Mandarin Orange: Sweet and Sour (15 page)

“Oh, God.” It was a moan, a groan, and sounded almost pained. In fact, when Riley managed to tear himself away from watching his own big, tanned fingers against Kelly’s pale, rosy prick, he saw that Kelly’s eyes were squeezed shut, Kelly’s jaw clenching and unclenching. And yet, Riley didn’t think he was hurting the guy. At all. Huh. Was that what
he
looked like when some chick was stroking him? Riley doubted it, but Kelly definitely looked into it.

Curiosity rose and Riley tightened his grip just a little, then moved his hand slightly, stroking down, then up.

“Oh, God!” again, Kelly nearly shouting it. His hips pushed up from the bed, and Riley smirked. Then Kelly’s eyes opened again and Riley’s smirk vanished. “If you do that again, I’ll come, Riley. And I want to come, but not...”

“Not like that,” Riley finished, Kelly’s words setting his heart to beating wildly again. “Yeah. Fuck if I want you to come in my hand right now, either, man. Maybe later.” He slowly let go of Kelly’s prick and moved away to grab the lube and a string of condoms from beside the lamp. “I. Uh, how do you want to do this? I mean, fuck if I don’t want to watch you fuck me, but only if that’s okay.”

Kelly’s eyes closed but reopened so quickly it looked more like a slow blink than anything else. Then Kelly shook his head and took the tube and foil-wrapped packets, dropping them over the edge of the bed.

“I’m not going to fu... do that, Riley. Not now.” Kelly’s throat worked, Adam’s apple bobbing as the guy swallowed. “It’s. I don’t know. Too soon or something. But we can...” And Kelly moved swiftly, motions sharp and simple as he resumed his earlier position, straddling Riley, though lower this time.

Riley’s groan was automatic, comprised of equal parts frustration and excitement. He’d talk Kelly into fucking later; Riley was sure he could manage that. For the moment, though, just having Kelly’s naked skin against his own and seeing that strong, lithe body over his own? Oh, that would fucking do.

“We can what?” Riley barely recognized his own voice, it was so strained and breathy. If he hadn’t known he’d spoken, he would probably have wondered who had. “Fuck, Kelly, just do something, man! Come on!”

Kelly let loose something that sounded like a laugh, if laughs had an edge of disbelief mixed with passion in them. “D-don’t worry,” Kelly answered and Riley saw the guy was blushing. “There’s going to be coming. God, is there going to be coming.” Then Kelly shifted a bit higher, still sitting up and straddling Riley’s body, and one strong, thin hand slid beneath Riley’s cock, drawing it away from Riley’s stomach.

Fingers slid over Riley’s turgid flesh, and Riley didn’t bother trying to bite back a cry when those digits loosened, then tightened again, this time wrapping around not only Riley’s cock, but Kelly’s, too. “Oh, fuck! Kelly!”

***

God. Yes.
Those two words ran through Kelly’s mind like a mantra, a prayer, a plea. Something.
God. Yes. More
had its place in his mind, too. More was easy, really, and right at the moment, Kelly was all about easy.

Easy to stay right where he was, perched atop Riley’s form. Easy to rock slightly, forcing his own dick along Riley’s, in the tight confines of Kelly’s own fist. Easy to moan something wordless and guttural as dribbles of pre-come from both of them eased the slip and slide of thin skin and sensitive, nerve-rich flesh.

God, it was even easy to watch Riley’s face, to see each twist of Riley’s lips and every widening and narrowing of the man’s hot eyes. Easy to respond to the shifting grip Riley’s hands had taken on Kelly’s hips, though Riley wasn’t trying to direct him, Kelly knew. It was more like Riley just needed to be touching, holding on to something.

“Fuck,” Riley grunted, arching beneath him, and Kelly gasped out an agreeing breath, his free hand braced on Riley’s chest, just below one tightly budded, bronze nipple.

He moved faster, harder, fingers tight around his own dick and Riley’s, still more fluid slicking the way. Kelly gasped again as his tip nudged up against the flared ridge of Riley’s prick, the sensation seeming to travel directly from that collision to Kelly’s balls.

“Soon,” Riley moaned, and Kelly nodded.

“Uh-huh. Soon. God, so soon.” It was more words than Kelly had expected to find breath for, but when Riley nodded, a sharp exhalation leaving the man’s pink lips, Kelly was glad at having managed to speak. Then Riley started moving faster under him, hips rising and falling harder.

