Page 27 of The Golden Receiver

With him that up close and personal, I was noticing the little things about him. Things I hadn’t noticed before, mostly because I didn’t spend a lot of time looking at him. The first thing I noticed was the freckles. He had a lot of freckles, just barely darker than his skin. They were sprinkled across his nose and cheek, and they disappeared into the five o’clock shadow that grew on his square jaw. I noticed the way his hair fell into his eyes. With how we were laying, some of it hung down and brushed against my face. I had half a mind to reach up and tuck it behind his ear, mostly so it stopped tickling my face.

I didn’t even know if it would tuck behind his ears, but the urge was strong as fuck.

I forced myself to look away from his hair. That turned out to be a mistake because my eyes landed on his lips. The second they did, I noticed that his bottom lip was thinner than his top. I’d never paid much attention to anyone’s lips before, never noticed if they were symmetrical or not. But all of a sudden, I cared a lot about the fact that one of Evander’s lips was so much thinner than the other. I hadn’t noticed when we’d kissed the other night.

I needed to look away from his lips.

I forced my eyes back up, past the freckles, and right into his eyes. That made it worse. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt my heart stutter in my chest. If I thought the urge to tuck his hair behind his ear was bad, the urge to kiss him was worse. It was overwhelming, and after about half a second, I found myself too weak to fight it. I closed the distance between us.

The first brush of our lips was soft, barely anything. It was a whisper, a hint of a kiss.

It wasn’t enough.

When our lips met a second time, I took control of the kiss. I took advantage of his open mouth and slipped my tongue between his lips. His reaction was immediate. One of his hands rested on my side, and the other slid down my arm. Every touch left trails of fire in its wake. Probably not the best thing when we were in the woods, but I didn’t care. Not when all my senses were filled with him.

All the anger I’d been feeling moments before had faded away, changed to something else. Lust. Want. Greed, maybe. I didn’t really know what the hell to call it. I just knew that it was consuming me, and like the anger, it was all directed at Evander. And he was fanning those flames the same way he’d fanned the flames of my rage earlier.

His tongue mapped out my mouth, and my body was starting to react. I wasn’t alone in that either. I could feel Evander’s cock pressed against my thigh. He was getting hard from this, same as I was. I drove my hips up, letting him feel the effect he was having on me. He let out a quiet moan, the noise going straight from his mouth to mine.

Fuck.

I wanted him to make that noise again and a whole hell of a lot of other noises. It was that whole thing of wanting more. Of what I had in front of me not being enough. It was just more of the same that had gotten us into this position in the first place, but in this case, I had the ability to get more. I wasn’t stuck just accepting what I had.

My mind was made up.

If I wanted more of those noises, then I was going to pry them out of him. I moved my hands, wrapping them around his waist. One of my hands slipped under his bunched up and sweaty workout shirt. His skin was warm to the touch. I didn’t know if that was because of what we were doing or if he was just one of those guys that naturally ran hot. I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop what I was doing to ask. Not when the simplest touch made him press down on me.

His cock was rock hard now. Same as mine.

The pressure from him rolling his hips felt too good. I let out a noise that almost sounded like a whimper, and he rewarded me by doing the same thing again. Before long, we were both grinding on each other, and it still wasn’t enough. That mental call for more was still strong in my head.

I traced my hands around the waist of his pants, forcing them into the tight space between our bodies. I was glad he wasn’t wearing jeans because it meant I didn’t have to try to fumble with buttons. I didn’t have to think. I could just slip my hands beneath the elastic waistband of his sweats. I palmed at his bulge, and he let out another one of those noises. I swallowed it down, and damn, it tasted amazing.

I pulled away from the kiss, just enough to press my forehead against his. “This okay?” I panted.

He didn’t answer. He just attacked my mouth again with his. That was answer enough for me, and I wasn’t going to stop what we were doing to question it more. I felt his hand slip under the waistband of my shorts and boxers. His hand was just as warm as his back had been, and the moment it wrapped around my cock…

Holy shit.

I was too competitive to let him be the only one touching skin. I reached under his underwear. He was thick in my hand, thicker than I thought he’d be, but I was pretty sure I was longer. Not that this was a competition, but it still gave me a rush. The rush was short lived, drowned out by something almost feral as his hand began to work my shaft. I matched my strokes with his.

Our kissing turned sloppy and then fell away, giving way to just panting against one another’s mouths. I worked him over as best I could with limited space. I used the precum from his tip to slide my hand along his shaft. The short strokes were good, but it wasn’t enough. The short strokes he was making along my cock wasn’t enough either. I used my other hand to shove his pants and boxers down under his ass, no longer caring that we were on a public trail, not too far away from the campus itself.

Caring required a lot more thought than I was willing to give right now.

Evander seemed to pick up what I was doing. He pushed down the front of my shorts and freed me from the fabric. His cock was hot against mine. I reached down to wrap my hand around both of us, to take advantage of the space between us. Evander’s hand wrapped around mine, holding it tightly. He fucked down into our joined hands, his length sliding against mine.

The way our cocks slid against one another’s was mind blowing. My eyes fluttered shut as he did it again. Our bodies moved together instinctually, and soon, I was right on the edge. We weren’t exactly quiet, both of us moaning and breathing heavily against one another’s open mouths.

“Close,” I panted out.

“Me too.”

I wanted to send him over the edge. I wanted to feel his cum spill over my cock and hand. Mostly, I wanted him to finish first, but that wasn’t the way it worked out. He tightened his hand around mine and fucked into our fists harder. The slide and the friction was too much, and I began shooting. I moaned loudly as my orgasm overtook me, and then he followed. His hot release coated my hand and shaft.

We began kissing again as we came down from our orgasms.

Unfortunately, it meant I was coming back to my own head. I was sticky with sweat and cum. I was lying in the dirt. A guy I barely tolerated was laying on top of me, and his cock was going soft against mine. His jizz was on my hand, coating my shaft. How the hell had I gotten into this situation?