Page 86 of String Boys

Seth chuckled. “Lucky me.”

Kelly propped up on his chest, looking suddenly concerned. “No. Not lucky you. Luckyme.I… in a thousand years, Seth, I could never doubt you love me.”

“Don’t.” Seth bit his lip. It would feel like a thousand years, wouldn’t it? “Ever. Don’t ever doubt I love you.”

Kelly nodded and kissed his chest, andfinallytook in a nipple.

He sucked until Seth bucked his hips up and back, shaking with desire,achingwith need.

And then he moved, spreading Seth’s knees, propping his thighs up, and grabbing Seth’s own hands to put on his backside.

“Spread ’em,” he demanded tersely, and for a moment Seth wanted to roll over, because… because… but Kelly put his mouth on Seth’s cock and shame went out the window, or slid down the floorboards.

Kelly’s mouth was magic, and the spit and precum sliding down between his cheeks tantalized, and then… oh my God, Kellytouched him, right there.

Seth spurted a little and then whimpered when Kelly pulled away. “Getting excited?” he teased.

Seth opened his mouth to say yes, but Kelly’s fingerkept touching him, sliding softly, teasing,penetrating.Oh my God, was he doing what Seth thought he was doing? And what came out of Seth’s mouth was fractured, gasps and groans, little grunts and whimpers, and Seth gripped his bottom and spread it, begging.

“More?” Kelly taunted.

“Nungh!”

Another finger, two of them, spit-slickened, stretching. Seth’s brain was exploding, his body shaking with sweat, and he wanted more.

“Kelly!” He was lost, adrift, pleasured without an endgame, drowning in sensation without a tether to hold him to earth.

Kelly sucked him in hard and then released him. “Stay right there,” he muttered, and then pushed up and disappeared. Seth wanted him back, but he was shaking too hard, too dazed and empty to think about what he was doing.

Kelly came back with a pillow, a box of tissues, and a jar of cocoa butter that Seth used for his skin. Seth went to prop himself on his elbows, but Kelly’s hand in the middle of his chest stopped him.

“Let me do this,” he whispered. “I’ll make it good. I know I’m young, but—”

Seth stroked his hand and settled back down, trustingly. Kelly was the oldest of the two of them. He always had been. Seth knew that.

“I’ll be careful,” Kelly promised, and then nudged his hips up, and the pillow under them was a welcome relief.

Some of Seth’s brain function was returning, and as he sank onto the pillow and reached down to hold his cheeks open again, he said, “Hey, we could have moved this to theoh my God bed. Fuck don’t stop!”

Kelly’s throaty chuckle was as earthy a sound as he’d ever heard, and his fingers, slick with the cocoa butter, stretching, spreading. Seth floated, his body shaking, until Kelly pulled out again.

“Mm….”

“You need me,” Kelly told him, positioning his body carefully.

Seth stared at him, suddenly frightened. “So much.”

“You work so hard,” Kelly whispered, “taking care of us. You need me to take care of you.”

Seth swallowed, naked and spread out, vulnerable on the floor of his childhood bedroom. “Yes.”

“Remember me inside you when you’re gone.”

And Kelly slid inside him, the pinch and ache and burn of him delicious.

“Deeper.”

Ah! Kelly thrust a little harder, a little deeper. Seth tightened, fighting to relax around the invasion, and he froze.