Crazy Kinky Dirty Love

by K. A. Merikan

  Score. Dan nodded and brushed imaginary dust off Kyle’s arm, but let his hand linger, catching his gaze again. “Sounds good. Would you run if I came in leather pants?”

  Kyle rolled his eyes, but a smile lingered on his lips. “I suppose I’d have to ask you to change, or take them off whatsoever.”

  Dan drew in a sharp breath, unable to look away from the pale, handsome face. Kyle had very dark eyes and the most perfect pair of wide eyebrows he’s seen in a long time.“I’d rather take ‘em off.”

  “So that’s sorted. No leather pants for you, Dan.” Kyle discreetly pointed to the coffee table. “I have to go, yeah... you know... mingle and stuff.”

  Dan decided to let him off the hook for the time being and do some mingling himself. He was approached by a few like-minded people as soon as he was alone. His interest in Kyle hasn’t gone unnoticed, and he quickly gathered some useful info, including the fact that Kyle was not only single at the moment, but also never had an official boyfriend since he came to university. Interesting.

  After a few more conversations and exchanged e-mails, the meeting started again, and Dan was increasingly taken aback by Kyle’s sterile attitude. If the guy could become more ‘normal’ by cutting off two of his fingers, he would probably take the risk. It made Dan wonder, what hid beneath the surface of his prim and proper attitude, so he stayed behind when the meeting came to an end.

  After exchanging goodbyes with the people he got to know during the past two hours, he helped Kyle and two other guys fold the chairs and arrange them back on their respective stacks. But soon, they were left alone in the empty, room, and the silence became so intense it was giving Dan goosebumps. He watched Kyle pack the used paper plates and cups into a trash bag. Kyle's shoulders seemed painfully stiff, and he wouldn't look back.

  “Need help?” Dan slowly walked over to the table, eyeing the skittish club president.

  “Oh, you’re still here,” he stated the obvious and looked back at Dan, clutching at the trash bag. “Nah, I’m good, just need to make sure the place is tidy before I go.”

  Dan joined him anyway, making sure to ‘accidentally’ brush against his arm. He wondered if he could score tonight. “It’s late, I was thinking I could walk you home, and we could continue our conversation.”

  “Why? Do I look like I’m afraid of the dark?” Kyle smiled, adjusting his messenger bag.

  “No, but I liked chatting to you earlier.” Dan leaned against the table, brushing over Kyle with his gaze intensely enough for him to notice.

  “In the spirit of equality, how about I walk you home, huh?” It sounded like a challenge, but Kyle took a step back.

  Dan chuckled, glad that he had left his room tidy. It looked like Kyle couldn’t have guests, so maybe he was staying with his parents? “Fair enough, though it’s off-campus.”

  “I don’t mind a walk, the weather’s nice.” Kyle shrugged, and they made their way out of the room. “Unless you live in a creep-tastic forest and you’re actually a serial killer, looking for young gay meat?”

  “Nah.” Dan squeezed Kyle’s arm and gently pulled him towards the exit. “Though one of my roommates considers creep-tastic his aesthetic of choice.”

  “Oh yeah? How come?” Kyle looked to his hand with a frown.

  Dan led him out into the silent corridor. “You’d have to see his room. I’m afraid to enter that dump.”

  “I’m afraid going into creepy strangers’ rooms is not my idea of fun. So why’d you move here?”

  Dan shrugged, letting go of him so he could lock the room. “My former college was, well, in a very small city, and I felt rather unentertained. It just wasn’t my kind of place.”

  “Oh really? I come from a smaller town too. Maybe that’s why I’m so enthusiastic about this club. You wouldn’t get anything like it back in my crappy high school.” Kyle put the keys back into his pocket, and they started walking down the corridor.

  “That’s why you ran for president?” Dan walked close to him, making sure they touched once in a while. Kyle was very much his type, toned but slim, and he was intrigued by all the crazy stuff the guy was preaching.

  Kyle nodded and gave Dan a quick glance. “Yeah, I study International Relations, and I like being in charge of stuff like this, but to be honest, it wasn’t much of a campaign. Most people don’t want the responsibility anyway. Someone could say I treat it too seriously, but I really think that bit by bit, we can make a change.”

