Chapter Twenty
Eric was writhing on Kyle’s bed, out of his mind with lust. Kyle had brought him to the edge three times already without letting him come, and Eric wasn’t sure if he’d survive a fourth time.
“Please,” he begged. Begged. And he wasn’t even embarrassed about it.
Kyle grinned wickedly at him. Eric was completely naked and sprawled on his back. Kyle was looming over him, still fully dressed.
“Do you want to try something new?” Kyle asked.
“Is it you letting me come?”
Kyle laughed. “Eventually. One sec.” He disappeared over the edge of the mattress, and Eric heard the scrape of something against the floor under the bed. Kyle stood again, holding a shoebox. He set it on the bed and opened it, then pulled out a set of black, Velcro cuffs that were linked together with metal clips.
“Yes or no?” Kyle asked, holding the cuffs up.
The answer left Eric’s lips before he’d had a chance to think about it.
“Yes.”
“You trust me?” Kyle asked as he moved back onto the bed, straddling
Eric’s waist.
Again, no hesitation. “Yes.”
Kyle inhaled sharply. “Fuck, Eric.” He leaned down and kissed him, as slowly and commandingly as he’d been stroking Eric’s cock a few minutes ago. Eric moaned softly into his mouth, not able to decide if he wanted this perfect kiss to last forever, or if he wanted more.
Kyle made the decision for him, pulling away and lifting one of Eric’s wrists. That was when Eric realized he had subconsciously left his hands pinned to the mattress above his head during their kiss, already anticipating Kyle’s restraints.
One wrist was wrapped in a cuff, and then the other. Kyle left the cuffs separated for now, and asked Eric if they were too tight. Eric shook his head, bewildered that they were really doing this, but too turned on to worry about it.
Kyle positioned Eric’s hands on the pillow above his head, then used the hooks on the cuffs to bind them together. “I could attach these to my headboard,” he said, “but I don’t think I need to. Do I?”
“No.” No, Eric would keep his hands right where Kyle wanted them. He could do that for him. He was nothing if not disciplined.
“One more thing,” Kyle said. He went back to the shoebox and pulled out another piece of black fabric. It took Eric a moment to recognize it as a
blindfold.
“Yes or no?” Kyle asked again.
Eric was less sure about this one. His eyes—his vision—were so important to him. He made his living watching, paying attention, and reacting quickly. Having that taken away from him, even for a minute, was
terrifying. But also...thrilling.
“I want to try,” Eric said. “Yes.”
Kyle’s smile was warmer this time, less mischief in it and more affection.
“Tell me right away if you hate it. Promise?”
“I promise.”
Eric took a long, slow breath and closed his eyes as Kyle slipped the mask over his head and fiddled with the elastic strap.
“Okay,” Kyle said quietly. “How’s that?”
Eric opened his eyes and saw...nothing. Blackness. His first instinct was to rip it off his face or tell Kyle to. But he gave himself a moment to adjust.
“Talk to me,” he said.
“I’m right here,” Kyle said, then kissed Eric’s jaw. “Is it okay?”
Eric took another steadying breath. “I think so. It’s just...different.”
“Any time you want to stop, tell me. But you look absolutely stunning right now. Fuck. You should see yourself.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it. Ah!” Eric’s whole body jerked when Kyle captured one of his nipples with his teeth. The pain mixed with pleasure was so intense that he couldn’t believe it had only been his nipple.
His had never been particularly sensitive. He felt Kyle’s hot breath brushing the burning flesh he had just bitten, and Eric wondered if he was going to do it again. The anticipation made his heart race, and he clenched his bound hands into fists.
He felt the wet warmth of Kyle’s tongue as it lapped over the nipple, soothing it with gentle licks. Eric let out a long moan that was mixed with a sigh, melting into the mattress. Then Kyle bit him again, and Eric yelped.
“Good?” Kyle asked. He was struggling not to laugh, Eric could tell.
“It’s weird. Intense. I’ve never done anything like this.”
Kyle trailed featherlight fingertips across Eric’s chest and down his stomach, and Eric thought for sure if he looked he’d see glowing lines of electricity on his skin in their wake. His body had already been overloaded with sensation from Kyle’s edging efforts, and now he thought he might burst apart like a firework if Kyle touched his cock.
