Spark (28 page)

“That might not be a bad thing. Parents have an awful tendency to talk only about their kids, avoiding all other aspects of their lives. Well, at least when their kids are really young.”

Hugo’s laugh sounded good to Kevin, so he turned to face him. “We have some time alone. Anything you want to do?”

Hugo lowered his head and looked up at Kevin through his lashes, all shy, nervous beauty reflected in moonlight.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” The words just slipped out.

“You too,” whispered Hugo “Would it be okay if I kissed you out here… with your neighbors and all?”

Kevin thought quickly, not concerned about the neighbors so much this late at night, but he didn’t want Brooke to see. She probably wasn’t asleep quite yet. Her bedroom was on the other side of the house, though. He licked his lips and bent down to press against Hugo’s mouth, soft and tender, their damp lips clinging until Hugo opened and gave Kevin’s lips and tongue a light caress.

A door slammed somewhere, startling Kevin, who made sure it wasn’t Brooke or Finn. He moved deeper into the shadows of the lake until the halo of yard lights was all but gone. He pulled Hugo along by his long fingers and kissed him again and again until water hit their upper thighs.

They kissed more, this time deeper, but coming back for soft kisses which nearly tickled. Kevin unbuttoned Hugo’s shirt, slipped it off his shoulders and arms, and tossed it onto the dock.

His skin was so warm and soft under Kevin’s hands, and he wanted to taste it, to put his mouth against Hugo’s neck and chest and just breathe in through his mouth, to have Hugo’s scent wash over his tongue. So Kevin kissed down Hugo’s strong jaw and supple neck, opening his mouth just to the right of the hollow in his throat, not too far away from the silver pendant he’d noticed earlier. He drank Hugo in, pulling in scent and flavor and releasing damp air.

Hugo allowed it, not questioning what Kevin was doing as he moved to a new spot and did the same thing, while Hugo wrestled Kevin’s shirt off of him. Kevin was grateful. His shirt was tossed to join Hugo’s on the dock before Kevin started pulling Hugo deeper in the water.

“You know,” Hugo said in a breathy voice, “Hollywood has us all snowed, making us all think sex in oceans and lakes and streams is a good idea, but it’s a little… uncomfortable.”

“Just let me jerk you off,” Kevin begged, his cock already so hard it was straining against his waistband and trying to escape out the top.

“It’s gonna chafe, especially if you keep pulling us further into the water. I don’t have the give you do with all that beautiful foreskin you have.”

Hugo laughed at what must have looked like desperation on Kevin’s face, but Kevin glanced around and saw they were getting close to the middle of the dock, and water was lapping against his balls. He wanted,
needed
something before Hugo left, before Hugo walked away again, possibly into oblivion.

“Then we’ll… dammit.”

“Here. I know,” Hugo said as if he suddenly had a wonderful idea. He reached down and untied Kevin’s board shorts so he could push them down to free Kevin’s hard cock. Then he did the same with his own trunks but pushed them all the way over his ass and threw them to the dock where they landed with a wet splat. Not to be outdone, Kevin stripped too and tossed his board shorts on the dock.

Hugo wrapped his fingers around Kevin’s length, pushed back his foreskin, and stroked a few times, looking down the entire time. Then he rolled the foreskin back over Kevin’s cock, tugging it over the head, practically massaging it with his finger and thumb. Kevin groaned, loving the feel.

“You like that; when I tug?” Hugo asked.

“Yeah,” Kevin panted, and Hugo pulled again, a little harder this time. This was amazing. Kevin looked down and watched Hugo tug and then let go so Kevin’s foreskin bunched and furled without letting his cock head peek out.

“You’ve always liked a little bit of pain with your pleasure, from what I remember.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had pain with pleasure.

“Do you ever pull your foreskin when you masturbate?

“Can’t say I ever have,” Kevin chuckled.

“What a waste.”

Hugo gently fingered across his own slit, picking up slick moisture and slid inside Kevin’s foreskin, circling around the head. It sent pleasure sensations rushing throughout Kevin’s body, and his reactions couldn’t be restrained. Kevin’s nipples pebbled to hard points, and his breath was taken away.

“See? Look at that responsiveness. So many nerve endings I don’t have on my poor little cut cock.” Hugo’s lower lip pushed out into a mock pout.

