Unexpected Item

And now that we were alone it wasn't only his hands. His tongue cycled between mining my mouth and caressing me with words, calling me 'beeb' and comparing me to various sweetmeats. After a few minutes he rolled on top of me, still delving and delving with his tongue, and god new-yet-oldness of this feeling, the bony weight of him at my hips, the plush head of his dick poking blindly at my taint...

He pulled away for an instant, taking hold of my fingers, rubbing his cheek against the back of my hand, cat-like. "Let me in, hon'?"

It was very much a question, not a demand. Again I felt that sense of fate. Always gonna happen...it was just a matter of when. When? Now. Today. I dragged his head back down and nodded my answer into the warm darkness of the crook of his neck.

What with the condoms and the lube and the combined inexperience, 'letting him in' wasn't all that simple. It definitely wasn't romantic. It wasn't even comfortable - at first - but in some way I couldn't quite name, I was wildly hungry for it. Ravenous, even. I wanted...I wanted...this. Exactly this. I wrapped my legs around him as he sank the final inch and kinda collapsed onto my chest, loving the sense that I was encompassing him inside and out.

"Oh god," he whispered shakily, "it feels so good, it feels so go-oo-od..."

It really did. So deeply, deeply satisfactory, so...replete. I felt like I could lie content, bearing Halley's weight and garaging his dick, for the rest of my life...

I didn't get to find out. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, then his wrists, and looked me over in a sweep from groin to face, dragging heat as he went, and his expression - mouth open, blinking deliberately, each beat almost a grimace - awed, dumbstruck, over-stimulated...

Look what you did...the sheer mad intensity of the sensation, the situation, overtook me, and I groaned, loud and involuntary. Halley withdrew tentatively, exhaled in a gust, pushed forward...

"I'll go slow," he promised. Three strokes later he glanced up again, still with that wincing expression, and in a strangled whisper confessed; "Imma have to go slow - or I'll totally just...bust..."

I didn't care. I didn't care whether he went slow, or fast. I didn't care if he took out on me every last ounce of sexual frustration he'd ever felt in his life. I honestly wouldn't have cared if the bed was on fire - I was in some kind of heat where not one thing mattered but this and its completion, groaning, tossing my head side to side, wallowing my hips to find more of him, behaving in a way that wasn't like me at all...

Except that it was. I might not have been in any state to think, but I could hear my gut just fine, and I understood that this, all of this, wasn't nearly as foreign as by rights it should've been, that there was an aspect to myself - a me inside of me - that I'd been choosing not to see for a very long time. I knew, too, that that option was lost to me now. And I didn't care.

"Jesus - babe - fuck!" Halley hissed, planting himself deep, jaw clenched rigid, ligaments standing out on his neck. He lowered himself back down onto me. "Ugh - need a moment..."

Now the main movement of his thrusting was paused, I noticed something new. His dick was twitching - rapid, but irregular - and I could feel each tiny flinch against the walls of my ass. You. Inside me. It was head-spinningly good...

You can have all of the moments, I vowed silently. And then some more. God, is this what sex is like?

Without raising himself, Halley started up moving again, tentative, experimental, his breathing ragged and uneven, a grunt or two interspersed as he stirred his hips, not thrusting so much as...flexing. An increase in pressure here, a corresponding decrease there, a thousand thousand nerves brought to life with each slow sweep, and all the while he was still glued to me and those two tiny metal balls at his belly button, those two smooth hard nubs, they were skating around on the slippery skin of my glans, over and over...

It was an abrupt transition between states - one moment in near-agonised arousal, helpless and clutching after some...something...that I needed but didn't understand, the next-

Well, cumming is cumming, isn't it? Only it was super-intense and it was everywhere and I was penetrated and open and filled and Halley was chanting oh fuck, oh fuck - then a whole octave higher - ohfuckfuckfuck, then he was cumming too, and it was just, like, wow...I don't see how it gets better than this...

Unfortunately the downside of having a moment that can't be bettered is that it's inevitably followed by a bunch of moments that are worse. Halley was pulling back, I was shrinking, going soft, I had cum and pre-cum all over myself and I felt vulnerable and vaguely...ashamed. What was I thinking? And even if I had been gonna...the first day, the first time he asked? There's a word for that...