  Dan sighed, opening the door for Kyle, as they left the building. It was peaceful and dark, so at least no one would listen in on their conversation. “And you think sanitizing people can make that happen?”

  “Uhm... ‘sanitizing’?” Kyle frowned. “Did you wait for me, just to argue? Maybe I’m not as big as you, but I don’t take crap from people. That’s one thing I learned in high school,” he remarked, dumping the club garbage into a trashcan.

  Dan shrugged. “Yeah, by trying to make people aspire to the mythical straight, cisgendered norm.”

  “You’re so smart, Dan. I think you should run for president next year.” Kyle rolled his eyes. “It’s not all that simple. It’s not easy to get people to respect you, if you walk around in your leather underpants. There has to be a starting point, we’re not animals.”

  They crossed the empty street and headed past the residence halls, towards the border of the campus. The sounds of a guitar and a soft male voice came from the smoking shelter by one of the buildings. A group of people were gathered in the shelter, listening in, the red dots of their cigarettes floating to the rhythm. Dan smiled and breathed in the cool, fragrant air.

  “Animals don’t wear leather and don’t have fetishes. How more human can one get?” Dan wiggled his eyebrows, but Kyle looked away.

  “When I was in high school, there was another gay guy I knew of, but the thing was, everyone knew that he was gay. I suppose I blended in more. One day, I saw this guy being attacked, and I called the police. The thing is though, how can we keep stuff like this at bay, if we as a community promote the image of gays as ‘pussy-boys who want to be fucked’ on their knees, by buff guys in leather?”

  Dan snorted. He knew many guys had a very stereotypical view on sex, but he didn't expect it from someone so young and seemingly progressive. “I think the question should be: ‘how can we be accepted if we keep blending in so that no one suspects we’re gay’?”

  “You don’t seem to have that problem. All buff and hot--” Kyle looked to him, but quickly shied away when the words came out of his mouth. He passed the gate separating the campus from the city street, but then looked back, waiting for directions.

  Dan smiled and let his hand roam over Kyle’s back. It was more toned than it seemed. “Not so bad yourself.”

  Kyle looked away, to a small cafe they were passing. It was peaceful, with the sounds of conversations all around them, even though there weren’t many people actually walking down the sidewalk. They were now walking along a street with numerous shops, many of which were still open for late-evening customers. “I mean... That’s not the point I wanted to make.”

  “I know, but if acceptance is what you want, you can’t just try to blend in. It’s a vicious circle.”

  “But there are some things people don’t need to know.” Kyle kept looking back at him, but didn’t shy away from the touch. Dan nodded.

  “Yeah, nobody needs to know whether you’re a top, or a bottom, but if what you’re doing is more of a lifestyle, then yes, they should.”

  “I wouldn’t want people to see me as some deviant instead of seeing the person I am - someone with a professional attitude, not some vulnerable gay boy. It just attracts the wrong kind of attention.” Kyle shrugged, looking down at the sidewalk.

  Dan crooked his head and leaned over him as they walked. His predatory nature was getting the best of him. “Are you a vulnerable gay boy?” The goosebumps he evoked on Kyle’s skin made him smile.

  A flush crept up Kyle’s neck, and he
moved away from Dan’s hand. “N--no! But I’m starting to think you’re a bit of an asshole. That’s just my luck, I’m always attracted to assholes. Better to know sooner than later.” He stopped at the corner of the street and crossed his arms over his chest, slouching. He seemed a lot more distressed than Dan’s silly line was worth.

  “Why do you think I’m an asshole?” Dan spread his arms with a slight frown. At least Kyle admitted to liking him.

  “Because who asks a question like that? It’s so offensive!”

  “I just used your own words, how can you blame me?”

  Kyle looked up at him slowly, and Dan could not work out what cogs were turning in that pretty head. “Anyone with self respect can’t agree to being addressed like that.”

  Dan started walking again, but made sure Kyle followed. “Not in any real-life situation, no. But some people like being vulnerable when playing.”

  Kyle hesitated, but did in fact follow Dan. “Playing what? Like flirting? I’m really not sure...”

  “Flirting, fucking, and so on.” Dan flashed him a small smile, but was watchful of Kyle’s reaction.