“I’d say you’re far from little.” Kevin reached for Hugo’s cock to make his point. “And I’ll do anything I can to make you
not
feel deprived.” He was shocked with the words coming out of his mouth, but when he stopped to think about it, he realized his statement was true. Hugo had given him more than Hugo even knew, and Kevin would show him, demonstrate to him how important he was in Kevin’s worldview.

“Kiss me?” Hugo didn’t ask with desperation, but with something akin to longing, to yearning.

Kevin leaned in, brow bunching as Hugo continued to finger inside Kevin’s foreskin. It felt good, really good.

“There,” Hugo said, pleased as he looked down to Kevin’s prick, pushing the foreskin back and squeezing his length. “That’s a nice little bead of precome.” His thumb spread it over the head, and Kevin looked down, loving how he could see Hugo’s hand moving against him and the way Hugo licked his lips.

When several more drops were squeezed out of the tip of Kevin’s cock, Hugo started rubbing the heads of their cocks together, making them kiss, mixing natural lube. Then Hugo snugged Kevin’s foreskin over both of them so it reached beyond the rim of Hugo’s cock. It felt good. Tight. Kevin’s foreskin locked them together, and Hugo’s tight grip aided in the sensation.

Somehow they had gone from teasing with oversensitive touches to something new Kevin had no name for. The head of Hugo’s cock was
inside
Kevin’s fricking foreskin, and Kevin felt it not only on his head but rubbing on the inside of that oft-forgotten skin. Perhaps ever-forgotten was a better term because no one, not even high school Hugo played with Kevin’s foreskin like that. Maybe high school Hugo had no clue what to do with foreskin, but now
he knew what to do, and he was doing the something nameless right.

“What are you doing?” Kevin could hear the wonder in his voice as Hugo continued to rub their cocks held tight.

“Docking,” Hugo whispered as the sensations became more intense.

“Shit. That’s amazing. I’ve never felt anything quite like it. How’d you get that idea?” Kevin was shocked, not just with the newness of it, but the slick slide that was just getting more slippery as they barely moved together under Hugo’s grip, their cocks adding more and more natural lubrication.

Hugo laughed but then forced his forehead into Kevin’s chest when something he did apparently took his breath away.

“I threw my shirt on the dock, and it just came to me. I’ve never tried it before because I’ve been with only a few guys who were uncut. But never like this. Fuck!”

“Well, it’s fucking… brilliant! Genius!”

“Yeah. Shit. I’m fucking your dick!”

Kevin closed his eyes and just felt the new sensation. “Fuck my dick,” he said and then realized how absolutely ridiculous he sounded. Somehow Hugo didn’t laugh, and Kevin was able to let his embarrassing words go.

They allowed silence to descend upon them once again and just concentrated on the sensations. The sounds of the water as Hugo worked Kevin’s foreskin over them and stroked his length, the waves washing up on shore, the cooling air on their wet skin, splashes of water. And the scent of Hugo, so powerful, so strong, seemed to be everywhere but still elusively teasing him.

Kevin wrapped his own fingers around Hugo’s, tightening the hold on their joined heads, and their breathing increased, stilted and loud. He had such a hard time looking away from the sight of them joined.

Kevin wanted to kiss Hugo but couldn’t quite concentrate well enough with Hugo’s cock buried in his own. There was no way. At least no way for a real kiss, and it was infuriating, until Hugo shifted and suddenly all Kevin cared about was his cock again, every single inch of his cock. Lightning seemed to pulse through it. The tight grip, the slight slide of heads, the fact that their cocks were in such intimate contact, the sight of his foreskin somehow enveloping both of them were each like something in a dream. He was close, but he bit his bottom lip and looked into Hugo’s dark eyes, which he knew were blue, so blue they looked like lapis-midnight, and Hugo looked back at him, intense and soft, somehow.

Kevin knew he needed to take hold of their connection, and as soon as he held their docked cocks together, Hugo started to stroke his own shaft, releasing needy sounds and greedy breaths. It was perfect to hear Hugo letting go, the sounds echoing into the night, yet they were somehow swallowed up. Maybe by the darkness. Maybe by the waves.

“Fuck!” Kevin growled with his head thrown back and a sudden intake of breath before he looked back down to see the moonlight illuminate how his foreskin was being used to get them both off. The stretch was wonderful. The fullness. The friction. The heat. He felt like he’d never felt before because his foreskin had always been something to be ashamed of. And here, now, Hugo was fucking worshipping it by filling it.

