Page 8 of A Very Gay Halloween (Curious #19)

He glances over his shoulder, and there's something wicked in his expression. "Then I'll tell you to stop. But August?" He pauses, making sure he has my full attention. "Don't be too gentle. I'm not made of glass."

The lube cap pops open under my clumsy fingers, and I squirt way too much onto my palm. It's slippery, and I nearly drop the bottle before managing to set it aside.

I spread the lube between both hands, trying to warm it up, and Cooper makes this soft sound that might be amusement.

"You're stalling," he observes.

"I'm being thorough."

"Uh-huh."

But he doesn't push. Just waits while I work up the courage to actually touch him.

When I finally reach out, my hands go to his ass instead of where they're supposed to go. His cheeks are firm and perfect, and I spend longer than necessary spreading lube over every inch of skin, mapping the contours with my palms.

He lets me explore, but I can see the tension building in his shoulders. Finally, he chuckles. "That's nice and all, but I think you're stalling."

Caught. I take a breath that doesn't quite fill my lungs and press the tip of my index finger to his hole.

The skin here is different, soft and puckered. I circle around it, getting him slick, trying to work up the nerve to actually breach him.

Cooper's breathing has changed. Deeper now, more controlled, like he's concentrating.

I press forward, and the tip of my finger disappears inside him.

Cooper's whole body goes tense for a second, and I freeze, sure I've done something wrong. But then he lets out this low, guttural sound that shoots straight to my cock.

"More," he says, and his voice is strained.

I push deeper, slowly, until I'm buried to the second knuckle. The heat around my finger is incredible, and the way Cooper's body grips me makes my head spin.

He's so fucking tight. How is my cock ever going to fit?

The thought makes me groan, and Cooper pushes his hips back, taking my finger deeper.

"Jesus," I breathe.

"Keep going."

I start moving, pulling out and pushing back in, marveling at the way his body yields to me. Cooper's breathing turns ragged, and those little sounds he was making get louder.

After a few minutes, his muscles start to relax around my finger. I add a second one, and Cooper's head drops forward against the wall.

"Fuck, yes."

The stretch looks intense, but Cooper's pushing back against my fingers like he wants more. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, pre-come dripping steadily onto the basement floor.

I crook my fingers, searching, and suddenly his entire body jerks.

"There." The word is barely recognizable. "Fuck, right there."

I've found his prostate. I know because Cooper goes absolutely wild when I press against it again, his back arching and his legs spreading wider.

"What is that?" I ask, because the reaction is so intense it's almost alarming.

"Don't care. Do it again."

So I do. Over and over, until Cooper's making these desperate sounds that echo off the stone walls. His hole is loose around my fingers now, but still snug enough that I can't imagine fitting anything bigger inside.

"I'm ready," he pants. "I need your cock inside me now."

The words hit me like a blow. My cock throbs so fucking bad I have to grip the base to keep from coming right here, right now.

"Fuck—"

" Now . Before I lose my fucking mind."

I pull my fingers out, and Cooper whimpers at the loss. The condom wrapper might as well be made of steel for how much my slick, shaking hands can manage it. I tear at the foil with my teeth, finally getting it open, and the latex nearly slips from my fingers twice before I get it rolled on.

Cooper watches over his shoulder, and there's pure hunger in his expression. His pupils are blown so wide I can barely see the color of his eyes, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

I slick myself with more lube, coating every inch until my cock glistens in the dim light. Cooper spreads his legs wider, arching his back, and the view nearly brings me to my knees.

His hole is pink, edges swollen from my fingers, glistening with lube, and I watch it clench around nothing. He's so fucking gorgeous like this—wrecked and desperate and offering himself to me like some kind of gift.

"You sure about this?" I ask, because this feels like jumping off a cliff with no idea what's at the bottom.

He turns to look at me over his shoulder. "If you ask me one more time, I'm going to turn around and fuck you instead."

"Noted."

