Page 18 of A Really Gay Book
My thumb traced his upper lip without my permission. And then, since that wasn’t enough, it moved to his lower lip. That McIntosh red, pouting lip that had been haunting my dreams. I pressed on it until he opened up and let my thumb inside, allowing me access I was ready to take, whatever the consequences.
My hand tightened around his jaw, holding it open, and Apple let out the filthiest little moan I had ever heard. My cock hardened against Apple’s soft stomach, and he moaned again, tongue lapping at my thumb. The digit was obscenely large in contrast to his mouth, and I wondered what his mouth would look like with my cock stuffed inside it.
It took every ounce of restraint I had to stop myself from finding out immediately. Just imagining burying myself inside his tiny little mouth…
“Adam,” Apple slurred around my thumb, trying to pull away. It took longer than I was proud of before I allowed him to do so. He licked his lips and continued. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to come in my pants.”
That didn’t sound like a bad thing. We were young. I could get him hard again soon enough.
“How am I looking at you?”
Apple’s eyes were blown out and he whispered, “Like you’re going to eat me alive.”
My face must have done something interesting because Apple’s breath stuttered, and he pressed his face against my chest.
“Ahhhh, fuck. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but let’s slow down for a second.” He pulled back to look at me.
I raised an eyebrow at him in question. Slowing down sounded like a terrible idea. Being inside Apple was a much better plan.
“I might hate myself for this in a minute, but I’ll hate myself more later if you ghost me for my own good when your brain is in charge again.” Apple wasn’t looking me in the eye anymore.
I hated it so much I nearly forced him to look at me. I wanted Apple’s attention. All of it. I wanted him looking at me, thinking about me, and writhing on top of me.
I wanted it so bad I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him. Right now, I was fixated on one thing.
Fucking Apple.
“You’re still looking at me that way,” Apple said breathily.
“How can you tell when you won’t look at me?”
“I can… oh fuck, I canfeelit.” Apple’s hand went to my leg, stroking up the inside, just shy of touching my cock. “God, everything about you feels so good. At least I’m not the only one with a camping problem. No. Bad, Apple! Talk first. Then camping.”
I blinked. “Camping?” The sheer randomness of the Apple chatter washing over me was enough to wake me up a little. I’d been trying to warn Apple about something…
Shit.
“I’m not going to kill you with my dick, Apple,” I said without thinking.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! I’m safe around you. You don’t have to worry about your luck hurting me.” Apple’s hand stopped its distracting activity, and I wasn’t sad about it. Really, I wasn’t.
Much.
“No, I mean I refuse to kill you with my dick. Or any other part of me.”
“I’m going to sidestep commenting on the parts of me that I insist on getting murdered by your dick and move back to my original point.” Apple tapped my hips with his hands. “Up,” he commanded.
Who was I to disobey? I barely understood what was happening. If Apple wanted distance, I would give it to him. Especially since there was an unstable part of me that wanted nothing more than to bury myself in him and cover him in my scent so everyone knew he belonged to me.
Dammit, Adam, focus.
I removed myself from his lap and slid to the floor to sit cross-legged in front of him.
“Thank you. Goodness, you’re still quite big. Even while sitting on the floor.” Apple coughed and leveled his gaze just past the top of my head like he was trying hard to focus too. “Anyway, my original point is that I have the best luck anyone has ever had. But when I met you, I started to have random bits of average luck. And a tiny bit of bad luck too.”
“That’s why I don’t think—”
Apple pressed two fingers against my lips. “Shush. I’m not done yet, so wait your turn.”
