Kieran & Drew (9 page)

They reached each other at the same moment, falling into what was becoming Kieran’s nirvana. He loved, loved,
loved
that Drew got as hot as he did. He loved that Drew was unmistakably what would be called a “top,” he supposed. It made him feel powerful when Drew got worked up and so turned on that it was just grunting and kissing and desperate hands scrambling at zippers.

He moaned into Drew’s mouth when feeling his hands, larger than his own, sliding down his back, straight for his ass. He could feel Drew smiling against his lips, and knew he got off on his every reaction to what those hands did to him. He could do this all day, every day, just kissing Drew Anderson. If it were possible to have a career in kissing Drew Anderson, then he’d be set for life.

“Do you wanna go get comfortable?” Drew asked, his voice all husky in a way that made something somersault in Kieran’s stomach.

He nodded and took Drew’s hand to more or less drag him to the back end of the storage room, where there was a small nook surrounded by easels and a large, cracked wooden desk. They’d laid down some sheets that were spattered with dry paint, folding them so there was something between them and cold, tiled floor.

He lay on his back immediately, and then Drew was there, carving a space for himself between Kieran’s legs, to lie comfortably. But Kieran’s hands on his chest stopped him from going in for a kiss. Kieran bit his lip to suppress a distinctly mischievous grin and pulled the front of Drew’s T-shirt by way of asking him to remove it.

Drew knelt up on his knees, smirking. “Careful, I might think you only want me for my bod.”

 

Kieran snickered. “Come on, take it off.Please.”

 

Drew slowly pulled the T-shirt up and over his head, and Kieran groaned, making him laugh.

“Oh my God,” Kieran breathed. “You could be in
Playgirl
.” He couldn’t help it; his hands went straight for where he could see a modest six-pack. He curled in a half sit-up to take hold of Drew’s hips and press his mouth to Drew’s stomach. He grinned when Drew sucked in a sharp breath, his stomach caving slightly against his lips.

Their brief time together so far had been spent realizing just how good it was to touch and be touched by another person so privately. Only recently had Drew been brave enough to unzip Kieran’s jeans, startling him by slowly jacking him off. That’s what Kieran’s world was now. Kissing Drew, rubbing off on Drew, jacking off with Drew. He wanted something else, though, and knew for sure that Drew would want it too; it was just a matter of one of them being brave enough to ask.

He wanted to taste him.

He’d always wanted to try it. In every porno he’d ever seen, he always wanted to be the one on his knees. Just the sight of Drew’s long, thick, and glistening dick sent his heartbeat racing. It made him want to forget all pride and just beg to go down on it.

He groped Drew through his jeans, earning him a grunt from above as he kissed that flat stomach. He glanced up, saw the look in Drew’s eye, and took note of the position they were in. They both did. With Drew kneeling above him and his head level with Drew’s stomach and hips, it was the perfect moment to be brave and make a move.

He swallowed hard and slowly pulled down Drew’s zipper, the noise seeming to echo in the room. He eased Drew’s jeans and underwear down his hips, and Drew’s dick, hard and twitching, curved up directly toward his mouth.

“Kieran… y-you sure?” Drew asked, sounding adorably flustered and uncertain.

 

“Do you want me to?”

 

Drew let out a short, abrupt breath. “
Yes
,” he hissed, his trembling hand ghosting across Kieran’s jaw.

 

Kieran wet his lips. “Say it. Say it and I’ll do it.”

 

Drew groaned a helpless noise. “Do it, suck me off.
Please
suck me, Kieran.”

Biting back a whimper, Kieran shifted to kneel up and encouraged Drew back a few steps so he could lean against the broken desk and Kieran could settle in front of him. He took Drew’s dick in his hand and brought the tip to his lips, the unique scent of Drew, warm and musky, making his mouth go dry. He couldn’t hold back a moan at finally having the head of a cock—
Drew’s
cock—in his mouth.

The head was plump, bulbous almost, and glistening with precum. He licked it off with one swipe, glancing up at Drew as he did it and feeling ten feet tall when Drew gasped and gripped the edge of the desk tightly. The taste, salty, was even more exciting than the scent of him.

He licked under the helmet and along the underside of Drew’s cock, tasting every inch of him, all while saving the best for last. He placed his mouth back over the head, took it into his mouth and, covering his teeth, slowly took Drew down as far as could. Not wanting to gag, he stopped when the head of Drew’s dick touched the back of his throat, and with a moan, drew back, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. He heard Drew cry out above and felt him grip his shoulder as an anchor.

