Beyond Complicated (15 page)

Kel."

I knew I was talking nonsense. Pleasure and pain wrapped around me, twisted me and unfurled and twisted me again. I couldn't stop staring into his eyes.

We moved together, his breath ragged, sweat gleamed on his skin. He was hard hot iron inside me, pulsing inside me with every thrust. He made almost no noise as he strained over me. And then he arched his back and rammed into me, hard, screaming his release with each pounding thrust.

I could make Seth come time and time again without touching his dick. But for me that never happened. Ever. Until now.

I'd never felt anything like it, I just sort of fel over some precipice I never knew existed, holding Kel deep inside me as he hit my prostate, his keening cries, the hot load al combined and I couldn't stop it. I didn't know how. I clawed his ass trying to force him deeper into me and I shot, my dick pulsing red and angry between us, coating both of us. And then Kel colapsed onto me. His limp dick lay against mine, the condom slippery and hot. He nuzzled my neck. His words lost.

I was lost. Lost and condemned. I held him tight to me. Tighter than I'd ever held anyone. Just once.

Tonight. No one would ever know. No one would ever guess. That I was in love with my own goddamned son.

God I was so fucked.

As dreams go, this one was pretty damned good. I sure as hel didn't want to wake up from it. Hot sweet smeling man spooned against me, erotic touches in the dark, deep kisses that made me want to declare my love until the end of time. I breathed in the scent of him, warm, musky, his hair tickled my nose, his sweet bottom wriggled against that part of my body that loved sweet bottoms. It wriggled back. Stood up and saluted.

I moved cautiously between his sweet cheeks, just rubbing him, enjoying the thril of soft skin on mine.

He made sleepy moans, his hands found mine and held them tight to his chest. I kissed the arch of his shoulder, his neck, his jaw, finaly his mouth when he turned to meet my lips. I found his ear and the earring and sucked it deep into my mouth, teasing the hoop with my tongue. "Liam, more."

Greedy little bottom in the early morning. I loved greedy little bottoms, and his had always been my favorite. Seth. Young and sweet, I loved dreaming of those days before it went bad. Before. Before the movies made us different people. Before. Just before.

When there was nothing but us and sex and more sex. I loved his bottom and he loved having me inside him. I wanted inside him now. Before he left for class, or cut class to go surf. I had the job to get to, we were going to be good. Just sex and us. Forever and ever.

I roled him onto his stomach, letting him hold my hands while I kissed my way under his hair and down his spine. He was so slim, muscles in al the right places. I found his shoulder blade and nipped him, licked into the cleft of his armpit, reminding myself to revisit that area later. He humped against me, his greedy little bottom loving the feel of my dick across his sensitive hole. I dripped with wanting him.

I could ease inside him, now just like this, wrapped around him, his thighs between mine, it would be tight and it would hurt. I puled one hand free and search under the pilows for the lube. Couldn't find any.

Odd. I eased off him and found the bottle we kept in the drawer. And with a flick of the lid I was back on him, my hands under him, my fingers twined with his.

"Lift your greedy bottom for me," I whispered in his ear as I resumed my nibbling on his lobe. He did. Going up on his knees as he rocked along my slick length. I found his hole and eased in, just a little, loving the gasping moans he made. He squeezed my hands. He held stil.

God he was so damned tight. Too tight. "Shh, baby, it's okay. Going slow. So tight."

I worked his opening with little stretching pulses and feasted on his ear, his neck, his mouth. He relaxed under me and moved with me. Slowly, so slowly until I was inside him. So deep I couldn't believe how deep.

His tight hole throbbed around me, pulsing, hot and so damned needy. "Liam, Jesus, Liam."

He said my name between ragged breaths. I waited for him to adjust. His hole fluttered around me.

Squeezing me. I couldn't wait anymore. I needed to fuck. I needed to rut. I needed him to scream. I loved making him scream. Seth and his beautiful ass. God I loved him. I loved fucking him. Loved. I slammed into him. His body bucked into mine. I slammed him again.

