Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2005 22:18:13 +0900
From: Phoeny Wolfe <phoenyx.wolfe@gmail.com>
Subject: Twilight Eyes Chapter 1
The usual stuff: This story is mine, all mine. It's
trademarked, copyrighted and whatnot out the wahzoo. I made
it all up, in my own crazed little mind. Any resemblance to
real life people or situations is just . creepy. If you're
too young in your country to read this, don't get caught.
Glad you're thinking for yourself. If you don't agree with
two consenting adults of the same gender. consenting, you're
soooo in the wrong place, and I think you're missing your
klan meeting.
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His name was Kisten, and he was the most beautiful man
I have ever seen in my entire 26 years of life on this
earth. Just seeing him across the room made me catch my
breath and forget where I was. (I tended to stumble into
things a lot while he was around.) He was gifted with
beautifully tanned skin and dark, nearly black, shoulder-
length hair. Looking at him from a distance made one think
about steamy jungles and sleek predators. Until one got up
close, and saw that somewhere in his ancestry, something
other had crept under the sheets, and the resultant genetics
had given him eyes the colour of twilight - darkness and
purple. He was 6'1" of perfection, with a flawlessly built
gymnast's body - all tight legs and rear, broad shoulders
and muscled arms. He was a friend of a friend, so we
occasionally ended up at the same parties; but I was too
lust-struck to ever strike up a conversation.
Okay, so I spent a lot of time thinking about him, and
dreaming about him, and . you get the picture. I'd never
even spoken to him, yet I was head over heels in serious
lust for this man. I guess I'm just a shy person by nature.
Despite what my friends and the odd girlfriend have told me,
I'm not much to look at. I'm 5'11", slightly tanned skin,
blond hair and green eyes. My body isn't bad, as I work out
to relieve stress, which, as a teenager growing up gay; I
had more than enough of, (as any of you who went through the
same can attest) but I'm never going to be Mr Universe. I'm
a writer, so I tend to wax lyrical about things that inspire
me, as I'm sure you can already tell. I write freelance
articles for various magazines, and have had enough success
that I could afford to quit my dreary office job and work on
my writing from home. My name is Deacon Wolfe, and this is
my story.
The first time I ever spoke to Kisten, we were both at
a bar, celebrating a mate's bachelor party. We'd all
consumed copious amounts of alcohol, and I was feeling no
pain. When the obligatory female stripper-dressed-as-cop
appeared, I rolled my eyes and pretended to enjoy it as much
as the other guys. (Closet, what closet? No-one in here
but us chickens.) That's right. I knew I was gay, and had
since I got my first boner watching the Batman movies (holy
black rubber batman!), but no one else knew, except my best
friend, Kat. Anyway, back to the party. I'd staggered
into the bathroom to drain away a few of the beers I'd
consumed. Half wasted, I didn't notice who else was in the
room until I was standing at the urinal, hand on dick, eyes
half-closed. Mid stream, I hear the voice of the man I'd
been dreaming about for the last year.
"You're Deacon Wolfe, right, man?"
Hearing his voice, I started in shock, my stream drying
up immediately. "Dude, that was NOT nice," I gasped, as I
attempted to finish what I'd started, all the while, my beer-
befuddled brain screaming: `Kisten! It's Kisten!! You have
your cock in your hand, and it's KISTEN!' I quickly shook
off and stuffed my dick back into my cargos before he could
see me starting to stiffen up. Glancing over at him, I saw
him casually leaning against the stalls, watching me. My
face burned, (damn fair skin), as I washed my hands (hygiene
first, people!) and ran them through my hair to dry and
style at the same time.
"Sorry dude, hope you didn't damage yourself there."
He sniggered, still waiting for an answer to his question.
"I'm sure I'll be fine after the surgery," I quipped.
"Yeah man, I'm Deke. You're Kisten Blair, right? You're
Richie's friend?" He nodded, and looked me over quickly,
like he was sizing me up.
"I hear you're looking for a house mate? Think I could
take a look?" I did a slow blink at this. How did he know?
