- Friend 1: Why is it socially acceptable for 2 girls to make out at parties, but not 2 guys?
- Friend 2: Because guys find girls making out to be hot, and they make a big deal out of it.
- Friend 1: Yeah, no girls think it's hot when 2 guys get it on, do they?
- Me: um, I do...
- Me: No really, I do.
(Sorry that it takes a while to get to the smut. I want to have it build up)
It wasn’t that difficult. It was just about as easy as it was to breathe. But why the fuck was it so hard to do something so simple? All he had to do was extend his arm and pivot his wrist to brush away the feathery wisps of practically white hair. Instead he just sat there with his arms at his sides and his hands tucked under his thighs, while the younger male’s head was rested in his lap. The younger male’s eyes were half lidded, his head angled at the slightest degree, and one small hand clutching tightly to the soft black fabric of the shirt that belonged to guy, who was only two years older than he; making him nineteen and the older twenty-one.
Lyle had his head tilted down looking at the friend he had been arguing only twenty minutes prior. He left the subject of “Why not move in with me? You practically live here already.” alone. He tried to convince Hayden to just pack his things and just move in, like he always did when he spent more than two nights. It only ended in a fight and he hated that that was the route the topic went.
Hayden pushed his face into Lyle’s abdomen, balling his fist in his shirt even more. This only made Lyle ask himself even more questions.
Why is it so easy for him to do what he wants and get away with it? Why can’t I be like that? I mean I’ve loved him a while now and can never bring myself to even push his hair back. What the hell?!
He kept his face expressionless as the thoughts coursed through his jet black, haired covered head. His green eyes moved over every part of the younger one’s body. Maybe it was that he looked so innocent and really was innocent. He didn’t want to taint that, no matter how much he desired to whisper dirty things into his ears, or ghost his hands over the baby soft skin that wrapped Hayden’s body. Just thinking of the words that could be whispered or the motion of his hands that he could make over his pale skin, made his flaccid member grow. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, when he realized he did in fact have a mild boner.
He gingerly lifted Hayden’s body and set him down on the unoccupied spanse of couch. As soon as Hayden felt the warmth he had been pressed up against was no longer there, he groaned and reached out an arm to hook it loosely around Lyle’s neck. He let out soft sigh and removed his arms from around his neck, only for two skinny arms to replace the single that had been around his neck.
”…No…” It was almost inaudible as it passed perfectly shaped and dull pink lips. Lyle tried again to remove his arms but found that the more he tried the more they tightened.
“Let me go.” He replied, knowing there was no use in trying to get him to let go.
“..Why?” Hayden opened his eyes to look straight into Lyle’s. Lyle let out another sigh. “Because I said so, that’s why.” His hands had moved to either side of Hayden’s head, making it easier to hold himself up.
“That isn’t a good enough reason, meaning I’m not letting you go.” Sure he was innocent but he was stubborn as all fuck. That was another thing Lyle liked about him, besides the obvious good looks, great personality, and the knack he had for knowing when someone was on the down side.
Hayden’s arms clasped tighter around his neck as he looked up at him, his eyes showing the stubbornness of a mule. Lyle took his arms firmly in his hands once more and forcefully removed them, stood up and walked towards his bedroom. He didn’t get too far before he found himself on the floor, his arms pulled behind his back tightly and the weight of Hayden on his hips.
“I’m not letting you go.” His voice was monotone, making him sound completely bored. Lyle hissed at the position, upset that it had to be this way and not the other way around. He forced his body to relax, waiting for the moment where the tight hold on his wrist slackened enough to where he could flip their positions.
He straddled Hayden’s hips tightly between his knees, his hands holding both of Hayden’s wrists above his head in a vise grip. He made sure that if he tried to squirm away, there’d be an uncomfortable jabbing in his sides. Lyle thanked who ever was above that his skinnies were tight enough that his hard-on couldn’t be seen through the jean fabric.
“You see, it doesn’t work that way. I am not to be forced to the floor and held that way.” he growled to the boy underneath him, who’s eyes had widened and lips had parted ever so subtly. He absolutely loved the way the atmosphere had changed within seconds, and now he was the top dog. He leaned forward, his mouth hovering about Harlett’s ear.
“I am to be on top. I’m the one who doesn’t give others mercy or let them go.” His hot breath fanned over the boys ear causing goosebumps to raise over his entire body and a small tremor to run through his body. Lyle didn’t care anymore, he wasn’t going to hold himself back any more; he had done that long enough.
Lyle took the very top of Hayden’s ear between his front teeth and nibble at it roughly, making the nineteen year old to keen. The noise only made the erection in Lyle’s jeans to harden even more, almost to it’s full erect length. Damn it, Lyle wanted to touch him in every way he could think and tarnish the innocence Hayden had. He wanted to claim him as his, only his.
He pulled back once he thought his ear was through with being bitten. He pulled back enough to see that a deep red haze had covered Hayden cheeks and he had closed his eyes. Seconds from when he pulled back, Hayden opened his eyes and blushed even more as he looked shyly back at Lyle. Lyle opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a single word out he was interupted.
”..W-why did you stop…?” Hayden whined, not quite sure what had gotten into him. Lyle let go of his wrists and climbed off his waist, not sure if he had heard him right. He scooted about a yard away, looking into his lap. Hayden looked him over for a couple moments before crawling towards him and into his lap. It was like he wasn’t in control of his body, like they had a mind of their own.
“Do it again…” he pushed Lyle’s head back to his ear, want showing in a small undertone of his voice.
He shook his head and gasped when he felt something warm and wet lap at the length of his neck.
“Please…” Hayden started to beg, wanting more of what he had just felt. This time Lyle obeyed and began to bite his ear again, flicking his tongue over it the skin. Hayden gasped and arched forward into the curve of Lyle’s body. Lyle brought his hands forward to push them under the hem of the younger boys shirt, tracing light lines and circles before he nearly ripped his shirt off.
Hayden crooned softly at the feeling of warm fingers roaming around his chest, the sensation traveling down further than he thought. The sensation tingled through his cock making him make a noise that was a mix between a moan and gasp. To be truthful he had never once in his entire life palmed himself off or felt the heat of his pelvic area from an erection. This was entirely new to him, it was strange and felt completely weird but he liked him more than he knew he should have.
He took the warm hands from his chest and pushed them lower until they reached the waist band of his pants. Lyle growled in content, moving his lips lower down his neck, reaching the hollow of his neck and sucking hungrily. He made sure he left a blossoming love bite there before working his way to his collar bone. He bit the curve of it, smirking when Hayden groaned out his name, stuttering the first syllable. He moved back up to his ear. “You like that don’t’cha?” he teased.
“Please…” he pleaded and repeated. He didn’t know what he was pleading for but still let the words pass his lips. Lyle let out another growl once he laid him down on the hard wood floor. He covered his lips with his own in a heated and needy kiss. Hayden moaned into his mouth as well as arching to make their bodies to meet when he felt Lyle’s hand slip into the space between his pants and boxers. The moan gave Lyle enough time to slip his tongue into his mouth and lap at the one that was already touching every nook and cranny to substitute for the lack of something in his mouth.
(If you want more, then let me know… I know it isn’t full blown smut yet, but I’ll keep going if I get some indicator that it’s liked….)