Then Kyle was gone. His weight was gone from Eric’s waist. His heat was gone. His fingers, his tongue. His breathing. Eric searched for him with his ears. “Kyle?”
No reply. And then Eric heard a zipper, and a soft rustling somewhere to the side of the bed. He turned his head to follow it, and then felt something
brush against his lips.
The head of Kyle’s cock.
Eric could smell the now-familiar musk of it as Kyle teased his lips with gentle nudges and swipes. Eric opened his mouth in invitation, turning on his side and quickly swiping his tongue over his dry lips. He wanted it.
Wanted to suck Kyle off blindly, with his hands trapped above his head. He wanted Kyle to feed it to him while Eric could only lay there and take it.
The spongy head of Kyle’s cock slid past his lips and Eric hummed happily around it. Kyle planted one of his hands on Eric’s head, fingers tangling into his hair as he adjusted Eric’s angle.
“God, you look so fucking sexy right now,” Kyle said huskily.
“Absolutely gorgeous, baby.”
Eric could only answer by sucking more of him into his mouth, straining his neck to reach. His fingers twitched with the need to touch him, but he obediently left them on the pillow.
“Fuck, this is better than I even pictured it. You love taking my dick like this, don’t you? Love having nothing to do but suck me.”
Eric moaned his agreement. He did love this. It should probably feel weird, or degrading, but it actually felt...peaceful. His brain was quiet.
There were no pressures, no team depending on him, no scary life-changing decisions to make. There was just Kyle, and the need to please him.
He still had limited experience when it came to cocksucking, but Eric had always been a quick study. He flicked his tongue over the head in a way that Kyle had seemed to love last time.
“That’s good, baby. That’s fucking incredible,” Kyle babbled. His fingers tightened in Eric’s hair, and then released him.
Eric was distantly aware of some noises, but he ignored them, too focused on his task to try to guess what they were. He could taste salty drops of precum, and he heard Kyle suck in a breath and swear softly. Then, Kyle pulled away, leaving him empty. Drool leaked out of the corner of Eric’s mouth, but he couldn’t wipe it away. He rolled to his back, frustrated.
A slick hand wrapped around his cock, unexpected and ruthless. Stroking him hard and fast, and Eric could only gasp and swear and jerk his hips. He knew Kyle would stop before he came. He knew there was no way Kyle would go to the trouble of restraining and blinding him if he was going to end things so quickly. But Eric’s body didn’t care. It optimistically thrust into Kyle’s tight fist, seeking release. It was so close—right there. Eric could feel it pulsing inside him, huge and inevitable. Just a little more coaxing and it would surge out of him.
Kyle stopped, of course. Eric swore loudly as his cock twitched helplessly in the air above his stomach, seeking any kind of friction.
“Roll over,” Kyle instructed, his tone not showing any sympathy. “On your knees.”
Eric did as he was told immediately. He rested his forehead on the mattress between his forearms, his hands still linked together above his head, as if he was positioning himself in child’s pose. He lifted his ass in the air, shivering at how exposed and vulnerable he felt.
“Your ass is a fucking masterpiece, Eric,” Kyle said. He smoothed a palm over one cheek, then pressed his lips there. “And these thighs. Fuck.”
Without warning, a slick finger glided over Eric’s hole, and Eric hissed into the mattress.
“You want me to go deeper this time?” Kyle asked. “You ever had your prostate stroked?”
“Not—not by someone else.” Eric had only attempted it himself a few times, and, flexible as he was, it had been difficult to apply the pressure he’d wanted there. He had a feeling Kyle would be able to give him exactly what he needed.
“Then this is going to be fun.” Kyle massaged Eric’s entrance with steady, circular swipes of the pad of this thumb, holding him still with a firm hand on Eric’s ass cheek. Eric tried to maintain control of his
breathing, but it alternated between holding it for too long, then gasping and panting as Kyle worked him open.
Without realizing what he was doing, he bucked back against Kyle’s finger, wanting him deeper. The increased stretch burned, and Kyle swatted Eric’s ass lightly with his other hand.
“Patience,” he chided. “Just breathe and relax for me.”
“Just like yoga.”