When could he move in? What did he wear to bed? Was he
gay? All these questions flashed through my mind as I gaped
at him. He started to look at me a little weirdly. "Dude,
you okay? Better slow down on the beers."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, that's it. Sure, you wanna look at
the room. When can you come round?" When can you move in?!
"Tomorrow? I really need a place to stay. My girl and
I broke up, and she's throwing me out. If I like the room,
and if it's okay with you, I'll move in tomorrow evening,
while she's at work." (Damn; straight, I knew it). We
quickly agreed on a time for him to come around in the early
afternoon, and then went back out to join the revellers.
Outwardly, I think I appeared calm enough, but inside I was
a gibbering mess, two words running through my head -
`Kisten' and `housemate'.
_____________________________
The next day I woke up later than I'd intended,
nervousness making me overindulge in one or four too many
beers the night before. Glancing at the bedside clock, I
saw I had just over an hour before Kisten was due to arrive.
I staggered into the shower and soaped myself down, thinking
of Kisten, and how he'd soon be in my house. I could feel
myself getting hard, picturing his body in my mind. Soaping
up, I grasped my hard-on and slowly began to pump up and
down, thinking of his hard body and gorgeous eyes. My
breathing became harder, and I slowly increased my speed,
moaning as I felt the spray from the shower licking down my
body like a lover, imaging Kisten's arms around me.
Shouting as I came, my knees buckled from the force, and I
went down, hitting my head on the taps as I went.
"FUCK!" I screamed, holding my now throbbing head (the
other one), feeling gently for blood. Finding no damage, I
stomped back into the bedroom and threw on some shorts.
Coffee, that's what I need. Coffee and aspirin. Man can't
be expected to function properly before his first cup in the
morning. Jonsing for my caffeine hit, I set my coffee-maker
to work, then chewed down a couple of aspirin while standing
over the machine, muttering under my breath and tapping my
fingers on the bench as I waited for a cup's worth of the
precious lifeblood to percolate into the jug. Finally,
after what seemed like a year, I poured my first cup and
closed my eyes, savouring the first mouthful of the day,
just breathing in the heavenly scent.
Slowly, my brain began to wake up, and I blanched,
remembering how powerful my orgasm had been in the shower,
just thinking about Kisten. If I was that attracted to him
now, how bad would I be if he actually moved in, and I could
see him all the time? If I wasn't careful, I was going to
throw myself on his beautiful body and beg him to take me.
Mmmmm, Kisten's body..
Losing myself in that daydream for a while, I was
startled back into reality by a knock on the door. BAM-BAM .
BAM. Kisten. He was here. At my door. Here. What was I
going to do!? I mentally slapped myself around and went to
the door, taking my coffee mug to help hide my nervousness.
For a second, I just stared at the door, then opened it,
blinking at the noon light. There he was, in all his glory,
grinning at me, and tossing his hair back out of his eyes.
"Just got up, huh?"
I blinked stupidly, looking down at myself - coffee cup
and shorts. "What gave it away?" I sheepishly admitted.
"C'mon in, sorry, haven't finished my first coffee yet, I'm
not at my best before that." I waved him into the lounge
room, following behind him, watching the way his tight arse
moved in the second-skin jeans he was painted into. Unable
to help myself, and I blame it on the concussion I must have
given myself earlier, I let out a low moan. He looked back
over his shoulder at me, flashing that sexy as hell grin.
"Hangovers are killers, dude." Uh, yeah, that's it.
Hangover. I quickly raised my cup to my mouth to hide the
blush that had bloomed on my cheeks. Gesturing towards a
couch, I offered him coffee, grateful for the chance to
escape when he accepted. Hidden in the kitchen, I leaned my
head against the cool tiled wall for a minute, trying
desperately to get my hormones under control. Muttering
under my breath (not crazy, honest), I managed to pull
myself together and get my body back under control.
When I was back in the lounge room, seated on another
chair, we sat in silence for a few minutes, both of us
drinking our coffees. I was so busy trying not to think
about the god sitting in front of me that I barely noticed
when we started chatting casually, about random things. He
asked about the usual stuff - rent, utilities and whatnot
then I showed him the room, next to mine. He walked over to
the window, a thoughtful look on his face, then turned back
to me.
