down over his thighs and let it fall to the floor. Kyle’s cock bobbed in front of his face, long and narrow with a distinct curve upward, like a ski jump. It was perfect, but Eric wasn’t exactly sure what to do with it.
“Anything you want, gorgeous,” Kyle said, likely noticing the uncertainty on Eric’s face.
Heat crept up the back of Eric’s neck. “Could you...tell me what to do? I like it when, um...”
Kyle’s smile was wicked. “You want me to be in charge?”
Eric nodded.
“We can play that way. I’ll even go easy on you. Why don’t you put your hands on my thighs and go back to kissing my stomach? I liked that.”
Eric placed his palms above Kyle’s knees and stroked, slowly, up toward his hips. He relished the feeling of soft hair and muscular flesh beneath his hands, and the firmness of Kyle’s belly against his lips.
“Fuck, I love how your beard feels against my skin,” Kyle said, so Eric rubbed his cheek against his stomach, and then down toward the base of his cock. He could feel Kyle’s abs flexing in response. Eric kept rubbing his palms up and down, and his thumbs stretched out to press into the crease of Kyle’s thighs.
“Play with my balls,” Kyle instructed. “However you want. I fucking love that.”
There was something about being told what to do that made all of this easier. Eric carefully cupped Kyle’s balls in one hand, rubbing a thumb over
the tight, wrinkled skin that, he noticed, seemed to be meticulously waxed or shaved or something. Should Eric be waxing his own balls? It wasn’t something he had considered doing before.
“That’s perfect,” Kyle said as Eric gently rolled and tugged at his heavy sac. “Love having my balls played with. I could spend hours fondling and sucking your balls, never even touch your cock. You’d love it.”
It sounded like torture, but it also sounded extremely hot. Kyle had to be exaggerating about taking hours, though, right? “I think I’d like that,” Eric
said.
“I’d make sure you did.”
The head of Kyle’s cock was still bobbing close to Eric’s lips. Eric’s gaze was locked on the slit, and without meaning to, he licked his lips.
Kyle noticed. “Go ahead, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”
Eric parted his lips and leaned in. He kissed the tip, letting his tongue flick against the smooth, hot skin. When he heard Kyle’s sharp intake of breath, he continued kissing around the head, and then down the underside of his shaft. He opened his mouth wider as he went, using more tongue, and Kyle moaned his approval.
Eric kissed his way back up to the tip, then wrapped his lips around the head and silently prayed to anyone who was listening that he wasn’t about to give Kyle the worst blowjob in history.
He closed his eyes, trying to shut off the very loud part of his brain that insisted he be perfect at anything he attempted. He’d wanted this for so long, and now he was here with this wonderful, patient young man. He wouldn’t ruin it by second-guessing himself. He would just feel his way through it.
He slid his lips down as far as he could, brushing his tongue over the velvety skin of Kyle’s shaft and moaning at the relief of finally knowing what it felt like to take a man into his mouth.
“That’s good, baby,” Kyle said. He gently brushed Eric’s hair with his fingers. “I know I don’t have a beginner’s cock. It’s got a wicked curve to it.”
Eric loved the curve in Kyle’s cock. As silly as it would probably sound to say, he thought that it suited him. Everything else about Kyle had been a delightful surprise; why not his cock?
Kyle’s encouraging words helped Eric relax, and he began to do whatever felt right, licking and sucking the shaft and head, and flicking his
tongue over the slit. Then he remembered Kyle’s favorite thing, and brought a hand up to play with Kyle’s balls again. Kyle groaned and jerked his hips, thrusting once into Eric’s mouth before stilling.
“Sorry,” Kyle said hoarsely. “Didn’t mean to.”
Eric really liked the idea of Kyle thrusting into his mouth, but maybe not tonight. First, Eric needed to practice taking him—or someone, anyway— deeper. Tonight he would enjoy the sensation of having his mouth filled with warm, hard flesh, and the weight of Kyle’s full balls in his hands. The first taste of tangy precum touched Eric’s tongue and he lapped at the slit, wanting more.
“So sweet,” Kyle panted. “You’re so fucking eager. I love it. God, you’re a natural.”
There was no way this was a good blowjob, as much as Eric was enjoying it, but he still appreciated the praise. He kept going, his efforts earning him more salty drops of precum, which he lapped up greedily. He wondered if he’d be able to tell when Kyle was close. He wanted to try to swallow Kyle’s release, but wasn’t sure if he’d be able to.
Suddenly, Kyle was stepping back, and Eric nearly fell off the bed trying to chase him. Trying to get his lips back around him.
