Page 36 of Full Split
“That was post-surgery. I was stitched up and swollen. It was horrific.”
“I’ve seen you like that,” I say. “And it doesn’t change anything about how I feel right now.”
It’s only a reminder of how fucked up this is. I know it is. I sat there at his bedside when the doctors came in and explained how the catheter worked. Niles was just a kid to me then, my son’s best friend that had become like family. It was never a thought in the world that I could ever see him any other way, but now…
“I need to see,” he breathes.
“You’re a brat.”
“Want to test me?” His eyes burn. “Because I’m being so good right now.”
I’m hit with a memory of the forsaken sandwich incident. Those words that made me feel like I was spiraling.
I’d be so good for you…
“So good…” I choke out under my breath. “…for…me.”
“Yes,” he says, his words trembling. “I’ll be so good for you. I promise.”
Is it me or is the water churning? Swirling, faster and faster, creating a vortex that could suck me under and drown me at any moment. It’s pulling all the air out of the room and replacingit with heat. Thick, syrupy, chlorinated waves of heat that won’t inflate my lungs enough to do more than make me dizzy.
Niles stands, water dripping down his hips and thighs. The eerie light at the bottom of the hot tub changes color from blue to purple. His pale skin glows, the shadows of the room catch in every bump and ridge of his abs.
He pushes the Speedo, darker now that it’s been submerged in water, down his hips. The thin line of hair that trails from his belly button grows thicker until it gives way to a triangle of dark curls. The Speedo falls away and gets kicked over to my side of the small pool. I feel the heavy fabric of it plop against my shin before it sinks into the water, but my eyes don’t leave Niles.
He sits on the edge of the tub, mirroring my pose. Then he leans back and spreads his legs. He displays himself for me and waits, watching me carefully while I take him in. It’s a test. I know it is, and I suppose part of me understands why it’s important. His life experiences have made him wary of true acceptance.
The truth is, the size and shape of his anatomy doesn’t matter. It’s not what makes him irresistible. It’s not what I want from him.
But he’s right. It’s all very different from the post-op nightmare of blood, swelling, and horrific bruising that I got an accidental glimpse of in the hospital. The context is different, too.
He’s beautiful.
So beautiful, I’m eating my earlier thoughts. Because while I truly don’t believe that his anatomy would change this attraction, I can definitely see how it’s about to make my life a whole lotharder.
Everything from the pale skin of his inner thighs to the short curly hairs at the apex of his thighs, to the small dick hanging over the soft, wet, exposed flesh of his vulva, is causing my brain to rewire itself. Maybe it's a trick of the changing lights beneath the water, but his dick, engorged and red with blood, looks like it’s pulsing. And either it’s coincidental, or my heartbeat has rearranged itself to pulse in time with the throbbing.
My head swims. My mouth fills with saliva.
I forget how to breathe. I’m lost in a trance for I don’t know how long before he cocks his head again, and I move on auto-pilot. I don’t take my shorts off all the way, but I lower them down enough that I’m fully exposed. My cock is rigid and curved towards my body. It throbs in my hand as my eyes briefly take in the way Niles eyes me like something to eat.
The deal was to show each other, nothing more, but my hand has a mind of its own, slowly stroking up and down my shaft. So achingly slow. Just enough to assure myself that this is real. To take some pressure off my throbbing, leaking length that I swear has never been this painfully stiff in my life.
Niles groans and reaches between his legs, pushing his middle finger inside himself and dragging it out, slick and glistening. He rubs his first two fingers and thumb together, spreading the moisture. My mouth waters and my cock jerks in approval.
Leaning back on one hand, Niles uses his slick fingers to continue touching himself. He holds his cock with his thumb and two fingers and strokes himself just as slowly as I am. My eyes are locked on the motion, at the way his pace changes as mine does. I speed up my strokes little by little until he’s moving at a pace that I can tell feels good to him. His abs flex, and his breathing picks up.
I’ve never wanted to touch another person as much as I want to touch him right now. Instead of leaning back and giving into the pleasure I’m feeling, I’m leaning forward, paying close attention. I watch every little jerk and movement of his body, every intake of breath, every move of his fingers as he strokes himself. Learning how he likes to be touched like maybe someday I’ll get the pleasure of touching him this way. Filing away the pace, the way he holds himself, the way he tenses whenever his fingers come together at the top before pushing the skin around his shaft down to expose the glans.
I’m leaning so far forward I nearly fall in when Niles moans my name.
My eyes shoot to his, and he asks, “Let me see you come?”
And thank fuck, because the second our eyes lock, it’s already happening. There’s no stopping it. My orgasm sucker punches me in the gut, and I groan, stroking hard and fast as I unload. I shoot so hard my cum nearly makes it clear across the hot tub, hitting the surface of the water with an audible splash.
“Mmmpf.Fuck—” Niles’ mouth drops open, his eyes bouncing between the mess and my hand working the last of the load from my balls. His head falls back and he moans, his whole body tightening, abs twitching. His legs close and push together as he writhes and I white knuckle the edge of the hot tub to keep from pouncing across the water and drinking him in.
When he finally opens his eyes and looks back at me, I’m dumbstruck by what just happened. I’m not sure what to feel about it. I feel like I should be ashamed, but I’m not. What I just saw wasn’t just hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. It was…
