Foxe Hunt (22 page)

He ordered Thai food and when it was delivered, it sat in its cartons on the kitchen table. Skyler was flopped on his sofa, trying to read a book but not getting past the first sentence over and over again. He gave up and tossed it aside, just as the doorbell rang.

He opened it and there was Keith, looking gorgeous and concerned, wearing a tight T-shirt and worn relaxed jeans.

As soon as Skyler closed the door he was engulfed in a hug.

“What am I going to do with you?” Keith said into Skyler’s hair.

He kissed the top of his head, drew back, lifted his chin, and planted a kiss on his mouth. It started out as a few gentle pecks but soon blossomed into something deeper. His lips sucked on Skyler’s and then he dipped his tongue between them, tasting and
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teasing. Skyler sank against him, floating on the intense sensation of Keith’s mouth on his and those hands caressing his back and dipping down to his backside, cupping. Slowly, he pulled back and gazed into Skyler’s eyes once Skyler pried them open from the wonderful haze he had dropped into. “You so drive me crazy.”

“Same here,” he said languidly.

“Skyler, I’m not leaving tonight.”

“Oh? Good. I have dinner.”

“I don’t want dinner. I want you.”

“Okay.” He allowed himself to be tugged to his bedroom and while still in a haze, Keith slowly undressed him.

He peeled Skyler’s shirt away then reached for the hem of his own shirt and pulled it up, tossing it aside. There was no sight greater than Keith’s naked torso, muscular and defined. His nipples were dusky ovals and the cold air hardened them to tight nubs. Skyler wanted to bite them but he was pushed onto the bed on his back and suddenly hands were at his jeans, flipping open the button and yanking down the zipper. Fingers curled into the waistband and pulled them down his legs, stopped by his Nikes.

With a growl, Keith yanked the shoes off along with the socks and tugged the jeans all the way off, pitching them to the floor.

He stared at Skyler’s small briefs while he toed out of his own shoes, one at a time, and undid his belt and jeans. He pushed down the pants along with his underwear, revealing that amazing erection. Skyler’s eyes were glued to it. He licked his lips, remembering the taste, the feel of its velvety steel on his tongue.

Keith swallowed hard and peeled Skyler’s underwear off, tossing it over his shoulder, and stared a long time at Skyler’s dick, leaking its string of precum over his stomach. His hands slowly teased up Skyler’s torso, spreading upward until his fingers encountered his nipples, two hard pebbles. Keith’s big fingers closed over both of them and pinched before giving each a little twist. Skyler writhed and gasped. A tongue suddenly replaced one set of fingers and lapped at the tiny pink button until warm lips closed over it and sucked.

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Skyler dug his fingers into Keith’s hair and held his head in place. “Oh, man,” he moaned.

The mouth and tongue left his nipples and feathered up to his neck, closing over the soft skin there, alternating between sucking and nipping. He drew back and just gazed at Skyler, at the love bites he’d surely left behind, at Skyler’s face set in a languid smile with heavy-lidded eyes, at his cock, so red and so hard it ached.

“You are so beautiful,” he said huskily. A hand dragged down his skin again, knuckles making circles in his blond pubes, and stroked down his dick. It twitched and bobbed at his touch.

Catching some of the moisture from the tip on his fingers, Keith brought them to his mouth and sucked them between his plump lips, closing his eyes in ecstasy. “Mmm. You taste fantastic.”

Skyler stared up at him, at that hungry gaze, and he couldn’t help bucking his hips toward him, trying to get his dick closer to those hands or that mouth. With a trembling breath, he said, “Come on, Keith. I’m dying here.”

“Turn over,” said Keith, voice hoarse, and he reached for a condom from the basket.

Skyler turned. He decided to give Keith his money’s worth and got up on his knees while laying his head on his folded arms.

With his butt up in the air and his legs spread wide, Keith had the full view of wide-open ass and enticing, dangling balls.

Keith grabbed the lube and squelched it over his sheathed dick. Skyler jumped a little as the cold of the lube touched his hole, but he moaned as the finger slowed and made tiny circles on his puckered flesh. Keith moved his finger away too soon, but commenced touching Skyler’s butt instead, smoothing his hands over both plump cheeks at once, sometimes squeezing them and bunching them together. He dropped a kiss on each pale cheek in turn, and Skyler wriggled his backside appreciatively.