"Time for another ten washcloths, looks like," Halley murmured, getting to his feet. He booped me on the nose. "You're lucky I did laundry recently..."

As he exited the bedroom I curled up in the fetal position, trying - and failing - to process. It was like I, myself, had expanded through that experience, put out new shoots, and now it was over, all those beautiful tendrils were shrivelling, receding back into themselves, running for cover. I didn't want it to be like that, but...nothing in my life to date, none of my study, not my wildest of wet dreams had provided me with a script for this situation, for what to do now, with these feelings...

Halley reappeared, naked, condom-less and utterly unselfconscious, his dick flopping about like a wet noodle.

"God you are amazing," he breathed. "You really are, y'know. You come across like...all kinda sweet and shy and adorably dorky - but peel away a layer or two and you're up for anything and hot as fire..."

He sat down on the mattress hard enough that I bounced slightly, and went to turn me so he could wipe, and he saw...where I was at. I watched as all the...everything...drained out of his face.

"You...did want that, yeah?" he whispered, eyes wide. "Please tell me I read it right? Because that is not the price of your accommodation, it's not - I mean god, there was absolutely no obligation, no need-"

Now he was freaking out. It made me feel a tiny bit better. Hey, we were both new at this...

I took a shaky breath. "I wanted it."

Saying it, the weirdness ebbed some more. It was true. I wanted it. And not only in the past tense. The lid wasn't going back on that box...

"Well, thank god," Halley hissed, crossing his hands on his chest in the universal gesture of extreme relief. "Because you look - it was just a bit intense, huh?"

I nodded. "Ah...yeah."

His eyes danced. "Good-intense or bad-intense?"

Bitch. Gonna make me say it. But I didn't feel embarrassed any more. "It was good."

He stepped out of the room, switched off the one remaining light, found the bedcovers and pulled them up around us, and in the total dark he stretched out alongside me, licked up the side of my neck and whispered;

"It was good for me, too..."

- - - - -

He was awake before me in the morning, awake and dressed already and sitting cross-legged at the far corner of the bed watching me - I guess that's how it is when all your shifts are early ones. He winked at me as I blearily opened my eyes.

"Morning, sugar..."

I struggled to a sitting position. "Seriously, though? You were watching me sleep?"

He started crawling toward me. "Yeah? You're the most interesting thing in here...and the cutest."

I shrank back a tiny bit as he approached. The idea of having been under observation while I slept was...kinda unnerving - plus there was the whole dynamic of him being clothed and me being very much only flimsily covered by a sheet. But all he did was stroke my neck with a finger, along that path he liked to lick, and murmur;

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna molest you right now - I'm gonna make you coffee and waffles while you shower."

...which was definitely the nicest way anybody had ever told me to haul my ass out of bed so we could get on with things, so how could I protest?

The final half-day of the roadshow was less special-effects splashy, more behind-the-scenes technical - how we create storyboards, how we pull the entire production together, how cutting choices are made...In some ways, it was familiar territory to me - creative process informed and tempered by commercial reality, business decision-making. It was all new to Halley, and if you'd asked me to guess, I would've said he'd be kinda bored by it.

I'd have been wrong. He was so fascinated he actually sat still. Leaning forward, his whole attention on each speaker in turn, breathlessly intent - his hand gripped mine throughout, but it never wandered, his thoughts were mostly elsewhere. Which meant he didn't notice that I was mostly focussed on him. I felt like I struck gold. I mean, he sparkled. He shone.

But finding gold and keeping gold aren't the same thing. I had no roadmap for what was gonna happen when this weekend was done, no way of knowing whether all of this would get real weird real fast once when we were separated again. Had we upgraded our friendship? Or wrecked it? A little germ of worry started to fester, deep in my gut.

By the time the official program ended, the worry was tennis-ball sized and seated under my diaphragm - I felt a little bit breathless and a little bit...queasy. We snuck in a few last selfies, me with a pasted-on smile, and once we were outside, Halley said;

"You wanna grab some lunch?"

"Um, maybe not yet," I panted. "That...that was quite the stack of waffles you fed me earlier..."

