I Hate Summer (39 page)

Suddenly we were home. Breathlessly I pressed twenty quid into the front of the cab, letting him keep the excessive amount of change to say sorry, and then we were stumbling through the front door.

“Come on, your room, so no one can hear me scream,” Trystan growled against my lips as he tugged us toward the stairs.

I laughed against his lips. “The only screaming yer going to do is when ye beg me for more.”

We detached to make our way up the stairs. The house was empty anyway.

We made it through the door to my bedroom before I attached myself to his lips, hitting the latch across just in case. I devoured him as I undressed him against the wall: with hands and tongue and teeth I touched and caressed every inch of him as I stripped him down. I kept my own clothes where they were, because I was already strung out, and my cock was already aching beneath my jeans. I pressed myself up against him, grinding against his nakedness, and he moaned into my lips, grinding right back as I pulled us both from against the wall and backed us the rest of the way onto the bed.

“Ye remember how this works, right?” My voice was hoarse as I whispered the words against his neck. I alternated between sucking and lightly biting the sensitive flesh as beneath me Trystan ground his hips against my clothed form.

“Slow; three fingers; gonna hurt,” he breathed between moans, summing up the bare bones of what I had said to Josh what felt like a lifetime ago but was only three weeks.

“Going t’hurt gooood,” I breathed and dropped down his body, skimming lightly down his chest and abs and setting a delightful shudder down his spine as I wrapped hands and lips around his seeping flesh. And holy fricking mother of all that is good, the sounds he made: low growling mews and a hiss of anticipation as I lowered my hand to his ass, teasing lightly at the flesh. And he was lifting his hips for me, I could feel him relaxing and pushing back against the gentle pressure and holy fuck that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen or felt or been part of.

“Mmmm.” He hummed as my finger penetrated him, grinding down against my hand as I alternated between working his prostate and stretching him for the second finger that drew a muted groan from his chest.

By the time he was ready for a third finger, he was as strung out as me.

I pressed it against the thick ring of muscle, and he groaned, urging himself up into me, lusting after more and more sensation. He hissed a little as I pressed it inside him, but not nearly so much as when I’d moved up to two fingers on Wednesday. A ripple of tension washed through him, and he froze for a few moments as my digits finished their journey. I held still too, lessening the draws on his cock, humming lightly against his flesh, and using my free hand to soothe him.

“Ye okay, Trys?” I whispered. “I know what ye said, but we can stop if ye want.” I pressed kisses against the faint ridges of his hipbones. My own groin ached with need.

He sucked a deep breath down into his lungs and then lifted his hips, pressing himself against my hand and causing my fingers to shift slightly inside of him.

“S’fine,
morethanfine
.” His words strung together as I moved my fingers once again. “Holy fuck, Ide,” he groaned as I spread him, but he didn’t stop thrusting against me.

I was dissolving into a mass of strung out nerves, and I was still fully clothed. I just tried to concentrate on my hands and mouth. I glanced up occasionally to check Trystan’s face, swallowing down a wash of desire each time I did. At some point I stopped, at some point I stripped, and usually I took that time to calm myself the fuck back down. But it didn’t help, because Trystan arched up off the bed as I pulled out of him, and then he lay sprawled and panting across my bed, holding my eyes in his as I stripped.

“
Hurrythefuckup
,” he breathed as he lay there, hands clenched, body coated in sweat, breaths tugging through parted lips, eyes half-closed with lust. His cock was coated in my saliva and dripped with that delicious bitter chocolate-flavored precum of his.

I sucked down a mouthful of air as I got back between his legs; rolling the condom on had been a nightmare. I pulled him down toward me, hitching his legs up on either side of my chest. I used more lube, enjoying the way he shuddered as I slipped my fingers just inside of him. It was like dying from something beautiful. I was so far gone the pleasure had blurred into something hot and tense, and as I finally slipped the tip of my cock between his ass cheeks, it was me who was grimacing at the little shocks of pleasure that were so intense they overloaded my nerves, shifting it through to pain.

“Ide… oh fuck… please, Ide, I need to come….”

The sound that tore from my throat was a confused mess of noises as my head and body warred about what they wanted.