“Exactly. Yoga where you get to come like a fountain at the end.”
Eric laughed, and then moaned as Kyle pressed in deeper.
“Maybe you’ve done that before,” Kyle mused. “Gotten yourself off right there in your yoga studio.”
Eric grunted in response. He certainly hadn’t.
“I’ll bet you’re flexible enough to suck your own dick. You ever tried
that?”
“No.”
“There’s something to work on during your retirement.”
“Stop making me laugh,” Eric said, his whole body shaking. He composed himself with a long, slow breath, then just enjoyed the waves of pleasure that rippled through his body as Kyle made his nerve endings sing.
It felt wonderful to be taken care of this way, to have everything removed so Eric could only focus on pleasure. He should feel helpless, but instead he felt...safe. Cared for. Loved.
A white-hot burst of pleasure rocketed through Eric when Kyle stroked his prostate. His body lurched forward, as if trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.
“Too much?” Kyle asked gently. He kissed Eric’s shoulder, then his temple. Eric felt his warm breath against his ear. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” Eric rasped. “Don’t stop. Again. Please.”
Kyle kissed the corner of his mouth, then disappeared. A moment later, he had a finger—possibly two—inside Eric again. Relief crashed over Eric, breaking over his skin and flooding his insides. Kyle was with him, inside him, right where Eric needed him. Giving him what Eric had craved for over two weeks. He worked Eric’s prostate, sending jolt after jolt of sharp pleasure through Eric’s trembling body.
Eric’s cock—god, he had almost forgotten about his cock—felt like a kettlebell between his legs. It hung, huge and heavy as an anchor as Kyle devoted all of his attention to Eric’s ass. Eric focused on it now, on how
desperately it wanted to be touched. At how each press of Kyle’s finger against his prostate forced drops of precum to weep out of Eric’s slit. He could imagine a trail of silvery fluid connecting his swollen cock to the mattress. A pool of his arousal on the bedsheets.
Kyle gently squeezed his balls, and Eric cried out and clenched around the fingers that were still in his ass.
“God, they’re like granite,” Kyle said breathily. “I can’t decide where I want you to come.”
Eric wanted to tell him to make up his mind about that right fucking now, but instead he just whimpered and said, “Please.”
Kyle chuckled behind him, then gently stroked Eric’s cock a couple of times. Eric tried to hump his hand, but Kyle took it away as soon as his hips
started moving.
“Need to come.”
“I know. Fuck, me too. You’ve got me so fucking turned on. How do you want it? Do you want to see?”
Eric nodded against the mattress. “Yes.”
Kyle guided him to his back and positioned Eric’s hands above his head again. He straddled Eric’s waist, and Eric relished the weight of him. Loved being trapped under him. Kyle’s ass pressed against Eric’s groin, and Eric realized Kyle had removed his clothes at some point. Kyle rolled his hips, and Eric’s cock slid along his ass crack. Eric moaned loudly, torn between wanting to come like this, splashing his release against Kyle’s bare ass, or stuffing his cock deep inside him. Fuck, he wasn’t even wearing a condom.
This was dangerous.
“D-don’t,” he gritted out. “I’m too fucking close for that.”
Kyle seemed to understand, and lifted his ass away from the landmine that was Eric’s erection. Then his lips landed on Eric’s, and Eric responded immediately, kissing him hungrily—wildly—loving the hot urgency of Kyle’s mouth. Loving how intense the kiss felt with his eyes still covered.
But god, he wanted to see. Wanted to gaze at Kyle and watch his face contort when he came.
“Kyle,” Eric murmured against his lips. “Want to see you.”
Two fingers slipped under the elastic that held the blindfold in place, and then it was gone. It took Eric a moment to realize he’d had his eyes closed under the cloth, and he blinked them open. Everything was bright and blurry, even though the overhead light in the room was off.
“Hi,” Kyle said quietly.
Eric blinked again. His eyes were damp with tears, which he couldn’t explain. “Hi.”
Kyle was breathtaking. He was still wearing his glasses, but nothing else, and grinned when Eric noticed. His disheveled hair fell over his forehead, into his winter-blue eyes. His cheeks were pink with exertion and arousal, and Eric couldn’t stop looking at him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Eric said. He sounded wrecked, his voice high and strained.
