Love Lessons (27 page)

This was what Kelly had thought of sex being: an extension of the movie kiss, of letting go and getting lost in somebody, and his few forays into it so far, that theory was holding water. Except at the same time he was also realizing it wasn’t that simple, at least not with Walter. It wasn’t just their heavy, nearly nuclear discussion before he’d successfully gotten Walter’s hand into his pants. If Kelly was a greased fish, Walter was a machine operating on halting gears. One minute he’d carry on blowing Kelly’s mind, and then he’d stop, his movements retreating and hesitant, like he’d remembered what he was doing. It was unexpected and strange.

Weirder still, though, was Kelly’s growing conviction this wasn’t, as he’d initially feared, Walter being awkward because Kelly was a virgin. Whatever this was seemed to be all about Walter. Something that, Kelly had to assume, didn’t get in the way when Walter was taking random guys back to their rooms. Something messed up that only came out with Kelly.

It was a backhanded compliment, basically.
I can only be this fucked up in bed with you.
What Kelly couldn’t decide was what he should do about it.

He went with instinct, and instinct told him he should under no circumstances let Walter end their make-out session. Which meant he had to be the seducer in this particular scenario, which—well, God help them both.

Kelly decided his first order of business was to get them onto the floor so he could climb on top. If they had a real dorm room, all they’d need to do was kick the rocker out of the way and get busy, but in their crowded space, lying beneath the loft involved bending their knees or contorting into L shapes. If they lay stacked and didn’t mind whacking their elbows, they could lie in front of the fridge with their feet toward the door, but it also meant lying on top of the extension cord. Really, the only place to make out was on Walter’s bed.

So they’d move there.

Wriggling out of Walter’s arms, Kelly stood, grabbed his pants with one hand and Walter’s hand with the other. “Come on,” he said, out of breath, and hauled Walter over to the futon. When Walter had that look again, like he was going to launch into another lecture about how Kelly should keep himself pure or some other bullshit, Kelly grimaced and shoved his boyfriend onto the mattress. “No talking,” he declared. “I’m going to ravish you.”

As he’d intended, this made Walter laugh. He relaxed too, easing back onto his elbows and letting his legs fall apart. “Do you even know how?”

Kelly shrugged. “Feel free to offer pointers.” When Walter got
that look
, though, Kelly held up a warning finger. “Just remember. One wrong move, and you’ll have to figure out where I hid my EpiPen.”

But they were right back to annoying noble sacrifice, because Walter sobered. “Kelly,” he began.

Kelly pushed his pants to the floor.

He got so embarrassed he was dizzy, but the move was worth it because oh yeah, did Walter shut up. Riding the wave of success, Kelly stripped his T-shirt off too, and before he could retreat into self-consciousness, he climbed on top of Walter, sitting naked on his lap and bracing his hands on either side of Walter’s head. Kelly was fully naked, except for his socks, and Walter was fully clothed. Probably he should have simply kissed him and gotten to business, but he couldn’t check the compulsion to study his lover’s face. Kelly didn’t figure it got a whole lot more vulnerable than climbing naked on top of your reluctant partner. He needed reassurance.

Walter’s expression was a good start. He appeared to be battling reservation and lust, and lust was winning. His hands skimmed down Kelly’s sides, his gaze fixed on Kelly’s cock lying erect on Walter’s stomach. When he gripped Kelly’s hips, Kelly’s elbows buckled, and he lowered himself to Walter’s mouth.

The kiss was hot and greedy and extra erotic with Walter’s hands—no more hesitance, not even a little—roving over Kelly’s ass and thighs. Because Kelly had his knees on either side of Walter’s legs, his cheeks were spread—he thought of the porn video and the way the bartender fingered and licked the waiter. Just thinking about Walter doing that to him made his balls draw up tight and his dick get so hard he feared he’d come before anything happened.
Focus,
he reminded himself. This had to be about Walter.

At the moment Walter seemed to be doing fine. He had control of the kiss, nibbling and thrusting and making Kelly whimper, but the real stars of the show were Walter’s fingers, which were drifting up and down Kelly’s crack, teasing closer and closer to his ass. They never made it to the place Kelly wanted them most, though, only came close and only a few times. Eventually Kelly moaned into Walter’s mouth, shuddered and lifted himself enough to speak.

