Food for Thought (6 page)

“What do you think?” he asked helplessly.
Please, Keegan. You have to want me. You have to want me enough to….

Keegan’s lips on his weren’t soft or sweet. This wasn’t a tepid, “If you want to” sort of kiss. This was Keegan’s mouth on his, hot and demanding and ripping through all those years of being sad and being alone in one needy mouth-fuck.

Emmett opened his mouth and wrapped his arms around Keegan’s hips, hauling him in closer, oh my God, he was only wearing
briefs
and….

Keegan’s cock, hard and unmistakable, mashed up against Emmett’s own aching erection. Emmett pulled away briefly, buried his face into Keegan’s shoulder, and moaned.

“Emmett,” Keegan muttered urgently, “Do you have condoms? Do you
need
condoms?”

“Negative,” Emmett groaned, remembering getting that test after he’d gotten back from visiting Vinnie’s family. Oh God. Had it really been that long?
Really
been that long?

“Me too,” Keegan muttered. “I test every three months—”

“I know this. You told me. You tell me
everything.
” He slammed his mouth over Keegan’s again to keep him from talking, to keep from remembering when Keegan
had
been dating, and how Emmett had never met the guy but hadn’t liked him on principle, and how secretly glad Emmett had been when they’d broken up, which was unfair, so unfair, when Emmett had no intention, none whatsoever, of doing….

“Oh God,
yes
!”

Keegan had reached inside his shorts with his gummy hands and started slippery, buttery, sugary, grainy strokes along Emmett’s cock. Emmett thought his eyes were going to roll back in his head.

“I’m getting you dirty,” Keegan purred, and Emmett could read his signal like he’d scrawled it in a recipe book.

“Wash it off,” he whispered.

Keegan, his shirt stained with the beets that were now dripping from Emmett’s kitchen, and with the cookie dough smeared across the front, dropped to a crouch while Emmett leaned backward against the sink. With quick hands he shucked Emmett’s shorts down to his knees and Emmett’s cock flopped out.

“Oh
hell
!” Keegan breathed. “You haven’t had sex in
over a year
? What a fucking
waste
!”

“Not if you suck it right now!” Emmett ordered, dying, dying, needing, his whole body screaming for Keegan’s touch
everywhere.

Keegan opened his wide mouth and slurped him in, hard, fast, down to the root, and Emmett threw himself back against the sink, the better to keep his knees from crumbling.

“Angh….” Oh God, oh hell oh crap oh shit oh… “
Keegan
!”

After the first slurp, Keegan wrapped his fist around the base of the shaft and used his mouth to stroke. It was so simple, so hard and fast, and Emmett hadn’t been touched in so long. He tunneled his fingers through Keegan’s fine, dark hair and shuddered, bucking inside Keegan’s mouth and chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes… oh God,
yes
!”

The pungency of beets and browned onions permeated the kitchen, and Emmett tilted his head back, breathed deeply, and without warning came so hard his vision went black.

His body wanted a chance to shiver, to curl around Keegan’s head and recover, because it had been
so
long, but Keegan was having none of it.

He straightened quickly, clinging to Emmett’s bare hips to help lever himself up, and just like that the kiss was back on. Emmett tasted his own come, strong and bitter, on top of the shortbread dough, and the taste of Keegan. Their bodies meshed together, sticky, covered in beet porridge and almond shortbread, and Emmett didn’t care. He ground up his bare, wet groin against Keegan’s, his own cock throbbing and quickening when it felt Keegan, hard and leaking, underneath the cotton briefs. He shoved the damned cockteasing shirt up so he could smooth his hands all over Keegan’s tight body. His skin was so
warm
, and the hair on his chest and stomach felt coarse and silky at once.

Emmett groaned and simply
felt
, indulged, fed himself on the decadence of Keegan’s bare skin.

He brushed Keegan’s nipple in his quest to touch more, and Keegan gasped inside his mouth. Oh, yes. Nipples were fun. Nipples beaded up and made this perfect little magic button—you plucked a nipple and the cock sang.

Emmett plucked Keegan’s nipple to hear him gasp, and then he plucked it again. Keegan grabbed Emmett’s shoulders, held on, and moaned, his knees obviously going weak. Emmett was hungry for more of him, shoving the front of the shirt up enough so he could break off the kiss and go aiming for target zero.