I line up my cock with his hole, the head pressing against that tight ring of muscle. We both go very still. The difference between my fingers and my cock is significant, and the rational part of my brain wonders how the hell this is supposed to work.

But then Cooper pushes back slightly, and my cockhead breaches with intensity that makes us both gasp.

Holy fucking shit.

The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced. Heat and pressure and tightness that makes my vision blur. Cooper's body grips me like a fist, so tight I can barely breathe, and I have to dig my fingers into his hips to keep from shoving forward and splitting him in half.

He’s making these small, breathless sounds, his shoulders shaking. Sweat beads on his skin despite the basement's chill, and I can see the muscles in his back trembling with effort.

"You okay?" My voice comes out strangled.

"Keep going," he grits out through clenched teeth.

I push deeper, and it's like his body is fighting me every inch of the way. The resistance is incredible, almost overwhelming, but Cooper keeps pushing back, taking more of me inside him.

Halfway in, I have to stop. My legs are shaking, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to pass out if I don't catch my breath.

"More," he pants. "Give me more."

"I don't want to hurt—"

"You won't. Just... fuck, August, I need all of you."

The raw desperation in his voice undoes me. I grip his hips tighter and push forward until I'm buried completely inside him, my hips flush against his ass.

We both freeze, breathing hard. The sensation is so intense it borders on painful—for both of us, I think. Cooper's body is stretched tight around my cock, and I can feel every pulse, every flutter, every tiny adjustment as he accommodates my size.

"Jesus Christ," I breathe, because I can't form any more coherent thoughts.

Cooper's head hangs between his arms, and I can see his chest heaving with effort. His hole clenches around me sporadically, sending shockwaves through my nervous system.

"Move," he pleads after what feels like hours. "Please fucking move."

"Give me a second—"

"I don't want a second. I want you to fuck me like you mean it."

The raw need in his voice snaps the last thread of my self-control. I pull back slowly, watching my cock emerge from his body, slick and glistening. Just when the head is about to slip out, I thrust forward again.

Cooper cries out, a sound that's pleasure laced with something that might be relief. His back arches beautifully, and he pushes back to meet my next thrust.

"Yes," he hisses. "Like that. Fuck, just like that."

I establish a rhythm—slow, deep thrusts that have Cooper making these desperate little sounds with every stroke. The drag of his body against my cock is incredible, tight and hot and slick. Every nerve ending in my dick is firing at once, sending pleasure coursing through my entire body.

The basement fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, our breathless pants echoing off the stone walls. Cooper's ass is perfect—firm and round and absolutely made for gripping—and I can't stop watching the way my cock disappears into him over and over again.

"You feel so fucking good," I manage between thrusts.

"Yeah?" Cooper's voice is wrecked, barely recognizable. "Tell me."

"So tight. So hot. Like you were made for my cock."

Cooper moans at my words, his hole clenching around me. "More. Tell me more."

I lean forward, changing the angle, and Cooper nearly screams. His whole body jerks, and his hands scramble against the stone wall for purchase.

"There," he gasps. "Right fucking there."

I've hit the right spot. I thrust again at the same angle, and Cooper's reaction is immediate and violent. His back arches impossibly, and a sound tears from his throat that he quickly muffles with his forearm.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous like this," I pant, picking up the pace. "Taking my cock so well. Looking so fucking perfect."

Cooper's responding moans are getting louder, more desperate, and I have to remind myself that there are people somewhere above us. The thought of getting caught should terrify me, but instead it makes my cock throb inside him.

"Harder," Cooper demands, pushing back against my thrusts. "I can take it. Give me everything."

I grip his hips tighter and start fucking him with real intensity. Deep, powerful thrusts that have his ass jiggling with each impact. The sound echoes through the basement like gunshots, mixing with our moans and curses.

Cooper reaches down to stroke his cock, and the mere idea nearly ends me right there. His hand moves frantically along his length. Pre-come drips from his cockhead onto the basement floor, and I realize he's getting close.

