Catching Kit

by Kay Berrisford

  Was he taking advantage of Kit? Or could Kit be taking advantage of him? Denny’s only certainty remained how fantastic this felt. When they started breaking apart, Kit sucked Denny’s bottom lip before releasing him. In the scant light trickling through the open door, Kit’s mouth looked swollen, red, and cutely bee-stung.

  Not looking away, Denny fumbled for his bedside light and switched it on. Kit’s silky hair spread out in a dusky blond halo on the black pillow. He licked his bruised lips as if savoring every last trace of Denny, relishing the flavor like he supped Bordeaux.

  So gorgeous. So alive.

  For an instant, an affectionate tug in his chest toward Kit outweighed even Denny’s lust, as acute as a twisting knife.

  Oh God, I’ve really lost it.

  Denny’s aching cock spurred him on. His aching cock and… No, there couldn’t be more to it than that. He grew desperate, and this seemed no worse than a one-night stand. And far from a retiring violet, Kit was begging for it.

  “You’ve got too many clothes on,” said Kit.

  Yeah, he had.

  Kit grabbed the bottom of Denny’s T-shirt and peeled it up to reveal the thick line of black hair on Denny’s midriff. Denny finished the job, ripping the shirt off over his head and hurling it aside.

  The eco-light bulb by the bed glowed dimly. At the sight of Denny’s bare chest, Kit’s eyes flared like a campfire doused in petrol, and he jolted up onto his elbows. “You lie down,” he commanded, breathless.

  Moments later, Kit straddled Denny’s thighs, flattening him into the duvet. The elf’s buttocks formed a hard ridge against Denny, whose cock gave another spasm. Kit’s knees were wide apart, and his erection bulged at his crotch, nudging the cheap plastic zip so it split at the top. Between its tiny black teeth, Denny glimpsed the swirling patterns of his lace thong, distorted by the elf’s arousal, and Kit’s dark-pink flesh straining beneath.

  In return, the elf lapped up every inch of him with his gaze. While publicly modest to a fault, Denny was quietly vain of his thick upper arms, his ripped stomach, and his broad chest, although he’d not waxed in a good while. He’d never felt as admired as this before. Kit trailed his fingertips over him, his featherlight touch setting each hair on its end.

  It wasn’t hard to guess which part of Denny’s torso fascinated the elf most. Kit traced about Denny’s pierced nipple, homing in on the nub of flesh until it hardened like a pebble. Replacing his finger with his lips, Kit circled and tugged the silver ring, flipping it with his tongue and triggering live wires of pleasure.

  Denny adored this, one of his favorite brands of foreplay. Kit nipped the fleshy peak between the edges of his teeth. He flinched but felt no discomfort, just exquisite sensation. Then Kit used his lips, the contrast with hard enamel rendering them plush as satin. The elf pursed his mouth about the nipple, increasing his suction till the ring pulled and the skin stretched, then stung.

  Denny writhed beneath, his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers, toward Kit. He lifted his hips. Kit rocked against him for a moment, no doubt enjoying the slight friction this afforded his prick.

  “Agh,” cried Denny. “Need more.”

  Denny considered touching his dick himself, but then Kit gave a final, teasing flick of his nipple and stroked down his torso. He traced the hollow beneath Denny’s ribs, savoring every crest of muscle until he meandered over the hair beneath his navel. The elf lowered his gaze to Denny’s groin, his lashes casting long shadows across his cheeks.

  Downstairs, the telephone started to ring.

  Denny swore silently. He mustn’t ignore it. “Oh God…I…”

  The elf unbuttoned Denny’s trousers, revealing the black leather and the swell of his cock and balls beneath. The sight pulled a tight moan from Kit’s throat, mirroring Denny’s lust, which all but choked him.

  “So, so beautiful.” The elf’s breathy words swamped the urgent call of the phone. Kit traced the full length of Denny’s cock, the leather so supple he might have been sheathed in velvet. Kit massaged his flesh till Denny thrust up against him. Denny shut his eyes and cupped the side of Kit’s neck, stroking with his thumb over…

  He couldn’t help searching for a pulse. He sensed a faint quiver, but that could be his own heartbeat.

  The phone rang off. He should have answered it.

