Diff'rent Strokes (revisited, edited and updated)

The Second Shift

Elijah (Eli) Moore

Kayden was chill as hell, and we were hitting up all the parties. By around 2:45 AM, we ended up at one in my dorm. I was a little thrown off, so I asked Kayden how a dorm even allowed all this music and drinking this late.

"This is Fountain Dorm. We do whatever here," he laughed, not fazed at all.

I shook my head, trying to focus on something else, anything else, but my brain was spinning from the alcohol and the energy of the night. The lights, the music—it was all just a blur.

We went from downstairs to my room so I could grab some clothes. I sat on the bed, trying to steady myself. My head felt heavy, and I realized I'd probably had too much to drink. But I just needed a second to breathe, to get my bearings before the night swallowed me whole.

Kayden, however, seemed unaffected. As he moved toward me, I could feel his presence grow, pulling me in. Without a word, he knelt in front of me. His eyes locked onto mine, and something shifted in the air between us. He leaned in, his lips soft at first, but there was something electric in the way he kissed me—a quiet intensity that made my chest tighten.

I pulled back, just enough to find my breath. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaky, unsure if I even wanted to stop.

"I'm kissing you," Kayden said, his lips brushing mine again as his hands began to move with a purpose. His voice was low, almost a challenge. "You want me to stop?"

I felt a tug in my chest, a part of me screaming to pull away, to stop before things went too far. But another part of me... didn't want to. I kissed him back, harder this time, like I was giving in to something I hadn't been ready to acknowledge.

"No... it feels good," I whispered, before I could stop myself.

Kayden's eyes darkened with a grin, and then he gently, almost possessively, pushed me back onto the bed. The kiss deepened, and everything else faded away—the party, the loud music, the drunken chaos of the night. All I could focus on was the way his body pressed against mine, the heat between us growing by the second. Every touch felt electric, like we were igniting something that had been dormant for too long.

He pulled my shirt off slowly, and I shivered at the look in his eyes—raw, hungry. He kissed down my neck, his lips hot against my skin, leaving a trail of fire. I could barely keep still, my breath coming in uneven gasps, my body responding to him in ways I couldn't control. Each touch, each kiss, was like a spark that set off something deep inside me, something I didn't understand but couldn't ignore.

When I felt his hand slide down my stomach and unbutton my jeans swiftly pulling out my dick and licking the pre-nut which was oozing out at his touch off the tip, I gasped, my body jerking at the unexpected contact. My thoughts scattered as I looked down and watching him slob on me, slowly taking me deeper into his throat, my chest tightening as I saw the way he was looking up at me, his tongue moving with purpose trailing down underneath my balls. I couldn't think, couldn't form words, but my body was speaking for me. The rush of sensation sent me into overdrive, and suddenly when he made his way down and held my knees into my chest, everything felt like it was spinning too fast.

I grabbed for him, my hands gripping and pulling his thick curls guiding his head toward me, desperate to feel his tongue deeper inside me. After a few moments that felt like hours he slowly resurface looking me in my eyes. His green eyes seemed to pierce my soul. He slowly rubbed his lips against mine feeling his warm breath caressing my lips it was only seconds before our mouths crashed together, hard and desperate, like we both knew we couldn't stop now, not after everything that had built up between us.

We moved together, our bodies syncing in a way that felt almost natural—like we were made for this moment. It was messy, passionate and frantic, but it was real. Every kiss, every touch, every thrust, pushed us further into the night, leaving us breathless, caught in a whirlwind of sensations.

The rest of the night was a blur. I don't remember exactly how we got from me and James dorm room to Luke and Kayden's apartment, or how we ended up back in bed. All I knew was that something raw, something real, had shifted between us in that moment. Something I couldn't ignore. I wanted to tell myself it was just the alcohol, just the party, just the heat of the moment. But deep down, I knew better. What happened between us—what had started with a kiss—was something I couldn't pretend wasn't real. No matter how hard I tried to push it away, I knew that this wasn't just some fleeting moment. Something had changed, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to face what that meant yet.