Page 19 of Glitter

Chapter 19

Dusti seemed to move in slow motion as his arms unwrapped from around his bent knees. One long, slender leg and then the other stretched out, flip-flopped feet coming to rest on the floor. Pointing a single finger at the space between his feet, Dusti repeated his command. “Benny. Come here.”

My heart leapt and galloped, but my legs felt too weak to carry me even the few feet it would take to reach him. Sliding off the loveseat and onto the floor, I crawled, the wood hard against my hands and knees, until I was where he wanted me.

Rubbing my cheeks against the soft, silken skin on the inside of his thighs, I inhaled the sweet, candy scent of him.

“Benny.” My name was a gentle sigh from his lips.

Gentle fingers sifted through my hair, playing with strands that were longer now than when we’d first met. I continued to nuzzle his thighs with my cheeks and nose, inching my way up slowly, higher and higher, intending to bury my face in his groin so I could reacquaint myself with the more concentrated, slightly muskier fragrance of his sex.

But before I could do that, Dusti’s fingers firmed in my hair, tightly gripping handfuls of it, and tugged me up and away. I had only a moment to wonder why he’d denied me that treat when he gave me a different one—an even better one.

Soft, lush and velvety lips brushed against mine. A small, testing sip, followed by a longer, firmer press.

I gasped, and Dusti took advantage of my parted lips to suck my top lip into his mouth. I tried to say his name, but I was unwilling to sever the contact between our lips long enough to properly form the letters. The mumbled syllables I was able to say, Dusti licked off my lips with a languid flick of his tongue.

He tasted of sugar. I would’ve expected nothing less. Like rock candy—the purest, sweetest sugar of all. I eagerly met his tongue with mine, lapping up all his sweetness. And I surged forward, hungry for more, when I felt Dusti pull his mouth from mine.

“Benny, wait,” he said, causing me to whimper pitifully. “Wait. We need to…”

Some color had returned to Dusti’s face, a soft wash of pink staining his cheeks, and his breath was rushing as much as mine was, all from a few kisses. The flush on his cheeks deepened as his eyelashes swept down to cover his eyes and his straight, white teeth nibbled on the corner of hip lip.

“This isn’t just sex,” he blurted out. Dusti’s eyes squinched closed as he grimaced, but then they flicked open and I found myself staring into familiar pale green-specked, blue fire. “Don’t get me wrong, boo, we are having sex tonight. I missed you so much, it hurt. And I want you. Fuck. I always want you. But you were right. There’s more between us than just sex. And…I want that too. It fucking terrifies me, but…” His voice went low and quiet. “I’m willing to try.”

“Oh, angel.” The words were swallowed up by his mouth as I crashed our lips together.

Plunging my tongue between his sumptuous lips, I explored his mouth, searching out all of his sweetness. We sipped of each other, tongues rubbing and twining together.

I couldn’t get enough of his mouth. It felt like I’d been waiting forever to be allowed to kiss him, and now that I could…I never wanted to stop.

But Dusti had other plans. Tugging my hair, he tipped my head back. “I think it’s bedtime for Benny,” he murmured, nipping and licking at my jaw.

A wordless moan of need rumbled in my throat, and I could feel the shape of Dusti’s smile, against my skin.

He released his grip on my hair, one hand lowering to my shoulder. He firmly nudged me back as he commanded, “Come on, Benny-boo, off the floor. I want your cock, so get your ass up and into my bed.”

Was it odd that I was thrilled to have Dusti ordering me around again?

I scrambled up to my feet, but I’d only taken a few steps in the direction of his bedroom, when Dusti’s voice called out, overriding his first command and issuing a different one. “No, I changed my mind,” he said. “I want you back down on the floor, Benny. I like the way you look on your hands and knees for me.”

My knees protested, but I told them to fuck off. My comfort wasn’t as important as Dusti’s wishes.

A moment later, Dusti’s feet and calves entered my field of vision. “Good. So good for me.”

The words, and the way he petted my hair, made me feel a bit like a pet dog, but…I was sort of into it? My dick certainly seemed to like it, thickening inside my khaki pants.

