The 17-Year-Old Itch

by M. J. O'Shea

  Mack leaned a little closer. Joey put an arm around his shoulders. He’d always been that kind of friend, giving out hugs and cuddles to anyone in need. He didn’t think much of it. Clearly Mack did. He turned and cupped Joey’s cheek.

  “Thanks for being so you, lately. I thought it was going to suck a lot coming back from break painfully single, but it really helps to have you.”

  Joey was about to say thanks when Mack leaned forward and gave him a short, soft kiss. He was so shocked that he let the kiss go on for a good ten seconds before he pulled away.

  “Shit, Mack. I’m not single,” he said. His first reflex was to wipe his mouth off. Not because Mack was gross. Just because it was a bad, bad idea.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry….” Mack backed away. It was probably the most awkward thing ever. Joey wanted to escape, but at the same time, it would make everything even more awkward, and he didn’t want to lose a new friend.

  “It’s okay. It’s okay. You didn’t know. Robbie and I aren’t, like, super public yet.”

  “Robbie?” Mack asked. His surprised face said what basically everyone else’s would when they found out.

  “Yeah. Robbie. We’ve been seeing each other for a while. It just turned into something. Just. Yeah. Let’s forget this happened. Can we do that?”

  “That’s probably best.” Mack stood from the sand and brushed it off his thighs. “I should get back to my dads anyway. They have some guests tonight, and I’m the best cook.”

  Joey didn’t know what to do. He stared at his feet and messed with the hem of his plaid button-up. He really liked Mack, and he wanted them to be friends. Joey hoped this didn’t have to turn into awkwardness for the rest of the year. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll see you later, man.”

  He looked up in time to see Mack nod. “Cool. Friends?” Mack asked.

  “Yeah, of course. Friends.”

  “CUT!” XARA called. “Okay, Tony and Flynn, we’re done with you two for now. We’re going to take fifteen, and then Casey and Scott are up next.”

  Tony stretched and gave Flynn a casual fist-bump before he wandered to the side of the set. They still had another scene to film in that area before they were done for the day, so there wasn’t any point in going far. He thought he might wander over to craft services and grab some lunch—probably a salad after the dinner he’d eaten the night before. And water. Definitely water. At least it wasn’t a swimsuit day because he’d done his share of eating his frustration that week. He figured he’d get in an extra run or two on the weekend. The set had cleared out pretty quickly after Xara called fifteen. Flynn had grabbed his phone and gone through the gate, presumably to talk to Seth or his manager-slash-bestie, Mary. He seemed to spend most of his free time talking to them. Tony didn’t know much about Flynn’s personal life outside of that. He figured he didn’t need to know, really.

  Tony decided he didn’t want to move, so he picked a chaise outside of the filming area and lay down on it. It was great that the backyard set was shady, and while it was hot as hell out there, at least there was a decent breeze. He tried to ignore Casey and Scott setting up for their scene. It was nice in the shade, not as hot as it usually was, and Tony was happy just to chill, work on his lines in his head, and close his eyes.

  WORKING WITH Flynn was easy. They got their scene shot with little fuss and were in the middle of walking toward wardrobe when Casey stopped them.

  “Hey, Tony, can I talk to you about our scene for later this week?”

  Flynn shrugged good-naturedly and left through the gate on his own. Scott had already left with Xara. The camera crew was packing up their equipment. Tony was a little exasperated.

  “Listen, I’m trying not to be a pain in the ass. I just wanted to explain.”

  He figured he could refuse to listen again and take off like he wanted to, but the situation probably wasn’t going to go away until Tony gave Casey a chance to explain. It was gonna suck to have to sit there and listen to someone tell him how much they didn’t actually want him and why, but he figured he’d get it over with.

  “I’m not ashamed of you,” Casey said. “I wanted you to know that for sure. It’s not… that.”

  “I suppose that’s good.” Tony looked at the ground. He was a little bit relieved, but still, just because Casey wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with him, it didn’t mean things between them were good. Or even that there were things at all.

