Page 108 of String Boys

“I know. Just wanted to make sure you remembered who it belongs to.”

Seth scowled, then reached down Kelly’s body, groping him roughly. For a moment he froze. So much effort. So much mental and physical effort to be nothing but gentle when they were in bed and naked.

But Kelly grunted and bucked into Seth’s hand, and Seth couldn’t stop for the world. Kelly’s cock filled his palm, wider, maybe even longer than it had been when they’d started doing this, was it already three years ago?

God, they’d been young.

They were supposed to still be young, but Seth would be turning twenty, and Kelly was eighteen. They were real adults now, not kids screwing around.

And Kelly’s cock, thrumming in his grip, felt serious, like this thing they were doing, it had consequences and echoes.

Seth closed his grip, squeezing some, and stroked again while Kelly kissed him, kissed him until the thoughts, the hesitation, stopped swirling around his brain, kissed him stupid, until he moaned and spread his legs, inviting any exploration, any possession Kelly would take.

“Me.” Kelly pulled Seth’s nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, and Seth let go of his cock to bury his hands in Kelly’s coarse straight hair. “You belong to me.”

“I know,” Seth gasped. “Won’t ever forget.”

Kelly gave a whimper and moved to the other nipple, his hand skating around Seth’s cock again to fondle Seth’s sac, his tightened, aching testicles.

“Nnung….”

“Hurt?” Kelly let go.

“No. Yes. Everything aches.” Seth felt like he was whining, but he was lost. “Kelly… man, I….” He was shaking hard, like he was on the edge of coming but couldn’t.

“Shhh….” Kelly kissed down his body, took Seth’s cock into his mouth, and sucked.

Seth exploded, hard and completely, like he’d never been touched before, and Kelly kept sucking, kept nibbling, his fingers doing their dance again, until he grew hard all over again.

The shaking eased a little but didn’t quit, and Seth moaned. “I still want you.”

Kelly shoved at his legs again, and at first he thought Kelly wanted him to hold them up. But Kelly sat back on his haunches and eyed him with complete practicality.

“Hands and knees,” he said, all but crossing his arms and getting out a diagram. “I think that’s how I want you.”

Seth could hardly put two words together. “Because…?”

“Because.” Kelly gave that smile where his nose wrinkled and his eyes got small, and Seth couldn’t ever deny him what he wanted when he did that.

He rolled over to his stomach, pulling his knees underneath him, crouching like a kid playing leapfrog.

Kelly leaned over, tracing soft lips down Seth’s spine, breathing into his ears, on the back of his neck, using his palms and fingertips to mark Seth with his heat.

Seth crouched there and moaned, letting Kelly call the shots, letting his desire build and his erection throb with renewed life.

“When’d you get to be such a tease?” he breathed, shuddering as Kelly’s tongue flicked toward the back of his cheek.

“When you sent me a picture of a redneck with a black eye,” Kelly said, his breath disturbing the fine hairs on Seth’s backside. He rasped his teeth in the same place, and Seth’s brain—never very reliable on planet Earth—began to fuzz out, leaving only Kelly’s touches in place of words and rational thought.

“Yeah, well, you sent me a picture of your super-hot boss. Oh my God!Kelly!”

Kelly was apparently done with banter. He was right at the part where his tongue did intimate, probing things into his sensitive places. Seth tried to say the words, tried to tell him that he liked this—this was good, this wasgreat, Kelly should maybe penetrate him, maybe, oh my God,fuck himright now and forget about extraneous humans who had nothing to do with this place, right here, where, oh dear Lord! Kelly was thrusting a finger deep inside him, deep, and now two, stretching, and oh… God, there were no words… no words….

Seth buried his face in the sheets and screamed, his entire body shaking, sweat breaking out from his shoulders to his lower back.

He didn’t come, but that was due to a supreme act of will.

Kelly’s filthy chuckle behind him didn’t make him sweat any less. “Good?”