Shiny! (17 page)

“Oh holy God,” he muttered, grasping Will’s cock and realizing that his finger and thumb didn’t touch. “You were
not
kidding!” His glare at Will was faintly accusatory, because… oh my
God
!

He could see the blush travelling under the fair skin below Will’s neck and above the middle of his arms. It hit his throat first and then spread in patches across his chest and abdomen. Kenny started kissing the edges of the pink blotches, and the hiss of Will’s breath told him he was doing okay.

“Gif’s skinnier,” Will said, and Kenny suckled on a tan nipple until he heard a satisfying grunt. He released Will’s flesh, and oh, it was tasty, salty, sweet, and Will.

“Gif’s not here,” Kenny mumbled against the dividing line between his pecs. “Will’s here, and he’s better company.”

“Oh wow, that’s better than I imagined,” Will breathed, and Kenny went to sink to his knees, but Will stopped him. “On the bed,” he said, nodding.

Kenny smirked at him a little. “For a guy who’s never done this before, you’re awfully bossy.”

Will shook his head. “I’ve had sex before,” he insisted. “It may have been girls, but that’s what made it sex. It was hands and mouths and… and
things
,
but it wasn’t the right person.”

Kenny had to close his eyes. “Me too,” he said, and they both knew he wasn’t talking about girls.

“It’s the right person,” Will said softly, seriously.

“Me too.” And oh, it was. This guy wasn’t anyone to mess with. This wasn’t a quick fuck with a lingering relationship. This was the first guy since he was twelve years old and came out (and came on to) his ex-best friend who gave a shit about what Kenny Scalia said, or how he thought, or what sort of drawings he did.

This was the first guy in his life who ever
got
Kenny in a way that made Kenny happy just to sit next to him on the couch.

They were standing so close, Kenny could feel the heat from Will’s body, the faint sheen of sweat from the time he’d spent outside, and every breath he took brought Will’s chest just close enough to brush the few silky black hairs on Kenny’s. Will cupped his chin, and suddenly Kenny was face to face with the most important man in his life since his father.

“So it’s not like sex,” Will said, that sweet smile on his face. “It’s like dancing. If you want it to be special, all you have to do is hold me and dance.”

And with that, Will wrapped his arms around Kenny’s waist, bending down a little to make fit. Kenny placed his hands on Will’s shoulders, and they rubbed together, skin to skin, and kissed, made out naked, standing in Kenny’s room, until Kenny’s entire body sang and he needed so many things at once he was breathless with it.

“Lie down,” he panted. “Lie down, and I want to—” He clenched his fingers against the hard muscles of Will’s pecs. “God, I’ve wanted to grope your chest since we
met
,” he complained. “Can I just
touch
you?”

And like that, the awkwardness was gone, and the “who bossed who around” part too. Without breaking contact, Kenny pulled the cover back and then scrambled into bed, fully aware that Will was right behind him.

The sheets were cool and clean against his skin, and Kenny held out his arms until Will could get comfortable again. They kissed and kissed until it got frantic, and more passionate, and the touch of Will’s body just
fed
Kenny, made his cock hard, made his groin throb with every skate of lips or hands or skin against skin. Kenny scooted close enough to grind against Will, craving the touch of their flesh together, and Will dropped his hand between them and grasped both of their cocks.

Of course he did that, Kenny thought deliriously. Of course he did. Kenny wouldn’t have been able to fit both their members in one of his hands, but Will could do it. Kenny arched his back, driving his cock in Will’s grip, and Will squeezed a little tighter. Both of them were drooling precome, and when the fluid, hot and slippery, hit Kenny’s cockhead, he groaned into Will’s mouth.

Oh, this was not what he’d had in mind. He wanted to taste Will, wanted to suck him so good, wanted to grease himself up and sit on that fat prick and make them both scream—

The images ran through his mind, making him hotter, but nothing could have pulled him away from this frantic, grasping, clutching frottage that Gif would have laughed at but Kenny didn’t ever want to end.

