A/N: First off, apologies for how late this is. I really wanted to post this sooner, and I hate leaving updates for so long, but I've been pretty busy lately/distracted by a oneshot I'm also working on/did have a little bit of writer's block when writing this chapter. But I made it! It's posted! Yay! Thank you for being patient (I hope this chapter makes up for the wait), and I hope you enjoy!
"Good evening, folks! Mike Turnbull and Bob Ridgers here, and we are honoured to bring you tonight's match-up that is set to be the most exciting game of the season so far. The Denver Mustangs versus last year's Olympus Cup champions, the Philadelphia Pumas."
"Taking on any team fresh from Olympus Cup victory is always going to be a formidable challenge, but even more so when you've just acquired their fullback! Mike, do you think the Mustangs can work this to their advantage?"
"I do, Bob. I mean, Eric Cartman was an instrumental component to the Pumas victory last year, and if you put aside the fumble he had during his first game against the Tigers, he's really shone at the Mustangs. I think he's invigorated them, and they've been on an astounding winning streak lately. It's phenomenal!"
"It truly is, but let's not forget that the Pumas have been incredibly impressive too in this still very young season. I just wonder if this unique position Eric Cartman finds himself in will get to his head? Will the Pumas rumble him more than any other Mustang player out on the field?"
"Well, we've all seen how single-minded Eric Cartman is when it comes to football. You know, he gets out there with one thing on his mind and that is to win, even if he has to disrupt the status quo, play dirty, and make the crowd and all you folks watching at home, wince a little at how far he will go. I mean, he is ruthless! And whether or not you agree that's the right way to play football is irrelevant to Eric Cartman, because the stats speak for themselves. The Pumas are old news to him now, because when he triumphs tonight he's gonna be wearing a Mustangs shirt."
Kyle was taking a break from networking so he could listen to the TV commentary. He wished he could be as excited and giddy with anticipation as the other chattering attendees in the executive lounge, for what was indeed a crucial game. Kyle hadn't felt this nervous since their very first game of the season, when everything felt so unpredictable and Eric was the undeniable mascot for that. Eric didn't seem to be done surprising him though. Kyle never could have predicted that he would nestle into his charms, or wind up in his bed. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop a shy smile spreading across his face. It was only yesterday they had established the terms of what this clandestine development in their relationship entailed, an entirely new deal sealed with kisses rather than signatures. They both assumed their trysts would be stress-relieving, and Kyle wanted to laugh at that notion now, stomach knotted with anxiety and he felt as though his whole body was thrumming with impatience. Or maybe it was withdrawal? Maybe just one hit of Eric's kiss, his hands on him, his ragged, earnest words murmured in his ear would placate him? But that was ridiculous, Kyle knew, and beyond inconvenient. He couldn't just march down to the locker room, drag Eric to a private place, and work each other up just to unwind spectacularly. Kyle's mouth grew heavy, and his underwear tight. Blinking, he snapped himself out of it and scanned the room to make sure nobody had noticed him wander off into a sultry trance.
He vowed to himself he would try to watch that, and he had tried hard to banish all thoughts of Eric when he stepped into the executive lounge. All he needed was reassurance, hence he was paying so much attention to the veteran commentators, trying to find comfort in their words, to inspire hope that Eric would play another great game. But it was no use. He hated how the only person he would believe right now was Eric himself. Sighing, he reached for his phone in his pocket, and scanning the room one last time, made his way to a quiet corner.
"Hey."
He stared at the text for a few seconds, then pressed send before he could start to doubt himself. But he knew that one greeting wouldn't be enough to quell his nerves. Taking a bracing breath like he was relinquishing his pride, he typed:
"Feeling ok?"
He didn't hesitate sending it this time. He watched the still screen, finding it in himself to wait patiently for an answer. Although he knew it was highly unlikely Eric would even have his phone on him now, let alone find the time to reply when he was probably too busy psyching himself up for the game, joining the guys in pre-match rituals to ready themselves. Kyle almost smiled at the image, but instead shook his head at how silly he was being... needy, even. His heart leapt and took up temporary residence in his throat when he saw that Eric was typing.
"I feel great. Gonna destroy those motherfuckers," he replied. The text was accompanied by an emoji with dead, crossed out eyes and a muscular arm flexing.
Kyle chuckled, not knowing what he expected but delighted with what he received.
Half time, and the Mustangs were losing by a considerable margin. A concerning margin too, when the whole stadium - even the suits that surrounded Kyle - seemed to seethe and slump as the depleted clock granted them some reprieve from their asses getting kicked. Kyle could hear the solemn commentators decide that maybe they had spoken too soon about Eric's unflappable confidence. It merely echoed the sight of Eric throwing his helmet down on the field, and dragging his hands through his hair. He watched Butters jog over to him, clapping him on the back as they trudged to the locker room together.
