He almost never admitted out loud to being turned on, so whenever he did, my adrenaline spiked.
I put my arms around him and pulled him close, and, yeah, he was really turned on.
We just held each other like that.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah?”
“I want to fuck you right now.”I just got this idea in my head that I wanted to pin him to the wall.
“Okay.”
He was going to let me.But in order to do it, I’d have to let him go and...
“I don’t want to let you go.”
“Neither do I.”
“This feels good.You feel amazing.”
It was like we were sharing secrets, whispering to each other, and with my eyes shut, I could see him, deep orange and red in my mind, and I was getting more and more turned on.“I don’t know what’s happening to me, but it feels so good it’s almost bad.I want you so much.”
“I’m right here,” he said.
“I want to be closer to you.I wanna be inside you.”
“I know.”
I started shaking uncontrollably.The feeling came over me in a rush, and I made this soft, needy sound—like, I couldn’t stop.
“Ohhh god, Eddie.”
“Tapper?”
“Just hold me.”
I was begging him, saying things that weren’t words, and then I squeezed him right up against me with my palms pressed flat on his back.
“Oh fuck, Eddie, I’m so turned on right now.I’m so...I want you.”
“Tapper...I’m getting close,” he said.
That fucked me up right there, and I shot.
“Jesus, Craig.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he said.
“I’m gonna—”
Everything grayed out, and I dropped.He must have caught me or landing would have hurt a lot more.
The next thing I knew, he was screaming my name in my ear, and I blinked, and I was lying on my side on my tap board.
“Talk to me,” he said, and he sounded freaked out.