Begging… holy fuck that was what I’d wanted and that was what I got, and sweet, blissful, boiling hell, it was so fricking hard to go slow as he moaned and pleaded with me.

I groaned and leaned forward, mashing my hand over his lips.

“Please stop,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need as my cock head rested against his ass and I fought the incessant jerking of my hips as my body sought its release.

“Shitting hell.” I mangled something that didn’t make any sense as he lengthened his spine, pressing his ass down, and the hot warmth of him spread over me. At the same time he rolled his head, his lips catching on the edge of my fingers to draw them inside his mouth. He sucked on my fingers, and I simply obeyed, pressing my hips forward, urging my cock into his ass as he drew my fingers between his lips. His teeth bared around my digits, worrying my skin, he hissed in a breath as his muscles clenched around my cock, dragging me in deeper.

“Shh, relax.” My voice was strained, and I was unsure whether I was telling myself or Trystan. I pressed my finger against his tongue, massaging it gently, as with my other hand I stroked his hips and thighs and down to soothe the thick ring of muscle that was currently the only thing between me and coming right then, before I was even halfway in.

“Nnn.” He panted around my fingers, his teeth pressed firmly against my flesh and his body a twitching mass of tension as I finally filled him.

“Ye okay?” I was as breathless as he was. “I’m going t’ wait, so get yer, fuck….”

My fingers curled against his mouth, pressing into his teeth as my other hand dug deeply into his hip.

And around my fingers and between his breathless sucks of air, Trystan was fucking smirking at me, because he’d just clenched his ass around my cock, and the sudden sensation had nearly driven me over the edge.

“Shut the fuck up and move,” Trystan growled, and the fucker did it again.

“Oh, ye are so fricking dead,” I sneered as I drew most of the way out and slid back in in two smooth, firm strokes.

Holy mother of fricking everything, he was divine.

He shouted something incomprehensible as his back arched up off the bed. I grinned and tugged him roughly forward so his hips were propped up against my thighs, and then I bent over, plucked my fingers from his mouth, wrapped my arm behind his head, and pulled his lips up to mine.

“Relax and breathe slow,” I whispered mockingly as I dropped him back against the bed, pulled out, and drove into him again.

Two utterly impossible instructions.

He groaned and shouted and ground back against me as I pushed into him again and again, a little harder each time. His hands were straining forward to clutch at my knees—the only part of me he could reach.

He was so fricking tight and so fricking hot as he writhed underneath me, split around my cock. I could feel every judder of pleasure as I angled myself to assault his prostate with each thrust, over and over. I could hardly breathe for the tension in my body.

“Nnn, Ide, so… fucking… close.” His voice was a mess as he switched between shouting and whispering as I continued my unrelenting assault on his body.

“Oh crap.” That was my limit; the tattered shreds of my self-control disintegrated completely. I wrapped my hand around Trystan’s seeping erection, jerking him off in time with my thrusts. I felt him shudder around me and his cock twitch in my grasp.

“Oh my…
fuuuck
.” The words tore from my throat, almost a scream, as my body dissolved and exploded. And I was lost in one of the best orgasms of my life as Trystan jerked in my hand and spasmed around me as I milked thick hot streams of cum across his chest.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, as we both twitched and shuddered our way down from whatever plane we had driven each other to. I reached down and pressed a kiss against his knee where it was still propped against my chest. And then reluctantly I eased out, leaving Trystan sprawled on the bed while I went to dispose of the condom and get something to clean him up with. He was still lain out with his eyes pressed shut when I got back to the bed, and with a soft smile I cleaned him up. When he was passable, I climbed up next to him and tucked my body in next to his.

“Ye okay?”

“Mmm, that was… intense.” He lifted one eyelid and glowered at me. “Can we not draw it out so much next time? A week is a little excessive, hmm?”

I chortled at him, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips. “Talking about next time already?” I pulled gently at his lips, still smiling as I leaned away and propped myself up on one elbow.

“Urgh, how did you do this every day?” He winced as he tried to sit up, and I laughed at him a little.

“Seriously? Because I’ve been having sex for years; ye get used to it, idiot. Well, actually every day for a week was… sore, but what can I say: ye just make me a little crazy.”

