Chapter Fifteen
Wyatt bit his lip so hard he could taste blood as Kai sank down on his cock, the long, lean lines of his body highlighted by the low light of the bedroom, his thighs tense as he settled on Wyatt’s hips, his stomach held taught as he adjusted.
Kai’s chest heaved with every breath, his cock straining up toward his belly, precome already welling up at the head, just in case Wyatt had any doubt he was into this.
Not that there was a lot of room for that. Kai had all but wrestled him to the bed the moment he got in the door, tearing his clothes off, pushing him down and kissing him until his lungs burned while he slicked himself, soft grunts of need making Wyatt’s cock twitch between them.
Wyatt wasn’t inclined to object to Kai’s enthusiasm. The way Kai had sucked him off earlier, he could have anything he wanted in return, and if what he wanted was to ride Wyatt like a prize stallion?
Absolutely, one hundred percent cool with him.
Kai’s hands landed heavily on Wyatt’s shoulders, skillful fingers digging deep into the flesh, pressure points that hovered between pleasure and pain. He used the leverage to bounce on Wyatt’s cock, short, sharp thrusts that knocked the breath out of Wyatt’s lungs, left him gasping for air.
He was being used, and he knew it, but he really couldn’t bring himself to mind. Kai was hot, and Wyatt had come to like him, and if he wanted to have enthusiastic, athletic sex all night, Wyatt was fine with that.
He reached out to touch, curling his fingers around Kai’s waist at first, rubbing his thumb against the smooth, soft skin of his stomach. Kai grunted in response, but it sounded like a good grunt, so he kept it up, unsure what else to do.
Kai clearly knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t shy about taking it, and Wyatt was mostly concerned with not coming too soon and making sure he got it.
Just as Wyatt was starting to feel like a living sex toy, Kai surged down and crashed their lips together, too much teeth at first, but Wyatt didn’t care about that, because the way Kai kissed sent waves of heat straight to his gut, arousal building inside him even as Kai’s thrusts slowed down to something more sustainable.
“God I want you,” Kai murmured against Wyatt’s lips, desperation obvious in his voice.
Wyatt chuckled, mostly at how annoyed Kai seemed about it. He obviously wanted this, but he also clearly hadn’t come to terms with that, yet.
It was cute, but Wyatt wasn’t quite brave enough to say so, in case Kai took offense and walked away mid-fuck. He seemed like the kind of person who had the willpower to do that out of sheer spite.
Wyatt, on the other hand, might have burst into tears if they stopped now. He was so close, and Kai felt so damned good around him, and it’d been a while. He needed this.
Hell, they probably both needed this. Kai had been tense and uptight the whole time Wyatt had known him right up to now, which probably meant that getting laid would be good for him.
It’d definitely be good for Wyatt. He could already feel the stress of the last few weeks melting away.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Wyatt said, grinning up at him.
Kai kissed him again, probably to shut him up, and Wyatt slid his hands down from Kai’s waist to his ass, squeezing firmly and pulling him forward just a little, just enough to change the angle of his cock and make Kai moan into his mouth.
The moan vibrated all the way through Wyatt’s body and back into his cock, his hips jerking off the bed in response, one knee drawn up for leverage.
The way Kai fucked was just as incredible as Wyatt had imagined. Better, even.
Everything he did was intense, and deliberate, but the soft moans and cries of pleasure escaping him told Wyatt that it was deliberate for a reason, that he was getting off on this, getting off on Wyatt’s body and the way he was being touched.
And that? That felt good.
Kai sat up again, wrapping his fingers around his cock to jerk himself off, and all Wyatt could do was watch. He moved his hands to Kai’s thighs, feeling the powerful muscles moving under smooth skin, brushing his fingers along the sensitive skin of the insides of them, moaning in response as Kai made a soft, strangled sound and tightened his grip on his cock, clearly trying to stop himself from coming so soon.
He was gorgeous. Lithe and lean and surprisingly strong despite his thin frame, the way he moved fluid and graceful. Effortless, like everything else about him, and it was so hot that Wyatt wasn’t sure he’d be able to let go after this, either.
He could have done this a few hundred times and not gotten bored of it. Kai was beautiful, and twice as much when he was enjoying himself, and right now he was enjoying himself by riding Wyatt’s cock, his eyes closed and his lips parted, soft, breathy moans escaping him as he stroked his own cock, glistening precome flowing freely from the head.
Wyatt wasn’t going to last a whole lot longer if this kept up.