“I want you to stay here, just like this,” he said. “I haven’t, uh…I haven’t really showered today.” I could hear the embarrassment in his voice, especially as he admitted, “I’m probably pretty gross.” I doubted he’d believe me if I told him I wouldn’t care if he smelled like the entire Minnesota Loons hockey team after a game, so I kept my mouth shut. “I’m going to go take a shower,” he stated. “I want you to take off all your clothes, then get back down onto your hands and knees, and stay there until I let you know I’m ready. Then when I call you, I want you to crawl to me. Can you do that, Benny? Can you crawl to my bed?”

“Y-yes,” I replied. “If that’s what you want… Yes.”

“Hmm. Good.”

His flip-flops slapped against the wood floor as he walked to the bathroom. I heard the bathroom door close, but only a moment later, it snicked open again.

“Hey, Benny?” Dusti called. “That thing you called me earlier? When we were kissing. What did you call me?”

Crap. I’d slipped up again, but this time, he’d finally caught me.

“Ummm… Angel,” I said. “I called you an angel.”

“Oh.” The soft exclamation didn’t tell me much, but then Dusti declared, “I like it. Angel . Thank you, boo.”

The bathroom door closed again, then came the sound of the shower turning on.

Not sure how long he was going to take in the shower, I quickly climbed to my feet and shucked off my clothes. Then I went back down onto my hands and knees to wait for him to call for me.

I felt silly, being down on all fours, naked, in his living room. Especially, when Dusti wasn’t even in the room anymore. But I stayed where I was, just as he’d ordered. Even though he was in the shower and wouldn’t know if I got up to relieve the pressure on my knees, I stayed where I was.

I’m not sure how long Dusti was in the shower; it felt like forever. But finally, from his bedroom, Dusti called, “Alright, Benny-boo, crawl to me.”

Pins and needles prodded at the palms of my hands, my knees, and the tops of my feet—all the points of contact for my body against the hard floor—as I awkwardly crawled toward Dusti’s bedroom. I hoped that his next instruction wouldn’t be anything too physically taxing, like standing upright, because I wasn’t sure how well I’d be able to follow it if it was.

When I saw the edge of the room dividing screen in my peripheral vision, I glanced up to make sure I wasn’t about to crawl myself right into the foot of Dusti’s bed.

Laying on his stomach, with his feet near the head of the bed, Dusti had his head propped up on his hands, a large smile on his face, as he watched my progress from the living room to the bedroom.

“Oh, you look so good crawling for me, boo,” he said. “Like an adorable, lumbering little bear cub.” He suddenly popped up onto his butt, sitting cross-legged on the bed. His legs, arms, and torso were bare, and it looked like he hadn’t bothered to put on any clothing after he got out of the shower. “I could ride you!” he exclaimed.

“Uh…I guess?”

I wasn’t sure if his declaration indicated that he wanted to ride on my back while I crawled around on the floor or if he…wanted to ride me. Ride my dick. In a bed, hopefully, for the sake of my poor aching knees. With Dusti, I could honestly see him wanting either scenario.

His bright, excited smile changed into a pout as he complained, “It would be a lot of work, though. For me.”

Okay, that seemed to skew things more toward the second situation, which…fuck yeah. I would love for him to ride me. In bed. Just to clear things up, I went ahead and asked him, “Uh…in bed? You want to ride me in bed?”

“Well, I did,” Dusti replied, his lower lip still poked out in an adorable pout. “But then I thought about how much effort I’d have to expend and… Not that you’re not worth tons of effort, Benny,” he quickly interjected. “You are. It’s just…I kinda don’t want to.”

Dusti looked very concerned that I was going to be upset by what he said. And I wanted to reassure him that I wasn’t. Really, I did. But before that…

“Alright. First… Can I get up off the floor now, Dusti?” I asked him.

A sheepish expression crossed his face as he said, “Oh. Oops. Sorry about that. Of course, you can sit on the bed.”

When I tried to stand up, I listed severely to one side, and I was a bit worried I was going to fall over. But I somehow held onto my balance and was able to lumber my way on to the bed, grunting and groaning more than I would want to admit to.

Laying half on my back and half on my side, I gave my body a moment to adjust to no longer being on all fours. Then I brought up the second thing I wanted to say. “I’m pretty sure there’s a way you can ride me, but I’ll still be doing most, or all, of the work,” I told him.

“That’s not fair, though—”

I interrupted him to remind him, “Whatever you want, angel, remember? I said that we would always do whatever you wanted, no matter what it is. So, if you want to ride me, even if it means I’m doing everything…I’m really fucking okay with that.”

