“Holy fuck, muscle daddy,” Dylan said with a chuckle. “I know I said I was going to ride your face, but damn. Did you seriously just lift me?”
Kaiden basked in the moment, letting gravity push Dylan’s cock deeper into his throat before he started to rhythmically pump in and out again.
Dylan took swift thrusts, humping Kaiden’s face and only occasionally pulling his cock out to give Kaiden a breather while teasing him with the head of the dick, rubbing it along Kaiden’s mouth and cheeks.
Minutes passed. Dylan grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his balls continued slapping Kaiden’s chin. He kept a firm grip on Dylan’s hips, giving just enough resistance to encourage more assertive pumps.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Dylan kept pumping into Kaiden’s mouth, pushing so far, Kaiden’s throat muscles ached.
Then Dylan pulled out all the way, fish hooking his thumb into Kaiden’s mouth, and pulling his jaw open wide. He tugged on his dick a few times, unleashing a jet of cum onto Kaiden’s face. Dylan pushed the head of his dick back into Kaiden’s mouth, aiming the second and third bursts of his load more accurately onto Kaiden’s tongue.
After he’d shot his load into Kaiden, Dylan pushed his semi-erect dick further into Kaiden’s mouth. Kaiden sucked on Dylan’s cock until it completely softened and continued sucking until Dylan eventually pulled out entirely.
He hopped off the couch, literally jumping onto the floor, and trotted off to the bathroom without a word. Then he quickly returned with a towel and wiped Kaiden’s face clean.
“Thank you.”
“Of course.” Dylan plopped back onto the couch beside Kaiden.
He let his slacks slip off but kept his boxers on.
They sat on the couch, continuing the movie they’d lost track of. Dylan rocked his leg side to side and bopped his knee against Kaiden’s a few times. The rhythmic touch was soothing. Kaiden sank into the couch, lost in this blissful little holiday he’d never cared much for before now. He supposed, perhaps in the future, he could attempt a more festive approach. Kaiden had never had much reason to celebrate before now. But he hoped to have many more lazy Christmas afternoons with his boyfriends.
Eventually, Dylan turned to Kaiden, ignoring the movie altogether. “How soon before I’m allowed to drag you back to the bedroom so I can unwrap the rest of my present?”
“Oh, I’m a gift now?” Kaiden batted his lashes playfully.
“You’re a goddamn prize.” Dylan gave Kaiden a peck on the cheek.
Kaiden giggled, and the pair got up, heading to the bedroom.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Witha new year came a new semester, and Rus remained hopeful his unwanted nemesis wouldn’t end up in any of his courses. Unfortunately, that also meant he wouldn’t have any classes with Daysha since her focus had shifted to courses for her business and econ major, whereas Rus had to stack his history and poli sci requirements side by side in order to obtain his double major.
Rus missed Dylan and Kaiden something fierce after nearly two weeks away from them, but he barely had time for himself as he adjusted to classes, so he told them they’d meet up soon when he could actually dedicate time to them both. And oh boy, did he want to set aside some time for them. During the holiday, he gave himself a New Year’s resolution to be a bit more adventurous. His mind wandered with everything he’d thought about over the break, everything he’d missed about them, everything he wanted to explore.
But Rus quelled those curiosities as he walked across campus. He’d planned to meet Daysha for lunch betweenclasses, making his way to the café near the student center.
Hope was dashed when he spotted Emma beeline directly toward him. Even her sorority sisters seemed agitated by her hostile demeanor. Rus rarely garnered sympathy from them since he usually berated their choices when arguing with Emma. Personally, the sorority itself never bothered Rus, aside from how dated Greek life on campus had become, but he found their presence excruciating when he knew it’d undoubtedly lead to a confrontation with the worst pick-me girl in the universe.
Rus clenched his fist, biting back his anger. A wave of heat washed over him, building frustration for the impending argument. He hadn’t even thought about Emma since their last day of class together. Part of him was amused by how easily he must’ve gotten under her skin that she’d immediately seek him out at the start of the new semester, but his stomach sank and twisted into knots at the realization that he also relished arguments.
Of course, he’d never get through to Emma, convince her to open her tightly shut eyes. She embodied everything he despised about the country, the state of the world, and, in turn, made the perfect verbal punching bag.
As his nails dug into his palms, Rus cooled his temper. There was no point getting riled up before she’d even spouted whatever obnoxious one-liner she had planned.
“I can’t believe you showed your face here, you filthy fucking whore!” Emma shouted, brushing through a small crowd and stomping right by Rus.
“The fuck?” he muttered.
The tension he’d built fizzled away as he watched Emma approach her bestie, Landon, the worst kind of self-centered, self-hating homo.
An argument broke out between the pair, with Emma threatening him in a thousand different ways, and Landon alluding to every dirty secret he held on her.
“You think I’m afraid?” Emma raged. “Scorch the earth, motherfucker. I’ll gladly toss you into the flames too.”
Rus half-smiled, bemused by his own arrogance in assuming Emma wanted to spar with him. It also made him late for his plans, perplexed by what could’ve happened between these evil besties to drive a wedge between them.
