Page 19 of Housesitter

“It’s a doll,” Shepherd said dismissively as he rolled the condom down until the band stretched around the thick base of Kel’s cock. “She doesn’t sleep.”

The reaction this time was half-snort and half-shudder.

“You’re so weird,” he muttered and held his hand out.

Shepherd squeezed the excess lube into Kel’s palm, the slick, vaguely blueberry-scented liquid thick as it dripped out of the packet.

“Still hot enough to get away with it, I guess,” he said.

Kel snorted as he reached up between Shepherd’s legs. His fingers slid between Shepherd’s cheeks and probed at his hole. They were rough under the slick coating of lube and insistent. Shepherd bit back a groan—he wasn’t sure why he bothered; who was going to hear—as his ass clenched around the intrusion. Pleasure went through him like a slap, his cock twitching and his muscles clenched from thighs to stomach. He dug his knuckles into his thighs and bit his lower lip as he rocked his hips back to fuck himself against Kel’s hand.

“Baby,” Kel drawled. “Right now, you could be Dio in a rubber mask, and it’d not be weird enough to put me off.”

Shepherd snorted and slapped his hand on Kel’s stomach.

“Isn’t that your uncle?” he said. “You’re slipping.”

Kel pulled his fingers out of Shepherd. He grabbed his ass with both hands instead, slick and cold against hothouse warm flesh, and tugged him forward.

“I stand by it,” he said.

Shepherd considered that for a beat. “I can respect that,” he said.

He reached down to grab Kel’s cock. It was rigid in his grip, the pulse of blood quick and eager against his fingertips even through the skin of latex. He held it in place as he lowered himself onto it. His thigh muscles twitched as he felt the dull pressure of it against his hole. Sweat slicked his stomach as he lowered himself down, the thickness of Kel’s cock stretching him wide.

Pleasure cored through Shepherd, hot and sharp and immediate. It felt like…well, fucking. Mostly. He’d never been able to find any other way to describe it effectively. It made his bones feel heavy and cinched his chest tight. It dried his throat and wet his cock. What else would he compare it to? Eating a cupcake? Being electrocuted?

Sort of? A little? Kind of like that.

Mostly it felt like fucking. Which was what he wanted, so he wasn’t complaining.

Kel’s hands tightened on his hips as he pulled Shepherd down, slow and easy. It wasn’t necessary, but Shepherd appreciated the thought. He ran his hand up Kel’s stomach. His skin was slick with sweat, and the muscles under that tanned, glistening skin were clenched into tight knots. Shepherd’s fingers grazed over Kel’s nipple, the dark pink bud puckered and hard under his touch.

The caress made Kel twitch. His jaw tightened, and the muscles along the hinge bulged under the skin as he clenched his teeth. He sucked in a ragged breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring.

Shepherd could feel the edges of the cool breeze from the door. It licked at his ankles and the back of his neck. Nice, but no match for the swampy, torrid humidity that seeped up from the floor of the conservatory. Around them the plants rustled and stank of moist earth and green, vegetative approval.

It reminded Shepherd of home, of the damp, black earth in the cornfield and the things the corn had promised. The memory pinched between his shoulder blades like unfriendly knuckles, but he ignored it.

That was just trauma. In the absence of therapy, Shepherd found it was best to just not deal. It wasn’t like he could stop what he was doing every time it bubbled up. He’d never get anything done.

Kel’s fingers brushed Shepherd’s cheek.

“Where’d you go?” he asked as Shepherd glanced down at him.

“Nowhere.”

“And you call me a liar.”

“You—” Shepherd’s breath caught in his throat as Kel thrust up into him. His cock was buried balls deep in Shepherd, the pulse of it in his ass discernibly different from his own heartbeat. For a second, Shepherd had to bite the inside of his cheek as he rode that out. When he dragged his thoughts back together, he looked down at Kel and smirked. “...are.”

“So are you.”

Shepherd shrugged his answer to that. It wasn’t like Kel was wrong. Or right. Kel lied easily; Shepherd lied well.

“I’m right here,” he said. “You?”

Kel lifted his hips off the ground. It didn’t seem possible, but he slid just a little deeper in, the thickness of his cock spreading Shepherd wide. The sensation dragged a noise, half gulp and half groan, out of Shepherd as he dug his fingers into Kel’s chest, his clipped short nails grooving lines into the golden-toned skin.