Mandarin Orange: Sweet and Sour (14 page)

It was a struggle of sorts to push the jacket from Kelly’s shoulders without stopping their kiss, but Riley managed it. He didn’t have much choice, unless he wanted to chance having Kelly come to his senses or something. That one brief moment when Kelly had said
wait
was enough. Riley wasn’t sure he’d be able to talk the guy into continuing if he gave Kelly any time to think. They could talk later, and would. Riley knew that much. But fuck if he didn’t want to get the sex out of the way first. It would be way harder for Kelly to turn him down if they’d already done the fucking deed, and if Riley knew anything, he was completely fucking sure that once wasn’t going to be even close to enough. Even if the first time sucked or whatever, which Riley doubted it would, he’d never been the kind of guy to give up without at least a second try. Sometimes a third and fourth, even. No matter what he was doing.

Fuck, the first time he’d had sex with a girl, it hadn’t been great. Good, definitely, but great had taken some practice. If he was going to do this whole gay-sex thing with Kelly, Riley was pretty sure they’d need a few tries to get it really right. The last thing he wanted was to have Kelly put a stop to things before they got started, and that meant letting Kelly
think
would be a mistake.

Or not. Never heard of a gay dude turning down sex, unless he was already seeing someone, and Kelly’s not. He told me so himself. That fucker Leonard isn’t anything.

Kelly’s fingers tightened on the back of Riley’s head and Riley groaned, lips still on Kelly’s, tongue still spearing in and out of that hot, wet mouth until Kelly pulled away a moment later.

“Riley. Crap.” A shuddering breath left Kelly then. Riley felt it against his face, saw Kelly’s eyes wide and intent. “Are you sure you want to do this? Because you’ve been kissing me, but it’s like you aren’t really here.” Another breath, shaky and fast, and Riley nodded quickly.

“Fuck, yeah. Been thinking about this. I was trying to figure out how to keep you from stopping.”
Coming to your senses
played through Riley’s head again, but he wasn’t about to fucking say that out loud. Bad enough that Kelly seemed determined to talk when they could be doing other shit. “Believe me, man, I’m totally fucking here. Nowhere else I want to be.”

“I. Okay. And you want. I mean, it sounded like you were saying you wanted me to.” Kelly blushed. Riley could see it in the small bit of light that entered the hall from the living room. “Crap.”

It was kind of fucked up that Kelly was the nervous one. Kind of funny that Riley was the one raring to go, but there it was. His hands loosened on Kelly’s hips, sliding up the guy’s sides and taking the T-shirt with them. “You need me to spell it the fuck out, dude? Fine. I want you to fuck me, Kelly. And at some point I want to suck your fucking cock, okay?” It was Riley’s turn to blush. “I can’t swear I’ll like the cock-sucking, but I want to try it, man. I figure it must be okay or you gay guys wouldn’t do it so much, right? The butt-sex, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna enjoy, though. So can we shut up now and kiss some more? I like your mouth. A lot.”

Total fucking understatement, but Kelly seemed to be on the same page because he let go of Riley and raised his arms, letting Riley strip the thin cotton T-shirt from skin that was so fucking pale and smooth, Riley wanted to touch it. Maybe even taste it. Soon. After sucking Kelly’s tongue for a while longer, because fuck if Riley didn’t have his priorities, and more of that fucking awesome mouth was right there at the top of the list. Then Kelly’s hands were on him again, pushing down his arms, around his waist, and the next thing Riley knew? Fuck if he wasn’t being groped by a master.

It wasn’t the first time Riley had been groped, but it was definitely the first time he’d enjoyed it, coming from a guy. And there was no doubt that he was enjoying it. His cock went even harder, hips moving against Kelly’s body while Kelly’s fingers dug into his ass, kneading the muscles like Riley had seen people knead bread on that cooking channel. Not as roughly, but yeah, and it felt fucking awesome. “Fuck,” he gasped, and Kelly moaned softly.

Jesus Christ, they needed to get out of the hallway, Riley realized. Or at least get on the floor, but if there was going to be fucking, and Riley was sure there would, a bed would be better. Specifically,
his
bed, which was where the condoms and lube he’d picked up on the way back from Stamford were. Well, they weren’t literally in his bed, but they were on the nightstand beside it, keeping company with the lamp on the lowest of its three illuminations and the box of tissues that had already been there.

“Bed,” Riley ordered, tightening his grip on Kelly and getting them started in the right direction. “Maybe we can do the floor thing later, but all the safe sex shit’s in my room, man.”