And the sight. The sight of Hugo getting lost, not only in Kevin’s body, but also within himself. Hugo closed his eyes and licked his lips. He groaned and moaned, and his voice lifted into something that could almost be called keening. Hugo jerked himself faster and faster, and Kevin held them as close as he could, but not as close as he wished they could remain forever.

“I’m….” Hugo moaned. “I’m gonna come. Let go so I can pull out.”

“Just come. Come inside me.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Please come.” Kevin wanted to feel this. He wanted Hugo to fill him. Hugo had already fucked his ass; now he wanted to feel this reward all over his sensitive cock head.

Hugo threw his head back and then quickly returned, slamming his forehead into Kevin’s pectoral muscle, and Kevin felt heat and wetness filling his foreskin, making their cock heads slide so much easier. Hugo stroked Kevin’s head with renewed vigor, eventually pushing Kevin’s foreskin back and using the extra give to coax Kevin into spiraling out of control. Kevin plunged his tongue into Hugo’s mouth as he came, finally able to pull him close enough to taste that mouth again. White-hot fire pulsing through his dick was what he felt, but fire in the best possible sense, simply fueling the kiss Kevin never wanted to pull away from.

They drifted, moving past the end of the dock until they were waist-deep in water, feet planted on the silty bottom of the lake. Kevin drew Hugo’s legs around his waist and held him close, loving the feel of warm skin under his palms, loving the kisses they both refused to pull away from, loving the feel of Hugo’s firm chest against his own.

It had been so long. So long since Kevin had felt such freedom, such intimacy. He felt put back together, somehow. It made no sense. How could something like this—coming together with a man in a lake under the moonlight—make him suddenly feel whole again? He’d been broken for so long, wings clipped, fire burned out. Yet there he was, floating with a man he had loved, with a man he never stopped loving for one second.

Kevin bit back his thoughts before they bubbled up and out of his mouth to scare Hugo away. He wanted so badly to tell Hugo how he felt, but knew better than to share. It was too fast. Far too much. So he settled on pulling Hugo’s bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it as Hugo’s breaths puffed across his face.

With little warning, Hugo pushed away from Kevin and lay back, arms spread, dark hair fanning out in the water. Floating—floating like in a dream. The moon shone down, seeming to light up Hugo’s skin from the inside.

Hugo floated, using Kevin’s hips as his anchor, and it was awe-inspiring: closed eyes, a kiss-worn mouth, relaxed muscles that seemed to be all fucked out.

Kevin watched as water touched and retreated from Hugo’s skin, all the while trying to maintain relaxed breaths so Hugo wouldn’t hear how affected Kevin was by the sight. But that was a silly thought; Hugo’s ears were under water. Yet Kevin worried.

“Hugo,” he whispered, waiting long enough to realize there was no reception of his words. Kevin continued to help support Hugo with his hands spread along his lower back, but he looked up into the sky which was barely interrupted by light pollution like he was so used to in Edina, and he saw light from dazzling stars.

Is this moment real?

He looked back down at Hugo and splayed fingers and a palm across Hugo’s chest, feeling the subtle beat of his heart.

“I love you,” he found the courage to say to the oblivious Hugo, who had his eyes closed off from the world. “And I never stopped.”

A gust of wind slapped against Kevin’s back, and a shock of white caught his eye—his shirt. His shirt blew away and landed in the lake being carried on the current farther and farther away. Kevin smirked and decided to simply let it go. It was only a shirt. When he looked down at the pale skin on Hugo’s chest, the dark nipples barely dusted with hair that matched the sprinkling in the center of his chest, he realized he was holding on to something so much more important.

Kevin kissed Hugo’s stomach, causing Hugo’s eyes to open and a smile to warm his face. He palmed Hugo’s back and pulled him closer so he could feel more, so he could feel more connected. He needed that right then. He needed it more than he’d probably ever needed it in his entire life, and when Hugo’s arms circled around Kevin’s shoulders to draw him even closer, Kevin closed his eyes to the moment.

This. This was right.

Sometimes Fate Knows Better

“W
HAT
do you mean it just floated away?” Hugo sounded incredulous, as if Kevin allowing his shirt to drift with the current of the water around them was something akin to crazy. But Kevin didn’t see it that way at all, not that he could tell Hugo why quite yet. Unless sending Hugo running away as fast as he could was his goal. Then it would’ve been a perfectly executed plan.