He looked me up and down, smirking. "Yeah, actually I'm not that kind of hungry at the moment either..."

God, it didn't take much...not that the worry totally evaporated, but - let's just say it didn't drown out the want...

Same as before, he pawed at me for the whole ride back - only this time it was full daylight, and there were other cars, cyclists, pedestrians. People could see - people did see - but I didn't put up a shred of resistance. I wanted what I could get, while I could still get it...

Back at Halley's, I caught a glimpse of my gym bag propped against the sofa, gaping open with clothes messily spilling from it, and it hit me again that this was about to end. Sure, I didn't need to leave right now. I could easily stay until dinner time. I could even take Halley's 'ah, what the hell' approach to the fact that I had an early shift tomorrow, and not head out until midnight - but either way, I was gonna have to leave...

Halley sensed my deflation, if not its root cause. "Sucks that there can't be something that awesome goin' on every weekend, huh?"

There were a thousand things I could've said. Like...I couldn't afford to do that every weekend on what I make. Like, there is something that awesome on every weekend if you have the money and time to chase it all over the place...but instead I just sighed.

"Awww," said Halley sympathetically. He held his arms out wide and straight like Christ the Redeemer. "Cuddles?"

Cuddles? Cuddles. I mean, sure. I'll take what I can get, when I can get it. I shuffled up to him and allowed myself to kinda flop against his chest. He wrapped his left arm around, shoulder-height, and with the heel of his right hand, he rubbed up and down my spine in steady slow strokes. It wasn't erotic, it was just...nice. I sagged some more, and scraped around in my memory for when I last had some regular reciprocal human contact, something like, y'know, cuddles...

I didn't know, only that it was a long time ago. A long time. I lived in the same town as my parents and ate dinner with them every second Sunday. There was no hostility between us, but fundamentally ours was a relationship of circumstance, not choice. I had fifty-plus colleagues that I was on decent terms with, but there's no opportunity to truly get to know anyone in the perpetually frenetic environment of chain-store retail. I shut myself away in my room in my time off, and for obvious reasons, I hadn't kept in contact with any of my college friends...

I acknowledged to myself that I was a fucking sad lonely person, adrift, anchored to nothing and nobody, and snaked my own arms around and up, cupping one of Halley's bony shoulder-blades in each hand. Holding on to something, for a little while at least.

Gradually, very gradually the pressure of his hands increased, stroke by stroke. Relaxing to the rhythm, I rippled under it. Gradually, even more gradually, the length increased as well, to include a little of my ass. And then a little more. And then a subtle tug inward at each stroke's southern limit. He was hard, now - and he wanted me to know it. My heart thudded in my chest, my dick throbbed in my pants, and alongside I felt a new tingling tension, an internal desire, a need to be filled, inhabited.

That need was partially answered when Halley backed me up a couple of steps until my heels hit the wall, and took possession of my mouth again. I felt the same surge of liquid joy as when he first kissed me - just yesterday, and in almost this exact spot - but without yesterday's instinct to compete, to have him cede space to me.

He kissed me and kissed me until I didn't know which way was up and which way was down. It was the sweetest feeling imaginable - but at the same time it was unbearable, the way it built that tension. I needed more, and I didn't know how to ask for it...

Halley paused for breath, drawing back fractionally to regard me, playful yet intent. He licked me again. Looked at me again.

"Oh, you love that, don't you?" he murmured. "It makes you all kinda melty, just one little lick..." Leaning in, lips at my lobe, hot breath pouring into my ear, he whispered;

"Wonder what would happen if I licked you all over? Would you just...dissolve?"

I might, yeah...My knees did that momentary buckling thing again at the mere thought.

"Perhaps I'll try it sometime," he winked, easing me away from the wall and gently propelling me through the doorway into his bedroom. Beside the bed, he came up behind, holding me in tight and grinding, assaulting the other side of my neck as I quivered and whined, and once again I bewilderedly thought; How is this me? But it was. A fact is no less of a fact for being newly discovered...

He pulled off his t-shirt, then mine, and grabbed me again, sealing his front to my back. More grinding. More devouring of my neck. He cricked his mid-section and reached between us to undo his fly and shove his jeans down past his ass. Then he stamped his feet until they fell to the floor and reached around in front to do the same for me. He couldn't manage it with one hand, so before he let go entirely he gently closed his teeth on my shoulder and held on, as if to anchor me...like I was going anywhere...

