by Misha Horne
“You invited me there to fuck me? Seriously?” He was actually pretty pleased by that idea.
Juno slid his hands across his cheeks, groping and squeezing. “Well, I didn’t not invite you there to fuck you. But it was mostly just to feel you out. The fucking part was pretty much just a fantasy.”
Kyle laughed. “You scared me to death that night.”
“Did I?”
“You know you did. I was tripping all over myself.”
“Yeah. I remember.” He slid his hands under the thigh straps of his jock, kneading his muscles. “Not scared anymore, are you, 32?”
“No.”
“Good. Good boy.”
Juno ran his fingertips along the curves of his ass, petting him until Kyle sighed, practically purring under his touch.
“You’re gorgeous, rook. I’m gonna make you feel so good. Not this way though, okay? Not this time. This time I need to see you.”
Fuck, it was really happening.
“Okay. How? What do I…” Kyle shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s okay. I can put you on top of me. That’s probably easiest. Then you can be the one that—”
“No.”
Juno smirked. “Yeah. I didn’t really think you were gonna go for that.”
“I want you to… be in control.”
“Okay. Flip over, then. On your back.” Juno tapped him on the butt, and Kyle rolled over, sheets feeling like barbed wire instead of worn cotton, and he rubbed his ass against the bed, scratching the itch that never seemed to go away, as Juno watched.
“You’re seriously a pervert, Kyle.”
“Yeah, right. Look at what I’m wearing. Not my idea.”
Juno leered at him, crawling slowly closer, until he was kneeling between his thighs, and started to unbutton Kyle’s jersey from top to bottom, letting it hang open at his sides, showing off his glistening abs and bulging jock. Juno sat back on his heels and looked him over.
“You have any fucking idea how hot you look right now?”
Kyle reached up and pulled his hat lower, with a smug grin. “Yeah.”
Juno bent and took one nipple in his mouth, teasing and biting while he curled his other hand around Kyle’s ribcage, stroking his abs with his thumb as he held him tight. Slowly, he worked his mouth down to his stomach, licking and sucking and scraping his skin with his teeth until Kyle was vibrating, so overworked with pleasure he was on the verge of pushing him away.
When he reached his jock, Juno mouthed the front of the fabric before grabbing the waistband on both sides. “I almost don’t want to take this off you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Yeah, I kinda do. As hot as this is, I’d rather see what’s underneath.”
Kyle raised his hips and Juno rolled the small strip of fabric down over him. His cock sprang loose eagerly, sensation pulsing through in a rush of heat as it touched the air.
“Yeah, that’s better,” Juno whispered, his hot breath just inches from Kyle’s cock. He wasted no time wrapping his lips around him.
Kyle couldn’t imagine he’d ever get used to the feeling— the heat of Juno’s mouth as he sucked and licked, stroking his tongue over sensitive spots he’d never found on his own. He increased the pressure gently, barely more than kissing him until Kyle started to whine under the torture. Then things got sloppy and rough as Juno grabbed him hard around the hips, holding him down as he sucked him harder, deeper, spit streaming down over his balls and across his hole. Kyle opened his thighs, squirming, the slick feeling unbearably good.
When Juno scraped his teeth lightly up his shaft, barely touching, but so very much there, he almost couldn’t take it. Had to pound his fist into the mattress to control himself, especially when he felt Juno laugh, his mouth vibrating around his cock before he slowly slid his mouth away.
“Doing okay?” Juno asked him, not waiting for an answer before moving to the inside of his thigh, sucking sharply and leaving a small purple bruise in seconds, then another beside it.
“Fine,” Kyle panted. His cock was desperate to be sucked, his ass was desperate to be filled, and he was still being teased. God, he’d found his fucking soulmate.
“Only fine?”
“Good, great.”
“Ready to keep going?”
“Dude, you don’t have to keep asking that. Just keep going.”
“I’m just checking.”
“You really suck at being all hot and spontaneous, you know that?”