"You gonna come for me?" I ask, angling my thrusts to nail his prostate with every stroke.

"Yes," he sobs. "Fuck yes, I'm gonna come so hard."

"Do it. Come all over yourself while I fuck you."

His hand moves faster, and I can feel his body starting to tighten around me. It’s like being gripped by a vice that's slowly tightening with each of his strokes.

"August," he moans, and hearing my name on his lips while I'm buried inside him nearly sends me over the edge. "I'm so close. So fucking close."

"Come for me, Coop. Let me feel you fall apart."

That does it.

He comes with a muffled scream, his whole body convulsing as his orgasm tears through him. His hole clamps down on my cock so tight I see stars, rhythmic pulses that milk my length with every spurt of come that shoots from his cock.

The sight and sensation push me past the point of no return. My own orgasm builds at the base of my spine, threatening to tear me apart from the inside out.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—"

"Yes," Cooper gasps, still shaking from his own climax. "Come inside me. Fill me up."

His words shatter what's left of my control. My orgasm hits like a freight train, starting in my toes and exploding through every nerve in my body. I thrust deep and hold there as I come, my cock pulsing inside Cooper's tight heat, filling the condom with what feels like a lifetime's worth of come.

We stay locked together as the aftershocks roll through us, both of us trembling and gasping for air. Cooper's body continues to flutter around my softening cock, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.

When I finally have enough coordination to move, I pull out slowly. We both wince at the loss of connection—Cooper from the stretch, me from the sudden absence of his incredible heat.

He turns around and leans back against the wall, looking completely destroyed in the best possible way. His hair is plastered to his head with sweat, his chest is flushed and heaving, and there are fingerprint bruises forming on his hips where I held on too tight.

He's never looked more beautiful.

For a long moment, we just stare at each other, both processing what just happened. The basement feels different now—charged with something that wasn't there before.

"So," Cooper says finally, his voice hoarse. "We did that."

"Yeah." I'm still catching my breath. "We did."

"Any regrets?"

I consider the question seriously. Two hours ago, if someone had told me I'd be standing naked in a basement after having the best sex of my life with a guy I'd spent two years hating, I'd have laughed in their face.

Now?

"Are you kidding me? That was..."

"What?"

"The best sex I've ever had."

Cooper grins, and it's the first genuinely happy expression I've seen from him since freshman year. "Yeah?"

"Not even close. You're..." I trail off, searching for words that don't exist.

"I'm what?"

"Addictive."

We start getting dressed slowly, neither of us wanting to break the spell. Cooper pulls his shirt on and looks directly at me.

"So what now? Do we go back to hating each other and pretend this never happened?"

The question hits me in the chest. "Do you want to?"

"Fuck no. I want to do this again. Soon."

"How soon?"

"How about tonight? Your place or mine?"

I stare at him, trying to read his expression in the dim light. "You're serious."

"Dead serious. Now that I know what it's like to have you, you think I'm just going to walk away?"

He steps closer, and his voice drops to barely audible. "I've been miserable for two years, trying to figure out why you hated me. Who would have thought it was because you wanted to fuck me all along."

"That's a gross oversimplification—"

"Is it? Because from where I'm standing, we just solved two years of sexual tension in about ten minutes."

"Ten minutes? Try five."

"Ouch. My ego."

I'm laughing—actually laughing—and Cooper's grinning at me like I just gave him the best gift in the world.

We can hear voices getting closer upstairs, which means our group is probably wrapping up their tour. Cooper finds his flashlight and flicks it on, and we make our way back through the basement toward the stairs.

As we climb back up to the main floor, I catch a piece of conversation between two of my frat brothers near the front door.

"You're full of shit," Adam is saying.

"No, it really is haunted, I swear," Connor insists. "Did you not hear the banging coming from the basement? I'm never coming back here. This place is cursed."

I try not to burst out laughing. Cooper catches my eye and winks, and I have to bite my lip to keep quiet.

What a fucking night.

THE END