Kissing Lessons

by Susan Laine

  Boone chuckled, a devilish spark in his eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes, Mer.”

  Then Boone licked his lips slowly, holding eye contact with Merry the entire time. And when he opened his mouth, his intent clear as he gripped the base of Merry’s cock, Merry feared he was about to pass out.

  Chapter 11

  MERRY CRIED out sharply and threw his head back when Boone closed his lips around Merry’s spongy cockhead. “Oh, sweet Jesus….”

  Boone grinned around his delectable mouthful. The tip of Merry’s prick was silky to the touch, even against Boone’s equally silky tongue, and hot like a furnace. Boone licked over the tiny slit and caught a few errant droplets of precome on his tongue. The taste was far sweeter than he’d expected, with a slight tart tang and a hint of saltiness.

  Yeah, he could definitely grow used to this, to the point of developing an addiction.

  He pulled off and smiled at Merry becoming unglued, shaking and panting on the floor in a mess. “You taste delicious, bae. So fucking good.”

  Merry blinked up at him, his eyes foggy and his lips red, full, and moist. He must have been biting them to muffle screams in the throes of passion. His shaky smile warmed Boone’s soul. Merry’s beauty had hidden in plain sight, and it had taken a kissing lesson for Boone to see it.

  Boone was overjoyed he could do this without a condom and really relish Merry’s unique flavor and feel. In his mind, he already pictured the two of them going to a clinic together to get tested every now and then to be able to continue doing this with low risk. Ah yes….

  Then Boone returned to the australian kiss, taking Merry’s cockhead in his mouth and letting his tongue loose. He licked around the satiny mushroom dome, tracing the shape with great care and devotion, and then pressed his tongue into the small, tender slit.

  The sublime reaction was instantaneous. Merry shouted as if in agony, his hips bucked up violently, and his fingernails dug into the flesh of Boone’s upper back.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh my God….” Merry’s pleasurable barrage came out like a flood, no end in sight.

  Mission accomplished, Boone thought in delight. With an adventurous spirit, he took all of Merry’s dickhead in his mouth and sucked. Again Merry’s wild response showed Boone that he held his best friend’s pleasure in his hands—and his mouth.

  So Boone went for gold and mouthed a little bit more of Merry’s shaft with each suck. But by the time he had more than half of it inside, he started to gag. Choking, he backed off, ticked off by his failure to give Merry the deep-throat version. Yes, typically that kiss was more of an amateur tonsillectomy but… better to be inventive than predictable.

  A hand landed on his head and ruffled his hair. Merry smiled softly at him.

  “You don’t have to—”

  “I didn’t stop ’cause I didn’t want to go on, babe,” Boone cut in, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re bigger than I expected. Way bigger. Or my mouth’s smaller. Either way, I need more practice. Way more practice.”

  Merry chuckled, going red up to his hairline. “All yours… bae.”

  Boone gulped. Merry calling him his bae flipped his stomach upside down and made his heart soar. At that moment, he realized he wanted to hear Merry using that endearment for the rest of their lives—to him alone. The impulse scared him, but at the same time, serenity settled into the pit of his stomach, easing his confused soul.

  Merry’s the one I’m meant to be with.

  The absolute certainty blinded Boone with its sheer brilliance. How could he have lived next to the perfect person for him all this time and not known it? The epiphany boggled his mind.

  The desire to give Merry pleasure increased tenfold in Boone. He sucked on the head of Merry’s dick again, savored it like a lollipop, delighted in its sweet essence, swallowed down each drop, and used his hand to stroke Merry’s shaft in slow and easy motions. His skin felt vulnerable against Boone’s palm. Boone understood he could cause severe damage if he did this wrong, so he kept his pace leisurely and his grip gentle.

  “B-Boone, I… I’m hurting, please.” Merry’s whisper echoed desperation. Boone felt his hips tremble, his balls quiver, and his dick twitch—all signs suggesting Merry was about to blow.

  “Come, then. Come in my mouth, bae. I wanna taste you so bad.” Boone used every encouragement he knew to get Merry to agree. If Merry wanted to use a condom, Boone would oblige, of course. Was he being selfish to want this au naturel so badly?

