“—will be completely useless. Are you fine with that? With me fucking you?”
My brain feels like it’s on fire, every part of my body sweaty and hot, burning wherever Colten touches. He hasn’t even touched my bare skin yet, but this is easily the single hottest sexual experience of my life. Even in my squinted, blurry vision, I can see that I’m glowing brighter than ever.
“Well?” Colten asks, his hips coming forward, something hard and hot shoved against my ass.
He rolls his hips against me, the hard length of what can only be his dick pressing against a part of me I never considered this way.
He continues, “Tell me to stop, and I will, but you have tostop. Pushing. Me.” He punctuates the last three words with strong, mean thrusts of his hips, the hot outline of his clothed dick pressing right up against my twitching asshole.
“That’s—I, um—ahhhh,it’s, it’s…” I try to form words into something coherent, but all I can think about is what this would feel like without our clothes in the way. I would be able to feel the slick press of Colten’s body pushing me down and fucking me until I bounced on his dick.
“I’m not hearing a yes, Patrick. Just tell me it’s too much, I’ll understand,” Colten says, but he still has that vicious smile, eyes gleaming in a way I’ve never seen before. His hips roll against me again, as if the moment I say ‘yes’ he’ll rip off the stupid layers between us and fuck me raw right here on the floor.
I moan at the thought, unable to think of anything else.
I want that, I really, really do. I want to see his expression as he opens me up, as he holds himself over me, as he fucks me—no, Ineedit.
Colten’s eyes widen, his body stilling as he stares at me with a hint of confusion. It’s as if he’s shocked at my moan, but he doesn’t let go or pull away. “You really…?”
I lick my lips, watching as Colten’s sharp, intense gaze follows the movement. “Ye—”
There’s a knock on the wall and a very awkward throat-clearing.
We both freeze, eyes wide with horror as both of us remember that his mom is still home and the door is openandoh my god Ms. Hazel heard me moan for her son’s dick—!
“Hey, boys,” Ms. Hazel calls out, thankfully staying away from the stupid open door. “It’s getting late, so why don’t you guys go to bed, hmm?”
“Of course. Sorry, Mom,” Colten replies, his hand off my dick and using it to hide his eyes. His hips have moved back too, now hovering a safe distance away. The only thing connecting us is his other hand on my thigh. I knock my knee against him because I apparently live for his attention.
He lowers his hand just enough to shoot me a glare before pinching my thigh. I suck in a gasp at the pain, but resist the urge to pinch him back. His mom is just behind the wall, after all, and I am clearly the more responsible one right now.
“Good, good… Then, uh, have a good night, you two,” Ms. Hazel replies, clearly as embarrassed as we are. Her footsteps trail away. Colten and I both relax a little, breathing a sigh of relief. At least, until she loudly adds one last thing, “Make sure to use condoms!”
Now I have to bury my face in my hands. I will never be able to look Colten’s mom in the eyes!
Colten chokes a little, and I bump my knee against him again. At least we can drown in embarrassment together.
When I lower my hands, Colten stares down at me. My stomach clenches at his singular attention, but the distance between us helps keep me respectful for Ms. Hazel. A faint glow still clings to him, but his brow is furrowed, as though he's the confused one.
"Patrick..." he begins. Then he breaks eye contact and swallows hard. He looks like he’s thinking far too hard for how late it feels.
"Colten, it's late," I say, pushing myself upright. "Let's just go to bed, okay?"
His gaze snaps back to mine. For a second, he looks ready to argue.
Then whatever fight was in him fades. He sighs and gives a small nod.
So we do as Ms. Hazel suggested and actually go to bed.
Honestly, I don’t think Icoulddo more. The exhaustion from the last three days seems to hit me all at once, making me drag my feet while my eyelids feel heavier than stones. I only manage to brush my teeth after Colten threatens to not let me sleep in his room if I don’t.
With the taste of mint in my mouth, I’m ready to collapse. More so when I notice the usual futon set up on the ground.
Colten is already in bed, his back to me, though he’s clearly still awake. “Turn off the light and go to bed,” he tells me, without even bothering to look at me.
Then he adds, almost as if muttering to himself, "I'm not dealing with anything else until tomorrow.”
I stare at the sad-looking futon. I’ve slept on that thing many times. My gaze turns to the comfortable warmth of Colten and his proper bed. I make a decision with the few remaining brain cells I have left.