Kyle was slowly stroking his own cock, still straddling Eric’s waist. The head was dark and shiny, and Eric wanted it in his mouth almost as badly as he wanted to watch Kyle jerk off. His gaze darted from Kyle’s straining forearm to that tantalizing bulge in his bicep, to his wet, kiss-bruised mouth, then back to the glistening head of his cock.
“Tell me what you want,” Kyle said shakily. “Tell me.”
“Want you to come. Want it all over me.” Eric hadn’t let himself think before answering. He wasn’t capable of thinking anymore.
Kyle stroked himself faster. His chest heaved as his breathing sped up, and he kept his eyes locked on Eric’s. “Tell me to stop,” he said. “Don’t let me come yet.”
Holy fuck. Eric was going to come without any contact on his dick if Kyle kept this up. He nodded because he couldn’t find words. He would try to do this for Kyle. He would get this right.
He watched Kyle’s face, observed every change in his eyes, in his breathing, in the tension in his neck as Kyle ruthlessly jerked himself. Eric watched him until Kyle’s eyes kept snapping closed, then opening again.
Until the flush in his cheeks spread down to his stomach. He didn’t speak, didn’t say he was close, but Eric knew.
“Stop.” It was barely more than a whisper, but Kyle released his cock and threw his head back, groaning. He panted for a few breaths, then lowered his head to meet Eric’s gaze.
“That was perfect, baby. I was right there. Holy shit.”
Eric’s chest was rising and falling rapidly too. He was exhilarated—full of pride and adrenaline and the constant pressing need to come. Kyle bent down, kissed him quickly, then slid down until he was kneeling between Eric’s legs on the bed. Without ceremony, he gripped Eric’s cock and stroked him hard.
“Fuck yes, Kyle. Make me come. Make me come. Make me—”
A finger slid back inside Eric’s ass, seeking and finding his prostate immediately, and Eric arched off the bed and screamed as his release finally erupted from him. His come shot up like a fountain before splashing down on his stomach and chest, some painting Kyle’s chest. Kyle kept pumping him, coaxing more jerks of his cock, more jets of cum from his balls until the last drop slipped out of his exhausted dick.
His finger stayed inside Eric for a moment after he released his cock.
Kyle gently probed Eric’s prostate, which sent a final tremor racing through his spent body. “Fucking stunning,” Kyle said. “Fuck, it’s like you save it all for me.”
It was almost exactly what Eric did. He’d jerked off a few times over the past couple of weeks, but he’d thought only of Kyle each time. And he hadn’t gotten himself off at all for the past several days, hopeful that the next time would be with Kyle.
“I wanted you,” Eric said. “Wanted this.”
“I know you did.” Kyle was stroking himself again, still kneeling
between Eric’s legs.
“Come here. Closer. I want to do that.”
Kyle huffed out a laugh as he moved to straddle Eric again. “Not gonna
take long.”
“Do you want it to?”
“No. Can’t. Just make me come.”
Eric made a tight tunnel of his bound hands and held it in front of Kyle’s cock. “Will this work?”
Kyle pushed his cock into Eric’s hands and groaned. “Fuck, Eric. That works just fine. So sexy with those cuffs on. Fuck.”
He thrust eagerly, snapping his hips hard and fast, and Eric’s mouth went dry as he imagined him thrusting into his ass. He was sure his hole had
relaxed a bit, just thinking about it.
“Want you to fuck me, Kyle. Someday.”
“Yeah, baby. Want that too. Fuck you just like this.”
“I want—I want to do everything. With you.”
Kyle’s eyes went wide, and Eric worried that he’d admitted too much, but then Kyle gasped and said, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Eric. Here it comes. I’m gonna—” His announcement trailed off into a loud moan, and then he stilled and shot his load all over Eric’s chest hair and even into Eric’s beard.
He collapsed on Eric, and Eric looped his bound hands over his head and held them tight around Kyle’s back. He held him close, nose pressed into Kyle’s hair as he listened to his breathing settle.
“You might be ruining me,” Kyle murmured finally. “Might not want anyone else after this.”
Well, that was a dangerous admission, and the way Kyle tensed in his arms told Eric that he knew it.
