I Hate Summer (25 page)

Trystan had gotten hard for me, from kissing me… from sucking my dick.

I wasn’t sure how the world had got so fucked up. Right now I didn’t care.

“Stay p….” His words trailed off as I twisted up off the bed and wrapped my mouth around his cock. He grunted wordlessly and dropped his hand to thread through my hair as he thrust between my lips and deep into my throat. I glanced up; he was staring down at me, and he looked pissed off and in ecstasy as I moved up and down his shaft. I gave hungry pulls at his flesh, devouring his cock and the delicious mote of bitter chocolate precum that I had caused. And my dick ached between my legs, and my ass really wanted some attention, but I loved the feeling of his flesh between my lips, and I would have sucked him until he pumped his cum right into the back of my throat. But he tugged my head away and pressed me back onto the bed, his smile dark and dangerous as he slid between my legs.

“Stay put,” he managed to finish this time.

He didn’t hesitate, didn’t ask what to do; he just poured a load of lube onto his hands, wrapped one around my cock and slid the other back between my ass cheeks.

“Mmmpht” was the distorted noise that came from between my lips as Trystan’s finger slid inside me. It was cold because of the lube, and it was such a contrast to the heat that filled me, and it was absolutely the fricking best thing I had ever felt, and he hadn’t even hit my prostate.

“So there’s some kind of button in here, right?” His tone was mocking but I could hear the slight strain to it as he fought to keep himself in control.

And right then it honestly didn’t actually matter to me whether he found my prostate or not. I was so fricking turned on from the blow job and the hand on my dick. Never mind just the mere idea of what Trystan was doing to me was enough to make my cock twitch if I thought about it too much.

“Two fingers, I’m not a virgin, so—” I was cut off by a snigger and a wave of pressure as a second finger joined the first. It gave him a better angle and allowed him to go deeper, and he took full advantage of that; he started to move his fingers inside of me, stretching and questing in time with firm strokes of my dick. I wasn’t sure how much of this I was going to be able to take.

There was a knock at the door.

There was only one person it was going to be.

“Sorry, Josh, I’m kind of—” I chucked a hand over my mouth to silence the strangled groan that interrupted my words. “Shit, Trys, there,” I whispered, gasping as my hips jacked up to force his finger back against the point that had just sent my nervous system into overload. And as I moaned and bucked uncontrollably against his hand, Trystan stared down at me through hooded eyes, watching me with his lips parted in a self-satisfied smirk.

“Guess I’m not doing too badly, then?” he hissed at me quietly. I couldn’t answer because if I took a breath to speak right then, I was going to come.

“Ide? You okay?” Josh called through the door, and he sounded concerned. “Is Trys…?”

“I think he’s in the bathroom,” I cut him off and my voice came out as a shout as I fought not to sound like I was on the brink of coming—it was taking all that was left of my tattered self-control to hold myself together.

“No I’m not; I’m here,” Trystan said, pitched perfectly to be heard through the door. I could feel him inside of me as he tried to find the exact point once again with his head cocked to one side as if his brother wasn’t standing on the other side of an unlocked door and his only concern in the world was proving me wrong.

“Oh fuck….” I tried not to shout as I jacked up again when he once again found what he was looking for. My cock was weeping in his hand, and his grin was smug and possessive as I groaned and was unable to stop myself from thrusting against his fingers.

“Now piss off, Josh, Ide is mine.”

“What? No, I’m coming i—”

“Fuck, no, Josh! Don’t come in,” I shouted again as I tried to catch my breath and glare at Trystan. “Stop a second.” I tried to sound firm, even though stopping was definitely the last thing I wanted to do, a fact that was made more obvious by the way I was still grinding my hips against his hand.

But what had Trystan just said?

He laughed at me as he pressed his fingers back against the spot that caused me to see nothing but white and feel as if my blood had been replaced with pure pleasure.

And holy crap, I so desperately wanted to come, but I never wanted this feeling to end. I grasped empty-handed at the duvet as I held myself back.

“Go away, Josh,” Trystan said. “Go think about your new boyfriend while I look after Ide. He tastes great, by the way.”

I wanted to be angry at Trystan as I heard footsteps hurrying away from my door. But it was difficult when he had my body balanced on a tightrope.