  Casey was really close. It seemed like it happened that way with them. They always managed to float their way closer and closer, like there was some sort of unfortunate magnetic pull that was destined to cause Tony more humiliation than he could handle. He wanted to pull away. Of course, his body didn’t seem to want that for him.

  “Listen, Tony. I want—”

  Casey was interrupted by some very awkward shuffling at the gate to the courtyard set. Tony looked up. Of course it was his closest friend, who wasn’t even supposed to be on the damn B and B set.

  “Hey, I finished early today, but I figured I’d… uh, hi, Casey.” Blair looked flustered. Tony didn’t blame him. He felt flustered as hell. He was standing way too close to Casey to look casual, and Blair wasn’t fucking stupid. He had a memory. Tony didn’t know if he should pull back, pretend he was, like, fixing his wardrobe or some shit. Own up to it finally?

  Fuck.

  He finally did choose to take a small step back. It was awkward to say the least. He knew he had a long conversation coming his way. “Um, hey, B. I’ll just go to wardrobe and grab my stuff. Want to walk with me?”

  “Yeah.”

  He escaped from the courtyard set and hiked it as fast as he could for wardrobe.

  Blair chuckled. “What’s up, man? You’re walking like something’s on fire.”

  “Just glad to get out of here for the day. I’m pretty done.” Tony was trying to figure out how the hell he was going to explain what Blair saw.

  “You and Casey looked a little intense back there,” Blair said. “What was that all about? You still have that crush on him from last year?”

  If only it was just that. Tony clasped his hands. “Oh, getting ready to film a scene.”

  “Um, is it the ‘Mack’s dad hits on a high school kid’ scene? Because that shit didn’t look very… parental.”

  “Oh,” Tony laughed. He hoped his laugh didn’t sound as uncomfortable as he felt. “No. He’s supposedly giving me advice. It must’ve looked weird. Nothing like that at all.”

  He didn’t miss the look that Blair shot at him. He also didn’t blame Blair for looking. He’d have wondered too.

  THAT NIGHT, after a short “family” dinner with Blair and Sander, Tony escaped to his room. He didn’t have a call the next day, so he planned to chill at the beach, maybe get some food. Hang out. He was exhausted. He’d only been in bed for a minute or two when his phone buzzed with a text. He unlocked his phone and pulled up the text.

  Come over.

  That’s all it said. Tony pulled himself up off of the bed.

  Damn it. Damn it.

  He slipped his Converse on his feet and reached for his car keys. Someday he’d learn some self-control.

  On my way.

  Tony hated himself a little. Actually, no. He hated himself a lot. Every lecture he’d given himself all summer, every moment where he’d dodged Casey since they’d gotten back into town, and he was about to lose all that progress. He nearly turned around and went back into Blair’s house. Nearly. But Blair and Sander were cuddling in Blair’s room “watching TV,” and if Tony had to suffer through another night of giggles and suspicious thumping noises, he’d scream.

  He’d never felt so goddamn pathetic. I’ll go talk to him. That’s all. There’s no harm in hearing whatever he wanted to say this afternoon, right?

  Tony knew a good rationalization when he heard it, but he was to the point where he no longer cared. He hopped in his car and turned it on. It wasn’t very far to Casey’s new place. It wasn’t far to anywhere on the island. Part of
Tony thought he should just keep driving until he ended up in Miami, where he could find some anonymous guy to take his frustrations out on.

  Didn’t work. It never would. Nobody else was Casey.

  “I CAN’T stay away from you anymore.” Casey’s breath was hot on his neck. Tony wanted those lips everywhere, on his neck, his belly.

  “Then don’t.”

  Every moment from then on stretched like some unbelievable type of magic. Lights blurred and grew soft, the warmth in the room mellowed, the laughter from the pool was only a subtle white noise.

  “What do you want?” Casey asked. He licked his way down Tony’s chest until Tony thought he might stop breathing altogether. He was so turned on he couldn’t even stand to open his eyes.

  “I want you. I want everything.”

  EVEN THOUGH he’d never been there, his body somehow steered him to Casey’s place. He could’ve ignored the tinny, grating directions his phone blurted out and somehow still made it there. Tony didn’t test the theory, but he felt it deep in his gut. Soon he was sitting right in front of Casey’s building, about to make what might be a huge mistake. He wanted it too badly to care.