  Kit tensed. “You don’t like?”

  “No. No, I bloody love, but…”

  Kit shifted back so he could stoop down and press his lips to Denny’s leather-clad cock.

  “But… Oh fuck.”

  Kit kissed Denny’s dick, kneading with his lips through the leather. Propelled to a new level of arousal, Denny felt every sinew stretched taut as if pulled by ropes. No phone call, rule, job, or mortgage bill could diminish his need for release. When Kit eased away, Denny nearly grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back down. Denny’s cock pushed so hard his underwear cut into the crease of his arse. He verged on ripping his pants off, when Kit hooked his fingers in the imprisoning leather and peeled it down for him.

  “Yes…yes.” Denny’s cock was heavily engorged, the head glistening with precum. Kit grasped it, sliding back his foreskin with a thumb and stroking his glans. Denny’s body pitched, his balls tightening. He was nearly naked, the leather thong circling his upper thighs like an overstretched garter. The elf, fisting his cock, remained fully dressed, his groin bulging against those scruffy trousers, all for him.

  Only one issue niggled now. Kit had proved nothing if not pushy in bed. Denny had never disliked the idea of bottoming. On the contrary, he rather fancied the prospect, but none of his partners had ever called for him to do so, and such a radical step now would be too weird and unsettling. He needed to get inside that firm little butt he’d ogled for hours.

  Did Kit want that too?

  Even as the elf gently pleasured him, Denny strove to read his face, wishing he were better at asking these things. Kit swirled his cockhead with a thumb, smearing drops of moisture.

  “I want to ride you,” murmured Kit, “and feel you fuck me hard.” He stilled a second. “That…that is how you want it, right? I mean, it’s what I guessed, but…if you don’t like, just say.”

  “Yeah. I like. You really are too good to be…”

  Denny couldn’t quite bring himself to say too good to be real. That nostalgic luster had returned to Kit’s eyes. Denny settled for a line that meant much the same, but that he might have whispered to a human lover. “Too good to be true.”

  “Oh, I could be true.” Kit sharpened his focus and arrested Denny with his gaze. “I’ve searched centuries for somebody like you.”

  Chapter Four

  “I’ve searched centuries for somebody like you.”

  It was bullshit, all such bullshit.

  Denny looked away to his bedroom wall’s single decoration, a poster of a black cat in a French café. He found the image dull, the colors wishy-washy. He hadn’t taken in the sight for years; otherwise he might have thought to remove it. Now he fixated on it as if it were a map showing the whereabouts of the Holy Grail, his mind awhirl, his body aflame.

  He couldn’t handle Kit’s words. The elf sounded too damn sincere, every soft syllable like a sledgehammer to his conscience. Nobody had said anything so bloody sweet to him since he’d been fourteen years old at a Valentine’s disco. The teenager who’d charmed him then was now shacked up with a husband and three kids. He didn’t know whether to laugh at Kit or yell with fury. So he concentrated on the friction of the elf’s hand, and his renewed anxiety faded quickly enough.

  “Lubricant?” asked Kit. Finally Denny turned his way. The elf’s cheeks were pink, his forehead beaded with perspiration, his hair mussed. Every part of him appeared to scream for sex.

  Denny didn’t look into his eyes. He reached into a drawer in his bedside cabinet, rummaging beneath a packet of painkillers and a magazine. He retrieved a small white tube and a dusty condom in a square silver wrapper.

  It struck De
nny that protection might not be necessary. He always practiced safe sex, but EBs physiology was far from normal. “Do you want me to…uh, put a rubber on?”

  Kit rattled out a dry laugh. “Let me do it for you. I read on a poster that you should use these things nowadays, and if you want it, I want it. Just rest back and enjoy yourself.”

  Denny couldn’t bring himself to argue. The elf settled his knees on either side of Denny’s legs, untucked his shirt, and parted the small bit of zip that remained knitted. Raising himself a little higher, he peeled down his trousers and then removed them completely before returning to his spot.

  Enjoying each new sight, Denny grinned ravenously. The bottom button of Kit’s shirt came undone, revealing a line of dark blond hair spreading down to the lace triangle encasing his groin. The black thread of the thong cut beneath the prominent bones of Kit’s hips, a startling interruption to creamy flesh. Then the elf pinched the slender black band and pulled his underwear down.