  “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this topic...” Kyle stared at the pavement again as they passed an abstract sculpture that reminded Dan of a shoe hitting into someone's butt. How appropriate.

  Dan raised an eyebrow, struck by a sudden suspicion. “You’re not asexual, are you?”

  “No, no! I mean... I am very sexual. I mean,” Kyle looked up at Dan, “not in the sense that I sleep around, just that... God, I’m a mess.” He slapped his forehead.

  “What then?” Dan put a hand over Kyle’s nape and squeezed it gently, pulling him into the street he lived in. With the buildings being a few stories high and only a few lanterns in strategic spots, it wasn’t well illuminated after dark. “Are you shy? That’s okay,” he assured him, hoping his roommates were out. He didn’t want Kyle to flee.

  “Yes.” Kyle's answer was stern and he took a deep breath. “I wish I wasn’t, so I hope it doesn’t put you off. I’m really working on it and... damn, your hand is so hot.”

  Dan swallowed, loving how Kyle instinctively lowered his head at the touch to the back of his neck. He looked around to make sure no one would see them and leaned down to place a soft kiss on the heated skin between his fingers. “I don’t mind. We could work on it together, what do you say?”

  “That sounds good, I hadn’t dated in a while.” Kyle’s breath hitched, but he stayed in place. Dan groaned and pulled him closer, embracing his shoulders.

  “That’s my door over there.” He pointed to the red brick building where he shared an apartment with a two other guys. “Wanna come in for a coffee then?”

  Kyle looked up at him and slowly put a hand on his chest. “Let’s take things a bit slower, okay?”

  Dan sighed, somewhat disappointed, but he didn’t want to try to coerce him... or something. “Yeah, sure. What do you have in mind?”

  “We could grab that coffee tomorrow on campus, you know, get to know each other better. I’m just not the kind of guy who takes a leap off a cliff.”

  “Have you ever tried to?” Dan brushed the back of his hand over Kyle’s cheek and watched his lips part into an ‘oh’. Too cute. How old could Kyle even be? Twenty? Nineteen?

  “No, I usually take the bike ride along the countryside road and never manage to get where I want to.”

  Dan sighed, pulling him even closer. Did this guy have some kind of sexual anxiety? He vaguely considered ignoring the attraction and pursuing someone less timid, but looking into those eyes, it was hard to refuse them. “Doesn’t that tell you that maybe you need to change your strategy?”

  “Maybe. But I don’t really want to break my neck, do I?” There was a strange tension in his voice, and Dan wasn’t sure what exactly Kyle meant.

  Slowly, he pushed Kyle against the wall of the building closest to them and leaned over him. “What gave you that idea?”

  “I barely know you, and you seem kinda reckless,” whispered Kyle, all tense, but he didn’t make a move to squirm away.

  Dan nuzzled his ear, breathing in the sweet smell of shampoo. The shape of Kyle’s body, slim, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, really made him horny. He’d love to pin him down and make him beg for it. “Yeah, I’m your cliff.”

  Kyle slowly ran his fingers up Dan’s arms, making his skin tingle. “I don’t usually do these kind of things. I like my spine in one piece.”

  Dan snorted, leaning over him until their noses were almost touching. He inhaled Kyle’s warm breath, his lips already throbbing in anticipation. “I promise to deliver you home intact.”

  “I can imagine I’d lose something in that sea beneath the cliff.” Kyle let out a nervous laugh and never took his gaze off Dan’s chest. But Dan had other plans and tipped his head only to capture Kyle’s lips in a passionate kiss. The shiver that went all the way down his body made him lean even closer, framing Kyle’s body from the front as well as he could with their height difference. His blood went rushing down, making him lightheaded, and to his glee, it turned out Kyle was just as ‘happy’ with the closeness. When Dan gently pushed his thigh against Kyle’s crotch, he could already feel how hard his cock was. He forced himself to tear his mouth away and looked around, happy that no one spotted them yet. He listened to Kyle’s ragged breathing and pulled him close.

  “Come upstairs?”

  “No, I can’t. I really don’t do this kinda thing. One night stands and stuff. You’re scorching hot, but I...” Kyle slowly slid out of the embrace and took a step to the side. The ragged breathing, made Dan already imagine how he would look right after being fucked. Dan suppressed a groan and scratched his head, hoping his hardening cock wasn’t too obvious in his jeans. He wasn’t sure if he was angry, or just disappointed by the turn of events, but that was it for the night.