"I'll take it, can I move in now?"
I gaped at him. That was so easy. "Errr, yeah,
where's your stuff at?"
"I got some in the car, and I can borrow a mate's truck
to pick the rest up from Jess' place this afternoon." Jess;
that must be the ex. Bitch, I hated her already. We
quickly sorted out the basics, he wrote a check for first
and last months' rent, then I handed him his house key
before he left. Our house key. Be still my beating heart.
He moved his things in a few hours later. I helped him
carry a few things in, managing not to make too much of a
fool of myself as I drooled over his perfect, perfect body.
This was going to be hell, I knew.
__________________________________
We became accustomed to being housemates, settling into
an easy rhythm, balancing each other well. We started
working out together, hanging out in the evenings, sharing
chores. The kitchen quickly became his domain, as I
couldn't cook to save my own life, and he seemed to enjoy
creating culinary masterpieces that both baffled and amused
me. It never failed to amaze me, seeing him so happy and at
home in there. On the surface, he was pure jock, but as I
got to know him better, I saw a different side to him, one
that I knew would cause me no end of heartache in the end.
He had a gentleness to him as well, a compassionate side
that drew people to him, even when they didn't understand
why. He would cook us both dinner, and we would linger over
it, talking as if we'd been friends for ever. Everything
seemed wonderful, but underneath, I was seriously worried
about my feelings for Kisten. Seeing him in the kitchen,
smelling the heavenly aromas that simmered on the stove, my
mouth watered for more than just the food. Spotting him in
the gym, I had to order myself not to touch him more than
necessary. I knew he was straight, so I tried desperately
to keep my feelings under control. But that didn't stop me
from thinking of his hard body and twilight eyes as I was
jerking off.
We spent more time in each other's company over the
next few months and it became harder to hide my feelings.
I'd catch myself staring at him, into those beautiful eyes,
but I couldn't stop. Sometimes we'd be talking, and I'd be
thinking about his arms or my latest dream featuring him,
and he'd get a strange look on his face, like he somehow
knew what I was thinking. I'd quickly change the subject or
make an excuse to do something else. It was worrying, I was
terrified of what he might do if he found out that I was
infatuated with him, and wanted nothing more than to feel
his hard, masculine body pressing me down, his hands roaming
over my body, and his mouth branding my skin. I was jerking
off three times a day, trying to stop my body from betraying
me, not that it seemed to help much. One look at his body,
one sniff of his scent, and I was rock hard. To cover, I
started wearing baggier pants everyday.
Even through all this, I felt more at home with him
than I ever had before in my life. We worked well together,
and got along well, almost like brothers. (Except for my
lustful fantasies, of course, you pervs!). We wore similar
sized clothes, and since we shared a bathroom and laundry
hamper, they naturally ended up becoming mixed together.
After the first few times of apologizing profusely and
returning clothes of his that I had accidentally mixed in
with mine, he just laughed and said it was no big deal, he'd
ended up with my clothes more than once as well. Kist just
suggested we share and not worry about what ended up where.
Naturally, after that, it seemed that whatever shirt I
wanted to wear was somehow in his room. It became common
for him to wander into my room to look for something to
wear, choosing something of mine as often as his own. One
day, I was woken up from dreaming about Kisten rubbing his
body over mine, to the sounds of him going through my
cupboard.
"Wha." (Did I mention that I'm not at my best before
coffee?)
"Dude, you know where that red shirt of mine is? The
one with the collar?"
"Isn't that my shirt? Look in the wardrobe."
"Hmmm, oh yeah, it is yours. Well, looks better on me
anyway." He smirked. I half-heartedly threw a pillow at
him and rolled onto my stomach, only to jerk my head back
around to look at him as he burst out laughing.
"What the fuck dude? Too freaking early in the morning
here." I scowled.