Keegan moaned loudly, knotting his hands in Emmett’s hair and driving him closer. Emmett… Emmett could have come just from suckling Keegan’s nipples and grinding up against him. God, how could he have forgotten the taste of skin? The feeling of the ruched little bit of flesh under his tongue? He moved to Keegan’s other nipple and almost cried at the extra salt of sweat there.

Keegan jerked on his hair hard enough to sting, and Emmett released his flesh with a pop. For a moment Emmett could hear their harsh breathing, echoing in the kitchen, and then Keegan said thickly, “Lube? Or are we using olive oil?”

“Lube,” Emmett confessed, hardly breathing. “Please? Bedroom? God, Keegan, I’ve wanted you….”

Keegan swallowed the declaration with a kiss, and another, and another. He pulled back to turn the oven off and then shoved Emmett down the hall, grabbing flesh and gliding hands down Emmett’s bare ass. Emmett tried to pull his shorts up to cover his junk, at least while he was stumbling down the hall, but Keegan stopped him, and wrapped his arms around Emmett’s waist, and passed his hand over Emmett’s groin, gently, to tickle and arouse.

Emmett braced himself on either side of the hallway and let Keegan caress him, slowly, and then peel his shorts down off of his legs and left them in a beet-saturated puddle next to the bathroom door.

I’m naked.
“I’m naked.” Was that his voice? He sounded breathy, sultry, and a little confused.

“Yeah,” Keegan murmured, crouching behind him. Emmett felt the breath of kisses up the back of his thigh, along his ass cheek, and across his lower back. “You’re naked. And I’m touching as much of you as I can.” Keegan’s tongue flicked out, evil, arousing, and traced the crease of Emmett’s backside. Emmett pushed harder against the walls and spread his legs a little, knees threatening to buckle.

“I….” Oh God. “I wanted you so bad,” Emmett managed. “Oh God. My knees are going….”

“You stand there and take it,” Keegan commanded, spreading his bottom. “You feel that? All exposed. That’s how I’ve felt for
a year
.”

Emmett moaned, contrite and aroused at once. Keegan’s tongue grew bolder. He swiped his tongue from practically beneath Emmett’s balls up across his hole and back again. “Kee,” Emmett pleaded. “Bed. Please. I need you inside me so bad.”

“
You’re
begging
me
?” Keegan half laughed. He probed with his tongue again and Emmett cried out. He wasn’t going to make it. His knees were going to crumble, and he was going to beg Keegan to fuck him, right here in the hallway with spit as lube.

“God yes. Forgiveness, fucking, all of it. Please, Kee.
Need
.”

Keegan stopped, panting, leaning his face against Emmett’s flank.

“’Kay. I’m going to let you go. You can beg so I’ll beg. I want you naked, face up so you can
see
me, ready.”

Emmett nodded. A year of dodging the question,
this
question, and he owed it to Keegan to be ready. He shored up his knees and pushed off the wall, shedding his stained shirt as he went.

He left a red stain and cookie flour on the white coverlet as he threw himself facedown on the bed, and he simultaneously kicked the comforter down while he reached into his end table to grab the lube.

There was no porn in there, no magazines, no literature, because buying it would have meant admitting what he really wanted, what really got him off, and it wasn’t girls. Not girls with little breasts and apple cheeks, and not girls with lush figures and full lips. Not girls.
Never
girls.

But boys with big brown eyes and wicked smiles, or wide gray eyes and shy ones; boys with wide-palmed hands and bony knuckles, with toned biceps and stubble; tapered waists, furry chests, straining erections—that turned Emmett on, and he was tired of floating, living in limbo, hoping that someday he would gravitate to the other pole.

Keegan was his true north. Emmett had been drawn to him from the first day he’d walked between the rosebush hedge with cookies and sympathy.

By the time Emmett had rolled over, staining his sheets with more beet juice and cookie dough, his erection had returned with interest. He propped one knee up and squirted lubricant on his fingers. When Keegan opened the door, his briefs in his hands, the shirt unbuttoned, Emmett’s fingers were poised at his entrance.

Keegan actually gasped, just looking at him.

But Keegan’s cock was full, thrusting forward, and gigantic. The head flared out, and a drool of precome glazed the end, dripping as Keegan gaped at him.

Emmett grinned savagely. “You’re thinking I don’t know what I want,” he said, practically daring Keegan to call a halt. “You know what I want?
This
is what I want!”

He closed his eyes and thrust both fingers in.