  Merry apparently had no counterarguments, nor did he bellow out a need for latex.

  So Boone doubled his efforts, sucking on Merry’s cockhead till his cheeks hollowed out. He let his tongue dance around the silky tip, so warm it heated Boone’s tongue and lips. He vowed to himself to do the lollipop kiss on Merry’s shaft in due course, licking up and down the sensitive member to trace every throbbing vein and feel each smooth inch.

  Merry’s back arched off the floor as he cried out, one hand digging into the rug and the other gripping Boone’s hair. His balls bobbed, and his cock pulsated, and then Boone’s mouth filled with Merry’s creamy essence. Boone tasted salt and a mild bitterness, but mostly it was sweet and tangy in a good way, so he drank greedily, refusing to miss a drop. Soon, though, the tide brimmed out of the corners of his mouth and trickled down his jaw.

  A panting heap of shaky limbs and red, sweaty skin, Merry dropped back on the floor, his eyes closed and his chest heaving. Boone released his cock gently, laying it down on the groove of his hip, lovingly caressing the penis that was losing its undoubtedly achy rigidity and overwhelming heat with every beat of Merry’s heart.

  Boone sat back on his haunches, savoring the flavor of the man he loved. Merry was a big producer, apparently, but Boone didn’t mind. He kind of liked the idea he could make Merry come by the bucketload. His chest puffed at the knowledge he’d been Merry’s first.

  Could he be the last as well?

  Boone teased Merry, saying, “When you’re able to string two syllables together, let me know if you liked that.”

  Merry swallowed hard and continued to pant, his eyes firmly closed. But he still managed to breathe out, “I. Hate. You.”

  Boone laughed. “So, you loved it and love me that much? I’m honored.”

  “Prick” was Merry’s eloquent reply. But he was smiling wide. His skin glowed from the aftershocks of what had transpired, and Boone felt proud and accomplished seeing him in such a debauched state.

  Then his own dick reminded him with a painful twitch that he’d not released yet. Boone snapped open the top button of his fly and unzipped. His erection pushed past the flaps, tenting the black fabric of his boxer briefs. He rubbed his length hard a few times, feeling how close he was.

  He didn’t quite know what to do now. Merry’s first experience seemed to have been a good one. Would it be too insensitive to ask for something in return? Merry was a virgin in many ways, after all. The last thing Boone wanted was to rush him into a hand job.

  “Hey.”

  Merry’s sudden greeting startled Boone. Lying there naked and glistening, he’d never looked more stunning, Boone thought, loving how rapture suited Merry.

  “Huh?”

  Merry chuckled wickedly. “I bet those clothes of yours are feeling pretty uncomfortable right now. Why don’t you get out of them and lie on top of me? I think we’d both like that very much.”

  Boone didn’t need to be told twice. He ditched his T-shirt, jeans, and underwear in the blink of an eye while Merry giggled like mad at the free show. Then, on his knees between Merry’s legs, without a stitch on, Boone froze, unsure of how he should proceed.

  Merry gave him a lazy come-hither chin lift, and Boone was a goner. On all fours, he hovered above Merry, then carefully lowered himself, their nude forms fitting together perfectly. With a sigh, Boone settled down.

  Merry bent his knees and wrapped his legs around Boone’s and then wrapped his arms around Boone’s neck. Boone held off his full weigh
t until he was certain that Merry could handle him, but Merry’s swimmer’s physique was strong enough to bear him. Boone’s smoldering chubby nuzzled Merry’s spent sex, and his hips started to move on their own.

  “Th-this okay?” Boone asked, hesitant.

  “Uh-huh.” Merry nodded and smiled. “More than fine.”

  Then Boone couldn’t hold on anymore. He kissed Merry, sealing their lips together and delving deep with his tongue, leisurely entwining it with Merry’s. God, but it was awesome to kiss Merry, who gave as much as he received. Their hot breaths mixed as they nibbled and sucked each other’s lips and tangled their tongues.

  And all the while, Boone rutted against Merry like an animal in heat, unable to stop the rocking motions of his body. His cock pressed against Merry’s soft, taut stomach and slid effortlessly into the groove of his V-shape, thanks to the sticky precome Boone was leaking like a faulty faucet. He’d never felt such need to be close to someone—an obsession and a deep-seated desperation that ruled his actions.

