Beyond Complicated (14 page)

"No," he whispered. His face tilted close to mine. So close I could feel his breath on me. "I'm pretty sure this is me being serious."

I drew his thumb into my mouth, suckling it gently before releasing his wrist. "You should probably not be doing this," I warned as I pressed a kiss into the palm of his hand. "Because I might take this the wrong way."

"I'm pretty sure you're taking it the right way."

He let his hand drop to my chest and I remembered about the time he worked his fingers under the lapel that I wore just a robe over a pair of flannel pajama pants and nothing else. "Your heart is beating too fast."

"Yeah? I don't know why. I mean it's not like I have a hot man sitting in my lap driving me wild, now is it?" I watched his eyes as he ran his hands over my chest, through the hair that circled my nipple and then finaly there, pinching gently until I couldn't stop the groan. Or things down below from taking notice. How I'd managed that so far was beyond me. "Kel."

"What wil you do if I kiss you?" He smiled a crooked smile, the sparkle in his eyes becoming something darker, more sensuous. Didn't he know he was playing with fire? Fire that would burn us both. He tweaked my nipple again before dropping his hand lower to caress my bely. I caught my breath when he dipped a finger in my navel.

"Don't know. Do you want to kiss me?" I couldn't think about how close his hand was. I wouldn't think about how badly I wanted him to move it lower.

Just a little. He licked his lips. I'm not sure which one of us moved closer. I just knew that his lips were close enough I could touch them if I wanted to.

"I sort of do, yeah. Does that bother you?" We lay like that for a few rapid heartbeats. His fingers a breath away from that part of me that ached for his touch, his lips just a tilt of my head from plundering.

"Scares the shit out of me." I shivered as he ran his fingernail from my navel down that line to the waistband of my pants. He played with the hair there, watching me. His breath caught a couple of times, growing rapid and harsh. His gaze never left mine. I felt a tug at my waist as he loosened the drawstring on my pants. My dick, sensing freedom, stood up to investigate.

"Me too," he admitted after a few moments.

"Been afraid of this for a long time now."

"Of me? Why are you afraid of me?" None of this made sense. The look in his eyes became pained, almost frightened. "Kel?"

"Not of you. I'm afraid of this, this want. I want you. I've wanted to be with you for a long time. Since I first started thinking about sex. No, don't, don't pul away from me, Liam."

He cupped his hand behind my head and held me tight. I guess he saw sense return to my eyes because I don't remember puling away. I was too stunned to think of anything. And then he touched me, just the lightest touch of one fingertip on the top of my dick and I forgot why I was supposed to end this before it began. "Kel?" I had no idea what I should say or do or—oh god, that felt good. His finger circling the tip, slick and wet because it felt so damned good and I wanted him so damned much. "Don't tease me."

He didn't tease, he made good on the threat and kissed me. Hard. Hungry. Greedy. Kissed me until I couldn't breathe. Kissed me until I didn't know my name or his. Lips, hot and wet on mine, sucking me, biting me, fusing to mine. I lowered my arm behind his body and puled him closer to me. My hands tangled in his hair. I found the hoop he wore in one ear and tugged, listening for his moan so that I could swalow the sound. His fingers stroked me under my pants. He grasped me and pumped. I poured pre-cum over his hand. My robe somehow managed to melt away.

Probably literaly. I was on fire. Most likely going to hel, but I didn't realy care. My pants folowed. Deft fingers stripped me while his talented mouth sucked my soul from my throat.

I gripped his hair tighter, puling it in my need to seep into him. That he was stil fuly dressed flitted at the back of my mind but I would have to let his mouth go to take his shirt off and I just didn't have that kind of time.

But then he did it for me. Rose up and puled, our lips parted long enough to discard the unwanted barrier.

"Wil you touch me?" He whispered against my lips.

I wanted to—God, how I wanted to. Touch him. Everywhere. My fingers practicaly tingled from wanting to touch him. I shouldn't touch him. I shouldn't kiss him. God, kissing Kel, I'd never imagined something could be so insanely incredible. Shit, shit, shit.