He screamed my name. His sweet voice begging for more. "Harder. Shit. Oh My God. Liam."

I puled my hands free and rose up on my knees going deeper, I held his waist and used him mercilessly.

Driving into him, forcing him to move with me. He clawed the bed, crying as I fucked him. His hole throbbing around me, sucking on me, I found his spot and I rammed him. "No coming. Fight it. No coming."

We worked on that. I came first. Sometimes twice before he could.

"No. I won't. Jesus. Harder. Liam. Fuck me.

Oh godgodgodgod." I leaned forward and pressed his shoulders into the mattress, stil covering him I pumped into him slow, hard, deep. Then fast until the bed shook. Slow again, so slow until I couldn't stand it anymore and let myself go. I filed his ass, wave after wave of cum, so hot it scalded me. I shot into him.

Listening to him scream and cry and beg for release.

When I was finished I flipped him onto his back and hauled his legs into the air. "Give it back to me," I told him as I pushed his ass up. "Give me back my cum." His gaping hole pulsed, cream oozed from him and I pressed my mouth to him and moaned. "Tastes so good. Give it back to me, al of it." Seth hated when I did this. We didn't do it often. I sucked his hole, dipping my tongue into him. "Don't touch your dick." I reminded him before I licked him deep inside. His hole pulsed and throbbed under my mouth and I sucked and licked and fed. When I had my fil I licked my way between his legs, his taint, his bals, up his long dick and back down.

He twisted his hands in my hair. I sucked him, pressure on his head. Down his shaft. I fondled his bals and before he could catch his breath I filed him with three fingers. Cum squished inside him making him slick.

I pounded him, sucking him deep. He wrapped his legs around my shoulders and bucked and cried and begged. I made him come. And god damn did he taste good. I swalowed the first two or three shots, the rest filed my mouth. When he lay sprawled and spent I crawled up his body, hooking his legs back until my stil rock hard dick was sandwiched between us. I drew him tight against me, my arms under his shoulders. He moved like a ragdol, al floppy arms and legs. I rocked into him, sliding my dick against his bely looking for a second orgasm. And I kissed him, filing his mouth with his cum and taking it back until we'd swalowed it al.

"Liam," he wailed against my mouth and I knew, his dick was hard again and begging and I ground my body tight to his and humped him.

"Come for me, baby, scream, I love your screams." I buried my face in his neck and did my best to make us one person. Heat splattered between us and he cried out. Loud, frenzied cries with no meaning. And I folowed. Oh shit, it felt so damned good. Coming on his bely, sliding with him, the sticky heat of our love oozing between us. "Love you so much."

I closed my mouth over his. The morning light filed the room with a blue glow that turned his blue eyes an incredible shade of—blue eyes. Blue. "Kel?"

He wrapped his long arms around me, too weak to do more than rest them across my back. His legs fel away, limp and useless. "I love you so damned much," Kel said, his voice dreamy and sated and—

Kel's voice. Kel. Kelton Adams. "Liam? Are you al right? That was incredible."

The night came back to me in startling clarity.

Kel coming home, looking sexy as hel. Too much wine.

I'd let him seduce me. Let him make love to me. And loved every second of it. In the book nook. He'd owned me. Kel had owned me in a way no man ever had before. When we could breathe again, I'd stripped him and somehow we'd ended up in my bed. Kissing and exploring and he came in my hand. Kel. I'd just fucked Kel without a condom. Ate cum from his ass and oh my god. "I'm fine. Just never. It's never been like that."

"Ugh, I can't move." He nuzzled my neck, he didn't try to move. His mouth teased me. "I have a damned midterm today. Can't stay in bed. I want to stay here. Crawl into you."

"It's Saturday." I made stunned smal talk as I tried not to freak the hel out.

"I know, Saturday classes suck dick. God, you can suck dick. Jesus, Liam, if I weren't already in love with you I would be after that." He roled his head to look at the clock. "Shit, gotta shower. Class at eight.

