Page 109 of String Boys

“I want….”

“What?” Kelly scissored his fingers then, stretching more, and Seth sobbed.

“Fuck me,” he said clearly, the shame of the obscenity burned away by pleasure and need. “Fuck me. Stick your cock up my asshole andfuck. Me.”

Kelly made a sound behind him, a grunting, helpless sound, and then he shifted on the bed. Seth felt the shock of cold lube dribbling down his crease before Kelly thrust in, muttering “Damn you, Seth!”before shoving all the way in to the hilt.

Not gentle. Not slow. Not like last time. Seth fought the urge to tense up, which would make the pain more, and relaxed instead, welcoming. He’d begged for this. Heneededit. Pain didn’t bother him.

Emptiness did.

Kelly paused, breathing harshly, his cock throbbing deep inside Seth’s body, and Seth sighed and melted, every muscle relaxing in submission.

“Move,” he urged, not sure if Kelly could even hear him.

Kelly must have, because he pulled back slowly, and Seth whimpered. Going. He was going. Then Kelly thrust again and he almost sobbed.

“Yes!”

Ah! Again! And again!Every thrust forward was a victory that lit up his nerve endings, filled him, made him whole. Every pull back was a tease, a torment, a fear of being left alone.

Again!

“Harder!” Seth begged, shaking. Sweat prickled his forehead, his lower back, and Kelly’s hands on his hips slid around as he tried to get a better grip.

“You’re killing me!” Kelly gasped. “I’m gonna… oh God, Seth, I’m gonna—”

“Oh please.” Seth’s stomach contorted as the first sob rocked him. “Please, Kelly. Come.”

Kelly groaned and fell forward, rutting hard, so hard Seth lost traction and his legs spread behind him as Kelly pumped come into his ass. Seth’s cock ground between his abdomen and the bed, and that was it, that was all he needed, and he lost hold of his orgasm, spasming so hard his stomach muscles hurt.

Oh God. Oh God, oh God!Kelly was twitching behind him, and he was lost, facedown in the bed, bereft because Kelly was pulling out now, and he had nothing to ground him, no framework for….

“What are… what are you…?”

Kelly’s tongue, plied again, hungrily and… so carnal. So forbidden.

Seth screamed and lurched forward, oversensitized, twitching on the bed.

Kelly pulled back, then lay next to him and took his mouth. Seth tasted heat, desire, the earthiness of Kelly’s come, and his body wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Sh… sh…mijo…. Oh wow. What’s the matter?”

For a moment, Seth was afraid. His body was replete, but he needed more. His heart was happy but afraid. With a roar that was almost orgasm, the void of the last six months rushed Seth’s chest, and he started a slow, hard sob.

“I miss you,” he gasped into Kelly’s chest. “Oh God. I miss you so much.”

Kelly moaned—not a sexy moan, a sad one—and they were both crying, kissing, tasting salt and sex on each other’s skin as the final, more painful crest hit them both.

THEY DIDN’Tmove for a long time, even after they calmed down. They just lay there, arms around each other’s shoulders, breath shuddering, bodies trembling in aftermath.

“That was….” Kelly’s chest rose and fell.

“I don’t let myself,” Seth said, by way of apology. “I don’t let myself miss you. I miss you, and… and I want you too bad. Everybody starts looking good to me, and I don’t want everybody.”

“I just want you,” Kelly mumbled, nibbling his ear. “I hear you. I… I get home at night, and Mom’s with Chloe, and the girls need me, and your dad’s making dinner or doing something nice, and I just… I keep thinking how much easier it would be if you were there.”

Seth rolled so he could rest his head on Kelly’s chest. “I’d be there,” he said eagerly. “I could leave Bridgford and go to Sac State, and we could be—”