I reached up and clasped my hand around his throat. Growling in pain or sheer crazed lunacy, I pushed him back against the arm of the chair and held him there. Shock folowed closely by fear entered his eyes as he lay there panting. His lips were so red, so goddamned suckable, fuckable. I wanted to… I had to control this. Had to end this. His flat bely rose and fel rapidly. The hard abs slick and tanned, the tattoo—oh my fucking god, he had a tattoo around his navel, a ring of sun flares. Damned little pagan sun worshiper. I held him even after he reached up and tried to remove my hand. I liked that he was smaler than me. I liked how large my hand was around his neck. He looked smal, frightened. The hard rol beneath his jeans drew my eye.

I could see the head of his dick defined through the fabric and I groaned.

"Just be stil and let me look at you," I said finaly. I shifted in the seat until I loomed over him.

"Okay," he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbed against my hand. His eyes grew nervous and he licked his lips.

"Do you know what you're asking for?" I needed to know without a shadow of a doubt where this was going and if it went there what tomorrow might bring. "Do you have any idea how much fire you're playing with, little boy?"

"I'm not a boy anymore." He licked his lips again, squirming in my lap, his jeans soft on my skin. "I know what I want. Do you?"

"No," I said, ignoring the fact that my dick was so damned hard I thought it might break off at any second. "If we do this, Kel, it could destroy me. Just so you know."

I released my hold on his neck and ran my hand down his tight body to the button on his jeans. I worked it open and stopped, letting my hand rest over his navel.

"There's nothing wrong with loving you this way. I'm an adult, it's my choice who I love. Isn't it?"

"No one wil see it that way. Not one soul." I was completely sober now, and completely out of my mind.

"No one wil ever know. Just you and me.

Please, Liam. Just us." His mouth was on me again, my neck, my shoulders, anywhere he could reach. His hands behind me puling me toward him and I let him.

So damned weak. Just a damned craven coward. Who wanted to fuck his kid. Going to hel. Going to burn so bad for so long. Burn. God, yes, I was on fire. I dragged him across me as I fel back into the seat. His lithe body twisted until he sat across me, legs tight against my thighs.

"Just us," I said as I held his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. "Just us, want you so damned bad. Just you, Kel."

"How long?"

He smiled, his eyes alive with a fever that nearly consumed me. I wanted him. How long? I had no idea.

Maybe a while. It's why I avoided him these last few months. "At your birthday. I wanted you when you came out. I felt it then, something different, a little shiver of carnal."

"That's why you left?" He traced his hands along my arms, up and down until I shivered and rocked my hips under his. His sweet moan was al I needed to forget everything decent in the world.

"Before that?"

"No." No, I never wanted before that. I kept my distance. I played the only role I could and I kept my distance. He wasn't mine. Never, not realy. What Seth said. I knew deep inside that he wasn't mine.

"You're not my father, you know that, right?

Maybe the sperm donor but you've never been my father. Ken is. Always has been." What was he saying?

"I know," I agreed. What the hel was I agreeing to? I slid my hands inside his jeans and pressed him tight against me. "Want you. So much. Kel.

Baby. It hurts."

"I'l make it better. I'l kiss it and make it al better." He grinned and slithered down my body, easing my legs wide as he went. "I'l kiss it, take it deep and make everything better. Do you want that, Liam? Do you want me to make everything better?"

I could feel his breath on my bely, his hands splayed across my chest playing with my nipples, just brushing me, softly. I puled my legs back and slid into a reclining position. My dick stood up, reaching for him, begging him for what he offered. "Kiss me, baby. Kiss me and make it al better."

I was going straight to hel. He looked into my eyes as he licked his lips one last time and then that hot, lush mouth was on me. Kissing my dick. He started at the tip and, without losing eye contact, he kissed me, soft little kisses al the way down. He roled my bals in his hands and kissed me there too. And al I could do was hold tight to the chair arms so that I didn't shoot off the cushion like a rocket exploding into space.

"So big," he said softly just before he licked his way back to the tip. "You taste so fucking good." He playfuly flicked the tip of my dick with his tongue.