Can we meet for lunch or something? I have a lab at two. I'm free between eleven and two. I can come back here and we can do this again." He raised his face to mine and kissed me. And I kissed him back. And shit, I grew hard again, just from kissing him. He smiled against my lips. He had power over me. And he realized it. He said he was in love with me. Oh shit. I was so fucking dead.

I roled off him and he roled with me, his bed hair nearly kiling me, his hungry eyes didn't help. His hot tongue on my chest, licking the cum from me finished me and when he attached those kiler lips to my dick and sucked, I died. Filing his mouth as I went. "I love you, Kel," the words, tumbled from my lips as I died. And I meant them.

"Shower with me." He kissed me one last time before climbing out of bed.

"If I shower with you, you'l be late for class." I admired his naked perfection, the tattoo around his navel begged me to taste it. I didn't want this.

"I could think of worse things." He grinned that lopsided grin and then sighed. "But I can't fail this class."

"Go take your test, we'l talk later," I told him, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my head.

There was too much to talk about. But not here. Damn he couldn't stay here. I couldn't have him close enough to be tempted to—oh god, I wanted him in my bed.

Now, forever. I forgot al about Seth. I wanted Kel. So damned bad I would risk the fires of hel. "At Los Amigos for lunch."

"It's a date." He grinned and waltzed his gorgeous ass out of my room.

When I heard the shower come on I dragged myself out of bed and found a pair of sweats to pul on over my cum-encrusted body. My stomach roiled in protest. Either from the wine or the serious lack of food, I wasn't sure which. Food. I needed food. I was starving. I was always starved after great sex. I could eat a damned elephant.

I stood in the refrigerator looking for food. I was low on easy fixes. Should do some shopping. I listened to the shower run. I thought about climbing in with him and pushing him to the wal—shut up, shut up, shut up. Can't do this. He is not your damned lover. Kel is your—I puled out the last of the precooked bacon and the last six eggs. Butter, bread, jam. And started scrambling. The microwave heating the bacon drowned out the sound of Kel finishing in the bathroom. The toaster made quick work of the bread and the eggs were going to be overcooked. I jumped when he snaked his warm hand under my shirt.

"Smels good, baby." I turned in his arms and let him kiss me. I puled my fingers through his wet hair and tilted his head to kiss him back. The eggs got a little more overcooked. But I came to my senses and sent him to pour juice before they burned. "I like this.

Waking up with you."

He blushed when I didn't answer and looked hastily away. What could I say? "Me too." Shit, I said it. And I meant it.

"Yeah?" He took his plate and piled his eggs and bacon on his toast to make a sandwich. "Do you mean that? I mean, Liam…" He stopped talking and just stood there staring at me with something close to panic in his eyes. "I, ah, I want this. To be with you. I want to be your…" he paused again and looked away.

"I want to be your lover."

What about Seth? What about being in love with him? What about giving him…? I didn't know who I meant when that thought went through my head. Kel or myself. And what the hel was I supposed to do now? I couldn't choose Kel over Seth. I couldn't choose Kel at al. "I sort of think we crossed over that line last night, don't you?"

"I thought when you woke up this morning you'd lose it and throw me out. I didn't expect to be…

oh fucking shit, Liam, do you have any idea how that felt? What you did to me?"

What had I done to him? Had I hurt him? He was walking sort of funny. "You fucking ruined me for other men is what you did. I knew. I mean I suspected from the videos. The things you did to Seth, the way you owned him. I just never expected… okay, I'm getting hard just thinking about it and I have to get to class… and a motorcycle and a hard-on do not mix unless I want to show up covered in jizz." He reached around my neck and brought me down for another kiss and then he was out the door, without his helmet, the backpack he'd dropped beside the door over his shoulder, his sandwich in his hand. "Love you, baby.

See ya at lunch." And he was gone.

The floor was realy hard when my knees gave out. My ass hurt from landing on it. My breakfast forgotten. I wrapped my arms around my knees and just sat in the middle of my kitchen and shook. Jesus fucking Christ. I'd fucked my kid through the mattress and he wanted more.