Chuckles was practically rolling around on the floor,
laughing too hard to be able to speak. He pointed at my
arse, which had been uncovered when I rolled over, trapping
the sheet under my body. It took me a moment to realise
what he found so amusing, until it dawned on me that I was
wearing boxers. I didn't own any boxers, I was a briefs
guy. My face blushed crimson and I tired to stammer an
apology.
"Oh, shit, man, I'm sorry, I didn't even realise."
He straightened, gasping for breathe. "Deke, man, it's
cool. Our clothes are all mixed up anyway. I don't think
either of us really knows who owns what anymore. Don't even
worry about it, you look hot in boxers. Keep `em. Tell you
what; I'll wear your briefs too."
Thank god I was on my stomach, since the thought of him
in my underwear made my whole body clench. Kisten left my
room, still chuckling on his way down the hall. That's when
what he'd said came back to me. He thinks I look hot in
boxers? Oh baby. As soon as I got up, I was going shopping
for more.
_____________________________________
Six months passed, and everything was perfect, except
my emotions. I knew that I was teetering on the edge of
love for this man, only hanging on by sheer will. The
slightest indication from him, and I would plummet, hard and
fast, head over heels in love. The sheer stupidity of such
an act overwhelmed me sometimes. I so wanted to let Kisten
know how I felt about him, but I was too afraid that it
would change his opinion of me. I dreaded seeing those
beautiful eyes grow cold; hear his velvet voice say hurtful
and devastating things. I knew this was solely my own
fears, as Kisten had never given any indication that he
hated gays, in fact, several of his friends were openly same-
sex orientated. But still, I was afraid. Things were
becoming desperate when I got a phone call.
"Well hello sexy! Did you miss me?" Hearing the
familiar voice instantly put a huge smile on my face, and
made all my troubles disappear.
"Kat! Sweetheart, how are you? Where are you? I've
missed you so much babe!" Kat, as I've mentioned, is my
best friend, and the only one who knew I was gay. She was a
beautiful woman, red haired, with a red-head's famed temper,
but also fiercely loyal and caring. She and I had been
almost inseparable since pre-school. We even tried dating
for a while, until she told me that I was gay. Yeah, she
knew before I did. Since she was studying psychology at a
university across the country, we rarely saw each other
anymore, but kept in touch everyday. She knew all about my
obsession with Kisten. Which was the reason for her call.
"I've got a few weeks holiday, starting today, so I'm
coming to stay with you. I want to meet this Kisten you
keep raving about. And maybe I miss you too lover!" (It's
true, we gave our virginity to each other, thank gods it
didn't hurt our friendship!) Kisten, who was sitting in the
room with me, had a strange look on his face. I don't think
that we'd ever talked about girls, or that he'd seen me like
this before. But all thoughts of Kisten were blown out of
my mind at Kat's next words.
"Well, aren't you going to answer your door?" Vaguely
I heard the doorbell chime.
"How did you know that someone was at the door?" I
asked as I took the cordless phone to the door. (Honestly,
yes, I am that dense sometimes).
"Psychic, babe," was her flippant answer.
"Fuck, I hope not," I replied as I started to open the
door. "All those naughty thoughts I have about you will get
me .." Suddenly a red blur threw itself into my arms, and
wrapped itself around my waist. She kissed me soundly on
the lips, mussing up my hair as she did so. Typical Kat
welcome.
She drew back and laughed "Get you what, darling?" I
was struck dumb, still holding the phone in one hand,
supporting her weight with the other.
Seeing her sparkling eyes laughing down at me, I burst
out laughing. "You bitch! You could have warned me! You
nearly scared the life out of me! Oh gods, I'm so glad to
see you babe." Instant relief swept through me, and I
dropped the phone and just hugged her to me.
It just felt so good to have my best friend with me
again, the only one in the world who knew everything about
me. I closed my eyes and hugged her close, just breathing
in her familiar, comforting scent. My worries and tensions
over Kisten seemed to drop away, and for the first time in
months, I felt relaxed. We must have stood there like that
for five minutes before I felt her stir and begin to smile.
Then my blood ran cold at her next words.
