by Z. Allora
Finally!
Kyle slid his lips gently across Rory’s mouth again and again. Then he nipped at Rory’s lower lip until he parted his lips and let Kyle push his tongue inside, insisting Rory kiss back.
Yes!
At last, he kissed the man who twirled his world off its axis. The kiss was everything he’d fantasized it would be—and so much more. Rory’s entire body surged with arousal.
More. His arms wreathed around Kyle’s neck, and he deepened the kiss. Their connection twined tighter, locking them together. Giggling from other Yaoi fans was the only thing that forced Rory back to the reality of their location. God, he needed so much more!
Kyle grinned at him. “Are you glad to see me?”
A million emotions ranging from terror to “Fuck me!” raced through him, but the rainbows of happiness shooting through his brain were the deciding factor. “Yeah... I am.”
“Rory....” Kyle’s voice tripped wires in Rory’s head, making instant lust bubble to the surface. Bringing him upright, Kyle stared into Rory’s eyes.
Rory pondered the depths of Kyle’s dark gaze, and he wanted to explore and understand everything about this man. “I can’t believe....”
“We’re here?” Kyle’s deep voice made him shiver.
Damn. Even in jeans and a T-shirt Kyle was hot. “This is the first time I’ve seen you out of cosplay.”
A sexy grin curled Kyle’s lips. “No, it isn’t.”
Every filthy, sexy, incredible moment they’d spent doing pornographic things slammed all the blood Rory had into his cock. He tried to say something other than “um,” but nothing made it out of his mouth.
Kyle pulled him into his arms once more. “I didn’t take the time to change into costume. I wanted to find you.”
The butterflies in Rory’s stomach took a victory lap.
They had spent a lot of time together on Skype, texting and whatever, but seeing each other in person was great and terrifying all at once.
Kyle’s cheeks tinted pink, and he rested his forehead against Rory’s. “I don’t want to waste a moment with you this time. Let me take you upstairs, and we can....”
“Um....” He nodded. It was insane. But the clock was ticking, and Rory wasn’t going to play hard to get.
Kyle grabbed Rory’s duffle bag and held his hand as they rode upstairs in the elevator. Unlike other guys Rory had known, Kyle didn’t drop his hand when the door opened to let on more people. He squeezed tighter and smiled brighter.
When the elevator door opened on the seventh floor, Kyle said, “This is us.”
Rory allowed Kyle to guide him down the hallway and into the room. He was so overwhelmed by the generous gift of the weekend, he’d never asked, “Who else are we rooming with?”
“No one. It’s just us.” Kyle turned the deadbolt, locking them in and the rest of the world out.
Rory should let Kyle know he’d never.... But how? He’d tried to tell him during a conversation on Skype, but the words wouldn’t come out, and then the subject had changed.
Pointing to the king-sized bed that dominated the room, Rory shook his head. “I... um... haven’t....”
“Never?” Kyle wasn’t stupid; he got it. Or maybe Rory had a sign flashing “Virgin” over his head.
A quick check in the mirror confirmed no neon above his head as he slipped the camera off and set it on the dresser. He shrugged. “Well, some, a couple times with girls, but not... with a guy.”
“Mmmm, I like that in a very Seme-kind-of-way.” Kyle set Rory’s bag down and brought Rory’s fingertips to his mouth. He licked each finger, then sucked the index finger into his mouth, all the way in.
A strangled sound escaped Rory. The attention went right to his cock. “Um....”
Would this be an inappropriate time to beg for a blowjob?
Kyle skimmed his hands down Rory’s body. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want, but God... I want to be inside you.”
What could he say? “Okay?” Shit! He didn’t mean for it to sound like a question but—
Rory opened his mouth for hot spearmint kisses. Kyle’s lips were soft, but his tongue demanded submission. Kyle began to erase some of Rory’s worries, and replaced them with a long to-do list.
He tugged off Rory’s T-shirt and unbuttoned the jeans that were now way too tight. The zipper slid down, giving Kyle room to slip his warm hands under the jeans and Rory’s briefs.
Rory stood there like an innocent uke. Maybe he should say something witty or touch Kyle back, but all that happened when he opened his mouth was a whimper.