Kelly’s feet moved in time with his own, thank fuck, though the guy’s grip on Riley ass eased up. Another
thank fuck
for that, because Riley didn’t think he’d have been able to wait, otherwise. There was something about Kelly man-handling him -- he smirked on the inside at the term -- that way that was fucking exciting. Arousing. What-fucking-ever. He didn’t need to figure out the why right then. It was enough for Riley that he knew he liked it.

Kelly seemed to like it, too, because as soon as they barreled through -- nearly fell through -- Riley’s bedroom door, Kelly’s hands were back, squeezing, rubbing, demanding that Riley’s hips move the way they’d done in the hall. Fuck if Riley wasn’t going to give the guy exactly what he wanted. Especially since he couldn’t seem to control the sharp but shallow thrusts against Kelly’s jeans and the hard ridge behind the guy’s zipper.

Riley’s shorts were barely covering him, and thin as they were, he could actually
feel
the heaviness of the denim Kelly wore. Then Kelly’s hands shifted, slid up then back down, and those fucking hot-as-sin fingers touched Riley’s skin under the light fabric of his gym shorts.

“Oh, fuck. Kelly.” It was both sigh and groan, infused with a tiny bit of pleading, though Riley would deny that if anyone asked. Except Kelly. He was pretty sure he’d admit just about anything to Kelly as long as the guy didn’t stop fucking touching him.

“Yeah.” One word answer, but when Riley opened eyes he had no recollection of closing, Kelly looked... weird. Not bad-weird, but kind of spun. Like Kelly didn’t quite believe what they were doing but had no intention of backing off, either. “This is... oh, crap. We’re going to be one hell of a hot mess, aren’t we?”

Fuck if Riley knew what that meant, so he shrugged a little, his fingers sliding across Kelly’s hard stomach to fiddle a little with the button of the guy’s jeans. “If that’s a good thing, then yeah. Shit, I want to fucking touch you, man.”

Kelly’s stare deepened but that ripped belly tightened a little. “I. Go for it. I want to see you naked. I mean, I always figured you’d feel amazing, but I want to see you. God, I really, really want... everything, man.”

A small part of Riley crowed at the realization that Kelly had thought about how Riley would feel. How touching him would feel. The rest of him was consumed with the not-so-sudden urge to see Kelly, too. To know for sure about the cock Riley was determined to have inside him. Kelly was half Asian, so it probably wasn’t huge, but that was a good thing. Then again, it hadn’t felt small when Riley’d been pressed up against the front of those jeans, and fuck if it looked it with the denim still fastened. “You first,” he said quietly, and Kelly nodded slowly. So fucking slowly. Christ.

Riley’s fingers twitched, pushing the metal button until it popped through its loop, and Jesus. Fuck if his hands weren’t trembling, just a little, when he closed one hand around Kelly’s waistband, the other fumbling for the zipper tab for a moment before finding it and tugging slowly down.

The room was silent, save for their breath and the small
snick-snick-snick
of each zipper tooth releasing. Riley’s teeth closed over one side of his own bottom lip and he couldn’t decide where to look. Kelly’s eyes were a temptation in and of themselves -- heated and desirous -- but the lure of looking down, focusing on Kelly’s groin to see what was revealed? That was there, too. It was only the knowledge that Kelly was probably wearing some sort of underwear that kept Riley looking into Kelly’s exotic eyes, so dark and intense.

There was a moment, when Riley pushed the denim down past Kelly’s slim hips, that they almost had a problem. Riley was barefoot, but Kelly had been out and still wore his boots, which Kelly had apparently forgotten because the guy nearly fell over when he tried to step out of the jeans that had stopped dropping just below his knees. Riley caught him, though the action had them toppling onto the bed.

It was actually funny, and while Riley wasn’t sure Kelly would take it the right way, he still laughed. “Dude. Seriously? That was fucking graceful.” And Kelly laughed, too. Laughed and shook his head, even while sitting up to kick his boots across the room.

“I wasn’t thinking about being graceful,” Kelly said, a chuckle still there in his voice. “I was thinking about your hands on my... my cock. Because we seemed to be headed that way, but if you’ve changed your mind--”

Riley snorted. “Fuck that. I totally want to fucking touch you, man. And I still want you to, you know. Fuck me. Assuming we ever get you out of those fucking jeans. Jesus Christ, what are you, a sausage?” They were just jeans, of course, but Kelly laughed again, which was exactly what Riley had been going for. The added benefit was that Riley felt a little bit less likely to blow his wad before things got
really
interesting, and that would keep him from being fucking embarrassed as shit.