"Hi, you must be Kisten. Deke's told me everything
about you. Deke, lover, put me down now, I want to go meet
the guy I've heard so much about. Oww!" (That would be
where I pinched her to get her to shut up. Closely followed
by her smacking my chest and me dropping her.) Well used to
this behaviour, Kat dropped lightly to her feet and
sauntered over to Kisten, who still had that strange look on
his face, his unique eyes burning. It almost looked
like.jealousy? Nah, couldn't be. Why would he be jealous?
Putting it out of my mind, I went to save him from Kat.
The three of us went out for dinner that night, Kisten
and Kat chatting like old friends within the hour. Looking
at them both, I realised that I was looking at the two
people I cared most about in the world.
Kat noticed my inner musings. "What, space boy?"
Blushing profusely, I mumbled something about a story I
was working on and proposed a toast: "To good friends."
They echoed my sentiments, and we shared a moment,
smiling at each other. Then Kisten put his glass down.
"Come on you two, enough with the mushy stuff. Kat,
tell me all the embarrassing things Deke did as a kid."
I immediately put one hand over her mouth and the other
on Kisten's chest to ward him off. "Kat, my love, you know
I adore you, but if you tell him anything, I'll kill both of
you and they'll never find the bodies. I'll claim you two
fell in love and eloped to Aruba together, comprende mi
amore?"
She just laughed at me. "Oh Deacon, you know you make
me wild when you speak Spanish. Now shut up and let Kist
and I talk." I considered gagging her, but didn't think it
would work. She'd hurt me badly. (I have a healthy respect
for the wrath of women, especially my fiery Kat.)
"Fine! I'll let the two of you catch up! Don't say I
didn't warn you though. But since I love you both, I'll try
to make your deaths as painless as possible." With that, I
excused myself to go to the bathroom. Inside, I locked
myself into a cubicle and sat down on the toilet lid for a
few minutes, breathing deeply and getting my body back under
control, the memory of how Kisten's chest felt still
tingling on my hand. Oh fuck, did I say I loved them both?
Please gods, let him not have caught that, or just think I
was kidding around. (Paranoid, me?) Finally, I settled
down, and headed back to the table. As I neared the table,
I noted that they both had weird looks on their faces.
Almost guilty. Kisten just about leapt up as I reached the
table, saying he had to leave. Confused, I watched him go
as I motioned for the waiter to bring the bill. Kat just
looked at me, a small smile playing on her lips, and refused
to talk about it.
On the walk home, I started to feel upset at Kat, she
was obviously hiding something from me, but all she would
say that it wasn't important, and I'd find out later. A
myriad of reasons ran through my head. What on earth could
they have been talking about that made Kist run out like
that? Kat, however, was having none of that. She soon
teased me out of my mood by doing what she did best:
insulting my manhood.
"Awww, what's wrong? Did the itty bitty female hurt
the big strong man's feelings? Does baby need his mummy to
kiss his boo-boos?" Five minutes of this and I was ready to
strangle her. Instead I growled at her, slung her over my
shoulder as we reached the house and raced back to the
bathroom. Slinging her protesting into the shower, I turned
on the cold water, soaking her thoroughly. She screamed and
giggled, trying to squirm out of my grasp. Eventually, I
was laughing too hard to keep my balance, and she dragged me
in as well.
Twenty minutes later, we were out, dried and sipping
hot chocolate on the couch. We chatted for a while, just
general catching up, when she suddenly punched me in the
arm. (Not lightly, either, the woman has a mean right
hook!)
"Ouch! Bitch! What'd you do that for?!"
"You're not paying attention to me, you're wondering
where lover boy is. And why haven't you told him that
you're in love with him yet?" That's my Kat: sweet,
selfless and subtle as a rock to the family jewels.
"I am too paying attention. You're a mean person who
wants world domination. And I am not in love with Kisten.
That would be the most stupid thing I could do. I'm not
about to fall in love with a straight jock."
She stared at me, her sudden grin growing bigger. "No,
no you're not." And with that enigmatic reply, she
majestically swept past me, into my bedroom. On the few
occasions that she had visited me, we'd always shared my
king sized bed, rather than deal with extra bedding and the
like. This time was no different, we performed our nightly
deeds, the curled up under the covers to watch one of our
favourite DVDs. Which naturally lead to an in depth
discussion on whom we'd rather seduce - Aragorn or Legolas.