Kyle frowned when he thought of the unenviable task Coach Kern had to rally his players. It was a tempting thought, to head down to the locker room with a rousing speech of his own but Kyle couldn't find any words that weren't flimsy, half-hearted, or desperately hopeful. It was certainly not the first defeat he would experience, or had experienced as owner. But this match-up had been contentious and tender before the Pumas had set foot in the stadium. Now they were poised to trample the Mustangs. Kyle winced, but soon felt a familiar, comforting hand on his shoulder.
"It'll be okay, bubbe," his mom said with an imploring smile, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "We can still turn it around in the third and fourth quarters, you'll see..."
Kyle sighed, his shoulder falling beneath his mom's palm, and nodded. Of course she was right, halfway down the road there was always opportunity for a detour. Momentous, pivotal decisions could be made in a split-second. It was so easily forgotten, when everything you had was poured into a game... including your common sense. And if Eric, volatile and impassioned, had lost sight of that too then Kyle could remind him. He offered his mom a tight smile.
"Excuse me..." he muttered, before heading to the bathroom.
Once there, he pulled out his phone and began to type.
"Relax. You can do this. There's still time."
Kyle stuck around while he waited for a reply. But after a couple of minutes he still received nothing. It was unsettling, frustrating, to be unable to get through to Eric, to not know what he was thinking, even though they were not so far away from each other. But being professional meant keeping their distance. and being casual meant not getting hung up when a text went unanswered.
With that in mind, Kyle headed back to the lounge and returned to his comfortable seat. His phone stayed silent for the remainder of halftime.
Five minutes remained on the clock. Three hundred seconds for the Mustangs to edge out the Pumas and snag an impossible victory. An incredible feat in every sense of the word. Eric seemed to have seized every possible opportunity, every possible second, and was hurtling down the field with it, hoarding them as closely to his chest as the ball. Kyle had never seen him sprint like that; energised, and grateful, and - Kyle liked to hope at least - invigorated by his words.
Eric narrowly dodged the tackles of his former teammates, shrugging them off, elbowing their outstretched, greedy hands, and even wrestling them when the end zone was in reach. Kyle was sure he'd have leather buried beneath his fingernails after the clock ran out. His knuckles were strained white as he gripped the armrests of his chair, his shoulders pulled taut and his spine seemed to strain with the pressure of the dwindling minutes. Even his mom, so shrewd and optimistic at halftime, was hunched forward as though contemplating whether the team had enough energy, enough time. She ruined her expensive manicure between her teeth.
Eric reached the end zone, and the whole stadium seemed to hold in a breath. Kyle wouldn't dare breathe until it was official. He threw the ball down, and the collected, bated breath of the fans erupted into an ecstatic, deafening cheer. Kyle jumped up and yelled, feeling the floor beneath him quake as the other guests jumped from their barstools, or their leather chairs, cheering, and embracing each other. Kyle laughed helplessly at the sight of his mom jumping up and down, beehive hairdo bobbing as she clapped. She grinned, and pulled him into her arms.
"Oh my God, I can't believe we did that!" Kyle exclaimed.
"Oh, I'm so happy for you, bubbe!" she replied, giving him a squeeze.
Kyle felt his phone buzz against his leg, and slipped out of his mom's embrace. He glanced at the field below and saw that it was now empty. Returning to his phone, an uncontrollable smile spread across his face when he saw that Eric had texted him.
"Told you I'd crush them."
Kyle pursed his lips, giddy.
"It took you long enough."
"Aren't you going to congratulate me?" Eric soon replied, punctuated with a couple of winking emojis.
Kyle rolled his eyes.
"Congratulations. How do you feel?"
"Fucking incredible."
The corners of Kyle's mouth piqued upwards. Before he could reply, another text came through.
"I want to see you."
Kyle's mouth dropped, heavy now. His breath snagged on the plea disguised as a demand. He knew better than to heed to it.
"Meet me in the tunnel in 5 minutes," Eric added, before Kyle could dissuade him.
Kyle didn't reply, because even despite his better judgement, the promises he had made to himself, he knew he was going to be in that tunnel in five minutes. He knew that he wanted to see Eric too. He tucked his phone inside his pocket, jittery with impatience to get out of the room as quickly as possible.
"Ma, I'm just gonna head down to the locker room real quick, okay?"
"Sure, go ahead, sweetie!" his mom replied, waving him off. She was already in conversation with an old friend of the team.
Kyle smiled to himself, weaving through the crowd of tipsy, congratulatory guests, nodding, and shaking their hands all the while. He was almost at the door when an AFA director blocked his path. One of the old-school guys, the type who had defended his dad in the privacy of a post-meeting boardroom.