“It was fun,” Eric said lightly, ignoring the way his heart was expanding.
Kyle lifted his head and observed his face. “You have cum in your
beard.”
“I know.”
“It’s hot.”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to wash it out, though.”
“Coward.”
Eric chuckled and squeezed Kyle tighter.
“Feel better?” Kyle asked sleepily.
Eric couldn’t recall why Kyle was asking the question. Had he felt bad before? Had he ever felt bad in his life? “I feel amazing. Thank you.”
“No more talk about being an old man.” Kyle kissed his collarbone. “Not when you can come like a geyser.”
“That had more to do with you than me, I think.”
“You don’t come like that when you’re alone?”
Eric laughed. “I’ve never come like that in my life. You’re magic.”
“I’m skilled.”
Eric kissed his hair. “You are.”
Kyle ducked out from under Eric’s hands and began to remove the cuffs.
“You liked this, then?” he asked as he opened the Velcro. “The cuffs? The blindfold?”
“I did. I, um.” Despite everything they had just done, Eric’s cheeks heated. “I liked it a lot.”
“Good to know.” Kyle removed the second cuff and began massaging Eric’s hands, which felt wonderful.
“Do you like it?” Eric asked. “Being tied up? Or do you just do it to other people?” A spark of jealousy flashed inside him at the thought of other people.
“I like it. Especially when I’m stressed or overwhelmed about something.
It can be kind of...”
“Freeing?” Eric supplied.
“Yeah. Exactly. And peaceful, y’know?”
“Yes. That’s how it felt. It was relaxing and exciting at the same time.”
Kyle kissed Eric’s palm. “I’m glad. That’s what I was aiming for.”
God, this man. Eric needed this man in his life more than was fair to Kyle.
Later, when they were both cleaned up, Kyle snuggled against Eric and idly played with his chest hair. Kyle’s head was still spinning from everything they just did, and everything he still wanted to do with Eric.
He could admit to himself that he had feelings for Eric. Feelings that went well beyond friendship or base lust. Kyle wanted to be with him, but knew he shouldn’t hope for that. Knew it would only lead to disappointment and heartbreak. Eric was still figuring himself out. He wasn’t even really out yet, and he was a celebrity besides. And once he’d had his fun with Kyle, he’d move on to someone more appropriate.
Thirty years old and up.
Kyle was twenty-five, and what was five years, really? Hell, in a few months he’d be twenty-six. Would he really be that different when he was thirty? Did Eric really not see him as an adult now?
The thought annoyed Kyle, because it was probably true. Eric likely saw him as a good time, not as a man that he would consider having a mature and lasting relationship with.
Kyle was, once again, getting way ahead of himself. He and Eric had hooked up a handful of times over the past month or so. It certainly wasn’t a great romance.
“I wanted to call you on Christmas,” Eric said suddenly. “Or text you, at
least.”
“You did?”
“I was thinking about you that day. Well...” He squeezed the arm that was wrapped around Kyle. “I thought about you every day, to be honest. But on Christmas especially.”
Kyle’s mouth was suddenly very dry. “Why?”
“Because I knew you were alone.” He exhaled loudly. “I should have called you.”
Kyle lifted his head from where it had been resting on Eric’s chest. “I was okay, but... I wouldn’t have minded hearing from you.” He smiled, and Eric smiled back, though it didn’t reach his eyes.
“I didn’t want to look eager.” Eric shook his head. “It was stupid of me to worry about that. I’m sorry.”
Kyle hadn’t wanted to look eager either. He had deleted the text he’d planned to send to Eric on Christmas. But he didn’t say that because it wouldn’t help things. “I appreciate the thought.”
Eric put a hand on Kyle’s cheek, then leaned forward to kiss him.
Another tender, adoring kiss that made Kyle want things he shouldn’t.
“What time does Maria get home?” Eric asked.
“Usually around eleven. We’ve got time.”
Eric chuckled. “Time for what? I’ve got nothing left if you’re thinking
—”
“Time for food. I’m starving.”
“Me too.”
“We should eat.”
“Mm.” Eric pounced on him, kissing his neck as Kyle dissolved into
giggles.
Food could wait a little longer.