“So? Three fingers?” he asked with a lazy smile that was contradicted by the flush on his cheeks and the erect flesh at his hips.

“Ah.” I arched up into his hand yet again.

One look at his face told me he really was thoroughly enjoying doing this to me, not just fingering me, but watching me try and hold back in this agonizing verge-of-coming state. But he was still hard, and his breathing was slightly hitched; he was holding himself back too.

I took slow breaths through my nose and shot him a smile. “Two’s fine. Ye can fuck me now.”

Darkness passed over his face and for a moment a twisting uncertainty radiated out from my stomach. It washed away all the bliss and tension and replaced it with a cold fear that he had suddenly realized what he was doing and was going to stop, or worse, that this was just a joke.

Then suddenly I was on my stomach. Fingers were pressed firmly into my hips, tugging them up. One hand was sliding down my spine, and against my ass pressed the firm and unmistakable pressure of Trystan’s erection.

The fear retracted, and I was left reeling in the wake of the rush of lust that made my arms and legs tingle and my cock throb. I pressed my hips backward.

“Urgh, how slow do I need to go?” he muttered as he finished putting on a condom. I arched my head over my shoulder to see the tension on his face as he breathed heavily through parted lips.

I pushed myself up off my hands so I was kneeling in front of him and I let my spine slip back against his chest as I reached around to pull his lips against mine. I kissed him slowly at first, encouraging him until his tongue slid in against mine. I pressed my hips back into his cock, rolling them slightly. When I broke away, we were both panting.

“Don’t worry, just don’t rush; ye won’t hurt me.”

I don’t know why I believed that. I definitely shouldn’t have done, but I dropped back onto all fours and pressed my hips back toward his. His hands came up to part my cheeks, and the tip of his cock pressed against me. I dropped my head down between my arms, panting heavily as his cock split me and I had to resist the urge to drive myself back because he was going so fricking slow and I really wanted him buried inside me.

“Urgh.” I muted a moan, because apparently four weeks was long enough to make a difference and it was so fricking tight. Pain like fine needles scurried across my hips and up my spine. It clashed against the pleasure, sending my head into overload, and I was arching my spine as Trystan’s fingers dug into the flesh at my hips. I pressed backward and our low gasps merged together as his cock finally slid against my prostate. I could feel myself shivering around him, and he pressed his fingers tighter as he held himself still.

I risked a glance over my shoulder, and the sight of him buried inside of me with a look of blissful agony on his face sent yet another delicious wash of pleasure through me. The faint whispers of discomfort were suddenly nothing.

“Holy crap, Ide,” he hissed when he’d finally caught his breath.

I dropped onto my elbows as little jolts of electricity fired up from that contact, and then I couldn’t think, because he was drawing out and I arched my hips so he’d reach the spot I needed. And then my body wasn’t a body anymore, it was just a mass of tension and a continuous wave of pleasure that I wanted to never stop and yet wanted to end quickly.

“
Ohmygod
.” I dropped my head completely onto the duvet as he continued to drive into me harder and harder, just how I wanted. My world splintered, and I could hardly breathe as I fought to keep myself in one piece. “Yes, Trys, fucking hell, yes….”

My orgasm crested, and it turned each of Trystan’s thrusts into a supernova of sensation—I couldn’t pull away, but each agonizing thrust was killing me in the best possible way. I groaned and bucked and still Trystan was pressing into me.

His hands were holding me up now and I panted pathetically as I was drawn back into the depths of my pleasure over and over. I was completely lost in the bliss as he continued to fuck me, his groaning and panting and unintelligible curses mixing with mine as he drove into my ass again and again. I drowned in wave after wave of something so fine my brain couldn’t even label it and had stopped trying and was just basking in it. Hoping it would never end. And shitting hell, I could feel the agonizing rise of pressure that meant I was going to come again, because Trystan was finally swelling inside of me, and I could feel his orgasm building as he tugged me almost painfully back onto him. I shouted out in divine protest and abandon as my second wave hit.