  Damn it.

  Casey was right there, standing at the main entrance, holding the gate open. “I’m glad you’re here. I—”

  Tony didn’t talk. He hauled Casey in for a huge kiss and walked him into the front hall. “Where’s your place?”

  “Top floor. Elevator’s right here.” Casey kissed Tony between each word.

  Tony hoped like hell some security guard wasn’t watching the elevator footage at the moment. Maybe the camera was just there to deter people from doing exactly what they were about to do. Right.

  He didn’t spend too long worrying about it. Especially not when they tumbled into Casey’s swanky penthouse apartment. He was too busy getting rid of Casey’s T-shirt. It practically ripped when Tony pulled it off his head. He simply tossed the damn thing aside and went for the skin on Casey’s neck.

  “I’ve missed this so much,” Casey growled. He got his hands around Tony’s ass just like Tony liked and hauled him up until Tony had to wrap his legs around Casey’s waist to keep from falling.

  “Me too,” Tony breathed. “I thought about you all the time over the summer.”

  It was hard to think with Casey raining kisses all over his skin. Tony let himself be carried to Casey’s room, placed on his bed, and kissed within an inch of his life. He lifted his hips dreamily when Casey stripped off his shorts and briefs, wriggled out of his own shirt, until he was naked and open. Waiting. It should’ve been scary, but it felt right between them. It always had. That’s why it had hurt so bad when Casey turned him down.

  Casey pushed his jeans to the floor and crawled over Tony. It felt good to be in his bed again. It wasn’t like his clandestine trips, sneaking down the hall at the old hotel in the middle of the night anymore, but a lot of the illicit thrill was still there. And something else. A warmth that spread through Tony and had him reaching for Casey, pulling him close for kisses and loving.

  “Why did we stop doing this?” Tony murmured.

  “I don’t know,” Casey said. “You’re so beautiful.”

  He didn’t give Tony a chance to answer. It was impossible to talk when there was so much touching and tasting, miles of skin, breath in his ear. Caught in an endless moment of forbidden sensation, Tony molded his chest to Casey’s. He shivered at the touch of Casey’s bare skin against his. It wasn’t something Tony would ever get used to.

  Casey held him and ran the pads of his fingers up and down Tony’s sides, leaving giggly ripples of pure pleasure in their wake. It was surreal how fast he’d gone from angry and alone to right back where he’d been in May—desperate for Casey’s touch. Casey kissed him again, tenderly, on his mouth and cheeks, the sensitive curl of his ear, the thin skin beneath it. Tony felt like the entire surface of his body was made of stars, exploding and reforming constantly. He drew back and stared at Casey.

  Casey was so perfect. Long smooth muscles corded his tanned torso, wrapped around his hips, and led to the heavy, gorgeous cock that was already thick with desire. It almost hurt to look at him, especially after so damn long trying to look away. Tony wanted to touch every hard, smooth inch of him, to taste the tang of his golden skin, fill his hands with the globes of Casey’s perfect ass. He wanted to feel Casey between his thighs, pushing inch by inch inside him. Tony had missed the thick weight, the heaviness, and the stretch. He needed to have it.

  Tony groaned and pulled Casey close once again. He reveled in the feeling of his naked skin: glorious, warm, and alive. Why had he been holding back for so many weeks? They were meant to be like this. Nobody could deny it. Casey ran his hands over Tony, skimming his hips, up his sides again, lifting Tony’s arms around his neck.

  They kissed again. The kisses devoured Tony, hot and quick. They tasted and touched and, in the moonlight, pushed into each other as if their skins could weld together.

  “I just can’t get enough,” Casey growled, laughing roughly into Tony’s hair. “I need to be closer to you. Fuck. What do you do to me?”

  Casey flipped them so he lay back on the pillows, pulling Tony to straddle his muscular hips.

  “I have to get you ready,” Casey muttered. He reached into his bedside drawer for lube and a condom, then tossed them on the comforter. He slicked his fingers up and slipped them between Tony’s cheeks, teasing one against his hole.

