Running Parallel

Part 2 - Luke

"I wanted to do this for a while," I confess, earning myself a hum. I smile. "Kiss you, be with you." I press our hips together, and he releases a soft groan. "Yeah, like that too."

Although the alcohol seems to be working against me, he doesn't share my problem. That part of him I've craved to touch, to do more than catch glimpses in changing rooms, it grows hard between us. I slowly rock against him, loving the soft groans he gifts me with. It sets my blood on fire, and soon I'm so warm I can't stand it. I sit up and yank my shirt off over my head. Momentarily dizzy, I sit and wait for it to pass. Something skims my stomach and it takes me a moment to realize it's fingertips. He brushes them over my stomach, feeling along my ribs, tentative and innocent. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was almost being shy.

But I did know better. I know Caleb's had hookups, as much as it kills me. He isn't shy. So what are these hesitant touches? Is he terrified, like me, of ruining our friendship? Is he nervous because it's me?

Wanting to reassure him, I grab his wrist and press his hand flat to my chest. He sucks in a sharp breath, fingers flexing against my skin. His hand burns where he touches me, so warm, pleasant tingles follow in his wake. Gently, I drag his hand lower, down my sternum to the happy trail just above my jeans. His chest begins rising and falling in fast, heaving breaths that move me.

I lean down and attempt to press a kiss to his lips. Of course, with alcohol muddying my head and darkness shrouding us, I miss terribly and instead plant a peck to what I assume to be the corner of his mouth.

He stops breathing altogether.

Using the hand I have wrapped around his wrist, I guide his fingers below my waistband. Fingertips brush through my happy trail down to the root of my cock. He goes so still beneath me, I'm afraid I've spooked him. I let go of his wrist and lift my hips to back away. His fingertips flex against my skin before he wraps his hand fully around my dick, forcing me to freeze in place. I'm still soft, but he doesn't seem to mind, stroking his hand up and down my shaft.

"Oh, that feels good," I hum in approval, dropping back down to straddle his thighs.

The bed shifts. I can feel his breath on my face as he sits up. I lean forward and kiss what feels like the arch of his nose. Dragging my mouth down, I kiss his cheek next, then the corner of his lips, and finally, as he begins stroking me in earnest, I crush our mouths together.

His mouth is clumsy, unsure, teeth clacking against mine. It's sweet, if a little odd. I've always thought of Caleb as experienced, yet here he is, acting like he's never kissed a guy before. I let it go on for a minute or two, basking in this innocent side of him, before I take over. Grasping him by either side of his jaw, I angle his head so I can deepen the kiss and take control. I expect him to fight me on it, give up this charade of naivety, but instead, he softens, letting me slip my tongue inside. He moans, the soft sound going straight to my dick.

"So sweet," I whisper. I gently bite his bottom lip. "So fucking good for me."

A grunt is my response. I grin, pulling away. I don't get very far, his mouth chasing me.

I rock my hips, chasing the release his hand is willing to supply. But I don't want just his hand.

"I want your mouth," I whisper in his ear, moving to nibble on the earlobe. I can feel him swallow. "I want to fuck you."

"Yeah?" It's such a soft sound, his voice barely more than a breath of air, yet I hear it all the same. I hear the desire in it. I hear the hesitation, the nervous edge, the hopeful plea.

"You want to?" I ask because, despite being ready to jump his bones, I never want to force him into this. "You want me to fuck you?"

There's a moment where I think he'll say no. I expect him to pull away, push me off him. Instead, he surprises me by pressing his forehead to my shoulder. I go still, unsure what this means. He removes his hand from my pants and takes my hand in his. He presses my palm to where his cock rests thick and hard beneath his sweats.