Page 111 of For the Fans
I might have blacked out.
But when I come to, we’re kissing. Softly, passionately panting together… surviving on one other’s exhales. His hands are gripping my chest and mine are on his face, in his hair. And we’re kissing so hard and needy, my lips have gone numb.
“Ky…” I whisper his name on a groan in between sounds of wet suction.
“Yea?” His fingers drag over my pecs like he can’t get enough; can’t stop touching and feeling. He’s all sensation, and I get it.
So am I.
“That was the best sex of my life,” I purr on his mouth, my hips gradually stroking in him some more, because it still feels incredible, and I don’t want to stop. I want to stuff my cumdeeper. I want tolivemoving in him like this.
Our kisses slow to a halt, and I inch back to stare down at him. I just have to take this in… The starry-eyed fascination on his face. He looks like a completely different person right now.
I know it won’t last. In the blink of an eye, he’ll be back to regular old Kyran; my mean, grouchy stepbrother. He’ll remind me that we’re doing this for the money, and I’ll agree.
But right now, just for a moment, I have to stare… to savor this version of him.
Grabbing his hand in mine, I use his fingers to swipe through the cum on his abs. Then I bring them up to his mouth. And to my surprise, he parts his lips, allowing me to push them inside. He sucks the cum off, and I pull them back, licking up the rest before kissing him again, filthy and fuckingfull.
After a moment, we pry apart, and we both blink. Somehow sharing the same thought, our heads turn slowly to the tripod where my camera is recording.
Oh yea… Totally forgot about that.
Kyran clears his throat, face flushing an even deeper red as he starts to squirm.
“I’m gonna pull out…” I murmur. Not sure why… Maybe I just feel like he needs to be walked through this, because he looks a little terrified again.
Tugging my dick out of him slowly, he groans and bites his lip, wincing as he props up on his elbows. And I’m staring at my cum as it drips from his ass. Fuckingwild.
Reacquainting myself with reality, I hop up on legs like jelly, rushing to shut the camera off.
Kyran is staring down his frame, gawking like he’s never seen it before. Like in one of thoseFreaky Fridaysituations where you wind up in someone else’s body…
Slinking back to the bed, I sit down next to him, trailing my fingers over his shoulder. “Do you want to take a shower?” His eyes spring to mine. “Alone, I mean. Not like…withme.” I breathe out steadily and shake my head. “I’m just saying, if you want to take a shower, you can.”
He stares at me for a moment before nodding. “Yea… Thanks. I think that would be…” His gaze falls to the puddle of cum between his legs, and he gulps the word, “Helpful.”
Sliding off the bed, he trots, walking sort of awkwardly toward the bathroom. He goes inside and closes the door… But I don’t hear the distinct click of the lock. Which is interesting.
“God, what the fuck…” I shake my head.
Deciding that I need to move, to distract myself from thinking about the insanity of my first time having sex with a man, who also happens to be my stepbrother, I flit around, busying myself with cleaning up. But the whole time I’m stripping off my sheets and replacing them with clean ones, I’m so veryawareof Kyran’s presence. I hear the shower running, and I just can’t help but wonder what would happen if I went in there…
If I got in and stood behind him with the water running over our bodies. If I wrapped my arms around his waist, and maybe… kissed his neck a little.
Fuck, man. I am so screwed.
Why am I thinking about this??
Shut it down, Avi. Lock it up in the safe and forget the combination.
He’s in the shower for a solid half-hour, and I can’t stop picturing him sitting on the floor in there, hugging his knees to his chest. I guess my first time having gay sex has turned me into a total nut job, because by the time he emerges, with fresh skin and wet hair all tousled about, I have to actively keep reminding myself to calm the hell down.
Kyran pads quickly over to the rest of his clothes and gets dressed while I just flutter in the middle of the room.
“So… When do you want to watch it?” I ask, and he peeks at me. “You know, to make sure it… came out good?”
He chews on his lip for a few seconds before muttering, “I think it came out fine. I don’t want to watch it…”