Quickly, until I wanted to scream. I held tight to the chair, my knuckles white from the pressure to stay in control. He smiled his lopsided grin, a gleam in his eyes, then he opened his pretty mouth wide and I lost that control. Lost everything.

Kid has a greedy mouth
Seth had said. Oh fuck, he wasn't kidding. He played with my head, sucking just the tip. Licking behind the rim, and then concentrating on the sensitive spot, the one that could make me nut.

And just before I could, he dove downward. Gulping and swalowing and stretching his throat. Slowly. Only Seth could take al of me and only for a minute or two max. He hummed. Shit. Shit. The vibration around me and over me—and oh fucking god. Better than me. He sucked cock like a goddamned pro. I was a goddamned pro and he was better than me. The slight touch of his finger at my hole made me forget his mouth and the slow slide and withdraw that had me whimpering for relief. I found my hands twisted in his hair, holding on to him. I didn't move, I wanted to fuck his mouth, wanted to ram myself deep but I didn't. I let him work.

His slick finger breached me and I hissed and rammed into him. Kel gagged but went back to humming. His finger knuckle deep inside me slowly caressing me. He rested his other hand on my bely. His fingers firm, strong, holding me down. Where'd he get the lube? I wondered when the second finger entered me. Holy fuck. My bals drew tight and he retreated to the tip, working me there, rubbing his catlike tongue across the sensitive spot while he fucked me with his fingers. Slow, so slow. A purple haze fel across my vision, I couldn't blink, I didn't want to lose contact with those incredible eyes so ful of—oh, fuck. He knew what he was doing to me. Relished it. He pressed inside me, deep, and touched that spot, the one that made my toes curl. And I shot into his mouth holding his head so he couldn't pul away. But he didn't try. He slurped me, moaning as shot after shot filed his mouth.

"Fuck me," I said a minute later. "Greedy goddamned mouth on you. Seth was right about that.

Jesus."

Kel just smiled as he climbed into the chair with me forcing me to scoot back until his knees were off the floor. "I've had lots of practice. Bily liked my mouth.

We were twelve, in his tree house the first time I sucked him off. He'd spend the night and the 'rents never knew, we kissed and rubbed al over each other and I'd eat his cum. You're stil hard. Fucking hard. Makes me want to climb on you and scratch that itch deep inside."

I didn't know this Kel. Heavy lidded eyes, fucked lips, nasty mouth that tasted of spunk when he kissed me. I let him control me. I never gave up control.

I've always been the aggressor and this boy/man had me quivering with need and a serious desire to do whatever he wanted of me. I ran my hands through his hair. I loved his hair, his eyes sparkled as he looked down at me. I felt his hands brush my legs, heard the zipper and watched as he puled a condom out of his pocket. He didn't rol it on me, instead he suited up and the little tube of lube made an appearance. I hissed as he entered me. His hands holding my legs back, pinning me beneath him. His eyes glazed over with pleasure, growing darker.

"So tight. I didn't expect you'd be… Liam, feels good." His gaze locked with mine kept me from disappearing inside my head. I wouldn't ruin this pleasure by thinking about the last time. Not the last time I'd bottomed. Seth was the last time. Last week.

I'd forgotten. But that had been more like punishment than anything else. The things we did to each other that night. This was gentle—god, Kel was making love to me. Sweet gentle love. "Love you so much, baby, feels so good. Liam. Liam. Tel me it feels good."

"Kel," I moaned his name, leaning up I kissed his lips. Letting him draw my tongue into his mouth. He moved over me, his hands on the arm of the chair, his face over mine. No kissing, just watching each other's faces. I ran my hands down his back. Marveling at the feel of his tight lithe body as he flexed into me. Slowly, so slowly driving me farther and farther down the path of no return. I cupped his ass, slowly taking over, forcing him to my rhythm as I moved with him. "Feels so good. Fuck me, sweet baby. I love holding you like this. Your eyes, your hair. Your beautiful body. I could touch you al night. Fuck me, just like that. Kel, baby.