Kyle ran his hands against Rory’s bare skin and then squeezed. “I love your ass.”
Rory swallowed as Kyle kneaded his asscheeks, and then pulled him tighter against him. Hard-on rubbed against hard-on.
Oh fuck! The sensation of need-to-come-now barreled into his dick. Why hadn’t he jerked off this morning? Note to self: never ignore your hard-on before a convention.
Kyle teased a finger along Rory’s crease, hinting at future activities.
Glad for his thorough shower that morning, Rory allowed himself to be guided backward until his legs pressed into the bed. This was happening.
Kyle tugged everything below Rory’s waist off. Nothing else mattered but the man in front of him.
Hot breath rushed over Rory’s erection, forcing him to sit on the puffy bedding. Screaming “Suck me off!” would be considered rude, right?
His long-awaited fantasy began to unfold... Kyle on his knees in front of him. Did it get any better than this? Rory’s brain started to short-circuit.
Kyle flicked the tip of his tongue over the head of Rory’s cock in slow, wet licks. Yes, yes it did get better! Tongue-on-cock contact was definitely superior. “Fuck, that’s amazing!”
Grinning, Kyle teased long trails of wet heat from the base of Rory’s cock to the top, driving him insane. Each time, he lapped at the drip that appeared from the slit. Drip, lick, drip, lick... again and again.
After an eternity of sexy torture, Rory couldn’t take the building pleasure. His patience gone, he begged, “Please....”
The sexy smirk almost pushed Rory over the edge, but he held it together.
The glint in Kyle’s eyes reminded Rory of a Seme intent on making his uke lose his mind.
Kyle traced his tongue from Rory’s balls to every place along his cock.
Holy fuck! Rory wiggled his lower half, looking for more. Was Kyle taking Seme class? Or teaching it?
Kyle kissed the head of Rory’s cock, and then he grinned at him. “You want me to suck you?”
Would anyone actually say no? Voice gone, Rory nodded.
Kyle engulfed the head of Rory’s dick into his mouth. The unexpected suction, coupled with licks from Kyle’s talented tongue, made Rory grab the bedding. Kyle pushed his mouth down and sucked in half of Rory’s length in one go.
Rory’s eyes would have rolled back into his head, but he couldn’t take his gaze off Kyle. His cheeks hollowed, and his eyes remained locked onto Rory’s. The special closeness, the connection he’d experienced on Skype, intensified and wound tighter around them. All he wanted was more.
Kyle pressed down on Rory’s thighs to prevent his involuntary hip thrusting. It served to remind Rory who was in control....
Incredibly hot!
Groaning in surrender, Rory tried to be still and let Kyle go at his pace.
Kyle rewarded him with some head bobbing that fucked Rory’s cock into his mouth faster.
“God!” Rory craved rushing forward to a climatic conclusion. Their eye contact made him believe he had the strength to endure this plateau forever just so he could remain this close to Kyle.
Earthquakes. Sinkholes. Tornadoes. Rory’s dick wasn’t up to the challenge of forever, because holding it together for the next thirty seconds seemed impossible. Only thinking of natural disasters stopped Rory from orgasming immediately.
Blowjobs were totally underrated. Why did anyone ever
do anything else?
He twined his fingers in Kyle’s hair. Rory wanted to compliment Kyle on his incredible skill, but all he managed was tightening his fist, twisting his body, and whining pathetically.
Crinkle. Crinkle. “Fuck!” Kyle pulled off Rory’s cock and ducked low out of the line of his vision. The scrunch of plastic coming off a tube, then snick.
Soon enough Kyle popped back up, smiling triumphantly at Rory.
The clenching of his heart compensated for the loss of Kyle’s mouth and made Rory’s toes flex with pleasure. But what had he—
The expression Kyle wore morphed, making him look like a stern Seme. He shoved Rory back flat onto the bed.
“Hell yeah!” Rory groaned. All his dreams of being taken by a dominant man were nothing against the delicious reality of Kyle claiming what Rory offered.
The questions he wanted to ask fled when Kyle’s heated mouth returned to his cock. A lubed finger teased his entrance. All thought vanished.
Rory gasped. He’d never played with his ass, so the feeling was kind of weird... odd, though not unpleasant... like a stroking pressure.
