Page 128 of For the Fans
Without even realizing it, I’ve sketched a picture of Kyran, and unfortunately, it’s not the first. So in order to make myself feel better, I turn this one into a comic of him in his uniform on the football field, bent over on all fours. Face down, ass up.That’s how you like it, right, superstar?
I’m grinning and chuckling to myself, drawing people cheering in the stands, when there’s a knock at my door. And my head falls forward, a helpless growl fleeing my lips.
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…
Blatantly ignoring the satisfaction with a dash of excitement fluttering inside me, I stand up and waltz slowly out of the bedroom. But I don’t go to the door right away. I stand there, arms folded over my chest, glaring at it.
More knocking. And I cantellit’s him. He has this way of knocking that’s timidly eager, just like everything else he does with me when no one is around.
“Who is it…?” I call out, smirking.
“Avi… Please let me in,” Kyran calls softly through the door. “We need to talk.”
“I think you said enough,” I grunt. But I can’t help stepping over quietly, peering through the peephole.
I watch him shifting on his feet, fingers sifting into his golden hair. “I just… I need to talk to you. Please?”
His gaze lifts to the peephole, and I shiver when our eyes meet through it. I know he can’t see me, but we’re looking rightat each other, and it’s gnawing at my gut like a zombie is eating me alive.
I fuckinghatethat I want to let him in so badly. I wish I could just tell him to fuck off… But my body doesn’t seem to share my mind’s desire to shut him down.
My hand reaches for the lock as his eyes are flinging up and down the hallway.
“Avi…Pleaselet me in.” He’s practically pouting, and I roll my eyes. Atmyself, because I’m an idiot.
Turning the lock slowly, I flip it, then open the door. Just a crack.
Our eyes meet and we stare at each other for a second, both of our chests moving through visible breaths of anticipation. It’s futile… The attempts we’re both making.
No matter how hard he tries to push me away, he can’t stop showing up like this. And no matter how hard I fight it, I can’t escape the truth…
I don’t want him to.
Opening the door wider, I watch him as he slinks by me, closing the door and locking it once he’s inside. I press my back to it, chewing on my bottom lip while he ripples in place, wringing his hands and staring at his shoes. His eyes travel up me slowly, landing on mine. His lips part, but nothing comes out.
I’m feeling all hot and itchy under my skin, my fingers twitching with the need to touch him, then smack myself for being so dumb.
I should be yelling at him… calling him an asshole. Maybe even punching him in the face. But I don’t want to do any of that. All I want to do is…
Shoving myself off the door, I push into his space, and he backs up against the wall. His lips are trembling, cheeks blushedpink, eyes wide. I can’t even help myself… I love the way he looks way too much to think rationally.
Acting purely on impulse, I grasp his chiseled jaw in my hands, sealing our bodies together. When our dicks touch, his lashes flutter.
“I… Avi, I’m…” he stammers, but I don’t let him finish.
I don’t want to hear his mouth anymore.I just want to taste it…
Dropping my lips to his, I cut off his words and swallow his sweet, startled gasp, kissing him fast and sucking him rough. There’s very little fight in him right now, none of his usual hesitation. He gives in to me right away, opening up wide for me, petting my tongue with his while we breathe and grunt through the vicious suction.
His hands are shaky as he slides them onto my lower back, fingers creeping inside the waist of my pants. And I’m just holding his face still, keeping him right where I want him, sucking and biting those plush lips until my dick is engorged between us.
Kyran pulls me closer, tugging my hips to his. Grinding my length on him, I can feel how hard he is already, his dick stiff and aching to be freed. Which gives me an idea.
Kissing him a few more times, I pry my lips off and quickly spin him around so that his front is plastered to the wall. I drop a few tender kisses on the nape of his neck, and he arches up to me while I reach around to his front to undo his pants.
Our panting rings through the room as I drop to my knees, bringing his pants and boxers down with me. Cupping his ass, I’m admiring how firm yet perfectly round it is, practically drooling like I’m awaiting a forbidden feast of peachy goodness.
Reaching through his legs, I grab his cock and he groans. I aim it downward, stroking him in my fist, kissing and nipping his cheeks.
