Mark

I could never have expected it. I still didn’t believe it. Clyde kissed me like it was nothing—like this was no big deal; like he knew what he was doing, and the consequences and he didn’t care.

But he couldn’t know. He didn’t. This was stupid—this was adrenaline and hormones. There was no way Clyde knew what he was doing. From the way he was a little messy as he tilted his head, I figured I was right. What he didn’t have in finesse, though, he made up for with sheer enthusiasm. When was the last time someone kissed me like this?

Whatever argument we’d been having pretty much evaporated. I couldn’t remember the last thing I’d said. It didn’t seem important, anyway. Not anymore.

How many times had I thought about this? So many days, weeks, nearly two months—they’d all passed with this attraction buried as far as I could shove it. Now, with Clyde in front of me and obviously looking for more, I couldn’t believe it. How could I?

It was only when Clyde started moving away from my mouth that I started to realize what was happening. Where I’d been unable to think before, his sudden absence shocked me into realization. Besides which, I remembered being very clear before.

“Hey. What—what the hell? Were you not listening before?” My voice sounded as uneven as I felt, but I still pushed forward. Clyde was already lingering around my chest and it was obvious where he was going.

Clyde rolled his eyes and looked up at me, one eyebrow raised. “You’re seriously uptight, you know that? Stop being such a downer and enjoy yourself.”

“What?” Despite the way Clyde’s hands were firmly set on my hips, I managed to wrench myself away. My mind was spiraling in a hundred different directions.

Of course, my body very clearly knew what it wanted, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that I didn’t want to want it. I didn’t want to think about how Clyde would look on his knees, or how good it had felt to kiss him. I didn’t want to think about the way he tasted.

Not that it mattered. I was thinking about those things, anyway.

“Hey. Hold on.” Clyde sounded like he was laughing. He followed me to where I had walked, barely a foot away. He was in my space immediately, warm breath fanning against my face.

I wanted to give in so badly. You could; you know you could. There was no reason not to. Besides, it could even be a one-time thing. Maybe that’s all he wanted. Maybe I was the one overreacting about a simple fuck.

Clyde leaned closer and I realized I was up against a tree again. Even the damn woods had it out for me. “You’re not sick of running?” Clyde leaned in and I could feel the heat of his breath on my lips. “I know I am.”

“You’re an idiot.” It was all I could think of to say. It was weak; I knew it wouldn’t stick but I said it anyway. Maybe I meant for it to be a reminder to myself. I was an idiot, after all. I had chosen to come with Clyde and I hadn’t stopped him, no matter how many chances I had—and why hadn’t I? Because I didn’t want to.

I wanted to be with him. I liked running around the city with Clyde. Maybe I should have stopped him when he made bad choices, but I was too afraid of pushing him away to speak. This was my fault. I wouldn’t be in the woods with him if I hadn’t said yes.

Clyde smirked at my insult. It wasn’t much of one and he didn’t take it that way. Instead, He leaned in to kiss me again.

This time, I felt the inevitable fire in my blood start to rise higher. I wanted to kiss him back. I wanted more. But I kept telling myself to fight—to hold back. “You can’t be serious,” I managed, when Clyde’s mouth wandered toward my neck. “Are you really going to do this here?”

“Not me. We,” Clyde corrected. I could feel his voice vibrating on my skin and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran up my spine. Clyde smiled against my neck. “Unless not doing anything is your thing.”

“I don’t—”

My protest ended the same time my breathing did. I didn’t know how the hell I’d managed to miss Clyde’s hand wandering south, but it was there. His palm fit against me perfectly, pushing through my jeans and hinting at more.

Shit. It was impossible to fight. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t feel anything when Clyde was touching me. There was nothing for me to hold onto; my hands curled into fists and I tried to keep my voice even when I spoke. It shook instead. “Why…when—"

Finally, Clyde paused. He looked up and I was floored by the look in his eyes. The sky-blue color was slowly being crowded out by his pupils. He looked almost twice as turned on as I felt. I didn’t know how to feel about it or what to think. This was everything I’d fantasized about since I’d met him, but I thought I’d taken care of those feelings. I thought I’d told myself it was wrong enough times.

“You give a shit.” Clyde’s fingers traced the band of my jeans. He slid his hands just under my shirt and I tried to keep my breathing even. I was sure he could feel every twitching muscle beneath his fingers. “You told me you’d help.”

“I didn’t mean this kind of help.” My answer came out uneven. Clyde laughed—I hadn’t meant to be funny, but when I replayed the words in my head, they did seem stupid. That’s what he does. That’s what this is. Stupid.

“Relax. This isn’t about the job. Don’t you ever take time off?” With that, Clyde grinned and flicked the button on my jeans.