He got the fly undone, but my jeans were tighter. My thighs were...chunkier. Some serious pulling and shoving and he eventually managed to bare my ass, while I reflected that this was possibly the least sensible way I ever got undressed, and definitely the most exciting - but there was no way my jeans were coming all the way off with a bit of foot-stamping...

He stepped back up to me, pressing in, reaching for my wrists, and bent us both forward from the waist until my hands came to rest on the mattress.

"Stay, bub," he breathed into my ear, before he withdrew and thunked down cross-legged on the floor behind me to unpeel my jeans...

I maintained my position, only lifting each foot in turn as my pants and boxers slid over them and off. Halley stayed as well, caressing the back, the inside of my right thigh, tracing a path along the border between leg and ass, following the arc that would have been a crease if I hadn't been bent over like this, presenting myself to him...

He did it again, two handed, then dug in with his thumbs, separating my cheeks. "Oh-h-h-h..." he said, in a low gurgle, "ohh, that looks so go-oo-d..." and the sound, the sound of his voice as he said it...I moaned from all the way in my soul for an answer...

He jumped up, pulling me with him onto the bed, arranging us so we were sat cross-legged face one another, and took my face in his hands.

"Bede...I wanna go back in," he breathed. "Is - but are you okay, sweets? Are you feeling up to it?"

"Yeah," I said, and even to myself my voice sounded husky, throbby, gravid with this new-old need...Up to it? I am up for it...

I was pressed down onto my back, my legs lifted and scooted forward with a pillow stuffed under my ass, tilting me up. The position scrunched my abdomen in an unflattering way, but I managed not to mind because Halley's hands traced that area with as much pure delight as they did the rest of me, while he knelt between my legs with his dick pointing skyward, looking at me as though I was his last meal...

Like yesterday, there was that pinchy-clenchy-crampy-achy thing going on when he entered - unlike yesterday, I knew what lay on the other side of it, that it was worth it, worth it, so worth it...

Halley was finding a rhythm now, long strokes, slow but deep, jaw hanging, the breath leaving his body in gusts, and in his eyes wonder spilling almost into disbelief. I get it, I thought, studying his expression, committing it to memory. This is insane. But good-insane, the best kind...

He was holding my legs out wide, looking down. Watching himself slide in and out. In and out of me...and with every in, his dick, still straining for the ceiling, grazed some ultra-sensitive spot inside. Every time, it made me gasp, every time it caused my dick to do a tiny twitch, every time it cranked that tension one notch higher - and it just.kept.happening.

My dick felt like it was gonna burst. I desperately wanted to touch it, but it seemed like it might be a bit, like, weird?...to just full-on jack off right in front of somebody else?...while they were watching?...then I remembered the 'somebody else' was actually inside me right now. Fucking me, deep and slow. Which was the whole reason why...

I reached down, finding myself wet and slippery, bathed in my own juices, and Halley raised his eyes to my face.

"God, that's hot," he said in a thin hoarse whisper, punctuated by his thrusting. "I would like - so much - to be able to tell you - that I'll last longer this time..." He hauled in a massive breath. "But I'm not - sure - it'd be the truth..."

I wanted to tell him it didn't matter, it wasn't about how long it lasted, or even how it felt - that it was the fact of it that mattered. That what was important was that we were doing something which couldn't be un-done, which...

I couldn't explain it - I was somewhere past words. Dissolving, like Halley predicted. He, meanwhile, was doing the opposite - he'd got harder, maybe even longer? - just...definitely...more. If I hadn't already begun turning to mush, being repeatedly pummelled by something so utterly unrelenting might've hurt. Instead it felt glorious, triumphal, it felt...like what it was, a grand finale...

With a jurassic groan, Halley slammed himself into me one last time, bearing down hard, and somehow managed to puncture whatever membrane had held back all that tension I'd built up. I exploded, yes, but more than that, I flowed and rippled and clasped the steely solidity inside me with muscles I didn't know I had, all while my arms reached out to drag the bony hips in deeper...closer, harder, more...