Page 58 of Waiting for Ru
Jasim was like a machine, doing a turn under the water at each end, swimming length after length and never breaking his stroke until finally he hauled himself out and stood facing the sun. Water streamed down his back, glittering drops rolling down his olive skin. His arse was outlined under the wet material and Ru wanted to put his hands on it. More than his hands. His cock swelled against the zip of his jeans, and he groaned and looked away. He needed to leave now. He should have left before, not lingered, thinking of stuff that couldn’t happen.
Ru hurried from the house with Bela’s cage and made his way down to the accommodation block. At least no one was around. They were all stick and balling in the field. He packed up as quickly as he could. Clothes first, then the bed linen. He put all his work gear in the washing machine and set it going, then returned to his room. He wouldn’t go to see Cookie and Joni. They were fine now.
At the window, he dragged a pencil across the bars of Bela’s cage, needing her to come. She didn’t. If she wasn’t close, she wouldn’t hear so he’d have to stay nearby until she found him. But not inside the grounds of Benning Hall. She’d find him within a short radius of here.
Why did I fecking kiss him? I wrecked everything.
Jasim’s cock had been heavy and aching ever since Ru had kissed him, as if that touch of lips had awakened a need inside him that he’d kept at bay for all these years. Now it was there again and he didn’t want to push it away. In his room, he’dhadto touch himself. Rough angry strokes until he’d come and it hadn’t been enough. He didn’t know whether to curse or rejoice.
He knew Ru had gone when he saw the bedroom, somehow understood he was leaving Benning Park, and his heart clenched, but maybe Ru hadn’t yet left the estate. He ran down to the accommodation and when he saw Ru’s bike still sitting next to the car, he heaved a sigh of relief. He went around to the door, and pushed it open just as Ru emerged from his room with his backpack and Bela’s cage, though the crow wasn’t in it.
“No,” Jasim said.
Ru opened his mouth, then shut it again.
“Put your things back.”
“I think it’s better—”
“I don’t.”
Ru backed into his room. Jasim followed and closed the door.
“Take off the backpack.”
Ru put down the cage, then shrugged the backpack off one shoulder and set it next to the cage.
“Running?”
“I’m a coward.”
“No, you’re not.”
But am I?Jasim stopped thinking because otherwise this wasn’t going to happen. He wanted it to happen. He’d spent too long denying himself this.
He pulled Ru to him with both hands and when their lips crashed together, they groaned into each other’s mouth. Jasim slid his hands down Ru’s back, pulling him in and Ru curved towards him. When he felt Ru’s fingers digging into his waist, and heard the catch in his breathing, Jasim wanted to drown in him. The kiss flooded his senses, threatening to wash him away, and his legs shook. Ru moved his hands to Jasim’s face, caressing the soft skin of his throat with his thumbs as the kiss continued.
Jasim couldn’t stop. If there had been a sea of spectators, he couldn’t have stopped. His tongue swept the underside of Ru’s upper lip, then ran along the ridge of his teeth. He kissed and licked and ate at Ru, losing himself in his mouth. When his hands slid over the curve of Ru’s backside, his heart jumped. He knew he needed to slow down, but the thought was swept away. He yanked up Ru’s T-shirt and pressed his palms against the bare skin of his back, only for the heat of Ru’s body to snap him out of the moment because this was racing out of control. His fingers itched to push lower, and he couldn’t let that happen. Not here. Not now.
But as he tried to move away, Ru clung onto him, his hands on Jasim’s shoulders, fingers digging in as if he were dangling from a cliff and about to fall.
“No. Don’t pull away. Don’t stop,” Ru pleaded.
“Ru! Ru!” The whisper of his name was supposed to drag them both back to a realisation of what they were doing, but they only moved closer together, hips clashing and grinding, as if they expected their clothing to disappear if they rubbed themselves together hard enough.
Jasim thought he could hear himself saying the things he should be saying.We can’t. We have to stop. I’m sorry.But maybe he didn’t. Or maybe Ru ignored him because they stayed plastered against each other, still holding on tight, still rutting.
“Please, please,” Ru whispered the words against Jasim’s lips. Then they were kissing again, more gently this time. Ru had his fingers threaded in Jasim’s hair, while Jasim couldn’t take his hands away from Ru’s waist, stroking his flesh with his thumbs, loving how Ru quivered under his touch.The heat of him… The way he breathes… Tastes, smells, feels, speaks, smiles…Ru’s jeans were tight but not so tight that Jasim couldn’t get his fingers inside the waistband if he tried. Ru writhed against him. Both their cocks were rigid.
A door slammed and Jasim jerked away as if he’d had been hit by a taser. They stared at each other as they listened to someone walking down the hallway. But whoever it was went past the door and opened another. Ru was wide-eyed with concern, but more than that… There was hope.
And seeing that, made Jasim stand his ground when Ru stepped back into his space.Don’t hurt him again.Ru came up on tiptoe and slid his hands onto Jasim’s chest, his fingers finding his nipples under his shirt, and when they hardened at Ru’s touch, the look of wonder on Ru’s face broke down another section of Jasim’s wall. The kiss was inevitable. This time it was sweeter, the way Jasim should have kissed him from the start. He held Ru’s face in his hands, swept his thumb over his lips, then kissed him again and again.
A door opened and closed and they moved apart.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Jasim whispered. “But this can’t happen here. It’s too dangerous. I need to think.”
Before lust got the better of him, Jasim pressed his lips to Ru’s forehead, and left.