Fuck no! It was incredible—like heaven.
“There. Right there.” Rory tried to communicate that complex thought but could only dig his heels into the mattress and shift around.
The sucking slowed, and Kyle added another finger. He rubbed his digits in and out of Rory.
The enticing tempo created a longing deep inside. “More,” Rory croaked as he tried to reach for the pleasure.
Nodding, Kyle squirted more lube onto his fingers and pushed in a third.
Wait! That didn’t feel as... oh, yes it did!
Rory whimpered, and made a grab for his cock. His orgasm hovered on the fringes just out of his reach.
“Wait.” Kyle stilled his hand.
Rory frowned, and almost asked for what, but didn’t.
Kyle stood and wiggled out of his jeans. If Kyle looked good with his clothing on... without them... well, that was a view that forced Rory to follow instructions. Rolling a condom on his dick, Kyle smiled with confidence. He coated the length with lube. “You’re going to love this.”
Before Rory could fully form his thoughts of uncertainty, Kyle pulled Rory’s knees up, making room for him to kneel between Rory’s legs. He circled his cock over Rory’s opening.
All the months of talking, texting, and jerkoff sessions led Rory to this moment. Indecision fled; he wanted this, and he wanted this with Kyle. “Please.”
God! Hungry to be filled, Rory adjusted his position, and wrapped his legs around Kyle’s ass, trying to yank him forward. He craved Kyle inside him to somehow finalize—as stupid as that sounded—their connection, and he had to have him now.
“Shhh, I got you. Trying not to rush it.” Kyle’s soft voice attempted to soothe. He pushed the head in.
“Fuck!” That was not a good thing.
Rory’s whole body tried to stop the intrusion. The stretching burned. No wonder so many ukes in manga cried out in pain during sex and had a look of misery on their faces. This hurt!
“Relax. Just relax,” Kyle cooed.
Easy for him to say. He doesn’t have a tree trunk shoved up his ass! Rory shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, like back on the West Coast. Maybe they should go back to cock sucking. He’d never—
Kyle slid out.
Relief. Was that it? It was over? Well, that was... disappointing. It couldn’t be finished. Kyle hadn’t come, and neither had Rory.
Kyle added more lube to his cock, then pushed back inside.
Damn, not done.
He stroked Rory’s limp cock with his wet hand.
Oh yeah. Definitely not done!
The slippery friction on his dick started to wake feelings of delicious incredibleness. Rory got hard despite the uncomfortable fullness in his ass.
Kyle slid in a little deeper.
Rory gripped Kyle’s shoulders. The realization hit him. The man who’d filled him with dreams of yaoified love and happily-ever-after fantasies was inside him.
Kyle stared down at him and gave him a crooked smile.
Rory’s heart clenched and expanded with affection. He pressed his lips together so he didn’t blurt out his feelings. No, he did the safe thing and simply returned the smile.
“A bit more.” Kyle thrust all the way in. He held his body so still, his arms shook and he panted, “You... good?”
“Yeah” came out all broken.
Kyle had become Rory’s first.... God, why did his heart want Kyle to be his last? But they lived on different coasts! How were—
“I’m going to move.” Kyle’s voice broke during the moaned warning.
What? Should Rory move too? Maybe he could—
Kyle tightened his fist and started stroking Rory’s cock faster, in time with his thrusts.
Reaching around, Rory rested his hand on Kyle’s firm ass. Disbelief shoved out of his head when he caressed Kyle’s smooth, round, and wonderfully squeezable asscheeks. This was happening.
Kyle shifted. He wiggled and pushed back into Rory.
Damn! Feelings of affection that had never accompanied sex before were slamming through him. This was more than he’d expected. How could he—
“How’s that?” Kyle studied him.
“That’s.... Oh!” Fire licked through Rory. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was kind of good. He started to crave more....
Kyle changed his angle and rocked into Rory.
Yeah, he began to really appreciate the fullness and pressure. He pushed back against Kyle’s thrusts.
Leaning down, Kyle pressed his lips to Rory’s. His thrusting slowed and found an enticing rhythm.