“I’ll work on it. But I promise you, the last thing you want is something spontaneously shoved up your ass.”
Kyle growled in frustration. “I’m ready, okay? I’m completely ready for you to shove something up my ass. Anything you want. Just do it already.”
Juno leaned over and bit his other thigh. “There’s just no way to spank the brat out of you, is there?”
“Nope.” Kyle wiggled his ass from side to side. “But maybe you can fuck it out.”
“You and your dirty mouth, rook. You’re a riot.”
All the talking had distracted him, and when Juno slid a lubed finger over his hole, he moaned in surprise. It was warm and slick and wet, and fuck, so good.
“I’m gonna lift your legs up, okay? Just like this morning.”
“Yeah. Good. Do it.”
Juno held one arm across his thighs, pushing his legs back, and ran a cool hand over his ass.
“God, are you red. That thing’s meaner than it looks. You’re probably really gonna have marks.”
“Good.”
Juno rubbed his hand across his skin again, a little harder. Kyle’s eyes closed as he savored the appreciation, devoured the attention, arching into his touch.
“You want me to spank you a little more?”
“Is that even a serious question?
“Not really.” Juno brought his hand down softly, sending jolts down Kyle’s thighs and up into his groin. “You want me to spank you while I fuck you with my finger?”
“Jesus! Don’t say that!”
Juno stopped. “Really don’t say that?”
Kyle grunted as he held himself in check. “Really don’t say that unless you want me to spray this room down like a fucking fire hose.”
Juno grinned and smacked him again, skating a finger quickly over his hole. “It’s alright. If you can’t keep it together, we’ll just wait for you to reload.”
“Fuck you. I can keep it together.”
“Mmmhmm.” Juno brought his hand down again, gripping the tight meat of his ass firmly. “I’ll bet that stings.”
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
“God, I love to watch you when you get like this. All those faces you make, squirming and blushing. I don’t get to see you this way very often.”
“Because I’m always bent over.”
“Who’s fault is that?”
“Yours.”
“Oh yeah? You don’t like it?”
“Didn’t say that.”
Juno smacked him again. “How you feeling rook?”
“Ungh.”
“Relaxed for me?”
God, he was so far past relaxed he was practically disintegrating.
“Yeah. Yeah, I want, gimmie— ”
“You’ll get everything you want, 32, I promise.”
Juno ran his fingers up and down his crack, over his balls and back again, teasing and tickling him until he was a squirming mess, lube smeared everywhere, his lower body slick all over. Kyle growled and whined all at once, a lustful, animal sound that he exhaled in a quick pant, before finally giving in to the slow torture he’d come to expect, come to relish, really, letting Juno’s fingers lull him into a peaceful, almost hypnotic state.
Finally, his touch slowed, and his fingers began to circle his hole, teasing the entrance with gentle taps and rough caresses as he added more lube, making everything slicker, easier, more intense. Kyle could tell the fingers apart now, as Juno stroked them across his entrance,
the flat pad of his thumb, the probing tip of his index finger, each massaging from a different angle with a different purpose. He could feel himself loosening, just from the gentle touches, the playful tapping, and when Juno finally slipped a finger inside, warm and wet and slippery, in one fluid motion, it couldn’t have felt any better.
Kyle waited for him to ask if he was alright, what he needed, what he wanted, but his face must have given everything away, because as Juno watched him groan and throw his head back, he responded by twisting and crooking his finger, pressing and teasing at him inside, making him feel more full and less full all at once.
He slipped the finger out partway and then back in, all the way up to his knuckle, then pumped in and out in quick, smooth strokes until Kyle was gritting his teeth and moaning. He thrashed impatiently, squirming out of Juno’s hold and planting his feet on the mattress, pushing down, bucking his hips, needing so much more.
“Bad boy. Put your legs back up,” Juno commanded in a hoarse whisper.