“I make you crazy? I just let a guy stick his dick up my ass,
that’s
crazy.”

“‘A guy’? Why, Trys, ye could break a boy’s heart with that cold attitude.”

“I’ll break more than your heart,” he growled, and I ended up laughing at him again as he tried to reach for me and ended up just wincing and lying back down.

I took pity on him and wrapped my hands around his shoulders, rolling him over so he was lying on top of me. I liked the way our bodies fit, hip to hip, chest to chest, lips to lips.

I just liked Trystan, more than liked him.

“Hey, Trys?” I whispered as he stared down at me, his brown eyes like satin in the low light and his hand curled around my head. “Don’t leave me, okay? Yer’ve fucked me over completely with yer smirks and yer too-cool-for-school understanding of all the shit in my life. Ye need t’ take responsibility for yer actions.”

I swallowed slowly and reached up to kiss him again, slower this time, letting my hand drift up to feel the tousled strands of his hair, down his neck and back, still flushed and slightly damp from our sex, then down to dance ever so lightly over the no-doubt sore globes of his ass.

He chuckled at me as I broke the kiss.

“You think I’d let any old hot as hell, gorgeous, sexy guy who likes all the same shit as me fuck me in the ass?”

“Well from experience, ye do tend t’ just throw yerself at them,” I replied, trying not to smirk quite as much as Trystan was.

His smile fell away just a little. “Promise me: promise me you’ll tell Dan, promise you’ll call him tomorrow and explain to him that you’re with me now, that you’re serious about me, and you’re not going to be able to play those games with him. I don’t mind you staying friends with him, with anyone, I’ll trust you. Just promise me you’ll do it… and I’ll tell you.”

I stared up at him, and that wash of tension flooded through me, drowning my nerves with tingling light like the static of a summer evening, charged and ready for the storm of all storms to hit.

“I’ll call him. Pass me my phone. I’ll do it right now.”

He shook his head gently and pressed his lips briefly against mine. “No, you should go and talk to him face to face. Just promise you’ll do it tomorrow.”

“I promise.”

He grinned at me. “Then here you go.” He leaned down and pressed a long, slow kiss to my lips, stretching it out to dust kisses across my jaw and down my neck and up to my ear. Then he tucked his head in next to mine, relaxing over me, and despite being bigger than me, he wasn’t heavy, just warm and nice.

“I’ll take responsibility for turning you into a normal person, Ide. Because despite the fact that you drive me a little crazy, or maybe because of it, I’ve rather foolishly fallen in love with you.” He whispered into the crook of my neck, “Mmm? I love you, is that all right?”

Shitting hell. It almost hurt: the feelings in my chest and the urgent, too-fast beating of my heart, and the way my blood felt too big for my veins. It was verging on agony. But I didn’t want it to stop.

I wanted this feeling, and I wanted the man who made me feel it. I wanted to keep him all for myself, and I desperately wanted to accept the warm wash of certainty that maybe it wasn’t just me that was different. This crazy man who had dominated my life and thoughts and bed, who had trusted me with such nonchalance in that smug smirk of his, as if it were only natural that I would only want him—maybe he was different.

“Ye probably shouldn’t,” I murmured back as I let my arms slip around his back, hugging him against me.

“I know, but I do.”

“Well I guess it’s okay,” I said so softly the words almost didn’t leave my lips, but he was pressed so tightly against me he could hear anyway. “Because I probably love ye too.”

“I’m glad you’re not making me bribe it out of you this time.” He tried to sound amused, but there was a breathlessness to his words that made me think more of relief.

I twisted my head slightly so I could press a kiss into the small sliver of his face that wasn’t buried against my neck.

“Hey, ye were the idiot that decided t’ fall in love with a head case like me,” I replied.

“Indeed. What kind of guy falls in love with his childhood tormenter?”

“Messed-up ones,” I replied with a grin. “Unless the childhood tormentor turns into a sexy, open-minded Adonis.”

He chuckled lightly against me and then finally rolled his head to one side, meeting my gaze with his. He was smiling, and it was definitely still a smirk, but it was so warm and somehow tender as he reached forward to catch my lips with his, kissing me softly and deeply while his hand tangled possessively through my hair.