Rory’s hands rode with Kyle’s ass. He started pulling him deeper, testing different angles.
There! Yeah, that was interesting.
Why did Kyle’s fist loosen around him? The cock-stroking attention stopped midstroke!
After another minute, Kyle exhaled hard and gasped. “I can’t—coming.”
Kyle pushed in deep and squeezed his eyes shut. His body rippled over Rory’s. Kyle’s handsome face twisted in torment, and he grunted, finding fulfillment.
He’d left Rory just short of heaven.
No! Dear gods, don’t stop!
Rory’s whine of disappointment must have reached Kyle in the land of orgasm, because he readjusted his fist and tugged Rory in quick strokes.
Rory’s prayers to the gods of Yaoi worked!
Dick hard. Ass full. Close. Close. Yes. Oh God!
Rory came. He tensed his ass muscles around Kyle, making his orgasm radiate outward with more intensity. “Fuck!”
His pleasure was almost painful. Every shot made him clench around Kyle. He shivered and pushed Kyle’s hand away when he was finished.
Kyle stopped pumping and squeezed him, finishing off with perfection.
“Ah,” Rory sighed. That was.... It had to be the strongest orgasm he’d ever had.
Kyle groaned as he pulled out and collapsed next to Rory.
Ahhh and ow mixed together, but emotions overpowered them both.
Rory stared at the ceiling. What should he say? That had been everything he’d ever thought sex should be. To have this experience with Kyle....
Reaching over, Kyle pulled the comforter around Rory. Then he snuggled Rory closer and whispered, “We’ll take a shower in a couple of minutes, but right now I just want to hold you.”
Ignoring the clock counting down to the moment they’d have to part, Rory burrowed against Kyle and decided to enjoy the moment.
Chapter 6
The dance of the vibrating phone woke Rory from the most peaceful sleep he’d ever gotten. Where—oh. Mmmmm.
Rory snuggled into Kyle’s body. He rubbed his face in Kyle’s chest hair and enjoyed the scent of him... and of them.
“You want to see who that is?” Kyle gestured toward the nightstand.
“Nope.” Rory pressed closer to Kyle’s w
armth and nuzzled his neck.
Kyle chuckled and nabbed Rory’s phone. “Here, you should. You’ve been texts for the last ten minutes.”
The hotel room was dark, but Rory wasn’t sure if that was the blackout curtains or if it was nighttime. “What time is it?”
Kyle rolled toward the clock and told him what Rory’s cell also read. “It’s 7:30.”
“Wow. I guess we fell asleep after the last time.” Kyle wouldn’t fuck him again because he said he didn’t want Rory to be too sore. Even though Rory denied it and pouted enough to make any uke proud, just a little shifting of his muscles told him the blowjobs had been the right decision.
“Yeah.” Kyle kissed his forehead and left the bed. He handed Rory one of the bottles of water near the empty ice bucket.
Rory gulped down the warm wet liquid. He glanced at his messages. “It’s Amber.”
“How’s Amber?” Kyle and Amber had gotten to know each other through social media, emails, and brief Skype contact.
“As Ambery as ever.” Glad it was too dark for Kyle to see his probably very red face. He thrust the cell at him.
Kyle read all of her demanding and embarrassing texts out loud. “R did you get laid? You got laid. Was it good? I told you anal was happy face emoji. Why aren’t you texting back? Was it... she used a poo emoji. Tell me. Don’t make me call you.”
Rory groaned and took back his cell. He typed Don’t you have better things to do than to harass me? Like attending a Saturday night orgy?
The cell vibrated in his hand. Rory read, Nope. Orgy doesn’t start ’til 9. Do tell. She added a happy face emoji and the pile of poo emoji with a question mark.
Kyle pulled him back against him and whispered, “So was it happy face emoji or...?”
Dropping his head back onto Kyle’s shoulder, he nipped Kyle’s jaw. “I think you know.” He sent a triad of happy faces to Amber and showed Kyle.
Rory pressed a kiss on Kyle’s mouth. His ass didn’t hurt that bad, but Rory’s stomach betrayed him with a growl.
Kyle pulled back. “Come on, get dressed. We’ll get dinner first, and then we’ll just stop into the dance to hear how bad the music is.”
