Kieran & Drew (24 page)

There was no awkwardness when it came to Drew using the lube. It was something they’d done countless times, but of course there’d always been a stopping point before. The only point where nerves threatened to overwhelm was when Drew guided his cock to Kieran’s entrance. There was a brief flash of green eyes, seeking reassurance from Kieran, and Kieran nodded, holding himself as open as he could.

Drew nearly stalled out, heat slamming into his cheeks, when he could not find the right angle to penetrate. But then Kieran pulled a pillow from behind his head and Drew instantly understood. He urgently looped an arm under Kieran’s waist and lifted him to place the pillow underneath. The slight shift in position did it, and the next time Drew pushed against Kieran there was a yielding, followed by quiet gasps as he slid home without even meaning to.

“’M sorry,” Drew breathed. “I didn’t mean to… a-are you okay?” He put his weight on his knees and one forearm and lifted a hand to brush against Kieran’s flushed cheek, a tremor in his fingers noticeable to both of them.

Kieran’s mouth hung open slightly, his eyes dilated and lids fluttering as he looked at Drew. A smile that was small and slightly afraid lifted the corner of his mouth as he turned his head toward Drew’s gentle touch. He looked back at Drew and wet his lips. “Hey.” His voice was nothing but a whisper but still cracked. “C’mere.”

Drew leaned down to kiss him and even that one small movement shifted his cock inside of Kieran. He grunted into the kiss, his brow puckered in pleasure so good it hurt. He kept his brow to Kieran’s. He closed his eyes tight in a grimace as he thrust cautiously forward, arching his back. It felt so good he cried out loud, pulling out only a fraction and pushing forward again. His head fell to Kieran’s shoulder and he pressed his face to his neck. “Alright?” he asked, his voice garbled and strained.

Kieran stroked his hands over Drew’s shoulders and he nodded as he experimentally lifted his hips, trying to meet Drew somewhere in the middle. “Yeah, yeah, go. Go, it’s okay.”

Drew let out a noise that sounded helpless and agonized. He slid his arms under Kieran’s back, his hands hooking over his shoulders. He looked down at Kieran as he began to move. There was no pausing or awkward first slide and pull, and they soon found a gentle rhythm and moved together for the first time.

“I want to see you!” Kieran gasped, pushing up against Drew with his torso until Drew slid his hands from underneath him and he rose. Kieran groaned and slid his hands down Drew’s abdomen. Drew’s body carried the kind of muscle only achieved by being eighteen and playing a lot of sports. It drove Kieran crazy

Drew tipped his head back as his hips shifted, circled and then went back to that first, newly discovered rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. Drew looked down to where he disappeared into Kieran, and then up to his flushed face. He leaned forward, moving gently so he could pant against Kieran’s lips. “I’m fucking you.” It wasn’t crude or meant to inflame, it was only a statement of wonder. “I’m fucking you, Kier,” he gasped.

Kieran pressed his head back into the mattress, his back arching. He no longer had to concentrate on lifting his hips to meet Drew’s movements. It came naturally. And it felt good but it wasn’t quite right; he lifted his hips higher, instinctively trying to find the right angle, but Drew had his lower half pinned.

“What—what do you need?” Drew gasped, slowing his movements. “Tell me, I’ll do it.”

 

“Higher, I need to be higher.”

Drew eased back onto his heels, shifting carefully so his thighs rested beneath Kieran’s back and Kieran’s thighs pressed against Drew’s sides. He encouraged Kieran to wrap his legs tightly around him, and gripped his hips in both hands. He delivered a careful thrust, watching Kieran closely. Kieran cried out helplessly, speared and unable to shift. He threw one hand out to his side to clutch at the comforter and threw his other arm over his face as he let out a sound close to a sob.

Drew’s movements stuttered slightly. “Kier, are you—?” The hand that covered his face shifted. “Don’t! Don’t stop!”

Drew moved his hips at a faster pace. There was a delicious sensation coiling in his groin in equal parts from the snug warmth pulling him into Kieran’s body and the picture of Kieran desperately clutching at the comforter with his head moving against the sheets as he rocked his body back and forth. “Oh God,” he ground out, “I don’t want to come yet!”

Kieran grunted at a particularly hard thrust and curved his body, his back lifting from the mattress, which only served to impale him further on Drew’s cock.