I groaned as he shuddered to a stop inside of me. My body trembled as sparks of ecstasy flickered like motes of water dropped onto a flame, dancing along the desecrated fibers of my nerves. He was holding me up, and I whimpered in delight and regret as he pulled us both over to one side so we were lying spooned together.

“Did you just come twice?” he whispered against my ear.

Fuck my life, I really had.

“That was definitely yer imagination,” I replied, but I was too languid in the throes of my orgasm to really care too much about sounding convincing.

“Hmm, I must have a very good imagination.”

“Do ye always talk this much after sex?” Then I sighed because I was a mess and my duvet was a mess, which was a stupid rookie mistake to make.

I edged my way off him, reaching round with weak limbs to hold the condom in place. He got up to dispose of it, and I stared at the mess I had made of my duvet and myself. Seriously—twice? Too late to worry about that now. I sat on the bed and stared at Trystan’s back as he tied off the condom and chucked it in the trash.

“So I take it my ass is safe?” He shot me a smug smirk, but I took a small amount of solace in the fact he sounded a little breathless.

“For now,” I chuckled, then soured slightly as I glanced toward the unlocked door. “But what was that shit with Josh? Don’t ye think that was a bit much?”

Trystan growled at me. He stood there in the middle of my room, still naked and half-hard and he actually pulled his lips back, bared his teeth, and snarled at me as if we were animals and I’d just tried to take something he thought was his.

Well that wasn’t quite the reaction I had expected but I pressed on. “And what was that shit about me being yers? Hmm, straight guy?”

“You are a.
Fucking
. Pain. In. The. Ass.” He carefully enunciated each word as he stalked up to me and pressed me back on the bed. He climbed over me so his knees were on either side of my hips. And then he bent down and started pressing kisses onto my cheek and giggling like a girl, nuzzling my neck and pawing at my chest—no, seriously!

“
This
! This is what I’ve had to put up from you two for a whole
fucking
week,” he seethed between mock giggles and chaste kisses. “Josh rubbing my bloody nose in it while you two ‘gay guys’ paw at each other like it’s perfectly fine. Josh mocking me every evening while he tells me how many times you’ve kissed his cheek and how you brushed past him while he was making tea, watching him smirk at me while he sits on your fucking knee. So don’t give me that shit. Josh got what he deserved: you chose me.”

“Huh? Wait.” I pressed him away from my neck because it was kind of distracting and there was some messed-up shit being said. “Ye brought him here as some kind of fricking competition?”

Trystan shook his head, still looking a little peeved, but he had stopped the ridiculous kissing at least. “I brought him here because it was half term and when I went home I have never seen anyone so down and out. I told him you were off-limits because of the James thing.” He rolled off me and lay out on his side with his head propped on his hand. “But he didn’t bloody listen, did he? He just marched up here and threw himself at you, and you were fine with it.”

“I wasn’t
fine
,” I said as I got myself back together. “I really wouldn’t have done anything other than that kiss.”

Wait
, why was I defending myself to him?

“Yeah, well, that was enough, and then Josh worked out that I liked you and has spent as much time as possible rubbing my face in the affection you’ve piled on him. Why are you only like that with gay guys?”

I laughed a little at that, and it was like floodgates opening up and suddenly I couldn’t stop.

“Seriously?” I spluttered and tried to catch my breath. “Because most straight guys I know don’t like to be kissed by other guys in public,” I explained when he still looked like he wanted an answer.

“No. Wait… ye
like me
?” I couldn’t help the skepticism in my voice. “What the hell, Trys? Ye’ve been living wi’ me for a month and done nothing and now ye expect me t’ believe ye suddenly
like me
? After one fuck? I mean, I know my ass is great and all. But seriously?”

He stared at me, and I got the impression he was really hoping that I was joking. “You’re such a head case, Ide. I liked you in Scotland. Do you really think a straight guy would kiss another guy just for a blow job?”

“Ye wouldn’t be the first straight guy to get confused by me, Trys,” I answered honestly, my voice droll.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t confused. I’m still not; I know you’re a guy, it doesn’t bother me. I find it kind of hot, actually.” His voice was a low growl. He let his eyes skim down over my body, and there was nothing but feral appreciation for what he saw. When his gaze arrived back at my face, he noted my still skeptical look with a slight hitch of his shoulders.