Dusti’s pout vanished like it had never existed. “Really?” he asked. “I get to ride you?”

At my nod, he shoved my shoulder to roll me all the way onto my back. Then he slung one of his legs over me, straddling my hips.

“Okay, so how is this working?”

“You mean you’re not going to tell me?” I teased. “How am I supposed to know what to do if you’re not telling me what to do?”

I yelped when he pinched my nipple.

“Asshole,” he muttered. Giving me a flat stare, he said, “Since this is your idea, I’ll let you be in charge. But just this once,” he added, pointing a finger at my nose. “We both like it when I’m giving the orders, so don’t go thinking we’re going to change that up.”

He made a good point.

“Okay, so here’s what we’re going to do,” I started. But then I realized we needed to cross off a few other basic issues before we got into the actual fucking. “Oh, wait. Condoms. And lube. We need condoms and lube. And prepping. I have to prep you before we—”

“Condoms and lube are where they always are,” Dusti said. “Conveniently right under my pillow. If you… Stretch your arm just a little and you can reach them. And as for prepping me… There’s no need. I did that in the shower.”

“You don’t always have to be the one to do that,” I told him, a frown tugging at the corner of my mouth. “I like prepping you.” Frown turning into a leer, I stated, “I really liked getting you all loose and open with my mouth.”

Dusti squirmed in my lap, which did wonderful things for my dick.

“Yes, well… I had to wash down there anyway,” he said. “So, I just did a little extra and got myself ready at the same time. It’s not a big deal.” Leaning down, his mouth hovered over mine, so close to kissing me, but not quite closing the gap. “And I’m really impatient to get your cock in me,” he added. “I didn’t want to wait any longer than I needed to.”

I really wished he would’ve let me prep him, but there would be other times. Right now, he wasn’t the only one impatient for my cock to be inside his ass.

“Okay, so here’s what we’ll do,” I repeated. “You’re going to kneel over me, sort of what you’re already doing. Then you’ll lean forward and put your elbows on my shoulders, with the backs of your upper arms resting on my chest.”

Dusti wordlessly murmured an acknowledgement, then shifted his body into the position I’d described. Once he had arranged himself the way I wanted, I said, “This should keep you stable enough while I…”

“While you… What? While you what?”

“While I pound my dick into your ass from below,” I said.

“Fuck. Fuck, yes. Do it. Please. Do it.”

“Hold on. Need to grab the condom and lube first.”

Shoving my hand beneath his pillow, I found the condom and lube right where he’d said it would be. It was a bit harder to do with his body in the way, but I managed to get the condom open and rolled down my aching cock. Popping open the bottle of lube, I aimed a generous drizzle of it on my dick and squeezed a little bit of extra in his crack.

Flinging the bottle aside, I smeared the lube around my cock, getting it nice and coated. Wrapping my right hand around the base of my dick, I ran the left down Dusti’s back. When it reached the top of his ass, I dipped my fingers into his crease, going by feel to find his hole.

Just as he’d said, Dusti’s hole was already loose and slick. I globbed the extra lube I’d dribbled on in ass into his hole, adding it to what was already there.

“Benny, please. Put it in,” Dusti begged, when I teased him by thwapping my shaft against his ass. “I need it.”

Even though Dusti had let me dictate the arrangement of our bodies, ultimately, he was always going to be the one in control. Giving him what he wanted—what we both wanted—I notched the head of my cock against his opening and raised my hips, pushing my cock inside him.

“Oh, yes. Yes. I’ve missed your cock,” he cried. “Your fat, fat cock. So good in my ass. Feels so good.”

I thought Dusti was pretty stable above me, but, slinging an arm across his back, I grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand and gripped his hip with the other to help brace his position.

Over and over, I pistoned my hips up and down, thrusting my dick into his hot, wet hole. My abs and my pelvis and my glutes and my…well, pretty much my everything burned from the strain, unaccustomed as they were to any sort of exercise.

With each jolt of my cock, Dusti whined and panted against the side of my face. “Of fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.” Then he was smearing wet, open-mouthed kisses on my cheek, each one drifting closer and closer to my mouth. Then his mouth was on mine, kissing me like he also couldn’t get enough.

The blasted need for oxygen soon caused our mouths to jerk apart, and we shared hot, gasping breaths in the narrow space between our trembling lips.