Oh, yes. Oh
yes
oh yes oh yes oh yes… burn, ache, stretch…
ah
… good. So good. He’d yearned, but he’d forgotten, and the pressure on his insides made his hips jump and his cock leak, made him needy, so damned needy.

The bed depressed underneath him and Keegan pulled his hand out roughly, then covered Emmett’s nearly hairless body with his own. Oh man—his skin was
amazing.
Emmett hadn’t been naked with anyone in so, so long.

“How long?” Keegan whispered, his voice gruff. “How long’s it been?”

“Since Jordyn.”

Keegan’s frustrated growl vibrated off Emmett’s jaw.

“Can I tell you how
sick
I am of hearing that fucking name?”

“Then make it go away, Kee. You’re the only one who can.”

Keegan reared back and grabbed Emmett’s thighs, forcing Emmett to throw his legs over Keegan’s shoulders and leaving his ass wide and exposed. Emmett welcomed it; he’d been tongued and loosened, and he’d stretched himself. And he wasn’t a virgin by any means. Keegan’s solid thrust into his body was exactly what he craved. His back arched, and his hips shot off the bed, but he didn’t tense, or tighten. He thrust his backside toward Keegan, taking all of his shaft, which felt wider and longer than it had looked, and it had looked
huge
.

Keegan pulled back and thrust in again, muttering under his breath. “Patience, Em—hold still, let me work.”

“God, Kee—needed. Needed so bad.”

“I”
thrust
“was”
thrust
“right”
thrust
“here, asshole!” Each thrust was violent, hard, a flare of suppressed desire, and Keegan followed them up with a machine-gun spate of fucking that left Emmett screaming, breathless,
joyful
at this thing he’d wanted so badly but hadn’t allowed himself to have.

“I know,” Emmett all but sobbed. “I know. I was so stupid… so dumb….”

Keegan slowed down, leaned forward, and kissed him, the kiss growing gentler, sweeter, like his own movements inside Emmett.

“Sh… it’s okay. We’re here now.”

But Emmett was too keyed up to be soothed. He bucked, he shook, rapacious, nearly hysterical, until Keegan framed his throat with a bony hand.

“Em… calm down. It’ll happen. It’ll be okay.”

That did it. The reassurance, the kindness. Emmett shivered, melted, his body still ramping toward orgasm, but without the edge of tears.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Kiss me again.”

This time Kee closed his eyes, and his thrusts inside stilled. Emmett clung to him, and returned the kiss with interest, tasting teeth, tasting tongue. Keegan groaned and pushed up again.

“I’ve got to,” he apologized. “Hold on. Grab yourself. I’ve got to come. I’ve got…
muahh
…. “

Emmett didn’t think he’d make it, not this time, but that was okay. His body was full, and Keegan was vibrating inside him, pumping hot and slick into his opening. Emmett looked up at him in wonder and stroked his hand down the light stubble of Keegan’s jaw, rubbing his thumb on the pointed cheekbone. Keegan’s eyes were still closed, his face pulled back into the rictus of orgasm, but he turned his head and captured Emmett’s thumb in his mouth, smiling slightly as he pulled.

Emmett gave a little cry, and pulled harder on his own cock. The rasp, the pressure, the rough slide of his thumb across the tender, abraded skin of his cockhead, and suddenly he was bucking, squeezing, feeling Keegan’s come slide out between his ass cheeks and thighs and spurting up between their bodies, warm and sticky and real.

Keegan gave a little moan of exhaustion and collapsed to his side, opening and closing his eyes like he was trying to wake up to the world around him.

Emmett lay still, on his back, covered in food and in come, but he turned his head to see Keegan’s eyes when he came to.

“A boy,” Keegan said, eyes still closed.

“Very much so.” Emmett owed him this.

“What happened?”

“Later,” Emmett whispered, enchanted by the way Keegan’s eyelashes fanned his cheeks, and by the defined muscles of his chest. He rolled to his stomach, getting the sheets messier, but he didn’t care. Keegan’s outstretched arm lay right
there,
and Emmett wanted to nuzzle the sensitive crease of it, and lick up his bicep, smelling his sweat where it was strongest. Keegan groaned and rolled over to his back, legs still spread, sticky cock swelling slightly against Keegan’s trimmed pubic hair.

“You got something to do now?” Keegan asked. Emmett closed his mouth over a taut nipple again in answer. Keegan bucked his hips and whimpered, and Emmett spread himself over Keegan’s chest to taste the other one.