  Kit’s cock jutted a good six inches in erection, the skin a velvety pink, the veins fragile and neat, like the rest of him.

  Denny had to touch it. As deliberate and gentle as Kit had been with him, he grazed his thumb across the silky-soft foreskin, creaming away a drop of liquid. He licked his thumb; Kit tasted salty, hot, and delicious. On top of him, the elf’s thighs trembled. He pressed his dick toward Denny but then paused. Kit fumbled in vain to get the condom out of its packet. Denny squirmed with impatience.

  “Give it here,” said Denny. “Or bite it.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  Kit tore the corner with his teeth before pulling the rubber out. He examined it for a moment, then rolled it over Denny’s prick, the fluttering contact pitching Denny into a new frenzy of need. Next, Kit picked the tube up from the duvet beside them, squeezed out a large blob of lubricant, and slicked his fingers. He twisted round to display his buttocks.

  Okay, Denny would willingly wait a few moments to watch this. Kit chewed his lip, lines of concentration searing his brow. The ridges of his buttocks grew hard and then softened as he eased a digit between.

  Bloody hell, he’s experienced at this part.

  A disturbing notion struck him.

  If Kit had read Denny’s desires from his mind, the elf would have known he liked to use protection but also been aware how to open a condom packet. On the other hand, Denny had never observed another guy prepare himself like this. He would never have imagined lying here watching, although he wasn’t complaining. His expression still tight, Kit worked until he’d sunk his fingers as far as the knuckles.

  Denny became intoxicated, his reservations fading. The poster, his wardrobe, and his blue bedroom walls all diminished into a blur. Kit fucking himself with his hand demanded full attention. Then the elf pulled out and edged up Denny’s body till Denny’s cock split his arse cheeks.

  It felt like Denny’s every last drop of blood rushed to his prick at once, the heat of Kit’s crack nearly too much too soon. He raised his pelvis barely an inch, feeling relieved he wasn’t fifteen years younger—then again, as an inexperienced youth, he’d have come five minutes ago in Kit’s palm. The elf squirmed back and forth till he positioned his entrance over Denny’s cockhead, skimming his front teeth up his lower lip and leaving little white marks on his skin.

  “Yes…Kit…yes.”

  Denny clasped Kit’s slim waist, caressing him and urging him on. The elf quirked a delicate half smile, heaved a gasp that shook his rib cage, then eased down onto Denny’s shaft. Kit’s slicked ring of muscle yielded to the pressure, enveloping Denny in tightness and heat and setting his senses reeling.

  “Fuck! This… You…you’re too tight…too good.”

  Kit enveloped only his supersensitive glans. Through the rubber, he experienced the slip of his skin and Kit’s muscles squeezing as he eased a little deeper. Denny closed his eyes, and a groan emanated from his core. Arching his body, he began to thrust, craving more friction.

  In perfect rhythm, Kit rocked his hips. Starting with small movements up and down, he rode the head of Denny’s cock, and then he sheathed himself to the hilt. As Kit’s cry shattered through Denny’s hearing, a sense of urgency seemed to seize them both at once. He pushed forward, Kit slid toward him, and their fucking grew harder, more desperate. The mattress creaked.

  I want this. He wants this. Just don’t think about the billion reasons this is wrong, and pray John next door can’t hear us.

  No coherent notion stayed in his mind for long. Denny’s cock felt ablaze in a furnace of bliss. If Kit’s ongoing cries were anything to go by, elves had prostates, and he struck just the right spot. Through mists of pleasure, he grew aware of Kit’s bobbing cock, as painfully hard as his own. Instinct shouted he should take it in his mouth, which was madness. He was in great shape but no contortionist. Shifting one of his hands from Kit’s hip, he grasped the elf’s prick and tugged.

  The sinews on Kit’s legs pulled into tight white cords. He threw his shoulders back and slid his knees forward, intensifying the angle of penetration as he fucked Denny’s hand. Denny’s balls pulled up, his internal fibers curling. His orgasm built. Kit sang, strange and tuneless, every note hitching as if he were drowning in bittersweet pleasure.