“Please,” he begged. “Please, please. Touch me.”

Walter’s fingers brushed close enough to stimulate the downy hair, but that was all. “What else, baby?” Walter teased again, his mouth mimicking the light touch at Kelly’s neck. “How far are we going tonight?”

To the moon and back.
Kelly thrust into Walter’s belly, the sweet friction sending lightning up his spine. “I want to feel your mouth on me,” Kelly whispered. “Your hands on me.” His heart thumped hard, an erratic beat that clanged at the back of his throat. “In me.”

Walter huffed against Kelly’s neck in response, his fingers brushing Kelly’s entrance. It made Kelly jolt, whimper and shiver. When Walter touched him again more deliberately, Kelly turned his head and found Walter’s mouth.

He wasn’t thinking anymore. He couldn’t. All Kelly could do was push back on Walter’s fingers and dive into his mouth. He was aware of his nudity, of his hardness scraping the waistband of Walter’s jeans, his nipples, hard and pert, brushing hard against Walter’s shirt. He wanted more skin, needed it. He pulled off Walter’s mouth and leaned back, working at Walter’s shirt. The motion, though, had the effect of making him sit on Walter’s hand. The tip of the finger that had been teasing him pushed a little ways inside, and Kelly froze, eyes wide and locked on Walter’s. When Walter tried to withdraw, Kelly tensed his sphincter and clamped a hand on his arm.

“Don’t,” he whispered. He clenched again, feeling the finger still there. He shivered, and his cock bobbed with a new swell of blood. “Oh God.”

“We need lube.” Walter’s voice was rough, and it thrilled Kelly.

“Where?” God, that
finger
. It was so different than touching himself. More than anything in the world, Kelly wanted it to push inside. “Where is it?”

Walter jerked his head toward the plastic crate serving as his nightstand. “Tube right there. Black.”

Kelly leaned over and pawed through, trying to find it. Walter didn’t take his finger out, which was good but distracting, especially when he pushed deeper, making Kelly clench and falter, knocking over the box of tissues. That turned out to be good, because the lube was behind it. Grabbing it, he pulled himself back onto the futon.

Walter had gone quiet, his gaze dark. Kelly wanted to please him, to do whatever he needed to keep this going. Placing the lube on Walter’s chest, Kelly’s fingers trailed over the T-shirt.

“What should I do?” Kelly asked, aware of that fingertip. He kept his gaze on Walter.

Walter took the lube with his free hand, the other pulling out. Kelly could feel him fumbling from behind, and his cock and balls got heavier thinking about what was coming next. Even anticipating it, though, he gasped and jerked when the slick, cool fingers pressed against him.

Walter laughed, still massaging. “It says it’s self-warming, but it’s always cold at first.” He teased Kelly’s opening, and Kelly drew in a sharp breath. Walter watched Kelly’s face carefully. “You’re okay?”

Not as good as I’ll be when you push inside me.
“Uh-huh.”

Then the finger pushed back in, faster, deeper, slicker, and Kelly lost his mind.

He made soft noises, moved back and forth against Walter, gasping and clutching at the mattress and blindly seeking Walter’s mouth. When he found it, he plunged in, kissing him hard and desperate, moaning as Walter began to thrust in and out of him.

It blew Kelly’s mind, blew it clean out of his skull. So slick, so hot, so…wicked wonderful he thought he’d die. He took Walter deeper, chasing what he wanted, and eventually he got it—Walter pushed in deep, so deep, tickling him from the inside, seeking, seeking—

Walter’s fingers brushed something, something small and wired to every nerve in Kelly’s body, and he came unglued.

The kisses became carnal, Kelly whimpering and thrusting with his tongue even as he spread his knees, taking Walter in deeper. Sharper pressure told him a second finger had come into play, and Kelly shook with the joy of it. He grabbed Walter’s shoulders and pulled on him, trying to draw him closer, trying to…something, he didn’t know, just knew he wanted to eat Walter alive and take him so far inside he couldn’t ever get out.