Kai cried out as he came, the sound echoing in Wyatt’s ears as he striped his stomach, clenching tight around Wyatt’s cock.
Even if he hadn’t already been close, watching Kai throw his head back and ride out his orgasm eagerly would have been enough to tip Wyatt over the edge.
He groaned, low and long as his own orgasm ripped through him, gripping Kai’s hips tightly and thrusting up into him as he came in waves that made his head pound, his back arch off the mattress as he finished inside Kai.
For a long few moments after he came, all Wyatt could hear was the sound of blood rushing in his ears and his own ragged gasping, his lungs burning as he tried to catch his breath.
He grunted as Kai collapsed on top of him, but couldn’t really bring himself to mind. He wasn’t so heavy that Wyatt couldn’t support his weight comfortably, and the contact was nice.
“I think I’m starting to like you,” Kai said wryly, out of breath, and Wyatt chuckled.
“Feeling’s mutual.” He sighed, moving his hands to rest on Kai’s back, his thumb stroking along at the soft, smooth skin there.
He did like Kai. Like-liked him, the way he’d liked people when he was in middle school. With a strange kind of giddy joy in his presence.
It was weird to think of himself as having a crush on the guy, but, well… he did have a crush on the guy. Which was kind of exciting.
And yeah, he’d screwed this up a couple of times now, but they had eventually managed to fall into bed together, and he didn’t regret it. Could it complicate things for them on the show? Maybe.
But things had already been complicated, so it wasn’t as though this was likely to make it worse.
“Could get used to the great sex, too,” Wyatt said. “We should break out the can of whipped cream next time.”
“No,” Kai responded from where his face was pressed against Wyatt’s shoulder. “Whipped cream in a can is disgusting. You’re better than that.”
“You want me to hand whip cream for sex?” Wyatt asked, and even as he said it he realized he shouldn’t have been surprised. This was Kai. He didn’t do half-measures or take shortcuts.
“If you want me to lick it off you, yeah,” Kai said. “Like you were explaining on the show. I never eat anything I’m not gonna enjoy.”
Wyatt opened his mouth to ask so you enjoy dick?
But realized before he actually got the words out that yeah, Kai clearly enjoyed dick, and it wouldn’t even qualify as a sarcastic remark. Kai would have expected better of him when it came to pillow talk, too.
At least he was implying that he wanted to do this again.
Kai sighed after a moment, rolling off Wyatt onto his back and reaching up behind him to curl his hands around the bars of the headboard, showing off his beautifully-defined arms.
Wyatt spent a handful of seconds just looking at him, lying there with his eyes closed and his lips slack, sweat shining on his skin, his cheeks flushed and his chest rising and falling as he slowly got his breathing back under control.
He was gorgeous. Every part of him, Wyatt realized, as his eyes trailed along the dark line of hair leading down away from his navel to where his cock was resting lightly against his thigh, all the way down his long legs.
Legs that Wyatt could really have gotten into having wrapped around his waist. They’d have to try that sometime, if Kai really did plan on doing this again.
Wyatt reached out toward Kai, brushing a strand of hair that had escaped his ever-present ponytail away from his face. “On a scale of one to ten,” he began. “How weird would it be to play with your hair now?”
“Like a seven?” Kai said, not even bothering to open his eyes. “But don’t let that stop you.”
Wyatt hesitated for a fraction of a second before deciding that he wouldn’t let it stop him, that he wanted to touch Kai’s hair badly enough to gently pull it out of the ponytail and then run his fingers through it, marveling at the softness.
When Kai pushed his head into Wyatt’s hand, humming softly at the contact, Wyatt’s heart fluttered.
Uh oh.
Feelings.
Feelings were a whole lot more complicated than simple physical attraction, but…
Wyatt knew he shouldn’t really have been surprised. He admired Kai’s biting sarcasm and his playfulness, as well as his skill in the kitchen.
He liked it when Kai smiled at him.
He liked it when Kai paid attention to him, full stop, so yeah, the fact that he was actually starting to feel something for him shouldn’t have been a shock, and it mostly wasn’t.
It didn’t even feel like a bad thing right now, with his fingers threaded through Kai’s hair in the silence of his bedroom, the two of them just quietly basking in each other’s company.
Wyatt accepted the thought that there was, maybe, something there between them, and decided it was a problem for another day. Maybe it would have been gone by morning. Maybe it was just friendly affection.
Maybe it was the first hint of something bigger, and maybe that was okay, too.
After all, if he was going to fall in love with someone, it might as well have been someone who could cook.
Not that he was planning on falling in love with Kai.