  The elf screamed again, scrunched his eyes tight, and slammed down hard. The impact shot up Denny’s spine with an electric intensity that all but fried his brains. Ah, Kit knew how to give, and Denny grew overwhelmed by a need for them to come together. Mustering the last of his wits, he milked Kit’s cock and fucked his arse as deeply as he could.

  When he opened his eyes, Kit’s gaze brimmed with lust, determination, and longing. In that moment, teetering on the cusp of orgasm, Denny would have willingly repaid him with his heart, his very life. Never had sex felt so connected. His cock heaved a spasm; then his climax broke.

  Kit came too, thick white liquid jetting onto Denny’s hand, spraying droplets on his chest, his damp face, and the bedclothes. Waves of pleasure cascaded through Denny, peaking, then subsiding, leaving him sighing in weary bliss. His cock remained hard even when the elf, smiling wistfully, eased off him.

  “That was amazing.” Denny panted.

  “Thank you,” murmured Kit. He flopped forward to nestle against him. Denny looped his arm around him, spooning his body about the elf as if nothing were more natural. His cock, still heavy, brushed Kit’s softening prick.

  The cheap cotton of Kit’s shirt felt sticky with sweat, and the buttons dug into Denny’s ribs. Wishing to hold Kit naked, he reached to undo it, starting at the second-to-bottom button. He skimmed the dusting of hair and smooth flesh on Kit’s tummy.

  Words boomed suddenly in his mind.

  Checklist item number five. Does the target have a belly button?

  He pressed across Kit’s abdomen. No belly button.

  Kit must have sensed him freeze. He grabbed for Denny’s hand. Denny jerked back before Kit caught him and sat up, swinging his legs over so he sat on the edge of the bed.

  He’d just had sex with an EB.

  A prisoner in his charge, with whom he was supposed to keep contact to a minimum.

  It had been the best sex of his life.

  “You okay?” asked Kit.

  He rubbed his stubbly cheeks. “No.”

  “No?”

  The phone started to ring again.

  It was getting on for midnight; nobody would call at this hour unless it was an emergency. Or work.

  He hesitated a moment longer and then rose from the bed. “I’m okay, but I’d better get that this time. Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Not intending to.” Kit sank back against the pillow, hugging it as he had Denny. “Too comfy here.”

  Denny wiped his face and chest with a swimming towel, which stank of chlorine. As he pulled his trousers on, Kit’s eyelids grew heavy, although Denny perceived the elf watched him still. Turning his back, he felt a wrench in his guts. He fought it, striving to obliterate the stirring image of Kit in his bed
from his mind’s eye as he went downstairs.

  In the hall, he saw the missed call on his phone was from Laura. He was about to dial her up when he heard his comms unit buzz. He went into the lounge and picked it up from the sofa.

  “Yeah?”

  “Denny. I’ve been trying and trying.” Laura sounded worried, but hearing her voice afforded him mild relief. At least she remained on shift, and he didn’t have to deal with somebody else. “What going on?”

  He sat down and sank his forehead into his palm. “Don’t ask.”

  She did, though. It was her job.

  “I’ve screwed up,” he replied. “I went back to the garage, and the EB seemed to be fading away. So, you know, I felt sorry for it and brought it inside, and—”

  “You’ve got to be kidding.” He rarely heard this level of agitation in Laura’s tone. He winced. “The elf is in your house?”

  “Yeah.”

  He wondered how she’d have reacted if he’d told her the truth. The elf is in my bed.

  “Have you used restraints?”

  “No.”

  “Okay, we can figure this out.” Laura’s voice was stone cold, her frustration as tangible as the knot of misery forming in Denny’s stomach. “There might be a disciplinary hearing, unless… Look, maybe we can still keep this under wraps. You need to get it over to Croydon now, tonight. They’ve sorted their IT issues. That’s what I’ve been calling about. I’ll tell them to expect you ASAP.”

  Denny pinched the bridge of his nose. “ASAP? It’s nearly midnight.”

  “Yeah, and I go off shift in five minutes. Jo is here next. Then Nadine is on from six o’clock in the morning, and either of them might call in senior management over this. Look, I’ve logged you’ve got an elf in home storage and endorsed the decision with my signature. If it escapes, we’re both in deep shit.”