  “Hurry up. I’ve been waiting for this for months,” Tony grumbled. He didn’t have the patience for fingers when he wanted all of it.

  “I don’t wanna rush,” Casey said. He sank two fingers in slow and deep. “I want to feel you. Fuck. So tight.”

  Protests forgotten, Tony groaned into Casey’s touch. The way his fingers filled him, just a little. Not enough. He leaned forward and held himself up with his hands in plush pillows. He was surrounded by sensation, Casey’s touch, his smell, the way he smiled—intimate and low and sexy. Tony needed more. He pulled away from Casey’s touch and whispered, “Now.”

  Casey just stared until Tony grabbed the condom himself, ripped it open, and rolled it down Casey’s cock. He slowly lowered himself onto Casey, giving them what they both wanted, filling himself with Casey inch by inch, until he thought he would burst.

  “Oh, Jesus. This feels too good to really be happening,” Casey whispered, running his hands up and down Tony’s back before placing them on Tony’s hips. Casey started a slow, circling rhythm. As his movements intensified, he slid his hand onto Tony’s cock and worked it just the way Tony liked. How the hell did Casey remember everything he wanted? Tony was already so damn close, starting to clench and release on the hard, thick shaft that was filling him to the brim.

  Casey pulled him close for a kiss. When Tony sat up again, the angle changed so Casey was nudging his spot with every single stroke.

  Casey sat up, bringing his knees up behind Tony’s back, and wrapped them together with his arms. They moved like that for a long time, holding each other and kissing, both tortured by the small motions that kept them shaking and trembling on the precipice.

  Tony pushed closer, rolling his hips as hard as he could. Casey leaned back on the pillows and pushed up into him, pumping again and again, a look of tortured bliss on his gorgeous face. He held Tony by the hips, helping him ride.

  Tony was drowning in sensation, the slick in and out driving him insane. He had been on the brink of explosion, so close he was trembling with need, for what seemed an eternity. Casey must have seen the look on his face, because he gripped Tony once more, one, two, three strokes, and he lost all control. In the distance, somewhere, Tony heard Casey’s hoarse shout crying his name.

  Chapter Six

  Hola Tiffers! We have an updaterama on that sneaky Coconut Cove! I just about passed out last week at the end of that episode. Can you believe they threw in that kiss?!?! What are we supposed to call that blindside? Moey? Well, the Moey kiss happened, and we’re
still reeling. Is this going to be a thing, or is the awkward going to eventually fade, because I’m telling you I waited all last season for Joey and Robbie to finally get it together, and I can’t have that breaking up. Mack, I think Ryder needs a hunk of brooding man to tuck him in at night if you can’t be happy with Kelly. Leave Joey alone!

  Also, did you guys notice the chemistry between Joey and Mack’s DILF, Evan? I swear Evan was looking awfully hot and bothered while he sawed that wood. Maybe they’re cooking up some May-December action between the two of them. Just when we thought Jeff and Evan had worked things out for good too. That lothario Joey is reeling in all these men with his big lashes and cute puppy eyes. I suppose you really can never tell who the charmers are going to be. And we thought he was going to stay the forever-sweet-and-innocent one! I’m waiting on the edge of my seat, y’all. Can’t wait to see what happens next week.

  Tune in tomorrow for all the goss on our other favorite nighttime drama Wolf’s Landing. I’m dying to tell you all about it!

  xoxo

  Tiffany

  IT WAS already warm and bright when Tony first opened his eyes. He had a short moment of disorientation before he realized he was in Casey’s big sunny bedroom. He’d gotten there so quickly the night before, and then it had been all skin and tasting and pure lust. Tony had barely had a chance to breathe.

  Tony liked Casey’s room. It was bright, and it smelled like him. Tony wouldn’t mind waking up there more often. He didn’t know where they stood after the night they’d just had, but hopefully it was somewhere good. The bed was empty. He figured Casey was up and around somewhere, maybe making breakfast, stretching in his living room. Tony rolled over and fished his phone out of his pocket to see if Blair was looking for him. He did have a missed message from Blair. But there was also one from Casey.