“Ah! Kier! Y-you can’t do that, it’s too much, you can’t—”

Kieran did it again and Drew let out something that sent a bolt of excitement through Kieran. Drew was suddenly over him, curling Kieran’s body to a point that would have been uncomfortable were it not for the fact that it opened him up even more to Drew’s cock. Kieran clutched at him desperately as Drew began to piston into him, completely out of control and unable to stop or slow down.

“’M coming,” Drew panted against his cheek.

Kieran waited until Drew tensed, his movements becoming uncoordinated and juddering. He let go of his grasp on the sheets and snaked a hand between their bodies to stroke himself. So revved up he could scream, it took only one touch to his dick and he was coming, even as he could feel himself sliding to the edge of the bed under the force of Drew’s movements. Nothing could have prepared him for this feeling. He’d been oblivious to how incredible an orgasm brought on by anything other than his own hand could actually be.

As soon as he’d come, Drew was toppling over that peak after him. He wound his fingers into the back of Drew’s hair tightly, mesmerized as Drew’s eyes screwed shut in a look of pained pleasure. He grunted softly at the pulsing he could feel inside of him as Drew came, and thought he’d never seen anything as incredible as Drew, bunched and tensed and buried deep inside of him.

Drew let out a deep breath, more or less collapsing into Kieran’s arms and resting his forehead on Kieran’s shoulder. He groaned as he sank into him, their chests slick and rising and falling together. “My bones,” he muttered weakly.
“Hmm?”

Drew stretched his neck and practically purred at the feel of Kieran running his fingers through his damp hair. “My bones are all gone.”

Kieran laughed—as much as he could when breathless and pressed under Drew’s weight—and kissed his temple. “Drew?” he murmured. “We’re kind of hanging off the edge of the bed.”

Drew—with what looked like monumental effort—lifted his head to take a look, and huffed an exhausted laugh. He slowly pushed up on his hands and carefully pulled out of Kieran. Drew kneeled up and pulled off the condom and tied a knot in it. He touched Kieran’s flushed cheek, running his thumb along his lower lip. “You’re okay?”

Kieran took a breath, and as he let it out a silly smile spread across his lips. He covered his face with his hands and laughed, feeling oddly shy but content. He looked at Drew, bit his lip and nodded. Drew grinned at him, and leaned forward to kiss him softly before climbing off the bed.

“Do you have a….” He gestured around him, and Kieran pointed to the corner of his room where there was a wastepaper basket.

Kieran reached for the tissues he had in his bedside table, and wiped quickly over his stomach before lying back, utterly spent. “Come back here.”

Drew took the tissues Kieran had used and put them in the basket before climbing onto the bed. Kieran shifted over for him, and they lay naked together, both a little stunned and dazed. Kieran bit his lip and rolled againstDrew’s side, resting his head against his shoulder.

“So, that was—”
“Fucking incredible?” Drew breathed, looking up at the ceiling. “Uh huh.”

Drew nuzzled close for a second, his voice growing husky. “Next time? I’d really like if-if you were on your stomach. Or if I could do you on your hands and knees.” He swallowed thickly. “I’ve kind of fantasized about that—about having sex with you like that.”

Kieran let out a deep, shuddering breath and nodded. “Oh yeah.” He wet his lips. “How do people… I don’t gethow….”

 

“Oh man, did I make you forget how to speak? Is my dick made of magic?”

Kieran snorted and poked him in the ribs. Drew captured his hand, keeping him from poking him again and then just held it in his own. “I was just wondering how anybody gets anything else done. Ever.”

“When they could be doing it instead?”
“Sounds dumb, doesn’t it? I sound like a total sex fiend.”

“No, not really. You’re laying here all amazed and stuff, whereas I’m already wondering when we can do it again.”

 

Kieran laughed, curling up close and pressing his face against Drew’s neck, just under his jaw.

 

“I am not even joking,” Drew murmured intimately, a smile in his voice. “I’m ready to go again when you are.”

 

This made Kieran laugh harder, and he tried to pull his hand away so he could jab it into Drew’s ribs, but Drew wouldn’t let go. “Oh no, you don’t,” he sniggered quietly, rolling over Kieran and pinning him. “Try and poke
me
, will you….”

 

“You poked me,” Kieran giggled. Actually
giggled
.

“Was that a filthy double entendre?” Drew skimmed one hand down over Kieran’s ribs in an obvious tickle threat as he used the other to hold Kieran’s wrists together. “You filthy, filthy bastard.”

Kieran chuckled and managed to pull one hand free but then hissed, automatically bringing his hand up to his mouth. “Ouch.” “What’s up?” Drew frowned, pulling Kieran’s hand away from his mouth. “Your splinter again?”