“That’s enough, gorgeous.” Kyle was half panting and half laughing. Eric must have looked ridiculous, naked and stretching forward for Kyle’s cock like a baby bird. “Don’t want to come yet. Why don’t you get yourself comfortable?”
Eric took that as an invitation to lie back on the bed, so he did. He piled pillows behind his head and stretched out on top of the duvet. He was, he realized, in the exact position he had always arranged Kyle in his fantasies: naked, sprawled on his back with his legs apart, his cock hard and flat against his stomach.
“Jesus, look at you.” Kyle grinned, then moved onto the bed until he was kneeling between Eric’s calves. “Better than I even imagined.”
“You imagined?”
“Fuck yeah. Don’t pretend you haven’t been thinking about me.”
Eric’s heart raced with embarrassment and excitement. “I thought about you. Imagined you when—” He cut himself off, embarrassment winning the
battle inside him.
“When you were jerking off?”
Eric nodded.
“That’s hot. What did you imagine?”
Eric closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at Kyle and say this at the same time. “You telling me how to...please you.” He swallowed. “Commanding
me.”
Kyle sucked in a breath. “Fuck, Eric.”
Eric opened his eyes and found Kyle gripping the base of his own cock with an awestruck expression on his face.
“You’re something else,” Kyle said. “This is going to be even funner than I thought. How about you stroke that beautiful, thick cock of yours for me?
Show me what you did when you thought of me.”
Exhibitionism was way out of Eric’s usual comfort zone, but he didn’t hesitate a second to comply with Kyle’s command. His hand wrapped around his cock and gave it his usual firm, quick strokes. With Kyle watching, and the visual of Kyle’s naked body combined with the lingering taste of his precum in Eric’s mouth, Eric was close to coming in only a few tugs. He grunted and lifted his hips off the bed, bringing his other hand close to catch the impending mess.
“Stop,” Kyle said sternly. Eric did. He breathed through the shock to his system that came from the sudden loss of sensation. He’d never just stopped before. It was...exhilarating. Like catching a slap shot in his glove: awful pain mingled with a heady rush of power.
“You were about to come, weren’t you?” Kyle leaned down, stretching himself over Eric’s body, and kissed his mouth. “That’s incredible. Why the
hurry?”
“It’s...it’s how I always do it.”
Kyle seemed to consider this. “Hard? Fast? Punishing?”
“Efficient,” Eric corrected. “Not punishing, just...not leisurely.”
“Well,” Kyle said, kissing his chin, and then his neck, and then his right shoulder, “let’s try another way.”
He sat back on his heels, returning to his place between Eric’s widespread legs. “Start again,” he instructed. “Slowly, this time.”
Any embarrassment Eric had felt at performing for Kyle was pushed out by an overwhelming desire to follow his instructions. When he took his cock in hand, he didn’t hold back his moan of pleasure at the contact. He knew Kyle wanted to hear it, and Eric was determined to give Kyle whatever he wanted.
“That’s right,” Kyle said huskily, watching as Eric moved his hand slowly over his shaft. “Nice and easy.”
Warmth bloomed in Eric’s stomach at Kyle’s praise. He dragged a hand lazily over his own chest, rubbing lightly at skin that felt as raw and sensitive as his cock. Like every inch of him was an erogenous zone, like Kyle could touch him anywhere and he would come instantly.
But that wasn’t what Kyle wanted, so Eric kept up the achingly slow strokes on his cock, as he brushed his fingers over his torso. He was desperate for more. He wanted to go faster, harder. He wanted Kyle’s hand or his mouth. He wanted Kyle to tell him he could come.
“See how good that is?” Kyle said.
Eric nodded thickly, not even sure if it was good or if it was torture.
“You want more, baby?”
Eric nodded again, more certain of that one. “Please.”
Kyle leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Eric’s chest. The contact was barely anything, but it made Eric’s back arch. Kyle laughed against his skin, then kissed down to Eric’s bellybutton, each graze of his lips making Eric squirm and gasp. Finally, he hovered his mouth above Eric’s straining cock.
Eric exhaled raggedly, commanding himself not to come the moment Kyle’s lips touched his dick.
If they ever were going to touch his dick. Kyle began kissing along the jut of Eric’s pelvic bone, then down the crease of his right thigh. When he reached the inside of Eric’s thigh, Kyle nuzzled Eric’s balls, parting his lips only to tickle them with warm puffs of breath. Eric wanted his tongue, his fingers, anything, but Kyle switched to the left side and began kissing back up to Eric’s stomach.
“Bend your knees,” Kyle ordered. “Feet flat on the bed. I want a good look at you.”