The movements pushed at Kelly, created more friction in his hand, and that was good. What was less good was that there suddenly seemed to be a chance that Riley might buck him off completely, before either of them finished what they’d started.

“H-hold on,” Kelly stuttered, and wonder of wonders, Riley actually seemed to hear him, because the sharp upward thrusts slowed. Kelly swallowed roughly, then opened his hand, letting Riley’s dick slap against the man’s tight, toned stomach. “Just hold on,” he said to the disappointed groan Riley released.

Kelly moved again, legs still spread wide over Riley, though straddling Riley’s groin this time. Then he lowered his chest to meet Riley’s and shifted a little more, until he felt the length of Riley’s hard prick against his own.

“Kelly, what...?” Riley started, only to stop a second later when Kelly rocked, letting their dicks slide, trapped between their bodies. “
Oh
... Yeah. That’s...” Riley’s hands slid from Kelly’s hips, moving over ribs and spine, then pushing down to grasp Kelly’s butt tightly when Kelly moved faster.

Kelly moaned, his hands flat against the bed to either side of Riley’s shoulders. “Yeah. Oh.”
God. Yes.
He stretched just enough to counter their small height difference and pressed his lips to Riley’s, surprised by how that one small meeting of mouths made things impossibly hotter. Kelly had been fairly sure they were already near to combusting, but adding a kiss to the mix was... He pulled back to acknowledge the truth of that heat. “Coming. Coming, Riley.”

“Fuck. Yeah. Yeah. Coming. Fucking
coming
, man!”

The small part of Kelly’s mind that wasn’t consumed by his own eruption of pleasure took note of the look on Riley’s face and vowed to see it again in the near future. The rest of him was lost as he spilled rough and hard against Riley’s skin and felt matching spurts of hot, viscous fluids joining his own.

He could feel Riley’s heart pounding, the rhythm matching the fast, shallow breaths coming from Kelly’s own lips as his body relaxed, seemingly one muscle at a time, and reluctantly, at that. Of course, Kelly wasn’t surprised about being reluctant. He figured he had maybe two minutes before Riley fully realized what had just happened. Regardless of what Riley had said earlier -- when the man had asked Kelly to fuck him -- Kelly expected Riley to backpedal. Straight guys just didn’t get off with their gay buddies and
not
backpedal. Or so Kelly believed.

He didn’t have any personal experience with that, himself, but he’d heard stories, and the last thing Kelly needed was to have Riley think their little frottage session meant anything, even if it did to Kelly. Because it did. Unexpectedly, it did.

It’s not that I’m in love with him or anything, but I like him. A lot. I already liked him a lot, and that was before I saw his dick and touched it and... God, that was before I’d done anything but kiss him. So I like him and I like
this
. I like being naked with him and knowing I made him come. I even like smelling his come, and how weird is that?

Pretty weird. Kelly knew that much, but just because it was weird didn’t make it less true. But Riley would start freaking out any minute. That was what straight guys did when they ended up having a bit of naked fun with another guy. And ultimately, that explained why he was so shocked when Riley’s hands moved from his butt to his ribs, then from Kelly’s ribs even higher. One stopped between Kelly’s shoulder blades while the other kept on, finally halting when it found Kelly’s hair, Riley’s fingers burrowing in and tangling there. Kelly held his breath.

“Dude.” Riley sounded strange. Not bad, Kelly decided, but strange. He couldn’t quite force himself to look at the man’s face, though. Not yet. “Dude,” Riley said again, “if that’s what it’s always like for gay guys, I’m fucking amazed there’s a single straight dude left on the planet. Fuck.”

The statement surprised a laugh out of Kelly, and even though he hadn’t planned on it, he found himself looking at Riley and smiling at the goofy, orgasm-caused grin he saw there. Even so, Kelly chose his words with care.

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” he said, “because that was... incredible. But it actually gets way better. Or, you know. It does when you’re with the right person.” Then Kelly blushed and shook his head. Carefully, because Riley still had a good grip on his hair. “I don’t mean I’m the right person for you or anything. Just that sex is sex, and it’s always good when you’re with someone who’s. Crap. I’m just making it worse.”

Obviously, because Riley had gone from goofy grin to confused-looking frown in less than a second. “So, you’re... what?” Riley muttered it, but Kelly heard him loud and clear. “Fuck. Of course you are. That’s why you didn’t want to fuck me. You’re saying you’re not the right guy, or you don’t fucking want to be. And all this, just now. The rubbing off, or whatever the fuck it’s called. That was you just tossing the fucking needy-ass straight dude a bone, right?”