Will’s groan—low, sexy, totally helpless—was Kenny’s only warning, and he wrenched himself out of Will’s grasp to get his head in position to take Will’s cock in his mouth as Will jacked himself off. Oh God, it was bigger, and tastier, and just… just
Will
.
It was all the things he’d dreamed of when yearning for Will, but better and more fulfilling, because it was really him.

Will groaned, and his come spewed sweet and bitter and salty—Kenny knew this taste, but it had never been this good. He swallowed, because he’d practiced, but even more, because it was an offering.

No man had ever done this with William Lafferty before. No man had ever sucked that thing into the back of his throat and swallowed. No man had ever seen the parts of Will that Kenny had just memorized by touch, and Kenny—who had never given a rat’s ass where his partners had been as long as they wore a rubber when they got to Kenny—was suddenly possessive of that.

Will was his. Of all the people who could have hit Kenny’s garbage can, Kenny got funny, kind Will Lafferty, and he was going to suck, lick, bite, and hickeyfy whatever parts of that tan-and-white body he needed to in order to keep this man in his bed.

The thought made him come just from rutting against the bedsheet, and even as the stars exploded behind his own eyes, he didn’t stop sucking Will’s cock.

Will groaned and started to shake, because everything in Kenny’s mouth was now tender, thoroughly used and made clean by Kenny, who was reluctant to ever let it go.

He did, though, and pulled up to kiss Will, come still riming his lips like salt on a margarita glass. Will apparently didn’t care. He kissed Kenny, plundered his mouth, and tasted his own seed, grunting in satisfaction. Their breath eased before they gave up the kiss, and Kenny wiped his mouth on the sheets before smiling.

“Hold each other and dance, huh?”

Will smiled dazedly. “Well, maybe we should save dancing like that for private,” he breathed, and Kenny nodded with enthusiasm.

“My thoughts
exactly
.”

They kissed again, in communication, but as they pulled away, Kenny knew the sex was still waiting, but now the communication mattered.

He pulled back from the kiss and felt Will’s fingertips tickling the curve of his neck to his shoulder.

“What?” Kenny smiled, and Will stroked it again.

“Is it stupid, that it’s all magic to me?”

Kenny shook his head. “No,” he whispered. Surprisingly, their next kiss generated some heat, and the next, and the next, because touching Will without heat, without tenderness, without
heart
, turned out to be something Kenny absolutely could not do.

T
HEY
NEVER
did “do the thing”—the scary thing that so attracted and horrified Will after dumping over the trash can. They had, instead, kissed and frotted and sucked and stroked just like new lovers, like teenagers, still exploring. Eventually they stopped and showered, and Kenny fed them something simple.

It had to be simple—Will was still in his boxers and his T-shirt, and Kenny was still in his boxers, and neither of them were dressed to either cook or eat a gourmet meal.

So they ate Asian noodles over the sink and talked softly, never separating far enough that touch was out of the question.

“How long have you known?” Kenny asked, making sure his mouth was full so Will couldn’t hear his hurt.

“The day after we met,” Will said, his own mouth full—probably just from hunger. “You gave me that book—turned out to be a good investment. I’d never really looked at porn before. Would you believe it? Cocks make me hard and those other parts don’t?”

Will’s (full) mouth quirked up, inviting Kenny in on the joke, but he couldn’t feel it.

“But you never
said
anything,” he wailed, feeling absurdly left out.

Will sighed and swallowed the rest of his mouthful. “I know. And I’m sorry. But I didn’t want to do what you just thought I was doing—imprint on the first gay man to ever answer my questions. So, you know, I stroked off a lot on my own time, and you and I got to be friends, and the more I was around you, the more I knew—”

“Knew what?” Kenny said, hungry for the words again, even if Will had already said them.

Will set his mostly empty bowl down and moved into Kenny’s body, framing his hips with those big hands of his. “I knew that yeah, I was gay, and yeah, I was attracted to men. But what I felt for
you
wasn’t just attraction, it was the whole nine yards. It was attraction and friendship and partnership and….”