Eric assumed he meant he wanted a view of his...well. His asshole. Or at least the area it lived. He complied, trying not to be embarrassed about it.
“You can say no to anything I do or ask, okay?” Kyle said seriously.
“You can say stop. You can shut this whole thing down at any time. Do you
understand?”
“Yes?”
“Try it without the question mark. This is important.”
“Yes,” Eric said, more steadily this time. “I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable. With anything.”
“Good. I’m going to suck your cock now, and, if you don’t mind, I’d like to play with your hole a bit while I’m doing it. Would you like that?”
“I don’t know,” Eric said honestly. He’d liked it when he’d done it to himself, but would it be uncomfortable to have another person touch him there?
“I’ll go slow, and I’ll be gentle. And you can tell me to stop. Remember
that.”
“I will.”
“Okay.” Kyle grinned. “Then let’s have fun, gorgeous.”
He licked up Eric’s shaft, slow and hard, and Eric’s hips flew off the bed.
Holy fuck. It wasn’t like Eric had never been blown before, but it had been a damn long time. And Kyle really knew what he was doing. He suckled the head until Eric thought he might die, and then swallowed him down like pro.
“Wow,” he gasped. “That’s...wow.” He was pretty sure the head of his cock was in Kyle’s throat, which was an overwhelming and excellent sensation.
Kyle pulled off. “Just getting started, champ. Relax and let me give you your reward for that win in Toronto.”
Those words ignited something in Eric. He liked the idea of being rewarded for his accomplishments. He liked feeling like he had earned this pleasure.
He propped himself on his elbows so he could watch Kyle take him deep again. Kyle glanced up at him through his lashes, his lips stretched wide around Eric’s cock, and if he could smirk right now, Eric was sure that he would. Kyle didn’t seem at all self-conscious about being watched; he seemed to enjoy it, actually, working Eric’s cock while moaning happily as if it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
Kyle’s fingers trailed over Eric’s balls, and then down to the sensitive skin below them. He pressed there, and the pressure sent a jolt through Eric.
Kyle chuckled around Eric’s cock and kept massaging him, rubbing slow, firm circles that felt incredible.
Eric tensed when Kyle touched a fingertip to his hole. It was a gentle touch, brushing the puckered skin, but it was so unusual and exciting that suddenly he was right on the edge of coming again.
He closed his eyes and breathed through the intense desire to come. He commanded himself not to, wanting more of Kyle’s mouth and his fingers.
He wasn’t ready for this to be over.
Mercifully, Kyle pulled off then, giving Eric a moment to retreat from the brink. Eric watched as Kyle sucked two of his own fingers into his mouth, soaking them in saliva, then grinning as he held them up for Eric to see.
Before Eric could react, Kyle was taking his cock into his mouth again. A second later, his slick fingers were pressing against Eric’s hole.
Distantly, Eric had the thought that he should have set a bottle of lube on his nightstand so Kyle could have easy access, but he didn’t want to interrupt what was happening now. Even without proper lube, the circles Kyle was tracing on Eric’s entrance were electric.
“Good?” Kyle asked, checking in.
“Yeah,” Eric said hoarsely. “Feels amazing.”
“This?” Kyle asked, pressing slightly at his hole. Eric gasped, shocked at how good that felt. He had told Kyle he wasn’t ready for penetration, but suddenly he was desperate for something.
“Do that again,” he panted. “Please.”
Kyle grinned knowingly as he pushed again, slightly harder this time.
Eric’s groan was so loud he instinctively covered his mouth with his arm.
“Uh uh,” Kyle said, wrapping a hand firmly around Eric’s wrist and pulling his arm away. He held it in the air above Eric’s head, which was an entirely new intense sensation. “Don’t hide those beautiful noises from me.
I earned those.”
Eric’s mouth spread into a wide, probably goofy smile as he gazed up at Kyle. One hand still held his wrist high in the air, and the other was rubbing careful fingers against his hole. In that moment, Eric felt perfectly happy and relaxed and he enjoyed the view of the beautiful man who was taking care of him. Kyle’s erection jutted out, dark and still shiny with Eric’s spit.
Without even realizing he was doing it, Eric reached for it, wrapping his free hand around the shaft and stroking it slowly and gently like he’d been instructed to do to his own cock before.
Kyle dropped his wrist, which felt like a loss until Kyle moved that hand to Eric’s cock. They locked eyes as they stroked each other, and Eric was shocked by how dark Kyle’s normally pale eyes were. His lips were red and swollen from sucking Eric’s cock, and his skin was flushed across his chest and up his neck. He looked absolutely stunning, like a fallen angel who was only on this planet to teach mortals how to fuck. The whimsical fantasy made Eric groan, which made Kyle smile wickedly.