  “Fuck, Mer, you feel so fucking good,” Boone murmured into Merry’s mouth.

  “Shut up and kiss me,” Merry ordered with an annoyed huff at the interrupted kiss. “I want to feel you over me, your body on me. Kiss me hard.”

  Boone obliged. He plastered his body against Merry’s, keeping him in place with his weight, and kissed Merry with all his might. Boone felt Merry’s dick begin to harden again under the sensual onslaught, and he moved faster and rougher, ensuring their cocks rubbed alongside each other with their full lengths. Meanwhile Boone shoved his tongue inside Merry’s mouth and took what he wanted, sucking on Merry’s tongue and leaving him breathless.

  Boone was on fire. He kept pushing his dick against Merry’s body, harder and faster. He grabbed Merry’s sides, ran his nails across skin wherever he could reach, fondled his balls and his nipples, leaving Merry moaning into the kiss. Instinctive urgency drove them both forward.

  Boone hummed into Merry’s mouth, into his skin as he tore his mouth away to sink his teeth into the junction between Merry’s neck and shoulder. Merry screamed, his voice gone hoarse.

  “Hold me closer, Boone,” Merry begged, almost sobbing. “Fuck me.”

  The words Boone would never before have imagined hearing from Merry pushed him over the edge. With a grunt born of mingled pain and pleasure, Boone climaxed, spilling his seed between their writhing bodies. The spasms wracked him with violent jerks, and the fever inside him burned until he feared he might go up in flames.

  Then Boone heard Merry cry out again, and his body shook and trembled as he came once more. A new wave of warm, sticky fluid spurted between them, smeared by their bodies moving in unison, still swaying in rhythm to a primal beat.

  Slowly the high of sex waned. Boone had a hard time breathing, as though his lungs had shrunk in size by half, and he could hear the rapid drumming of his heart. He couldn’t move, still quivering from the power of his climax.

  Finally Boone was able to gather enough strength in his shaky muscles to roll off Merry and flop next to him on the floor. “So… how ’bout them apples?” he murmured.

  When Merry burst into helpless giggles, Boone felt that perhaps they’d be just fine after all.

  Chapter 12

  IT WAS the night before their senior prom, and Boone had butterflies in his stomach. As he entered through the door of Merry’s bedroom stealthily, he found Merry sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at nothing. No, he was actually staring at the black-tie attire hanging from a hook on his closet door. Merry’s forehead was creased, and the sides of his mouth were turned down. Boone got a bad feeling.

  “Hey.”

  Merry started, jumping on the bed and blinked at Boone. “Oh. Hey. You scared me.”

  “Sorry.” Boone came closer, his gaze shifting between Merry and the formal wear for the dance. “Why are you staring at it so intently? Wait, let me guess. The suit itches? It’s loose in the wrong places and tight in other wrong places, yeah? Look, it’s a rental. It’s never going to be a perfect fit.”

  Merry shook his head, looking away. “No. I…. No, it’s not that.”

  Now Boone was officially worried, so he sat down on the bed next to Merry but kept a discreet distance between them. No need to muddle things further. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” Merry said the words, but his expression belied them. He looked sad.

  Boone knew they had to talk about what had happened. But because Merry appeared so rueful, Boone decided to give him an out. “Listen, Mer. About the kissing lessons…. I was wondering….”

  Merry glanced up from behind a veil of black lashes, and for a moment there was hope in his eyes. “Yeah?”

  “Would you like to….” Boone had to clear his throat before he could continue. “Would you like to have, like a, uh, a friends with benefits type of deal here?”

  Merry’s eyebrows rose. Then they knitted together when he frowned, and his whole expression shut down. “No.”

  Boone sighed in relief. “Thank God. Me neither.” Perhaps giving a name to their new relationship might have made things marginally easier in the short run. But in the long run… no.

  Merry’s frown faded, and he regarded Boone with concern. He looked like he wanted to say or ask something but in the end closed his mouth tight. Boone waited him out.

  Then Merry said, “Boone, I…. Look, there’s no easy way to say this.”