He trailed off and blushed, and Kenny thought that maybe it was too early for either of them to say it, even if that was what they were thinking. Too many new things to talk about, too many new things to do. So they finished their noodles and went back to the bedroom and did some more of those new things, and then they lay naked and replete in Kenny’s bed and watched something stupid on television like they were an old married couple, and the old married things made them just as happy too.

Kenny wondered, as he closed his eyes and snuggled backward into Will’s body, how long this would last.

T
HE
FIRST
month was sort of delirious. It just… it was
so perfect
.

Will worked on his web-design business while Kenny was at work, and by the time Kenny got home, Will would be waiting. Kenny would greet him at the door with a kiss. Then they’d put Will’s bike in the garage and proceed to talk about their days as they got dinner ready. Sometimes Will brought takeout, and sometimes he brought ingredients, and sometimes Kenny had something planned, but the food was incidental. It was the conversation that was the crux of the thing, and afterward, it was the highly satisfying work they did together on their graphic novel.

When they’d worked long enough, they’d stand and stretch, and… and Kenny didn’t even remember who started it most of the time. It would be Will brushing the back of his neck with thick, fluttery fingers, or Kenny reaching out to slide a hand down Will’s hip. And then there would be kissing, glorious kissing, scads and scads of kissing, until they had kissed each other naked and were rolling around on the bed, kissing and sucking and coming.

It was
awesome
, but that didn’t mean Kenny didn’t want to get Will to try that other thing too. Kenny had been reamed too many times—and loved it—to think full-bore penetration should be something to give up because Will was plug shy.

So one day, while squirming in his cubicle, thinking of the many things he and Will had yet to teach each other about their bodies, he pulled out his phone.

I’m going to be a little late tonight. Gotta make a stop.

He waited a moment and then added,
And bring the stuff in the little striped bag.

What he got back was
???

You heard me! We’re gonna do some experimentation. We need tools and lubricant, just like working on a car.

There was a pause.

Do you want a banana in your tailpipe?

And because he was Will, and he didn’t pout, and he was as excited as a puppy to learn new things, Kenny could answer him truthfully.

God, yes. Please.

Your kink is my command.

Oh Jesus, he loved this guy. He really,
really
loved this guy!

I love you so much.

!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh fuck. He’d said that. He hadn’t just said that, he’d
texted
it, and there it would sit, for posterity, to mock him. Kenny hadn’t learned when he walked in on his boyfriend boning another guy, because he’d fallen for the next straight guy who came along, and here he was, teaching the straight guy how to be gay, and he’d fallen for him like an idio—

Stop freaking out. I love you too. I would especially love to say that in person.

Kenny looked at the text in surprise, and his heartbeat roared to a hush in his ears.

Me too.

Oh God. He’d confirmed it. He trusted. It was a shock, even to
him
. He trusted. He trusted Will to say it to him, face to face. It was a miracle, that’s what it was. A frickin’ miracle, and he was going to try to fuck that up with sexual playtime?

Good. Will bring striped bag. You get something big and yummy for yourself.

He startled, looking at the text.

Well, maybe he wasn’t going to fuck anything up. Maybe, when the relationship was good and the partner was solid, maybe that was what sex
didn’t
do. Maybe if you were doing it right, sex just made it stronger.

“You okay?”

Cam’s voice almost shocked him out of his bemused, happy little trance.

“Yeah,” he said with a little smile. “Just, you know… doing the dance with the significant other.” Maybe he should actually say “boyfriend.” It wasn’t like Cam had ever said anything actively homophobic.

“Well, yeah—that shit’s important,” Cam said, nodding seriously. “Take ten—you work too goddamned hard.”

Kenny brought him a Dr Pepper at least twice a week, and for his part, when Cam brought his buddies muffins on Friday, he made sure Kenny got one. Kenny hadn’t even
known
Cam did that until this past month.

Kenny smiled at him now. “Well, you know. Maybe it’s time to play a little.” He raised his eyebrows and Cam lifted his soda in toast.

“Amen!” he said.

Kenny squirmed in his seat and thought about Will and the little striped bag.

“A
men
.”