He let go of Eric’s cock, and shifted down the bed, forcing Eric to release Kyle’s cock as well. He licked a stripe up Eric’s shaft, then said, “You want me to finish you like this?”
Every part of Eric screamed yes, even though he knew he’d be sorry when it was over. He nodded, then bravely said, “I want you to push inside me. A little.”
Kyle looked thrilled by this request. “I’ll go slow,” he promised. “Tell me
if you want me to stop.”
“Okay.”
Kyle took Eric’s cock in his mouth, and for a minute or so his fingers just continued their gentle circles around Eric’s entrance. The anticipation, mixed with the ecstasy of having his cock expertly sucked, sent him soaring. His toes curled and his fingers flexed against the blankets as he willed himself not to come before Kyle could press inside him.
Finally, he felt the thrilling pressure of Kyle’s fingertip breeching him.
He tried to relax, wanting to invite him in. Kyle kept working his cock with his talented mouth, but his gaze flitted up to Eric’s face, watching his reaction.
Eric couldn’t say anything. He could only grit his teeth, as the inevitability of his orgasm set in. He tried to fight it, but Kyle was bobbing his head and doing complicated things with his tongue in exactly the right spot, all while his finger created a perfect, burning pressure inside him, and Eric couldn’t stop his orgasm from triggering.
“I’m coming. Fuck, Kyle, I’m—”
He was cut off by the force of his climax, his release rocketing out of him while his mind went blissfully quiet. Every part of him was consumed by pure pleasure, and Kyle stayed right where he was, sucking and swallowing until Eric was drained.
When it was over, Eric dropped his head to the pillows, panting. “Sorry. I tried to last.”
Kyle was kissing the insides of Eric’s thighs. “You were perfect.” He slid his finger out of Eric’s ass, and Eric felt a surprising sensation of emptiness.
“That was...” Eric searched for words. “Incredible.”
“Mm.” Then Kyle sat up and walked on his knees until he was straddling Eric’s waist. He took his own cock in his hand and started stroking quickly.
“I’ll make sure it lasts next time. I want to edge you for ages, until you’re begging for release. You ever done that?”
“Done what?” Eric’s brain wasn’t functioning well after that orgasm, or with a front-row seat to Kyle jerking himself off. Or with Kyle’s casual mention of next time.
“Edging. Seeing how long you can last. Bringing yourself right to the brink and then backing off. Over and over again.” His voice was strained as he described it. “I want to do that to you. Make you absolutely lose control.
I think you need that.”
“Yeah,” Eric said hoarsely. Suddenly he absolutely needed the thing that he’d barely heard of until now. He wanted Kyle to pull him apart like that.
Kyle reached behind himself and Eric realized he was probably playing with his own hole. Should Eric be offering to help here? Probably. But Kyle wasn’t telling him to and he looked so fucking hot doing this to himself that Eric couldn’t move. He was mesmerized, watching the blur of Kyle’s hand as it flew over his cock, and the beautiful blissed-out expression on his face.
His lips were slack and swollen, and his eyes were closed.
“Aw, fuck. I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah, do it,” Eric said, then added, boldly, “All over me. Come on.”
Kyle opened his eyes. “Fuck. Fuck.”
They both watched as his release jetted out of him, striping Eric’s chest.
Kyle’s face was gorgeous when he came, dreamy and flushed as sweet little whimpers of ecstasy tumbled out of him. Eric steadied him with firm hands on his hips, and for a moment they just stared at each other, wide-eyed and, for Eric’s part at least, thunderstruck by how strongly he wanted more of this man.
He pulled him down into a long, slow kiss that he hoped expressed gratitude more than the adoration he actually felt. When they broke apart, Kyle collapsed on the bed beside him and said, “I’ll clean that up. Just give
me a second.”
“No rush.”
Kyle laughed. “So this mess you don’t mind?”
Eric gazed down at the glistening, sticky streaks on his chest as Kyle’s beautiful moans from a moment ago echoed in his ears. “It doesn’t bother me at all, actually.”
They stayed like that for a while, beside each other, but not speaking or looking at each other. Eric was grappling with the enormity of this moment.
He knew that this sort of thing meant almost nothing to Kyle, but Eric had never had sex outside of a romantic relationship before, let alone with a
man. And his heart was screaming, absurdly, for him to wrap his arms around Kyle and never let him go. It was a lot to process.
Eventually, Kyle pulled himself up to a sitting position and patted Eric on the shoulder. “I’ll get a cloth. Is there one in the bathroom?”
“Yeah, there’s a shelf with some.”
“Okay.”