God, Riley actually seemed to believe that. The man even let go of Kelly’s hair and those big hands fell to the bed. It was almost more than Kelly could believe. Then the last words registered, and even though Kelly knew it was a bad idea and tried to control the impulse, he started laughing.

It was tiny, right at first. Just a simple caught breath with a minuscule yip behind it. The next breath-and-bark was louder. The one after that was a full-fledged chortle, and Kelly could see Riley getting pissed off. He could see those hands clenching into fists, Riley’s expressive eyes narrowing with something other than passion, unless the clear urge to do serious bodily harm could be termed passion, which maybe it could. But even with his own amusement, Kelly couldn’t miss seeing the hurt hiding behind Riley’s anger.

“Sorry,” he said between laughs. “Sorry, Riley. It’s just, you said...” Another laugh. “
Tossing
. The straight guy. A
bone
!” Kelly sat up, but he was still splay-legged over Riley, that solid body right there beneath him. “Sorry!” he insisted on another chuckle.

Riley seemed to fight it for another few seconds, but then the man’s frown faded, only to be replaced by twitches at the corners of Riley’s mouth. “It’s not funny,” Riley grumbled, but those twitches kept growing until Riley’s mouth was curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile but was still far from being the angry frown Kelly had seen. “And I wasn’t punning, for fuck’s sake.”

Kelly sighed, forcing himself to swallow down the remaining mirth as he slung one leg over, settling his butt on the mattress instead of Riley. “I know.” It was easy to admit that much. Less easy to keep talking, even though Kelly knew he had to. “But it
was
kind of funny. Just the wording, not the meaning, okay? And I wasn’t trying to say. Crap.” He sighed again. “You know what, Riley? I’m not really sure about what happened here, or why. I mean, I’m obviously attracted to you. I don’t think I can pretend I’m not. And I guess it’s mutual to some extent, because you said all that the other night about liking it when I kissed you before. You definitely participated tonight, too.”

Riley’s brows rose, but Kelly kept talking, wanting to get it out before he had second thoughts about speaking his mind.

“But you’re straight, or so you keep telling me, and I’ve done my time having a ‘relationship’ with someone who didn’t classify himself as gay, and that really didn’t turn out so well. So excuse me for being a little nervous about whatever the hell this is. Because to be honest, I don’t have any idea. I’m not sure
you
do, either.”

He didn’t know what sort of reaction he’d expected, but Kelly did know that Riley surging up and grabbing him, rolling them until Kelly’s spine was pressed to the bed by the weight of Riley’s body wasn’t even on the list. Yet that was exactly where Kelly found himself.

Riley stared down at him from maybe six inches away, and there was something so determined in that dark gaze that Kelly felt his stomach flutter. There could have been an entire flock of butterflies in there, the fluttering was so intense. “Riley?”

“This is exactly why I wanted you to fuck me, man,” Riley said. He sounded serious, and the look on his face made it clear to Kelly that Riley truly was. Serious. And sincere. “Not just because I want to know what it feels like, even though I do, but I really wanted to avoid all this fucking bullshit. I guess I thought it’d be easier with a dude. Less of that hemming and hawing and whatever the fuck. I figured being with a. No. Not ‘a’ anything. You. I figured being with
you
, when I know what I want, wouldn’t involve all this fucking drama. Shit.”

Kelly’s mind reeled, and he didn’t know if it was because of what Riley was saying or how good that bigger, heavier body felt on his own. Part of it was probably due to the way he felt Riley’s dick against his thigh, obviously starting to express its interest in Kelly again.

“I. God. I can’t.” Kelly’s managed to work his hands between them and he pushed at Riley’s shoulders. “Riley, I mean it. I can’t have a coherent conversation with you when you’re touching me and getting. Crap, you’re getting hard, and we need to talk about this, and I can’t do that when...”
When I want you so badly again already, even though we just came all over each other and our come is drying on my skin.
Kelly didn’t say it, but he definitely thought it.

The noise that came from Riley then might have been a growl, or maybe a snarl. Kelly couldn’t quite define it. It didn’t matter, anyway. What mattered was that Riley pushed away, letting go. What mattered was that Kelly suddenly found himself trying not to shiver at the loss of Riley’s heat against him.