“We don’t have real jobs. We don’t need time off,” I argued, but my train of thought was getting more derailed by the minute. Something about the way Clyde looked at me threw me off. His gaze was heated—as if he wanted to do this more than anything else.

I couldn’t fight anymore. I was exhausted. It was tiring to deny myself and him over and over again. After so many weeks spent trying not to want this, I finally had it. Why let it go to waste?

There were sirens in the distance. We wouldn’t have much time, but Clyde wasn’t exactly teasing me. He pulled my jeans and underwear away impatiently. There was no reason to wait, for him. He just charged on as if we weren’t in the woods behind a mansion he had just tried to case.

I really wished I had something to hold. It wasn’t exactly comfortable to be standing up against a tree, but I wasn’t going to complain. There was no point in being picky. Not when I had a perfect view of Clyde kneeling in front of me.

I couldn’t tell if he was nervous or inexperienced, but Clyde slowed as soon as he had me exposed. I could feel his breath against my stomach and it sends a spark of electricity up my spine. I knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, but the sensation was tantalizing and did nothing to help my tension. I growled a little. “If this was all you were gonna do—"

Clyde shot me a look; it was half glare and half defiance. It was the kind of shit he did that made me want to be the one pinning him down. Thankfully, Clyde gave up whatever fight he was having with himself and shifted closer.

I wasn’t ready. Nothing could have prepared me for what it felt like when Clyde’s lips finally parted, and he took my cock in his mouth. I had to swallow the groan that rose to my throat at the feeling. I wanted to curse and pull his hair. I wanted to urge him to move faster. It took all my willpower to stay still and keep my mouth shut while the sirens in the distance came closer.

I wasn’t perfect, though. Clyde ran his tongue up my stiff length and my nails bit into my palm. “Shit,” I cursed. I felt like every muscle in my body was strained with the effort to stay upright.

I couldn’t think straight. Clyde’s hands dug into my hips and as he moved, his eyes fluttered shut. I couldn’t take my eyes off the way he looked, cheeks red and lips even redder. Just looking at him pushed me even further toward the edge.

When Clyde started to move faster, I reached out. I didn’t mean to, but my hand moved on its own, pressing against his cheek. I was transfixed by the way his skin felt beneath my hand. He shouldn’t have felt so soft and smooth. My breath caught in time with the way his cheeks hollowed as he sucked me off.

Every reminder that we shouldn’t be doing this was gone. I wouldn’t have cared if a random jogger happened to come by. I was too caught up in what I was feeling. Somewhere along the line, I forgot to care about holding back. My free hand tangled in Clyde’s hair and I pulled, needing something to hold on to.

Clyde moaned, and the sensation buzzed on my skin. I could feel him around me and the heat of his mouth was too much. “Shit.” I gasped, and my fingers curled tighter in his hair. “I—fuck, I’m—”

I couldn’t finish my warning. Clyde’s hands traveled back towards my ass and then his nails scraped against my skin, digging in like he wanted to swallow me whole. I didn’t even have time to worry that it was too much or too hard for him. I just felt myself hit the back of his throat and then I came in a rush, a barely-contained groan escaping my mouth.

My ears were ringing. My head felt fuzzy as Clyde backed away, gasping for air. After a second, he was smirking again. He looked smug as shit. I watched his tongue appear to swipe over his lips like an afterthought.

Clyde got to his feet, still grinning like he’d just pulled off a multimillion-dollar heist. He was up in my space again like he hadn’t just given me the best blowjob I’d had in recent memory. “I take it you’re done arguing, then?”

“Shut the fuck up.” I sounded as wrecked as I felt, so I made up for it the only way I knew how. I yanked Clyde in by his collar and kissed him.

It felt more like a collision than a kiss, but I wasn’t complaining. Clyde went at it the same way he’d done everything else. I wondered if this enthusiasm bled into everything he did. My pulse was already racing again, just thinking of the possibilities. I could imagine him shoving me down and fucking me like his life depended on it.

Those sirens were far too close. I realized this suddenly and I quickly broke away from Clyde, looking back over my shoulder. “Shit. We need to go.”

“That’s a good idea.” Clyde grinned wickedly and leaned in, his eyes locking with mine. “Unless you’d like to give them a show. It would be the perfect cover, wouldn’t it?”

I choked on air. I couldn’t help it. “Yeah,” I finally managed to say. “If you want to get arrested for public indecency. Jesus.”

“That’s not my name. Do you forget so fast with everyone?”

“Clyde. Please.”

Clyde laughed and finally backed away, flicking my exposed stomach. “Better get zipped up, then. Unless you want to get arrested for streaking.”

I cursed the entire time I tried to put myself in order. This was such a bad idea. It was a bad idea, even if I wanted to laugh at everything Clyde said—and especially because I couldn’t stop thinking about the taste of his mouth.