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Authors: L. A. Gilbert

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Drew groaned as if in pain and crowded Kieran flat against the wall again. “I don’t care.” His breath caught on a particularly good rub, and he moaned, enjoying Kieran’s hands against his chest. “
Fuck
, please!
Please
?” he begged, so desperate to finish, but needing Kieran to let him.

Kieran’s cheeks were flushed, and there wasn’t one thing that didn’t scream that he was as desperate to come as Drew was, but he could tell Kieran was enjoying making him wait. There was a certain level of power there, and though it might drive him insane, he had to give those few seconds of control to him. Finally, Kieran nodded ever so slightly.

With a groan of relief, he shifted Kieran higher against the wall with shaking arms. He touched his brow to Kieran’s, enjoying the tight grip in his hair from Kieran’s fist when their eyes locked, and he began the slow grind once more.

There was something utterly heady about watching Kieran’s expression as Drew rubbed his throbbing groin between his spread legs. It made him feel in control and in charge; it made what they were doing feel wicked. It made Kieran look kind of…
slutty
.

He groaned. Just that word in his head, with Kieran in the position he was in, was enough to begin the irrevocable slide that was gearing up to be the best orgasm of his life. When the coil in his groin became too tight, he had to press close; he hid his face against Kieran’s neck and screwed his eyes shut.

Kieran’s whimpers were becoming drawn-out groans. Suddenly desperate to get as close as possible and rub as fast as he could, Drew wound one arm around Kieran’s back, absolutely loving that Kieran’s arms instantly wrapped around his neck. He held one of Kieran’s thighs up and against his own hip as he ground as hard as he could in a stuttering rhythm, but with the shift in balance, they slowly slid down against the wall. Drew went down to one knee just as Kieran clenched his hands tightly, losing rhythm in his hips and screwing his eyes shut as his mouth fell open in a silent cry.

That was all Drew needed to send him over. He came in hot pulses, his breath catching and his eyes watering.

They lay in a crumpled heap, gasping and pressed flush against one another as they found their bearings. Eventually reality began to set in, and Drew couldn’t help the slow smile that spread across his lips, realizing that they had just made each other come in the art storage room.

“That,” he said in a garbled, breathless voice. “That was… that was
porno
hot. Oh my God, Kieran.” He felt Kieran laugh against him.
“That wasn’t making out,” Kieran giggled, his voice sounding far away and very light and happy. “That was much, much more than making out.”

“You were egging me on.” Drew smirked, shifting to lean up on one hand so that Kieran was beneath him. “Kieran?”

 

“Yeah?” Kieran looked a little nervous now that the heat of the moment was gone.

 

Drew went from leaning up on one arm down onto his elbow, and pressed a kiss to Kieran’s lips. “You are fucking
hot
.”

Kieran’s cheeks, which were already flushed, suddenly burned red. A delighted smile and an embarrassed, shy laugh escaped before he bit his lip, shook his head and kept his gaze level with his hands, fiddling with the hem of Drew’s T-shirt.


You’re
hot. And you know it.”

“I’m okay-looking….” Drew continued, enjoying how coy he’d made Kieran. “But you got this almost….” He chewed his own lip and grinned, wondering how far he could go, and what he could say before offending him. He leaned closer and stole a chaste, simple kiss before continuing in a lower tone. “You have this innocent, cute thing going, but when you’re about to come?” He licked his lips quickly. “You kind of get a little slutty.” He snorted when Kieran turned beetroot red, and kissed his cheek. “That’s what made me come so hard.”

Kieran was shaking his head. As red as a tomato but looking distinctly smug about it, he plucked at Drew’s T-shirt. “There’s, uh… there’s something I’ve always wanted to see….” Kieran looked up at him, playful and daring at the same time.

“What?” he asked, and looked down when Kieran tugged at the hem of his T-shirt.

“Can I?” Kieran asked, and pulled the hem up an inch to demonstrate.
Drew snorted and then shrugged one shoulder as he shifted slightly. He watched as Kieran lifted his T-shirt to slowly, teasingly unveil his flat, toned stomach beneath. Seeing Kieran bite his lip with clear admiration and excitement was enough to get him turned on all over again.
“That something you’ve been fantasizing about, or something?” he murmured as he craned his neck to nuzzle against Kieran’s collarbone, enjoying being ogled by the same (the
right
) sex for once.
“Yes.” Kieran’s hands splayed across his stomach and moved up to his chest .His touch was soft but still managed to have an effect on Drew. “Oh my God, look at you.”