  “Okay.” He nodded, forcing himself to take another step back.

  Kyle gripped onto his messenger bag and swallowed, fiddling with the strap. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

  Oh shit, not the beaten puppy look! Dan bit his lip and rested his hands on his belt to keep them in check. “Don’t worry, I was too persistent.”

  Kyle looked up at him. “And I want to go for it, but... I’m just really not sure if I can jump yet. We’re still up for coffee tomorrow?” He smiled and took a step back. Something in Dan’s stomach made a quick backflip.

  “Er, yeah, sure.” he had to calm down about this. Maybe Kyle had some bad experience that made him timid around guys? He shouldn’t have pressurized him like some sex-starved moron.

  “I really liked the way you kiss, though.” Kyle smiled once more and turned around, seemingly ready to make his way back to the campus.

  Dan grabbed his arm before he could even think about it. “Hey, I’m gonna walk you home, all right?”

  Kyle’s face lit up right away. “Naughty! You just want to get two goodnight kisses in one day, don’t you?”

  Dan tried to suppress a chuckle. “You could say that, yeah.”

  “I promise one then. I may live in the dorms, but I’m all out and proud.”

  “Oh,” Dan immediately slid an arm over Kyle’s shoulder. “That’s a relief.”

  “It would be hard to hide being the president of the LGBT club.” Kyle laughed and didn’t shy away this time, even cuddling up to Dan. “But to be honest... wow, I never met someone as straightforward as you. And we just met. My mind is blown.”

  “That’s the effect I have on people.” Dan pulled him back towards the larger street with shops. “Which dorm are we heading to?”

  “South of the campus, we can go through the park. So I’m guessing you have a lot of practice and meet guys all the time?” Kyle looked up at him. This was obviously a tricky question, but Dan decided to be honest.

  “Guys are generally fond of me,” he said, ignoring the long look they got from a middle aged man who walked in the opposite direction.

  “And you..
. ‘play’ with them a lot?” Kyle slowly slid his arm around Dan’s waist, settling on his hip.

  Dan nodded, looking down at him. “Yeah.”

  “I... you see, I think I’ve reached a bit of an impasse. The guys that like me are a bit too clean cut, and the ones I like, well... turn out to be assholes, so as you can imagine I’m wary,” Kyle said, but smirked up at him. He had such a lovely mouth. Dan bet it could open wide when it took a cock in.

  “So, what do you mean by ‘assholes’?” he asked when they crossed the street, walking towards the park.

  “You know the type. Kyle poked Dan’s stomach and squinted. “Big, buff, confident, but they talk down to you, pretending it’s dirty talk. And then it turns out it’s not, it’s just them thinking you’re an easy lay who they don’t have to respect.”

  Dan cocked an eyebrow at him. “I assure you, my dirty talk is just dirty talk.” He rustled the hair on the back of Kyle’s head.

  “And how do you want to make me trust that?”

  Dan shrugged as they entered the park. It was dark, with only the street lamps illuminating the main alleys, but far ahead of them, Dan could make out a few silhouettes walking beneath the trees. “Dunno, do you think I’m an asshole?”

  “You don’t seem to. You are walking me home after all. Who knows what crazy rapist abductor could be hiding among the bushes.” Kyle made a sweeping gesture around the park with a grin.

  Dan beamed at him and leaned down for a chaste kiss. Kyle was so his type! If only he wasn’t such a scaredy cat. “I’ll protect you from rapists, rabid dogs, or clowns, whatever you wish.”

  Kyle returned the kiss, gently biting into Dan’s bottom lip. “What if I’m into rabid dogs and that’s why I’m hesitant about a relationship with a human?” he whispered, and Dan struggled to keep his face in check. Oh, the flirting was getting bold. Was this the ‘real’ Kyle? He sure hoped so.

  “That would make perfect sense. I could wear a collar and salivate all the time if it helps.”

  “And I could imagine you having a good firm grip on my nape with that jaw.” Kyle laughed, but there was a glint of something more when he stopped for another kiss.