Somehow Kelly ended up on his back—he had one last glimpse of Walter’s dark, seriously fucking sexy face before he bent his head and took Kelly’s nipple into his mouth. Kelly cried out and clutched at Walter’s shoulders, digging in as the fingers inside him started thrusting again, fucking him slowly. Kelly whimpered. He didn’t want slow. He wanted more, harder, deeper—

He didn’t realize he’d been yelling that out loud until Walter put a hand over his mouth. “Shh,” Walter said, then licked Kelly’s nipple, making him cry out. Kelly groaned into Walter’s fingers. Walter teased the sensitive tip with his teeth, and Kelly all but arched off the futon. When he came back down, he was shaking.

Walter nuzzled his way to Kelly’s pecs. “Too much?” His voice was rough. “Do we need to slow down?”

Kelly wanted to beat him about the head. He settled for pulling on his hair. “No.” He did his best to swallow Walter’s fingers with his ass. He felt wild, unchained. He felt like everything he’d waited his whole life for was right here, right in front of him, and he longed to grab it and never let it go. He yanked Walter’s mouth to his and gave him a carnal kiss before whispering against his mouth, “Fuck me. Please.
Please.
”

Walter kissed him back hard, but when he lifted his head, he said, “No.” Kelly dug his fingers in, but Walter pinned him with his forehead. “Shh. Not yet.”

“Walter
you have to
.” Kelly was whining, but he didn’t even care. He bit Walter’s bottom lip.

Walter let him, then caught Kelly’s upper lip and treated it in kind. “I want to go slow.”

“
I don’t.
I’ve gone slow enough.” Kelly let out a frustrated breath. “Why are you doing this to me? Why will you fuck everyone else but not me?”

“Because you matter.” Walter ducked his head and nuzzled Kelly’s ear, but it wasn’t sexy. More needy, insecure. “You matter so much, Kelly.”

Too stunned to reply, all Kelly could do was kiss Walter back.

The kiss went on and on, slow and sultry, like a banked fire. Kelly felt dizzy, but only a little of it was what Walter did to him. Most of the spinning inside his head was what he’d heard.
You matter so much, Kelly.
Even remembered, the words made Kelly melt.

He slid his hands inside Walter’s shirt, needing to feel his skin—he traced his hands down Walter’s chest, over Walter’s back, into his waistband.
You matter. You matter.
He fumbled with Walter’s fly, trying to be suave, trying to be quick too so Walter couldn’t tell him no—Walter didn’t say no. He lifted his hips to give Kelly better access. But he never broke contact with Kelly’s mouth.

He hissed when Kelly took him in hand, his fingers pushing in a little deeper. Thrusting into Kelly’s grip, he broke from Kelly’s mouth, breathing hard. Kelly kept stroking him.

“Tell me you want to, at least,” Kelly whispered. “That you want to fuck me.”

In answer, Walter nipped his neck. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” He sucked at Kelly’s ear, moving his fingers and hips in time to each other. “I meant to blow you tonight. I meant to make it amazing, but you keep making me lose my focus, you’re so hot.”

Kelly shut his eyes and thrust too—his penis was caught between the back of his hand and Walter’s cock in a snug little pocket. God, he bet they’d feel good together. “I want to blow you too. I want to do everything.” He brushed a breathy kiss against Walter’s hair. “Mostly I want you to never tell me we shouldn’t do this, ever again.” He paused. “I’m not sure that came out right.”

“I know what you meant. And I promise. You’re too good and I’m too bad. If you’re this determined that I corrupt you, I can’t say no, only drag it out a little.” Walter nipped his ear, then drew on the lobe. “Get the lube beside me on the bed. Put some in your hand and grab us both together.”

Oh yeah, that was a plan. Kelly fumbled to comply—tricky, one-handed. “You have too many clothes on.”

Walter laughed, a low, dark sound. “It’s hot, having my clothes on with you naked.”

“Except for socks,” Kelly pointed out, and rubbed one against the back of Walter’s shin.

“That’s my favorite part.” Walter lifted up as Kelly slipped a lubed-up hand between them. As Kelly took their cocks in hand, Walter winced and abruptly pulled out of Kelly.

“Hey,” Kelly complained, pausing mid-stroke.

“One moment please.” Walter shimmied as he wiggled his jeans over his ass. Then he sighed in relief. “Okay. You were right, less clothes. A zipper on my balls does not sexy make.”

Kelly laughed, though he stopped when Walter’s fingers found him again. “Ooh.”