Drew’s stomach caved slightly, his breath hitched, and he opened his eyes (unaware that he’d closed them) and looked down at Kieran to see him looking rather pleased with himself. He felt his own cheeks burn and caught Kieran’s hands.

“We need to find something to change into.”

Kieran groaned unhappily and shifted his hips. “I don’t have anything.”
“I have some spare shorts in my gym bag,
in
the gym. Let me go grab it.” He gingerly stood, stretching his back, and looked down to see Kieran sitting up and plucking at his jeans where they clung to his groin. “A good thing school let out ages ago; otherwise this would be an embarrassing trek.”

Kieran snorted. “Yeah, I think I’ll wait here.”

 

Drew bent and snagged a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

K
IERAN took advantage of the time alone to collect himself while Drew was off finding them clothes to wear. He sat on the floor, crossed arms resting on bent knees, and grinned like an idiot. He wondered if he looked different, because he sure as hell felt it.

That was…
insane
. He hadn’t expected the kiss, let alone the frantic dry humping against the wall; his cheeks flushed just thinking about it. He hadn’t known he could
feel
that sexual, but then he supposed it took the right person to bring it out of you. Drew was that person. He’d been assertive and growly and strong, holding him up like that… Kieran grinned, feeling himself getting worked up again.

He knew all of the doubting “what now” questions were there, waiting to be addressed. But for right now he didn’t want to think about that. Right now, all he wanted to think about was the last twenty-four hours. The last twenty-four hours where he’d held a guy’s hand, been kissed, and been made to come so hard he’d nearly seen God, all for the first time. Those were things to savor.

He looked up and then gingerly stood when Drew came back in, clothes in hand, and was surprised that the insides of his thighs ached a little. “Ow,” he mumbled quietly as he rubbed his thighs.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you or something?”

Kieran glanced at Drew and couldn’t help a small smile. The guy looked cute, standing there, holding clean pants with both hands and looking worried. “I’m fine. I’m great, actually.”

“Oh.” That smile that lifted just at the corner of his mouth made an appearance. “Good. Um… I had these to spare. They’re probably going to be a bit long on you, but I figure they’re better than nothing.” He held them out for Kieran.

Kieran took the sweats, and then there was an awkward pause between them where he was supposed to be stripping down. It was stupid to feel shy about getting naked after what they’d just done, but there it was anyway.

“What’s up?” Drew asked, having changed back at the gym and now waiting on Kieran for them to leave.

 

Kieran worried his lip and then smothered an embarrassed smile. “Are… are you just gonna stand there, or…?”

Drew frowned, but then both his brows rose in amusement and comprehension, and he turned his back with a small laugh. “Sorry, I’m used to hanging around guys who strip off after games and stuff… guess I’m not that shy.” He waited a heartbeat, then shrugged with his back to Kieran. “That, and I wanted a sneak peek at the goods.”

Kieran slid his jeans and—after casting Drew a quick look—his underwear down, but snorted at his words. “Maybe some other time,” he said, feeling daring as he pulled on the sweats. “Okay, I’m decent. Modesty maintained.”

Drew turned around, smirking. “Some other time, huh?”

And there it was, the big question that would have to be addressed before they parted ways. “Well, I-I don’t know. What do you think?”

“I think I definitely want to do that with you again. Soon.” Kieran couldn’t help the bright smile that bloomed instantly on his lips, but quickly dialed it down to a casual nod. “Cool.”

Drew laughed. “Cool,” he repeated, and then snagged up Kieran’s jeans for him and rolled them up. He frowned when something tangled, then offered a confused grin. “Suspenders? With jeans?”

Kieran shrugged, taking the jeans. “I don’t wear them on my shoulders or anything.”

“But, suspenders?”
“I like wearing different stuff.”
“Now that you mention it, I’m pretty sure I saw you wearing a

bow tie once.”
“Probably.”
“You really do march to abeat all of your own, don’t you?” “They’re just clothes,” Kieran said, his voice a touch uncertain.