As usual, we were divided; I could no more convince her of
Aragorn's obvious superiority, than she could me of
Legolas'. Agreeing to disagree, and take one each, we
snuggled up to sleep, with only a minor pillow fight. (I
won. Alright, she did. But only because she's a hell of a
lot meaner than I am.)
"Deke, do you have my blue. oh, shit." Rudely awakened
from my sleep, I could only blink at the commotion coming
from my doorway. Kisten was standing shirtless (mmm, even
mostly asleep I could appreciate THAT view) and agape just
inside my room, looking at my bed. Confused, I glanced down
to see what he was looking at. Kat's arm was draped around
my naked stomach, along the waistband of my boxers. Oh. It
looked like we. No, he wouldn't think that she and I . I
mean, he knew that Kat and I were as close as siblings. He
wouldn't think that we .? And why would he care?
Apparently he did. Muttering an apology, he backed out
of the room and closed the door. Feeling somehow like I'd
done something wrong, I turned to Kat with a confused
expression.
"What just happened?" (No coffee, remember)
"Oh Deke, sweetie. I'm sorry. You get dressed and
I'll go talk to him, okay?" And she was gone before I could
make sense of what was going on. I dragged myself into the
shower, still seeing the look on Kisten's face. It looked
like someone had just stabbed him in the gut. But why? I
mean, he was straight, and he'd never shown any interest in
me that way before. And he's straight.right? Maybe he's
interested in Kat. Oh hell no, I don't think I could deal
with that. Finally, I dragged myself out of the bathroom to
get dressed. Kat was sitting on my bed, looking smugly
satisfied.
"Darling, I'm going shopping. Then to a movie with a
friend. I'll be back really, really late. If I don't just
crash at my friend's place. Don't wait up! I'll see you,
like, lunchtime tomorrow, dinner at the latest. Have fun!"
"But." Leaving me standing there, she was out the door,
sniggering to herself. What the hell was going on?
Gathering all of my courage (chickens, remember), I dressed
and went into the kitchen for a desperately needed cup of
coffee. I didn't see Kisten on my way, so I assumed he must
have gone out as well. I'd almost finished my second cup,
standing there in the kitchen when I heard his low voice.
"Deacon."
Turning around, he was there, right behind me. Without
making a sound, he'd appeared in the room. The remains of
my coffee sloshed onto my hand as I jumped. He looked so
intense, staring at me as he crossed the room. Nervously, I
put my coffee cup down (before I dropped it) and tried to
speak.
"Kisten, Kat and I are just friends. Nothing is." My
voice faltered at the look in his twilight eyes. I was
paralysed, like a deer in the headlights of a car as he
advanced upon me. I had a brief flash of a jaguar stalking
its prey before his chest pressed mine back against the
wall. He placed his arms on the wall on either side of my
head, effectively trapping me. His body was held the merest
fraction away from my own as he stared straight into my
eyes, holding me with his burning gaze as with his body. I
trembled as he lowered his mouth towards my ear. My entire
world became him, and my heart sped up until I thought it
would burst from my body. When he was a deep inhalation
from my ear, he breathed huskily into it.
"I thought I could be okay with you being straight,
Deacon, but I'm not. I want you more than anyone else I've
ever met. I've seen you looking at me; tell me you don't
want me as much as I want you. I need you to say it. So
many nights I've jacked off thinking of this perfect body of
yours, just a wall away, then dreamt of making love to you.
I want to cover your body with my own, and taste all of you.
I want to ride your body until you scream with lust, and
wake up in the morning still inside you, before doing it all
over again, over and over until we're both exhausted and
neither of us knows where I stop and you begin. Until you
beg me to stop; to never stop. I need to see your eyes go
blind as you go over, and hold you, shuddering, beneath me,
as you do. Tell me you don't want this too, and I'll stop.