“O-oh my God.” Drew gasped.
He drew back, suckling once more on the tip. “Is that good?”

Drew gave a breathless, almost hysterical bark of laughter. “Good? I’ll cry if you stop, how’s that for good?”

Kieran grinned and wasted no time in going back for more. He suckled on the head and gently cupped Drew’s testicles, barely believing what it was he was doing and loving every damn second of it. He felt a thrill as soon as he began to move his head in an up-and-down slide, a rhythm he’d seen plenty of times on the Internet and had fantasized about actually doing more times than he could count. He was doing it. He was blowing someone. He was giving head. He was sucking cock and it felt unbelievable.

He barely registered the hands in his hair or the restrained jerks of Drew’s hips. He breathed heavily through his nose and could feel his saliva dribbling down his chin, but he kept going. He used his hand to stroke the base he couldn’t reach with his lips, and sucked hard. Nothing had ever felt as incredible or empowering as having Drew’s dick in his mouth, having Drew himself panting and grunting above him. He loved the feel of it, how hot and
hard
it was. How uneven it was with veins, but then smooth and fat on top. He loved how it tasted and how precum would cling to his lip like a spiderweb as he pulled back a fraction. He fucking
loved
it.

“Kier
Kieran
! You gotta sto—oh
shit
,” Drew ground out and had to ease Kieran away from him and hold him by his shoulders. “You’re gonna make me come.” He panted, eyes closed as Kieran slowly jacked him.

Kieran looked up at him from down on his knees, his hand on the root of Drew’s cock. “How do you want to finish?”

 

Drew stilled, and he looked down at Kieran, who was flushed, his mouth and chin glistening. “That’s totally up to you.”

Kieran hesitated a second, his own erection pounding in time with his heartbeat in his pants. “I-I want to swallow you. Can you tell me that it’s safe?” he said quickly before losing his nerve.

“Totally, 100-fucking-percent safe.”

Kieran took him back into his mouth and bobbed his head, feeling dizzy and a little scared that he’d just told Drew to come in his mouth. It didn’t take long for Drew’s breath to catch and for his hips to begin to stutter beneath Kieran’s touch that held him more or less still. In fact, it took only for Kieran to roll his balls on a particularly hard pull up, and then Drew was coming. The feel of Drew tensing, of his balls pulling up tight in his palm and of Drew’s hands in his hair, preceded the gush of come, salty and thick, hitting the back of his throat.

Drew’s cry as he came was partially a grunt and an expletive of Kieran’s name. Kieran actually managed to swallow most of it down, and only coughed when attempting to take a breath. He let Drew’s dick slip from his lips, noting how his jaw ached a little, and swiped a hand over his mouth and chin.

Drew hauled him to his feet, encouraging Kieran to lean against him as they slowly caught their breaths.

 

“That was…
fuck
.” Drew laughed. “I’ve never in my life… Kieran, that was incredible.”

Feeling pretty damn fine, Kieran gently tucked Drew back into his pants and lifted his chin to press a kiss to his lips. He paused when Drew hesitated, not even considering that Drew may be uncomfortable tasting him after what they’d just done. He was about to apologize, but then Drew leaned close, his kiss tentative at first, but soon growing into something deep and lingering.

Kieran sighed when they parted. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.”

Drew grinned lazily. “You were really, really into that.” “So were you.”

Drew snorted. “Yeah, no kidding. But you were really… I mean you were so good at it.” He bit his lip, unsure if he should go there. “Have you done that before?” he asked quietly, his hands resting on Kieran’s hips, just under his shirt and with this thumbs dipping under the waistband.

Kieran shook his head. “No. First time.”
“Goddamn. Talk about a natural-born talent.”

Kieran flushed, ducking his head as he trailed his hand up Drew’s bare chest, which was now damp with sweat.

 

Drew tilted his head to try and catch his gaze. “I didn’t mean that unkindly oranything,” he said softly.

“No, I know. I just… I
loved
it, Drew.” He cupped Drew’s face and kissed him firmly, trying to convey what it was he was feeling. “I’ve always wanted to do that, and I loved it. I want to do it all the time….” He kissed him again, a touch urgently. “God, I just want to be with you….” He kissed him again, shifting his hips against Drew. “Be with you and suck you whenever you want it, anytime, anywhere.”