“No, I think that’s cool. Fuck it, do your own thing. Whatever makes you happy, you know?”

“Thanks,” Kieran said quietly, appreciating the uncritical words. “Did you mean it when you said you might want to… you know, again?”

Drew stood close, wet his lip, and tilted his head for a soft, lingering kiss. “Yes. Though….”

 

“What?” Kieran asked, his eyes blinking open slowly. “Though maybe we don’t jizz in our pants next time. Just a thought.”

Kieran laughed, just pleased there would be a next time. “Okay, okay. So… so we’re what? Just hanging out sometimes and….” He trailed off, shaking his head. He didn’t want to seem insecure, but he needed to know what to expect.

“Are you asking me if we’re dating?”

Kieran lifted one shoulder, looking for pockets to hide his hands in and then crossing his arms when not finding any. “I just want to be clear. I don’t want to overstep or something. I mean… are you—are you gay? Or just….”

Drew stepped back a little, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. It was a fair question. “You know what? If you’d asked me that yesterday, or even half an hour ago, I would have told you I didn’t know. But now? Uh… yeah. Oh hell yes, I’m gay.”

Kieran visibly sagged in relief. “That is so awesome. Can I please go on record for saying I
love
that you are gay.”

Drew laughed. “Glad you approve, but we should probably be… discreet? I mean I-I really only realized this for sure here, with you. I don’t want to
out
myself; I’m totally not ready for that.”

Kieran held his hands up, palms forward. “Oh, hey, I’m right there with you. I think you know firsthand how much I hate to draw attention to myself.”

“So… we’re doing this just in private?”

Kieran nodded. “I can do that, though….” He bit his lip. “I mean if you just want to hang out like normal, that’d be cool too,” he said, meaning how they had that weekend.

Drew pulled him close, looking pleased, and kissed him. “That’s perfect.” More of what they’d just done but somewhere not at school, with maybe Hitchcock, privacy, and a mattress? Fuck.
Yes
. He kissed Kieran, taking his time and sighing into it. He pressed his brow to Kieran’s, and laughed softly. “How awesome is it that I can do that with you.”

Kieran rose on his toes slightly and bravely wound his arms around Drew’s shoulders. “It’s pretty awesome.”
ChaPteR FiVe.

T
HIS was the best freaking part of his day. What had started out as a punishment from his art teacher was now a blessing. However, for the most part everything was much the same. He didn’t really run into Drew save for their one tense lesson together. Their lunch periods alternated and were never at the same time, so he maintained his usual routine of hanging with Tony. And their lockers weren’t even remotely close, so they didn’t have cause to run into each other.

During the last three weeks, he’d passed Drew a total of once in the hallway, and for whatever reason it felt uncomfortable. Maybe it was company, or the unfamiliar and unexpected meshing of two totally different people in front of others that made it so. They said “hi” to each other, but he soon lost his nerve and moved on, and though he might have imagined it, he thought he’d sensed relief in Drew.

He’d made one definite change though; he no longer went to his hiding place under the bleachers to watch Drew. It didn’t feel quite right now. Whereas before it was weird, now that he had something going on with Drew in secret, it crossed the line into flat-out creepy, and he didn’t relish the thought of explaining it to Drew in the nearimpossible scenario that he found out.

So now was their time together. School had let out, and he came here to the art storage room under the guise of clearing it out. It looked virtually the same. He couldn’t even bring himself to clear a little of the mess while waiting for Drew, his nerves were so jangled. His entire day dragged and whittled down to the hour, hour and a half they’d spend together three times a week.

He didn’t want to think about how they hadn’t really hung out outside of the storage room, because to do that would maybe risk what they had going on. He knew Drew had baseball practice two days a week, and it pleased him that the other three were spent with him. But it was only for so long and always here. He wasn’t sure what Drew’s situation at home was, but he got the impression that something required his time and attention there and that it was a sensitive subject matter, so he let it be. They didn’t see each other on the weekends. But he was gathering his courage to broach that subject to try and remedy that.

The door opened, and his heart jumped into his throat just like every time Drew came through that door. He watched Drew close it securely behind him, that small action just turning him flat on. Drew turned to him, and a glance down below the athlete’s waist told him Drew was ready to go.

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