"Anything?"
My eyes flicked towards him, subtly observing him while my head remained forward. I couldn't tell him the truth. He probably wouldn't appreciate knowing that he could spit in my mouth and I'd thank him.
I settled for a muted, "Yes."
"Sleep with me."
I blinked. Then reached up to snap next to my ear. It was crisp and clear.
So I wasn't having hearing issues.
"Like, sleep over at your apartment?" I turned to him slowly. The smile on my lips was painfully tight and insincere.
"Like have sex with me."
Oh, I was losing my mind. That made sense. School's been stressful lately. I hadn't been getting proper sleep. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten a proper meal.
"Lee, I'm being serious here."
This went past delusion. I was dead. This was my reward for suppressing my homosexual urges so hard they turned to poison in my veins and killed me in my sleep.
"We are close, aren't we?"
I smiled and nodded blankly.
"So is that a yes?"
Huh?
Suddenly, I was in his dorm.
On his bed.
He loomed over me. His arms bracketed my head. I looked to the side. The veins on his hands pulsed as he shifted his weight forward.
His head dipped down and gently nibbled my collarbone.
When did he take my shirt off?
When did we get here?
How did this happen?
"I've always wanted to try-" He breathed out a strangled sigh against my neck. It tickled and made me squirm, "...to try it…uh, with a guy."
My body went still. Understanding washed over me; cold water chilling me to the bone.
I was an experiment. A tester. A placeholder.
That made more sense. I'd never been lucky. Something like this wouldn't happen to me without a massive caveat.
Still…
How could I say no?
This was more than I could've asked for. I'd get to embrace him-- be embraced by him. Even if he imagined Xavier in my place. It'd be me in his arms. No matter how short-lived, we could both indulge in our fantasies.
"Lee. Focus," He nipped at my neck.
I gasped and startled into motion. My legs wrapped around his waist and my hands tangled in his hair.
He licked a long stripe up my neck before moving to claim my lips with his own.
It was different than it'd been in the study room. Not just because his tongue was in my mouth, tracing along the roof of my mouth deliciously. Better still was the simple fact that he knew he was kissing me.
He said my name.
He saw me.
When he pulled back a string of saliva stretched between us. My eyes felt heavy. They fluttered shut as he pressed me into the bed. The sensation of his hard length pressing against mine-- even through layers of clothing --was thrilling.
"Please," I couldn't stop myself from gasping.
His eyes, previously trailing along my bare chest, snapped up to meet mine. His gaze was hungry. Almost desperate.
I'd never have guessed Kay was so sexually frustrated. I couldn't stop myself from laughing, thinking of the womanizer rumors.
"What?" Kay's voice was hoarse and breathy.
My laughter doubled. No one this horny was getting it on the regular. I shook my head, "No- It's nothing. Just- people say you like to sleep around."
"I don't." Kay's voice was firm and defensive.
I smiled and shook my head, "I didn't believe them."
Kay scowled. He dropped his head to rest on my sternum. He murmured something I couldn't make out.
"Sorry?"
He looked up at me with soft, wounded eyes, "Am I that bad?"
"Shouldn't I be asking that?"
What would a repressed virgin know about technique?
Kay was pouting. Honest to goodness pouting.
My hands fell from his hair. I pressed them both over my mouth in a failed attempt to suppress another fit of laughter.
All of a sudden, and with more force than I thought appropriate, my legs were tossed over his shoulder. He took my pants and underwear off in one swift motion. I yelped and rushed to cover myself.
With one hand, and with more competence than I thought fair, he gripped my hands and moved them aside. He clicked his tongue and stared at me playfully.
"Open your legs."
I couldn't stop myself from following the command. I moved one of my ankles to his other shoulder. Being totally exposed made me shiver with equal parts shame and arousal.
My dick had been hard since the moment we'd crossed the threshold of Kay's apartment. Precum beaded along the tip and pooled on my abdomen.
Kay pressed his nose and mouth against the right side of my pelvis. He nuzzled it with far too much innocence given how close his face was to my package.
"I- you don't-" I tried to take a steadying breath but only managed to inhale a sharp, short breath, triggering an anxious hiccup, "You don't have to."
Kay looked up at me through his thick lashes. His eyes froze me in place.
"I want to."
I didn't know what to say to that. Not that I could say anything. In the next second his lips sealed over the head of my dick and I could only throw my head back and bite off a needy groan.
His tongue traced the vein on the underside of my cock. It was hot and slick and better than anything I could've imagined. He hollowed his cheeks as he sunk down to take my entire length down his throat.
I was choking on my own spit and my hips were trembling, fighting the desire to press further into his mouth.
Sensing my desire, he gripped my hips and pulled me closer. My legs flailed wildly in a futile attempt to escape his bruising hold.
He pulled away with a lewd pop. The way he panted; all excitement and desperation. It made me think sucking my dick was affecting him more than me. I knew better than to hold on to such delusions.
"Fuck," He licked along the length of my dick, "You taste so good."
Maybe I wasn't above delusion.
"Please," He swirled his tongue around the head of my dick, "Tell me it feels good."
"It's good," I whined, "So good."
He grinned against my pelvis. His eyes burned with excitement as he took my cock down to the base yet again.
I couldn't hold back. I gripped his hair and tried to pry him off futilely as I painted the back of his throat with my cum.
I stuttered apologies as I came down from the high.
Kay gently lowered my hips to the bed. He grinned at me as he swallowed exaggeratedly. Shame and guilt burned my chest. I began to shake my head but was cut off by the sound of the front door opening.
Both Kay and I locked eyes with twin panicked expressions. Kay grabbed the edge of his comforter and threw it over me. He tucked it around me and sprung up to slam the door to his room. Which had been left open in our mad dash for the bed.
I sat up and looked around for my glasses. A paradoxical dilemma since the glasses let me see well enough to find things.
Kay, seeing my pathetic search, retrieved them from the dresser. He unfolded them and set them carefully on my nose. The gesture was so soft, so intimate. My heart beat harder than it had while my dick was in his mouth.
"I'll deal with him," Kay gestured over his shoulder towards the door, "Go ahead and get dressed."
He approached the door then paused and turned back to me, "Take your time."
He made it two steps closer to the door before turning yet again, "That was…I mean, let's do that again."
My mouth fell open but he was already gone.