Kyle grabbed his knees and held them to his chest as Juno slid a finger back inside him, holding it still, letting the anticipation flood through his body before his other hand smacked down hard on his sore, red ass. Kyle closed his lips to muffle a scream. The pleasure was nearly unbearable, made him lightheaded as his quivering ass vibrated around Juno’s long finger.
“Again. God, please.”
Juno slapped his other cheek with the same intensity, then both sides repeatedly, faster and sharper until he was throbbing inside and out, everything meaningless except for the powerful need for more. Kyle shook his head from side to side, pulling his thighs apart, rocking back to expose himself, offer himself as much as possible.
“Look at you. Jesus.” Juno slipped his finger out and groped him with both hands, cupping his ass and cradling his balls, sliding his palms up the backs of his thighs before teasing the pad of his thumb against his hole again. “God, I want all of you.”
Kyle hummed with high pitched desire, precum streaming from the tip of his cock at a rate that was almost alarming, coating his shaft, dripping onto his belly. “Take me, then. Fuck, I’m ready, I need you.”
“You sure?”
“Stop acting like I’m breakable and fuck me already! Fuck me till I’m screaming! Fuck me till I’m dead!”
Juno smiled, the slow, lazy smile that made Kyle just about lose it then and there, and reached past him for the nightstand. “You’re a real sweetheart, rook,” he said, raising up on his knees. “Take your shirt off.”
Kyle yanked the jersey off, then touched the brim of his cap. “Want me to leave this on?”
Juno’s eyes widened. “Will you?”
“Fuck yeah.”
He leaned back and watched, licking his lips, fascinated by how casual and sexual it was as Juno slowly rolled the condom down over his cock. They were really doing this. This was really happening. “Is that, does it feel, you know. Is it okay?”
Juno raised an eyebrow as he stroked himself, lubing his cock until it glistened. “To wear? It’s alright. It’s gonna feel fucking amazing in a minute, though.”
He grabbed Kyle by the hips and angled him into place, manhandling him with an ease that made Kyle’s cock throb painfully.
“Oh, god.”
“There’s really only one trick to this, rook, but it’s a good one. You just have to relax. That’s all. And you’re nice and relaxed, already, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
Juno’s cock nudged against him, and Kyle moaned, raising his hips and pressing his body toward him, his entrance slick and needy, desperate to take him inside. Juno leaned over him, a hand on either side, knocking his cap askew as he bent to kiss him.
“Bear down, okay, like you’re biting on something.”
Kyle nodded, and as Juno eased his hips forward, he pushed back, bracing himself for resistance, shocked when the round tip of his cock was sliding inside before he had time to think. He clutched at Juno’s shoulders, more surprised than panicked as he felt himself stretching to accommodate him.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“You got this. You got this. You’re doing so good.” Juno pushed a little deeper and then stopped, pausing over him to watch him intently. His trembling arms braced on either side of him gave some indication of how hard it was for him to go slowly, but his expression was still endlessly patient as he held his body motionless. “Just hold still a second and get used to it.”
“Okay.” It was going to take longer than a second, he was sure, to fully comprehend having Juno inside him, to get used to the burn and the heat and the need that came with it. He shifted his body slightly, absorbing the sensation of being stretched open.
Juno’s voice was strained and rough, his eyes dark as he struggled to keep himself still. “How’s it feel?”
It was hard to talk, even for him. “Um, new, I guess. Warm. You’re really warm.”
Juno grunted, laughing between shallow breaths. “Okay. That’s… descriptive. Anything else?”
“Big.”
He laughed again. “Thanks, but, how about good or bad?”
Kyle nodded. “Good, I think. Not bad.”
“You want me to keep going?”
“How much more is there?”
Juno snorted in surprise before a smile slipped across his face, erasing the furrowed brow of concentration. The tension Kyle hadn’t realized he was holding onto slipped away and his body noticeably relaxed. With a quiet grunt, Juno slid in deeper, and suddenly, nerve endings were shooting off like fireworks inside him. It was easy this time— okay, maybe not easy, but the resistance was just right. There was friction, and pain, and other things he had no words for. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Juno rocked into his body gently, and sparks shot through him again. Fuck, it was so much better than he’d expected.