I'll never bother you again. But say it now because I'm
holding on by a thread here Deke. Tell me; tell me now,
before it's too late."
I was trembling at his words, rock hard and panting,
more turned on than ever before in my life. As he finished,
my eyes closed and my head fell back, and I lifted my hands
to clutch at his hips. At my touch, he convulsed, growling
`Too late' as he closed the distance between us. He claimed
my lips with his own, possessing me almost brutally as I
willingly opened to him. My arms slipped around his waist,
urging him closer as he ground his clothed erection against
my own. After an eternity of sensation, he drew back,
leaving me whimpering and dazed. He leaned his forehead
against mine and breathed deeply, getting his control back.
"Kisten." Confused, I opened my eyes, looking into the
swirling darkness of his.
"It's alright baby, you're just so hot. I've wanted
you since I first saw you; I can hardly believe that I've
finally got you. Just don't want this to be over too
quickly. Wrap your legs around my waist and your arms
around my neck." Dazedly, I complied, and he kissed me
again as he held me to him and carried me to his bedroom.
Kicking the door closed behind us, he lowered us both to the
bed, kissing me senseless the whole time. We struggled to
undress each other without drawing apart, our clothes
vanishing from between us. I thought I would explode as he
drew back again, looking back down at my body.
"Gods, you're so beautiful baby. How did I wait so
long? I need to feel you, tell me you want me too." The
longing in his voice sent shivers through me and I gasped
out his name.
"Kist . please . Kisten . touch me, please. Please .
now."
He seemed to go wild at my words, his mouth and hands
were all over me: biting my neck, pinching my nipples;
licking my stomach, moulding my cheeks. Helpless as I was
against his onslaught, I could only clutch at his hair and
moan. His naturally dominant side came out fully as he
pinned my wrists above my head to gain greater access to my
body. Finally, he crawled back up to my mouth, laid on top
of me, kissing me like I was his last grasp on sanity. We
rubbed our bodies against each other, our hard cocks oozing,
layering our abdomens with precum. Kisten lightly ran his
hand down my body, and back up, grasping our cocks together
in one hand.
"Give me your hand, baby." Gasping, I dragged one hand
away from his back and joined his. Together we created an
electric friction on our shafts. He leaned down and gently
bit my right nipple, then harder. Time stopped, everything
disappeared except for the feelings of Kisten and what he
was doing. Feeling the lines of fire that connected
directly from my nipple to my groin, I threw my head back,
my body arching under his as with a massive spasm I came
like thunder, screaming his name to the heavens as the world
exploded. With the first pulse on his chest, he reared up,
smashing back down, his own orgasm battering his senses as
his teeth found my neck and bit down hard . harder . harder
.
Panting, I lay spent under him with closed eyes, slowly
beginning to feel sensation in my body again. He rested his
forehead against mine until I could feel his pulse slow and
return to normal. The throbbing in my spent dick beat in
time to the throbbing in my neck. Idly, I wondered if he'd
broken the skin, he'd bitten that hard. Under this though,
my brain was a screaming wreck. What the hell just
happened? Kist wanted me? He kissed me? And we.? He. We.
His body . Oh fuck, pinch me, I'm dreaming. No, don't, I
want to stay asleep. That was incredible, I've never felt
anything so. Fuck..
"Deke, baby, look at me. Are you okay? Oh baby,
you're so beautiful. Did I hurt you? Open your eyes now
baby, let me see you." Gradually, Kisten's low voice
penetrated my post-coital bliss, and I slowly opened my
eyes, to look straight (no pun intended) into the beautiful,
worried, purple-darkness eyes of the man I loved.
"You're pretty." I smirked, unbelievably happy.
Instant relief swept across his face as he laughed and
leaned down to kiss me again and again and again and again
until the universe spun away and there was only Kisten .
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That's the end of chapter one. Gods, I hope y'all
liked it, this is my first ever story. I just had to write
it. Please, write to me, tell me what you think,
constructive criticism would be highly appreciated, but
please, have mercy, no flaming! My delicate psyche can't
handle it. phoenyx.wolfe@gmail.com
Phoenyx