“Oh, fuck,” Keith murmured. Yes, Keith seemed to like the view.

A hand cupped his sac and toyed with his testicles for a bit.

Keith kissed them, licked them, and then kissed them again. He
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ran his tongue along the bottom of the sac before sucking gently on one orb within. Skyler moaned into his hands and arched his back, offering them to Keith.

Keith fondled them a moment more before the bed moved and Skyler knew that the man was positioning himself. Yes! He felt that cock at his moistened hole, pushing. Skyler tried to push back to make it easier, but try as he might, he couldn’t take Keith’s girth the first few inches without some sort of pain. But it didn’t matter. A little pain for so much pleasure!

Keith’s fingers dug into Skyler’s ass as he pushed in, determined to be seated deeply as soon as possible. He usually waited for Skyler to get comfortable, but there was none of that today. “Want you so much,” rasped Keith behind him.

He began to fuck him immediately. The thrusts were smooth and rhythmic. Skyler rode with it, rocking back and forth as the strokes delved deeper with each plunge. He was hitting his prostate almost every time and Skyler gasped and keened. His head was floating in a wooly cloud of bliss. He grabbed his dick and pumped it, sliding his fingers down the large vein and over the damp crown.

Keith was getting close. Skyler could tell because he was stabbing more wildly into him and his breathing sped up. His body slammed the back of Skyler’s thighs and his balls slapped over and over against his wide open ass before they rose. Keith was going to pop at any moment.

But then, in a surprising move, Keith suddenly yanked out of him. Skyler looked over his shoulder. Keith stripped off the condom and clutched his dick, aiming it at Skyler’s backside, and came in long spurts of white. Skyler felt the hot spunk fleck against his bottom and he moaned again at the hotness of that, of the thought of Keith coming
on
him instead of
in
him. He squeezed his cock tighter as he stroked it.

Keith seemed to have covered his entire bottom in cum and when he finally finished, his large hands began to slowly rub it into his skin.

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“I so wanted to come on your ass, baby,” he said breathlessly, fingers sliding over Skyler’s wet butt. “I wanted to spread it all over you.”

“Oh shit.” And with one more stroke he came hard onto the sheets.

Keith held Skyler’s ass as Skyler came, squeezing the wet cheeks, almost pushing the jizz out of him.

Skyler held his moist dick until it was completely milked and then let it go, panting with his head hanging low between his sloped shoulders. “Damn, dude. You are too good.”

Keith grabbed his waist and tugged, gently turning him over. He laid Skyler down beside him. The sheets stuck to his wet bottom, but it didn’t matter. He was floating and Keith was nuzzling his neck, licking the salty sweat. “You’re pretty marvelous yourself.” He pulled Skyler in until he was nested against his chest, an arm cradled around him. He ran a finger down Skyler’s sharp nose, over his lips, and down his chin. “How about we forget about the world and just spend the next week right here?”

“Sounds like a plan,” he slurred.

“At least I’d know you’d be safe.”

His lassitude suddenly jolted away. “Don’t start with that again.”

“Skyler, I just think that you’re living a little too dangerously.”

“
You
could get hurt on the football field, you know.”

“Oh really? How’s that?”

“Well, someone can come barreling into the sidelines or something and take you out. Seen it a hundred times on TV.”

“Where on TV?”

“Well…the movies.”

“You’re funny.” And he gave him a squeeze. “Mind if I bring in some of that food that smells so good in your kitchen? I’m suddenly starving.”

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“Yeah, sure. Chopsticks are on the counter.”

“Chopsticks?” Keith snorted as he rose, wiped his dick on the sheets, and threw them aside. Skyler watched that perfectly round backside retreat and heard him messing around in the kitchen, opening drawers, and then the tinkle of flatware. Keith returned with the cartons in the crook of his arm and a fork and chopsticks in his hand.

He set the cartons on the nightstand on his side of the bed and offered Skyler a pair of chopsticks still in their paper wrapping.

They began opening cartons and then dove in. Skyler scooted back against the headboard and Keith joined him, stretching his long legs out and crossing them at the ankles.

