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They both gasped. Kevin didn’t know what Cedric felt, but he was overcome with indescribable shock and discomfort. He shook his head, released his cock and fisted the duvet. “Jesus,” he grunted. “Don’t move just yet, okay? Give me a few seconds.”

To accommodate you, and learn how to breathe through this painful pleasure, and absorb the fact you’re finally inside me.

This was nothing like fucking himself.

His dildo didn’t throb inside him, nor did it link directly to his chest. It didn’t make him skip heartbeats, and it definitely didn’t make him feel complete.

Jesuschrist.

Cedric plastered his chest to Kevin’s back, put a hand over his, and kissed the side of his neck. “Is it too much?” he asked quietly. “I can pull out if you—”

“Don’t you dare,” Kevin grunted, and somehow managed to bring Cedric’s cock a little deeper inside his ass. “Ohmygod.”

“Bloody hell,” Cedric hissed. “Can I move now?”

Kevin braced his hands on the mattress, and pushed his butt against Cedric’s crotch. “
Please.
”

Cedric pushed his length to the hilt, withdrew slowly, and thrust again. He slid deep, pulled out, slid deeper and faster, and hit Kevin’s prostrate every single time. Kevin’s legs weakened, and his cock and ass pulsed with the need to come. Desperate to stop their lovemaking from ending too soon he refused to touch himself, but the continuous slapping sounds and the musky smell permeating the air jerked a sharp cry out of his throat.

“Shit… oh, fuck…”

“You like that?” Cedric asked with a rough voice.

Kevin tipped back his head to tell him yes, that he’d never been so aroused, or felt so sexually fulfilled. But the image he caught on the dresser’s mirror almost made him lose his mind.

He stared at the sight, dazed.

His back was arched, and his ass up in the air. His legs were wide open and his arms were strained, every muscle on display. His hair stood up every which way, his mouth was agape, his eyes looked feverish, and his cheeks were flushed. And Cedric was behind him, more beautiful than he’d ever looked before, his braids flying around his back, his lean, wiry body driving into Kevin’s, gleaming with sweat.

“Look at us, babe,” Kevin demanded, his voice as shaky as his knees. “I want you to see how perfectly we fit.”

Cedric lifted his gaze, gripped Kevin’s flanks with his gloved hands, and studied their image in the mirror. “Most… gorgeous thing… I’ve ever seen.” He moaned his words, and punctuated each one with a hard thrust.

Kevin couldn’t agree more.

His boy looked breathtakingly wanton and uninhibited, burying his fat cock in Kevin’s hole and trembling from the pleasure. As he watched, Cedric reached around and pulled him up against his chest, then wrapped one hand around Kevin’s shaft. “Oh Jesus… ohmygod… yeah babe…just like
that
….”

Cedric stroked him easily, aided by the constant flow of pre-cum leaking out of his slit. His thrusts became piston-like, fast and sharp, and Kevin squeezed his rectal muscles in a tight vise. “I’m going to come,” he rasped. “I’m not going to last much longer.” He gripped Cedric’s thigh with one hand and buried the other in his cornrows, only to drop both arms when he remembered he wasn’t supposed to touch. He still sought Cedric’s rhythm, though. “Oh, yeah…”

Cedric cupped Kevin’s balls with his other hand and rolled them between his fingers, then started a vigorous, maddening sequence.

Thrust.

Roll.

Stroke.

They bucked and grunted. Sweat poured down their bodies, and they were both short of breath. He pushed into Cedric’s hand, then worked his ass against his dick. “Baby….” Kevin was losing it. His balls were incredibly tight, and he could feel his asshole rippling around Cedric’s cock.

“You’re milking me so bloody good,” Cedric groaned. “Your arse clutches me so tightly, and hot, and I can’t wait any longer. I…
fuck
.” With a grunt of raw power, Cedric thrust one more time and gave into the pleasure. He groaned and shuddered, and his cock swelled up even more before he started coming. “I… love… bloody hell… fuck….”

Kevin’s head was thrown back against Cedric’s shoulders, but he didn’t close his eyes. He’d be damned if he missed one second of their mating.

Watching Cedric come undone was more than Kevin could take. His release gathered speed and force; he tensed and panted, and finally shot rope after rope of burning hot seed into Cedric’s leather glove, onto his own chest, and on top of the bed sheets.

When Cedric pulled out slowly and collapsed on top of him, Kevin twisted his body and wrapped his arms around his guy’s slim waist. He knew he only had a couple of seconds before Cedric left the room, and he intended to make good use of them.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Cedric called Dr. Black first thing Monday morning, and three more times throughout the next day. He also talked to Roberto ad nauseam, and even called Evan for good measure, because he’d learned some things were a matter of the heart and not the head, and needed to be shared with close friends. Things such as how he hadn’t been able to sleep for two days. Or how his heart felt like an intricate knot in his chest, because he feared Kevin might want to put some distance between them.

And because, even though he felt like he knew and could trust Kevin to be clean, he’d still had to put on three condoms before letting him close to his dick.

Because he’d told Kevin he couldn’t risk getting his saliva or something worse on his skin.

Because he couldn’t get the stricken expression on Kevin’s face out of his head.

Because for the past two weeks he’d been cleaning and disinfecting every surface Kevin touched the minute the guy left his flat.