Kelly smiled and shook his head, then leaned in and pressed his mouth to Riley’s again, and Riley forgot all about any possible embarrassment. Fuck if he didn’t forget pretty much everything but Kelly and the way the dude was wriggling. Then Kelly moved, somehow, and Riley moaned at the sensation of that body on his own, Kelly’s legs straddling him.
That explains the wriggling around. He was getting the jeans off.
And shit, his skin is soft as fuck!

Christ, it really was. Riley felt it all along his chest where Kelly’s naked skin brushed his own, pressed and rubbed against him with every move Kelly made. He had to touch. Just had to.

His hands left the bedding, moving quickly, hungrily over Kelly’s sides, up the lean cords of muscle beside Kelly’s spine. Riley gripped hard at the top of one smoothly muscled shoulder while his other hand slid down again, finding the edge of Kelly’s underwear, then pushing underneath.

It felt strange when he stroked down the masculine curve of one buttock. Sort of like when he’d known Kelly was a dude but had still expected breasts earlier. Sense-memory wasn’t prepared for the amount of toned muscle and sharp angles, or for the hard ridge of cock grinding against his own when Kelly responded to the touches. His
senses
, on the other hand, didn’t have a single problem with the difference.

His head was spinning again, but Riley liked the sensation. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Deeper, more visceral in a way Riley couldn’t begin to fucking explain, even to himself. But he didn’t need to explain it. He understood it on a level that didn’t require words. What he was doing was good and right, in a way that made him happy, or maybe it was just Kelly that did that. Either way, he was in the right place, with the right person, and that was the only thing that fucking mattered.

“I think... we need... to be naked,” Kelly muttered against his lips just a few more long, hard kisses later. “This is good, but...”

“Yeah. More. No shit, man.” Riley’s hands left Kelly’s skin and found the sides of his own gym shorts as soon as Kelly rolled off him. Fuck if the front of the nylon wasn’t damp, too. Then again, it shouldn’t have surprised him any more than the fact that Kelly’s boxer briefs were in a similar state, when Riley looked to see Kelly mirroring the action. Fabric flew across the room, and Riley could really
see
Kelly, and “Oh. Oh, man. Fuck.” He swallowed roughly, eyes trained on the thick column of flesh against Kelly’s stomach. “Shit, that’s... Christ!”
Nice, even if I’m not ready to say so yet. Damn. Nice works.

Bigger than Riley had expected, but not massive, Kelly’s cock was fucking... well, pretty wasn’t the right word, and even if it were, Riley couldn’t see himself calling another dude’s dick pretty. Or beautiful. What it was, was Kelly’s. Probably half an inch over six, and close in color to the porcelain of Kelly’s torso, though pinker. The head was wide and a deeper pink, almost magenta, and veins stood out, bulging along the length.

Kelly’s balls were slightly smaller than Riley’s, which made sense because Riley’s entire body was bigger, including the block and tackle, but where Riley had a definite trail of hair from just below his navel, Kelly didn’t. Instead of the coarse, curly strands Riley was familiar with from his own body and from seeing the other dudes at the gym, Kelly was close to hairless, with what little decoration there was being straight and black.

It was fucking amazing how just looking at the guy had Riley’s cock firming even more.

“Dude.” Riley bit his lip, just like earlier, as he forced his gaze to travel up Kelly’s body until he met those dark eyes. “You’re fucking hot. Jesus.”

He obviously wasn’t the only one who’d been looking because Kelly released a slow breath then. “I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m dreaming,” Kelly murmured, eyes still locked hard enough on Riley’s that Riley doubted he’d be able to look away before Kelly was ready to let him. “It’s the only explanation. But I don’t give a crap, as long as nobody wakes me up. And you need to touch me. Now would be good.”

Riley almost laughed at that, except it wasn’t funny. He did want to touch Kelly. Wanted Kelly to touch him, too. Hell, more than wanting it, he fucking needed it. Needed things to move along. “Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, rising up on one elbow while he reached across the foot or so between them. His fingers found and wrapped slowly around the shaft of Kelly’s cock, and Riley groaned at the near-scalding degree of heat. All that blood, so close to the surface, and he’d never really noticed it when it was his own cock in his hand, but now that it was Kelly’s, Riley definitely took note of the temperature.