“Rook?”
“Good. Feels fucking good.”
Juno’s body hovered inches over his, his biceps keeping him raised just enough so that Kyle’s cock was sandwiched between their stomachs, Juno’s abs just barely brushing over his wet tip with each gentle thrust. There were too many sensations to keep track of, each better than the last. He knew he was going to come, and way too soon, but he couldn’t predict what was going to cause it, couldn’t tell where half these feelings were coming from. He was losing his mind, and still, Juno was just barely rocking into him, just barely moving inside him.
“God, do something!”
Juno smirked and dove for him, thrusting hard as he bit down on his shoulder, sending jolts of pain and pleasure across his chest and down his back and through his thighs, and everywhere all at once. Kyle moaned, and bucked his hips, then gasped as Juno slid in even further, so far he could feel his balls brushing against his skin.
Kyle wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling him closer as Juno started to really fuck him, pounding into his body, each thrust reaching a new part of him. As he took him deeply, Kyle clenched his ass tightly around his cock and Juno drew in a sharp breath.
“Fuck. Keep doing that, this isn’t gonna last too long,” Juno warned him.
“Not gonna last long anyway.”
“Tell me when, okay?”
Kyle nodded, barely comprehending. Desire swallowed him whole, became everything he had, everything he was, as he tightened his legs around him again. It seemed impossible to get close enough, as he grabbed at Juno’s ass, scratched at his back, whimpered that he needed more, more, everything right now. Juno’s eyes were dark, the green just a memory as Kyle swam in his gaze, nearly drowning. He groaned, every part of his body sore, as Juno took him harder, faster, the aches turning to relief as his body began to spasm, inside and out.
“Now, rook, okay? Now.”
But it was already happening, his body straining, growing stronger and weaker with each thrust until his control was gone completely, his cock jerking hard against Juno’s stomach, every part of him fiery and restless as he came hard, only realizing afterwards
that the moans and whimpers hadn’t only been his own.
Kyle crashed hard, dizzy, and almost sick with exhaustion, grabbing desperately at Juno as he collapsed on top of him, sweaty and sticky and perfect. He was as close as he could be to another human being, wished they could stay like that forever, part of each other. He whined at the sudden emptiness as Juno slid out of him gently and fell onto the bed beside him.
For a minute, there was only heavy breathing, quick and then slower. Then Juno reached down and rolled off the condom, tossing it across the room, into the endless sea of half packed boxes that were still scattered everywhere.
“You’re disgusting,” Kyle murmured, using every bit of energy to turn onto his side and rest his head against Juno’s shoulder.
Juno slipped an arm underneath him, hauling him closer. “I’m disgusting? You live here.”
Kyle relaxed into his embrace, closing his eyes. “Not anymore.”
* * *
BENCHED #5
GROUND RULES
It hadn’t seemed crazy at the time— packing up most of what he had and moving out of his dorm room at a moment’s notice. Of course, watching Juno spank him with a paddle in the reflection of his closet doors hadn’t seemed strange either. And he hadn’t thought twice about losing his virginity while he was wearing his high school uniform.
But, lying on top of Juno, his head on his chest, eyes half closed as they stretched out on the couch watching SportsCenter, it all suddenly seemed fucking ridiculous. People didn’t do things like this. He didn’t think they did, anyway.
Kyle never would have imagined that he’d like being someone’s boyfriend. Being kissed, being held, being on the receiving end of that kind of attention. Not that he’d given it too much thought, really. Mostly he’d just thought about sex. And that hadn’t felt anything like he’d imagined either.
It was actually almost the same kind of perfectly terrifying feeling. Being locked together, bonded in a way that almost made them one person. Giving himself over, belonging to someone in a way he’d never considered might be possible. And then afterwards, the spinning. The constant thinking, and the thinking about the thinking. Wondering why he kept turning it all over and over that way. Why he had to make such a big fucking deal out of everything.
