“Problem?”
“Yes,” I growl. “You seem to have far too many clothes on.”
Without a second thought, he unbuckles his cream trousers, dropping them and his boxers around his ankles. His thick length jerks under my gaze and I lick my lips in anticipation.
Just as I’m about to collapse to my knees and worship him an idea flashes through my mind. Meeting his gaze, I can’t help but grin.
“Do you trust me?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Unequivocally,” he whispers, and I lean into him, pressing my lips to his as I wrap my hand firmly around his cock, swallowing his gasp.
He grips the counter as I line up our erections side by side, stroking them in my hand. I bite my lip as the soft skin of his dick rubs against mine.
Fuck, this feels so good.
I can’t keep my eyes off of where we touch, noting the differences. Where I am thicker, the olive shade of my skin provides an entrancing contrast to the paleness of his. Despite being slightly longer than me, the most significant contrast is that I am circumcised while he is not.
My arousal bounces with excitement as I line up the tips of our cocks, pressing them together as I run my hand back and forth over the combined length of us both.
I slowly stretch his foreskin with each stroke, taking my time to make sure it is loose enough, before nuzzling the head of my dick inside the tight band of skin.
“Oh fuck,” Nick groans at the feeling of my cock rubbing around the shaft of his. As we share a combined sheath, I stroke us together as one.
The more we stroke, the easier it is to slide against him, our cocks simultaneously weep at the friction.
Releasing the counter Nick grabs my face, kissing me. Slow and tender, the same way I run my hand over our enjoined lengths.
Watching the head of my dick move within his foreskin is mesmerizing, and it doesn’t take too long until we are both panting and gripping onto each other.
“Do you want me to come inside you, baby?” I groan as my spine tingles, my orgasm quickly building.
He nods, exhaling a quick, “Yes, please.” Before grabbing both sides of my face and devouring my mouth.
Together we groan.
His teeth nip at my lip and when my eyes lock onto his, I explode, filling him as my hand stills, keeping us locked together. My cum seeps through my fingers, dripping to the tiled floor as the head of my cock pulses against his.
Gently I squeeze his sack. I caress it and loosen the pressure where we are joined. Pushing him over the edge, and he comes with a muffled whimper as he drops his head to my chest.
We hold each other, panting, my chest swelling with something other than blood, something that feels a lot like …
A sharp knock at my bedroom door has us stepping away from each other, our now softening cocks dislodging with the movement.
“Kris, dinner is ready.” My mom calls from the hallway. “Have you seen Nick?”
“Fuck yeah I have,” I whisper and he scowls, before yelling louder for her to hear. “I've been in the shower, Mom.”
“Oh right, of course.” The sounds of her retreating footsteps have me stepping closer to Nick, wrapping him in a tight embrace which he melts into.
“I guess we need to head to dinner.” My lips tilt in a lazy smile as I lean my head to his, kissing his forehead before he leans back against the counter, eyes shining.
“It’s never felt like that.” And I know he means more than just the mind-blowing sexual experiences. Our relationship keeps strengthening and becoming more. “I’m not ready for this to end, I just can’t,” Letting out an exacerbated breath, “I don’t know. I can’t explain it.”
His words hit me, and I know exactly how he feels. I don’t know when Operation: Fuck My Big Brother changed course, but I can’t deny that this growing feeling in my chest is becoming harder to ignore.
“Who says this has to end?” I say, surprising even myself. Arthur's words from earlier strengthen my resolve, no one has any say in what we do. We are fucking adults and we can do whatever the fuck we want.
I unlock the bathroom door, step towards my closet and throw on a tee and some sweats, determination fueling my steps. Grabbing his hand, I entwine our fingers as we make my way towards the door.
He pulls me to a stop.
“What are you doing?” Looking down at our joined hands.
“At nearly thirty, I don’t think it matters what the fuck Klaus and my mother think of this. I want this. I can’t stop thinking about this, us. So what does it matter?”
He winces, and my heart plummets.
He doesn’t want this.
Holy shit. I just bared it all to him, and he is taking my heart and shredding it like dead pine needles scattered across the floor in January.
He grips my hand tighter, but I pull mine free from his grasp, running it through my still damp hair.
“Can we just wait until after Christmas, a few more days, let everything die down?” He tries to explain more, but I can’t hear him.
He doesn’t want anyone to know, he just wants me to be his fuck boy, to experiment. I swing open the door and make a break for the stairs. Nick behind me calls my name, but I don’t listen. I need to go.
“Kris?” Klaus’ questions from the head of the table.