“God,” Drew breathed, feeling a twitch in his groin. “I’ll be sure to remember that.” Another shift of Kieran’s hips against his own and he suddenly realized that he’d left Kieran out in the cold. He slid his hand between them to cup his groin. “What can I do for you?”

Kieran looked him in the eye and unbuckled his pants. He saw Drew glance down nervously and with obvious trepidation. He knew what Drew was thinking; he knew he was nervous to return the favor and maybe not ready to, but probably would anyway. Kieran shook his head. “There’s something else I’ve always wanted.”

“Tell me, I’ll do it.”

 

“I don’t want you to… I don’t know.” He hesitated. “I don’t want you to be weirded out.”

 

Drew raised an eyebrow. “Okay, now you have my attention.”

Kieran laughed quietly but then grew serious again as he looked Drew in the eye, took the hand that was resting on his hip, and slid it into the back of his jeans, over his ass. Drew’s hand naturally curled and stroked over the curve, squeezing a little, but it was clear he didn’t know what it was Kieran wanted. Swallowing hard and fighting a blush, Kieran went up on his toes to whisper in Drew’s ear and to hide his face.

“I want you to put your fingers in me.”

Drew immediately pulled back a fraction to look at Kieran, and though Kieran braced himself for mortification, he was relieved to see nothing but hunger in Drew’s expression.

When Drew spoke, his voice was a fraction deeper, his eyes seeming darker. He glanced between Kieran’s eyes and his mouth, his hand still curved over his bare ass. “You want me to finger you?”

Kieran closed his eyes, feeling embarrassed despite Drew’s obvious interest, but a heat rose in him regardless from the words alone. He nodded his head. “Please,” he whispered.

“Have you done that to yourself before?” Drew husked.

Kieran instantly looked away, cheeks flaring bright as he bit his lip. Drew laughed quietly at him and nudged Kieran to make him look him in the eye. Kieran shrugged, but may as well have screamed yes.

“Maybe.”

A low groan came from Drew’s throat, and he spread his feet apart a fraction. “Rub off on me,” he encouraged, pressing his thigh against Kieran’s groin even as his fingers pressed between Kieran’s cheeks, touching his hole and making him jolt with a gasp.

“Th-they need to be wet.” He pulled Drew’s hand free by the forearm and brought his hand and first two fingers to his lips. He looked at Drew from under his eyelashes as he sucked those fingers just as he had his dick moments before.

Drew dug his hand into the back of Kieran’s jeans once more, going straight for his hole and applying light pressure against him. “I’ve never done this before,” Drew warned.

“It’s fine,” Kieran lightly panted as he rubbed against Drew’s thigh. “One, and then two.”

Kieran gripped Drew’s biceps as he rode his thigh, and gave a quiet whimper when feeling the tip of his forefinger enter him. “Keep going.”

With Drew’s gentle pressure and his own encouraging pleas, Kieran soon had two fingers inside of him, thrusting gently in and out. Drew’s lips on his neck sent his eyes flying open, and he cried out.

“You love this, don’t you?” Drew growled, and Kieran could only nod. “You are so hot.” He accentuated the word with a more insistent push of his fingers, and Kieran clutched at Drew, his fingers winding through his short hair at the back of his head as the desire to push back against those fingers conflicted with the desire to rub against his thigh.

“Have I got that spot? You know—”

 

Kieran nodded his head vigorously. “You’ve got it, you’ve got it!”

Drew pressed his brow against Kieran’s, watching him as he worked Kieran’s ass with his fingers. “I bet you look amazing when you’re having sex.”
Kieran bucked. “I-I’m going to—!”

Drew quickly moved his free hand to cover Kieran’s dick. With his other hand he moved his two fingers in and out rapidly, stroking him firmly like he really was being fucked, and massaged over the small lump inside. Kieran hid his face in the crook of Drew’s shoulder, and with a garbled cry, came into Drew’s cupped hand.

It took him a moment to come down, and he hissed quietly when the fingers slowly pulled out of him. He melted against Drew, his breath coming in pants. “Wow.”

Drew laughed and kissed his forehead. “I need to go wipe my hands on something.”

Kieran reluctantly moved and pulled his jeans up over his hips and zipped them up as he turned and leaned against the desk. Drew wiped his hands on one of the sheets with dry paint all over, and then snagged up his T-shirt and pulled it on over his head. He pulled Kieran close by the belt loops of his pants.