“Fuck. You feel so good,” Dusti said, his straining voice barely above a whisper. “But…but… Would you just fuck me into the mattress already? Please, Benny. Throw me off, pin me down, and fuck me hard. Please.”

A growl tore from my throat as I tightened my grip on his body and flung him off to the side. We both cried out as my cock wrenched out of his hole, but then I was on him, his body barely having stopped bouncing on the mattress.

I jerked his legs into the air, propping his ankles over my left shoulder. Lining up my dick, I sank back into his hole in one long thrust. “Benny!” he cried as I bottomed out, my cock back where it belonged.

Bracing my forearm over the delicate arches of his collarbones, I bent him nearly in half as I leaned most of my weight on him.

“Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh fuck.”

I lips curled in a fierce snarl of satisfaction as Dusti’s stream of profanity got louder and louder and more desperate the faster and harder I fucked him.

His channel was a tight glove around my dick. I could feel him throbbing, his orgasm getting closer and closer.

His hands scrambled over any part of my body he could reach. Dragging through my hair. Clawing at my shoulders. Raking down my back. Marking me up with his need to come.

“Come on, angel. Come for me,” I begged. My own orgasm was barreling down on me like a runaway train; I needed Dusti to come. “You’ve gotta be close. I can feel that you’re close. Come for me, angel. Now.”

His eyes rolling back, Dusti threw back his head, arching his neck. His fingers latched onto a handful of my hair, yanking on it so hard that he probably pulled some of it out. Meanwhile, his hole clenched tight around my cock, his channel pulsing as wave after wave of cum erupted from his cock. Trapped between our bodies, his cum had nowhere else to go other than smeared all across both of our chests.

“Benny. Benny. Oh, Benny. My Benny.”

As I knew it would, his orgasm triggered my own. My cock was hard as steel and my cum shot out of me in wondrously painful, throbbing spurts. It seemed unending, but when it was finally over, the haze of my climax cleared and I emerged to find Dusti sweetly stroking my sweaty hair and cooing soft nonsense to me.

Lifting my head off his shoulder, I pressed my lips to his sweat-damp skin. I brushed another kiss to a spot about an inch to the left. Another spot, another kiss. Incrementally making my way up to his mouth, my lips drifted across his shoulder, to the tender hollow of his throat, over and around the jut of his Adam’s apple, and up to the soft, delicate skin on the underside of his chin. Each inch gained earned me a sweet, light giggle from Dusti.

The discovery of another ticklish spot close to the hinge of his jaw ended my kissing journey. Dusti pulled my head away from his skin, angling it so that my face was tilted up toward him.

“Hi,” he said, a big, beautiful smile lighting up his face.

“Hi,” I replied, a matching grin stretching my mouth.

Pulling my face even closer to his, Dusti craned his neck to bring our mouths together in a slow, nibbling kiss. One led to two, which led to three. Until, after one last teasing lick, Dusti slid his mouth away from mine.

As much as I didn’t want to leave his arms, we were both coated in cooling cum and I needed to take care of the condom. Mindful that he might be a bit sore, I carefully eased my dick from his hole, kissing the tip of his nose in apology when he winced.

“Sorry,” I said, sitting back on my haunches and efficiently stripping the condom from my dick. “It wasn’t too rough, was it?”

“No, not at all,” Dusti replied. Although he winced again as he shifted out of the wet spot, moving farther up on the bed to recline against the headboard. “It was perfect.”

Tying off the condom, I dropped it to the floor, hoping that one of us would remember to take care of it before it got lost among all the other clutter of his room.

“Do you want to go get cleaned up now or…” I asked.

“Later. We can do it later,” he replied. “For right now, come here, boo,” he requested, holding his arms out and inviting me to come cuddle.

Lying not quite in the middle of the bed, Dusti hadn’t left me much room, unless I wanted to be right on top of the wet spot. Stretching out on the mattress on the far side of him, I curled my body into his, pressing tight against him so my ass wasn’t hanging off the side of the bed.

His long, slender arms wrapped tight around my shoulders as our legs tangled together. Angling my head, I nuzzled my nose into the messy jumble of his curls. He smelled of sugar, sweat, and cum, and I inhaled deeply, wanting to fill my senses with the intoxicating scent of him.