Because Kevin had gone out of his way to accommodate his needs, but there wasn’t much Cedric could do to reciprocate.

Because even though he attended psychotherapy, and group and cognitive-behavioral therapy sessions, and never forgot to take his medication, it was very possible he might not get much better.

Because he was terrified Kevin would decide he wasn’t worth the time or the effort, and that he wouldn’t want to see Cedric again.

He’d been obsessing over these things for the past two days, so by the time he showed up for his blueprint class at MCC on Tuesday night, he was a total wreck.

Again
.

The class progressed relatively smoothly in spite of Cedric’s inner turmoil. It seemed his students had learned something from his outburst the other night. Granted they all were watching him as closely as they would a newly discovered species under a microscope, but at least their belongings were in the right place, and nobody was chewing gum. And there were no jokes or puns about the way in which Cedric sometimes stared at Kevin. They didn’t suspect a thing. Thank God.

There were no clauses about relationships between students and faculty members in his contract, but Cedric couldn’t be sure if his students were homophobic or not. He’d rather not get sacked because someone was overly sensitive to the idea of two men having consensual sex.

Then there was Kevin to consider. Cedric wouldn’t do anything that would give others the right to question Kevin’s grade. Letting his students see how much Kevin affected him, or staring at him while wishing he could drop to his knees and suck Kevin’s cock would lead to that. Discretion was a must.

That was the reason he got hold of his emotions, and forced himself to wait until the first class break to go back to the roof and call Evan for the third time.

“He’s not looking at me,” he mumbled when his friend answered the phone.

“I can barely hear you, Cedric. Can’t you speak up?”

“He’s not looking at me,” Cedric repeated. “He hasn’t looked at me once since I got to the classroom.”

“But you spoke on the phone last night, didn’t you?” Evan asked.

“We just said hello and good night.”

“Why would he call you if he didn’t want to talk to you?”

“He’s a very nice chap.”

Evan snorted. “Get real, dude.”

“Don’t forget I was an arse about the condoms situation.”

“Then you two proceeded to fuck.”

“Don’t be crass.”

It wasn’t a fuck!

“From what you said before , I can tell he got over it quickly, and found ways to make the whole experience pleasurable for both of you. What did he do anyway? How did he manage? I’d so love to hear the details.”

“You won’t, mate.
That
is between me and Kevin.” He took a deep breath. “We’ve discussed so many things over the past two weeks, though… enough to scare him away. And he isn’t totally comfortable with the difference in our social classes, which is something he has to digest on top of everything else.” Cedric rubbed his right hand over his chest, and kicked a few pebbles off the roof. “I knew he might want to take some time to decide if he should keep seeing me, but I didn’t think he’d ignore me completely.”

“But he wasn’t upset when he left your place Sunday night, right?”

“He didn’t seem to be.”

In fact, Kevin didn’t complain when Cedric told him he had to go take a shower and be by himself. He’d just blown him a kiss and smiled the sweetest of all smiles before waving goodbye and asking if he could “come back tomorrow after work.”

Cedric hadn’t hesitated. He’d said yes, despite knowing deep down in his heart it might be too soon to do it all again. But he hadn’t wanted to risk giving Kevin too much time to really think about it, and ultimately decide waiting around to have sex with Cedric wasn’t what he wanted.

But Kevin had called to ask for a rain check, because apparently he’d had a terrible shift at work and was knackered.

Cedric squeezed his eyes shut. “What if he changed his mind?”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t believe he has, but like you said, it’s very possible he’ll need some time to adjust to the—”

“Level of craziness?”

“I was going to say needs and requirements of someone with your condition, but level of craziness works, too,” Evan said with a laugh. “You’re awfully invested in this guy, Cedric.”

“I am.”

“You just met him.”

“But we’ve seen each other or talked on the phone every day, pretty much from the moment he reappeared in my life, and he’s special.”

“Why?”

Because he’s smart and responsible. Because he’s a hard worker and pursuing his professional goals. Because I admire him. Because his children come first, and he’s willing to overlook the weird things I do and say. Because he understands what I’m going through, and finds ways to bring us closer without walking all over my boundaries. Because he doesn’t look at me with pity in his eyes... because he’s smart, and caring, and amazing, and if I were normal, I’d do my bloody best to get him to stay with me forever.

“I don’t know why, Evan,” Cedric snapped, not ready to share his thoughts. “Very little makes sense about the way my mind works, so why would this be any different?”

“Well, you
did
follow him inside some nasty sex shop, and then invited him to your place,” Evan continued, his tone mockingly analytical. “And he sounds like he’s trying to work with you, so I guess this might be one of those situations in which emotions dictate the actions and there’s no explaining any of it, you know?”

“Whatever.” Cedric pulled up the zipper of his hoodie and continued to pace around the roof. “I’m just bloody happy he didn’t take off the second he noticed I’m a neurotic twat.”

“You mean
yet
.”

Cedric took a tissue out of his pocket and blew his nose. “Pardon me?”

“You guys had sex already,” Evan said with a laugh. “So maybe he’ll take off now.”

“You’re such an arse.” There was no heat behind Cedric’s words. Evan might be teasing him, but at the end of the day he had a very valid point. “I need reassurance right now.”