They ate ravenously for a full minute, offering each other’s cartons for sampling before Skyler looked over at Keith who had noodles dangling from his lips. His heart seemed to flutter.

“This is…nice,” he said, and then felt his cheeks heat with embarrassment.

“Never ate in bed with someone? It’s one of life’s little pleasures.”

But Keith’s comment got him to thinking and it was an unpleasant sensation in his gut in counterpoint to the good feeling of just a moment ago. “So.” He stirred his
pad see ew
with his chopsticks. “Have you had many…significant others?”

Keith looked at him, sucking a noodle up through his lips. It smacked against his mouth before disappearing.

“
You
know.” Skyler looked down into his carton, continuing to stir. “Shared a lot of meals…like this?”

“Well, not a
lot
. A few.”

“So how come they didn’t work out?”

Keith lowered the carton to his thighs and wiped his lips with a paper napkin. “I traveled a lot, looking for my niche. And that’s not a euphemism,” he said with a smile. “I’m just a rolling stone, like I told you. Not conducive for long-term relationships.”

“I thought you were into those.”

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“I’m into monogamy. But I’m certainly not averse to long-term relationships.”

“But if I was a psychiatrist, I’d say that you were avoiding them by all this stone-rolling.” Skyler felt the man’s pointed stare at the top of his head and finally looked up to meet it. “Seems like,” he added quietly.

Keith raised his brows and frowned. “Maybe. I don’t know.

Maybe Mr. Right hadn’t come along yet. Maybe I was still looking for him.”

“Or maybe you’re avoiding commitment.”

“Are we talking about me or you?”

Skyler hastily stuffed the
pad see ew
in his mouth and chewed, giving him time to answer. Keith leaned over and Skyler thought he was going to kiss him, but he kept leaning until his face was almost in his naked lap. A warm tongue lapped a stripe across the pale skin below his navel. Keith gave him a weighted gaze. “You dribbled some sauce there.”

“Thanks.” He gulped. His cock stirred.

Keith seemed satisfied with himself. He sat up again and resumed eating his noodles.

When Skyler got to school, he couldn’t help but notice the GSA flyers…with swastikas scrawled on them. Others had charming epithets like “Die Fags!” He grabbed one of those and tore it down, crumpling it in his fist.

He felt a presence beside him, which stopped him from saying what he wanted to say out loud. He glanced over and saw that it was Heather Munson, the Goth from his fifth period class.

“Sometimes I hate this school,” she said. “I am so tired of living in the Inland Evil Empire.”

“It’s not all bad,” he said automatically.

“Yeah, I just love these high-minded Christian types with their ‘die fags’ slogan. So loving. So inviting.”

“It’s a small group of misguided kids.”

“Yeah? Well how come they aren’t committing suicide because
they
can’t cope? Give me that flyer.” She snatched it out of his hand and smoothed it out on her thigh below her short plaid skirt. “I’m going to this meeting and I’m joining because this school just pisses me off so much. And I’m bringing Amber with me whether she wants to go or not.” She turned on her heel and stalked away, the multiple buckles on her heavy boots jangling.

A small smile grew on his face. She reminded him a lot of Sidney.

He hadn’t gotten very far down the corridor lined with lockers, when he encountered Rick Flores looking pretty upset and talking with a group of Hispanic girls. They saw Skyler coming and made hasty farewells. Rick looked up, spotted Skyler, and turned away toward his locker.

“Rick? Is something wrong?”

“It’s all right, Mr. Foxe.”

“Rick, I’m here to help, all right?”

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Rick spun. His face wore an uncustomary grimace. “Some kids found out I was at the GSA meeting last week and I’ve been getting shit ever since. I suppose I expected that, but it’s really getting around, you know. Those girls said my brother heard about it. If
he
knows then my parents will know.”

“How do you think your brother would feel about that?”

Skyler tried to picture Rick’s brother and came up with an equally tall senior, another Flores who owned his year of students.

“He’s always joking, calling something ‘gay’ to mean stupid.

He tells those jokes. You know the ones.”

“But…if he’s your brother—”

“Does
your
family know?”

Point.

Rick leaned back against his locker. “You tried to warn me.

No wonder you didn’t want to get involved.”