"Mr Broflovski!" he grinned, extending his hand for Kyle to shake. "Congratulations on the game, son... I mean, sir!" he laughed, and shook his head. "Sorry, it's just that we don't have a lot of young bucks at this level!"
"No problem, sir," Kyle replied. He was soaring too high right now to be bristled by his condescension. Though he did squeeze his ancient hand a little harder. "And thank you."
"Tell me, is your father going to make an appearance up here sometime soon?" he enquired. "How's he doing?"
"He's doing well, sir," Kyle replied, though any news he received about his dad lately came second-hand from his mom. "I'm sure he'll attend a game when he finds the time."
Or the balls.
"Fantastic. It's a shame he can't be here to see what a tremendous job you're doing with the team." He leaned in closer with a glint in his eye. "I can see an Olympus Cup in the near future!"
"Well, thank you, sir," Kyle replied, trying his best to be humble. But he was feeling pretty confident about the Mustangs' chances too lately. "That's what we're aiming for."
"I'm sure it is." The AFA director smiled warmly, before clapping Kyle's shoulder and spotting somebody else in the room he wanted to converse with.
Once his attention was elsewhere, Kyle took the opportunity to slip out of the lounge.
Stood in the tunnel alone, Kyle could hear the footsteps and murmurings of fans departing the stadium above his head, could see the empty field in the distance... but still no sign of Eric. Of course it was typical of him to make Kyle wait, to make a grand entrance, to leave him fidgety with anticipation, to irritate him with his tardiness only to placate him with a soothing smile, and a sincerely apologetic kiss. But Kyle couldn't fantasise about such things when his very presence was unwarranted, sure to draw suspicion if anybody saw him. He chose to wait in the deep, concealing shadows, hoping they would protect him.
He froze when he heard the echoing sound of footsteps approaching him, but had no time to sigh and smile in relief when he saw Eric's purposeful grin cut through the dark. Without a greeting, Eric cupped Kyle's face as swiftly as he caught that precious, game-winning ball and brought their lips together, smothering the tiny, surprised noise that escaped Kyle's mouth. He drank Kyle in as gladly as the celebratory champagne that was no doubt flowing in the locker room, and Kyle tilted his head and reached up to catch a luxuriant drop of Eric. Hot, plush, and heady, Kyle had to grip Eric's sides to ground himself into the kiss he didn't know he'd been missing all day. But Eric was just as weightless, when Kyle gave his shirt a tug and they both stumbled. Kyle found himself pressed up against the wall, but the feeling of the cold stone against his back melted away when Eric's warm mouth and hands were still on him.
They were panting when they finally relinquished each other. Kyle's skin burned against his clothes, and the space felt humid and smouldering between them. A giddy smile thawed out the numbness in his lips.
"Hmm, that was just what I needed..." Eric murmured, pinked, and transfixed on Kyle's mouth.
Kyle chuckled, flustered and flattered.
"What you need is a shower," he joked, though he had gladly inhaled Eric's scent when their lips were locked. He smelt of a victory Kyle wanted to revel in for as long as he could.
"I didn't hear you complaining yesterday..."
Kyle rolled his eyes and pulled Eric to his lips again. There was no use resisting them when they were so close, and Kyle would've stayed tucked away with Eric in the tunnel all night if he could... if they didn't have so many responsibilities, people sure to come looking for them.
"Seriously though, you better go shower," Kyle said, still a little breathless. He placed his hands on Eric's chest to dissuade him from kissing him again. He smiled. "I'm sure the press is clamouring for an interview with you, MVP."
The disappointment faded from Eric's smile, instead replaced with an arrogant sparkle that lit up his grin. He sighed dramatically, and placed his hand on the wall, just above Kyle's head.
"I suppose you're right, chief," he replied. He raked his gaze over Kyle. "God, they just can't get enough of me..."
Kyle chuckled, though knew the feeling. Eric's content, lazy smile soon shrank into one of contemplation. His hand slid from the wall.
"So do you wanna do something later?" he asked.
The tantalising invitation raced up Kyle's spine like a bolt of lightning, making him stand to attention.
"Yeah, sure." He nodded, hoping he didn't sound as eager as he felt. "I'll call you."
"Great." Eric grinned.
Since Kyle's apartment was the nearest safe place for them to be together without fear of attracting prying eyes, they decided to meet there after Kyle was finished with post-game drinks in the executive lounge, and as soon as Eric could slip away from the bar. He had sent Eric his address on his way home, and was now rushing around his apartment in an attempt to freshen up the place until Eric arrived... or to occupy his thoughts from drifting into feverish fantasies of him. Their secret kisses in the tunnel earlier had enlivened him, ignited a craving within him that he had been trying to suppress all day. Now that he had caved, now that he was reminded of what he had been missing, no amount of praise, promising conversation, or expensive champagne could distract him from daydreams of Eric, or replicate the same thrill he offered Kyle.