Eric stretched his arms out in a T-shape, and blew out a long breath. This was the same bed he’d woken up in. Did he feel different now? Was he ending his day a changed man?
Well, he had another man’s cum drying on his chest. That was different.
He started to laugh. Kyle emerged from the bathroom and paused when he heard Eric’s uncharacteristic giggling. “Uh oh. I broke you.”
“No.” Eric scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to compose himself.
“No. I’m just...overwhelmed.”
Kyle sat on the bed beside him. “Good or bad?”
“Good,” Eric said quickly. “Really good.”
“It seemed like you enjoyed yourself,” Kyle teased. Eric grinned lazily in response.
The cloth felt warm and soothing as Kyle washed away all traces of himself from Eric’s skin and chest hair. Again, it occurred to Eric that he should be helping, or just take the cloth and do it himself, but this was nice, and Kyle didn’t seem to mind.
“I love your chest hair,” Kyle said. He dragged the fingers of his free hand through the damp curls. “So fucking sexy.”
“Thanks.” Eric grabbed his hand and tangled their fingers together. He kissed the top of Kyle’s hand, then pulled him on top of him so he could kiss him again. It was another slow and lazy exploration, and Eric thought it might be even better than their urgent, hungry kisses. He would happily kiss Kyle like this forever, especially if he kept making those happy little sighs.
Kyle stacked his fists on Eric’s sternum, then rested his chin playfully on top. “So. Sex with men: what’s the verdict?”
A million thoughts flew through Eric’s brain, but all he managed to say was, “I liked it.”
Kyle’s eyes went wide, then he rolled off of Eric. “Wow,” he said flatly.
“Wow.”
Eric laughed and tried to grab him, but Kyle scooted away. “I loved it,”
Eric clarified. “That was great.”
“Too late. You just described sex with me the same way people describe a new flavor of M&M’s.”
“Kyle.” Eric rolled to his side and shuffled over until he was gazing down at Kyle. “That was incredible. Life changing. I never lived until
today.”
Kyle’s eyes narrowed. “It’s a start.”
Eric kissed his forehead and then rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He went to the bathroom, feeling giddy.
“Ooh. I haven’t gotten a good look at your ass yet,” Kyle called from the bed. “Holy hell, dude.”
Eric wiggled it a bit, which earned him a whistle. He knew he had a great ass. It was one of many things that he was in danger of losing once he retired.
When Eric returned from the bathroom, Kyle was already dressed.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah. I thought... I mean, it’s still pretty early. I can go home.”
Eric tried not to let his disappointment show. “Sure. That makes sense.”
“Although I’m sure I would sleep like a log in that bed. Or your guest bed again,” Kyle added quickly. “I’m not going to assume that—”
Eric grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from his dresser. “If you stayed the night, you’d be welcome to share my bed. Or sleep in the guest room.
Your choice.”
“Maybe next time.”
Eric froze for a second, then resumed stepping into his briefs. Kyle had mentioned a next time before, but that had been when he was on the brink of orgasm. Did he really want to do this again? Did he actually want to do that edging thing?
“Next time?” Eric asked, hoping his tone didn’t betray how eager he was.
“If you want. I mean, I know your mind is blown right now, but we barely scratched the surface tonight. I have much to teach you.”
Eric huffed. “Okay, professor. Maybe we can schedule something next week.”
“Sounds hot. I’ll send you an appointment reminder.”
Eric pulled on some sweatpants. “Or you can be a brat about it.”
Kyle crossed the room and wrapped his arms around Eric’s waist. “I just remembered I’m busy for the next six years.”
“That’s too bad. I’ll probably be dead after that.”
Kyle kissed him. “You’ll be even sexier in six years, I’ll bet.”
Eric walked Kyle down to the front door and got him his jacket. Kyle fished his phone out of the pocket and laughed. “Kip’s inviting me to your Saturday afternoon game.”
Eric loved the idea of Kyle watching him play. He wanted to show off for him. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”
“I want to see how flexible you are.” Kyle waggled his eyebrows, which made Eric laugh.
“Thank you,” Eric said awkwardly before opening the door. “This really was...well, it was more than I’d ever hoped for. It was perfect. Thanks.”
Kyle’s eyes were soft. “I had fun. Keep in touch, all right?”
“I will.”
“And,” Kyle added cheerfully. “I’ll keep an eye out for any potential suitors for you.”
That threw Eric for a moment, which was silly because he knew Kyle wasn’t going to date him. He forced a smile. “Sounds good. I’ll wave to you at the game.”
“I’ll be the one in the I kissed Eric Bennett T-shirt.” Kyle winked at him, and then he was gone.