  Boone’s heart about stopped right there. If Merry planned to end their friendship, Boone would quite literally die of a broken heart. Merry was his best friend, best lover, his… soul mate.

  “The suit’s okay, but I’m returning it. I’m not going to the prom.”

  Boone drew in a sharp breath. “The hell you aren’t. I told you before, you’re coming, or else.”

  Merry shook his head, despondency in the gesture. “No, I can’t. I canceled my date with Sara, so I have no partner. And I’m not going there alone. Not a chance.” He shuddered, and Boone understood. Though it wasn’t unusual for people to go alone to the prom, there was a social stigma attached. And that shitty memory was kept alive at every goddamn reunion.

  Good thing, however, that Boone had made plans too. “Actually this works for me. You see, I canceled my date with Emily too.”

  Merry gasped, eyes wide. “What? Why?”

  Boone clasped Merry’s hand gently. “Come on, Mer. You know why. ’Cause I wanna take you to the prom. As my date. I want us to go there as a, you know, a couple.”

  Merry yanked his hand back. “Are you fucking insane?”

  Ouch. The rejection hurt, and Boone cringed. “No. I’m finally… at peace.” He shrugged though he didn’t feel particularly nonchalant. “If you don’t wanna go with me… that’s okay. Guess neither of us is going, then. We could play another racing game. I promise I won’t cheat.” He made the Boy Scout pledge sign over his chest. Of course, he’d never been one, but who cared?

  Merry kept breathing heavily and blinking hard. Emotions warred on his features, as if he couldn’t find the right one to stop on. “Y-you’re at peace? Wh-what does that mean?”

  Boone stared down at his hands and picked at his cuticles. They were dry and easy to tear off. He needed to moisturize more. And wasn’t that a crazy thought in the middle of something so important?

  “I… I love you like a friend, Mer, and always will.” Boone heard the catch in his own voice and Merry’s sharp inhale. “But… I also think that… we’ve become more than just friends. If I’m wrong, tell me to shut up, and I’ll never bring this up again.”

  Slowly, hesitantly, Merry grasped Boone’s hand. They were both trembling, their palms hot and sweaty. “You’re right, B. Our friendship has changed.” He locked gazes with Boone, who was overjoyed to finally see a warm light in Merry’s eyes and a soft smile on his lips. “I think our love has evolved. If you know what I mean.”

  Boone smiled back, a weight lifting from his chest. “That we were always headed down this pa
th. That we’re supposed to be… a couple. In love.” The words didn’t stumble out without control. Instead they flowed out with ease, carried by the feelings they shared.

  Merry’s exhale was drawn out and shaky. But he nodded firmly.

  “I mean,” Boone said quietly, tentatively. “I don’t know what I am, or we are, you know, as far as categories or labels go, or whatever. I don’t have those kinds of answers. Maybe I’m gay or bi. I don’t know. But I do know I wanna be with you, Mer.”

  Merry’s bright smile could have lit up a room. “Me too, B. I wanna be with you too.”

  For a while they simply held hands, sitting side by side on the bed, staring into each other’s eyes and smiling goofily.

  Then Merry scrunched his nose. “The black-tie does itch, though. I’m thinking bugs.”

  Boone laughed because he was happy.

  “STOP FIDDLING with the collar,” Boone hissed at Merry as they stood in line at the prom to get their photos taken.

  Merry growled angrily, his fingers stuck under the collar and yanking at the fabric. “What did they use here, starch or itching powder? I’m about five seconds away from ripping off this thing and everything else too.”

  “No nudity until we get home, bae,” Boone whispered wickedly in Merry’s ear, loving how Merry stilled and went red as a ruby.

  “I hate you,” Merry murmured back. But he was smiling.

  As they stepped under the pastel-colored canopy made out of papier-mâché, the stocky photographer’s eyebrows rose. But only for a second. Then he directed them to get closer, put their arms around one another, and smile. Three blinding flashes later, Boone and Merry were done, and they headed toward the dance floor.

  And all the time Boone held on to Merry’s waist, keeping him close. No one could have misinterpreted the gesture. Thankfully Merry didn’t seem to be in any hurry to put distance between them. Boone considered that a major win.