“It’s fine.”
“You said ‘ouch’.”
“I’m still fine.”
“I think that splinter needs to come out.”
“I think you need to stop looking at my hand.”
“D’aww, afraid of your big, bad boyfriend?”
“No.” He brought his hand back up his lips. “Yes.”

“Alright.” He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, and after a quick search, pulled on his boxers. “I need a safety pin.”

Kieran scooted back on the bed, up against the wall. “No way.” “Do you
want
your hand to fall off?”
“Stop it.” Kieran laughed. “Eventually it’ll just fall out by itself.” “What moron told you that?”

“Uh, excuse me, Dakota Fanning in
War of the Worlds
, that’s who.”

“Though I applaud your extensive—and baffling—memory for film dialogue, that splinter is coming out. You have a safety pin, or what?”

“Nope. No safety pins. Aw, what a shame.”

“No, it’s fine,” Drew muttered, looking around him. “I’m sure there’s something that I can… ah hah!” Drew could barely keep a straight face as he pulled what looked like a samurai sword off of a mounted plaque on the wall. “This should do nicely.”

“What the—put that back!” Kieran laughed, plastering his back against the wall, sheets twisted around him.

“Seems your nerd paraphernalia has come back to bite you in the ass.” He held the blade in both arms, holding it out and squinting as he looked down the blade.

“You’re insane.”

 

“I’m not the one with pointy things mounted on my bedroom walls.”

 

“
Poin
—? I’ll have you know that is a
Hattori Hanzo
samurai sword. Very dangerous and very cool.”

“It’s pretty.”
“That is Japanese steel designed to kill vermin.”
Drew lowered the sword. Raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, it’s a cheap replica I got off of eBay, but you could still poke an eye out with that thing.”

“Not an eye, a splinter.”
“Put it back. Now.”

Drew grinned and relented, putting it back on the plaque. “Okay, serious time. This is my serious face.” He pointed at his face. “Safety pins, where are they?”

Kieran whimpered.

 

Drew went back to the bedside table, pulled open the drawer, and rifled through the contents. “Got one!”

 

“You suck.”

 

“You weren’t saying that fifteen minutes ago. In fact, fifteen minutes ago you were pretty damn happy with me.”

 

Kieran pressed his lips together to smother his smile. “Stop being so pleased with yourself and stop trying to make me blush. Be serious.” Drew nodded. “I’m sorry. Serious it is. Now… show me the booboo.”

 

“
Drew
!”

Drew grinned and sat back down on the bed, holding his hand out for Kieran’s. “Come on, give it.” He waited until Kieran hesitantly put his hand in Drew’s palm. He took a moment to look at Kieran, so close and so genuine with his little frown as he worried over his splinter. “You are stupidly cute,” he muttered fondly.

Kieran looked at him, blue eyes seeming all the bluer for being so close. “Did you just call me stupid?”

 

Drew grinned widely, looking back at Kieran’s hand in his and shaking his head slightly. “Okay, just hold still a second, alright?” Kieran sighed and turned his head away, resting his ear against Drew’s shoulder. “Ow. Ow.
Ow
!”

“All done.”
“I guess that wasn’t so bad,” he said begrudgingly.
Drew shook his head. “You’re such a baby.”

“No, I’m not. Splinters are evil.” Kieran heard a familiar chirping noise and looked down at the floor. “I think your phone is ringing.”

Drew grumbled and snagged up his jeans, then pulled his phone out of the pocket. He looked at the screen, hesitated, and then put the phone back in the pocket and the jeans back on the bedroom floor.

Kieran raised an eyebrow in question. “Avoiding someone?” “Not avoiding,” Drew answered quickly. “Just… not sure what to say to them yet.”

Kieran noticed Drew’s slight frown and the way he worried his lip, and decided not to push him on the matter. For now, at least. Instead, he lay back on the bed, pulling Drew with him. “Lay with me.”

Drew followed, rolling onto his stomach so that he could rest his head on Kieran’s shoulder. He closed his eyes as Kieran began to brush his fingers through Drew’s hair; it felt amazing. “You know how I said the park was my favorite place?” he asked quietly.

“Yes?”

“I changed my mind.” He ran a hand up along Kieran’s side, moving his head to a more comfortable position on Kieran’s shoulder. “It’s right here.”

Kieran was glad Drew couldn’t see his face, because such a statement had him blinking hard. What he’d been hesitating to ask Drew about now came out without hesitation. “You want to stay over?”