We really should get up to clean ourselves up, but the satisfaction of an excellent orgasm and the relief that Dusti was willing to give a relationship between us a chance made me content to just stay in his arms for a little longer.

They also made me sleepy, especially after all of that physical exertion. I could feel my eyelids dragging down, staying closed for longer and longer. But before I could drift off into a nap, Dusti started peppering me with questions.

“If we’re going to be dating… Have you thought about when our first date should be? Where would we go? Who gets to pick where we go, and is there any way we could make it so it’s always my choice?”

Pressing a kiss to his temple, I answered, “We can go wherever you want. And if you want to pick where we go for all of our dates, you can. I’m sure I’ll be happy with whatever you choose.”

“Hmm… I’m thinking…probably not Glitter,” he mused. “Not for our first date. We should probably go somewhere a little quieter, where we could actually talk to each other without having to yell. And if we went to Glitter, it might be too tempting to forgo talking in favor of dragging you off to one of the bathrooms again.”

“Okay, angel. Like I said, we’ll go wherever you want.”

I agreed with him; the whole point of wanting to date him and not keep things purely sexual between us was because I wanted to get to know Dusti outside the bedroom. But if he were to pull me into a bathroom for some sex, I would go along with it. What else could I do? I was powerless against giving my angel whatever he wanted.

“I also don’t want to have to fight off the hordes of other twinks who would try to steal you away from me,” he said. “Not when we just started dating.”

Should I tell him that I wasn’t as in demand as he was suggesting? Most of the time, it seemed like I was the second, third, or even fourth choice, after guys weren’t able to close the deal with who they really wanted.

Nah. I decided to keep that bit of information to myself. If Dusti wanted to think I was some sort of sexy twink magnet, I’d let him keep his delusion.

“Okay. So…when? When should we go on our date?” he asked. “Tomorrow? Could we do it tomorrow?”

I was happy to hear him sounding so excited about going out, the only problem was… “I don’t even know what day today is,” I admitted. “What day is tomorrow? Is it a weeknight? Would you even want to go out on a weeknight, when we have work the next day? We could plan for next Friday or Saturday night.”

“You know, I can’t think of what day today is either,” Dusti said. “I can’t think when all my brains are located in the pool of cum currently cooling and drying on my stomach. Maybe tomorrow is Friday or Saturday.”

“Even better.”

After a moment, he adamantly stated, “You know what? I don’t care what day tomorrow is; I don’t want to wait. Why don’t we just plan on tomorrow and that’ll be that.”

I hummed against his skin as I brushed another kiss to his temple. “Sure, angel. Whatever you want.”

Just about to start drifting off, and assuming Dusti was too, I jolted when he suddenly loudly blurted out, “So does this mean we’re boyfriends now? Or are we ‘just dating’?”

With the way he added sneered verbal finger quotes to that phrase, I got the sense that someone in Dusti’s past had used it as an excuse to treat him poorly. But maybe not. I couldn’t know for sure unless he told me. Maybe he just didn’t like casual dating, even though he was all for the practice of casual sex.

Either way, nothing was going to change my answer.

“If you want us to be boyfriends, then that’s what we’ll be. I would love to be your boyfriend, angel. And if you want to call it something else, then… It’s up to you. Whatever you want.”

His arms squeezed tighter around my shoulders as he wiggled his body. I returned the embrace, running my hand over the small bit of his stomach not covered in drying cum.

“Boyfriends, then,” he declared, his voice daring me to object to his decision.

Yeah, no objections here.

“Alright. Boyfriends it is then,” I agreed.

Dusti continued to wriggle and twitch, and I got the sense there was more he wanted to say. And after a long moment, there was. “ Boyfriends should go shower and change the sheets before they fall asleep.”

I wondered how long it would take before he stopped saying the word with that tone of voice—full of equal parts awe, like he couldn’t believe he got to use it, and fear, as though he was terrified somebody would take it away from him. As far as I was concerned, the awe could hang around forever. The fear…well, hopefully, that wouldn’t be around as long.

“Whatever you want, angel.”

Turning his head, Dusti slid his lips over mine, murmuring, “You know, if you’re not careful, I’m going to get used to that.”

The nickname, or my willingness to go along with anything he wanted? Didn’t matter. Neither one was going away.

“Good,” I said. “I hope you do.” Then, to tease him, and because I wanted to try it out for myself, I tacked on the word “ Boyfriend .”

The End