He had smoothed down the sheets, and plumped the pillows, though Kyle knew Eric wouldn't notice any of those things when he had rid him of his clothes and pinned him to the bed. He was now stood in front of his bedroom mirror, fussing with his curls and tugging at his clothes despite the fact that Eric would ruin his hair with his eager fingers, that his clothes would soon be in a heap only a few inches away from his feet very soon. Kyle swallowed a whimper, and with quivering fingers reached for a bottle of cologne. It glistened on his skin, sharp and warm, and Kyle knew Eric would appreciate burying his nose in the scent when his lips wandered. Kyle almost dropped the bottle when he heard a loud knock at the door. Demanding and covert, it could only be one person. He grinned at his reflection, before setting down the bottle and rushing to answer the door.
Hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, Eric actually appeared shy when Kyle opened the door.
"Hi..." he smiled.
"Hey..." Kyle replied, Eric's shyness was contagious along with his smile. Perhaps it was because they were standing on the threshold of a boundary? On one side a place where they had to be careful, on the other a place where the world could easily be shut out and they made the rules. Kyle wanted Eric to join him on his side of the door. "Come in."
He stepped aside to let Eric in, and when he shut the door behind him he seemed to be locking out any apprehension with it. Eric had been the brave one during their rendezvous in the tunnel, bringing Kyle to his lips before he could express any doubt. Rejecting caution and wholeheartedly embracing desire. It was Kyle's turn now. Before Eric could say another word, Kyle cupped his face and pulled him to his lips. Soon, Eric's hands found Kyle's waist and brought him flush, readily deepening the kiss.
"I've been waiting for this all night..." Eric murmured, hot breath ghosting Kyle's mouth when their kisses relented.
Kyle nodded. Eric's flushed, gleaming lips and dark, golden eyes were hazy in his vision.
"Me too," he replied, ragged, before capturing Eric's mouth again.
His hands slid from Eric's searing cheeks into his hair, clutching a chestnut handful before one shaking hand grasped the nape of his neck. Kyle soon found himself buckling under Eric's hot, talented tongue and ever deepening kiss. His hands found Kyle's ass and squeezed, ensnaring him in his arms and holding him tight when Kyle started to swoon and grow limp. Kyle tugged at Eric's hair even harder, and the hand on his neck soon wandered to his shoulder.
He blindly began to lead Eric to his bedroom, and his melting mind started to wonder if Eric was just as caught in his thrall, hypnotically following Kyle's lead. Kyle's heel, however, soon met his couch. But he didn't care when he lost his footing, stumbling onto the couch and taking Eric with him. They huffed and smiled, lips ghosting each other before gravity reunited them. The leather squished and stuck to Kyle's clothes growing damper by the minute as they writhed and kissed. With a faint huff, he propped himself up to find the zip of Eric's jacket. The delight of hearing the zip come undone clutched Kyle's heart the way tearing into a birthday present did. He pulled it from Eric's shoulders and threw it to the carpet, hands impatient to return to his wide, heaving chest. His fingers raked over the soft cotton of his shirt, longing to feel the hot skin beneath.
"The AFA directors I spoke to tonight..." Kyle managed to breathe out between kisses. "They couldn't shut up about you... that touchdown..." Kyle squeezed Eric a little tighter. "You were fucking incredible today..."
"Yeah?" Eric murmured.
Kyle swallowed the word like a pill when Eric claimed his lips again. He nodded, tongues brushing together, and he pulled back ever so slightly so he could look into Eric's eyes. Goosebumps prickled his skin when he swore through his haze he saw Eric's lips parted with flattery and surprise rather than pulled into an arrogant smile. Kyle couldn't revel in his discovery for too long though, for Eric's lips soon spread into a grin, lighting up his eyes and drawing attention to his wide, galvanised pupils.
"Did it turn you on?" he teased.
"What?"
"My touchdown," Eric replied, pressing his forehead to Kyle's and grinning encouragingly.
Kyle rolled his eyes, his already flushed face growing warmer. It was an exhilarating moment, and the relief he felt watching Eric score that touchdown and tip the game into victory was glorious and visceral, but he wasn't turned on. His mom was sat next to him, for God's sake! He noticed Eric was stroking his thigh, and smirked.
"Okay, I got a little excited," he admitted. "But I wasn't turned on." He gave Eric's shoulder a pinch and lowered his gaze to his lips. "Don't flatter yourself."
Eric chuckled, seemingly pleased with his answer nonetheless, and closed the gap between their lips.
"Although..." Kyle murmured when their lips separated. "It was very impressive. You said you wouldn't let me down, and you kept to your word."
Eric grinned, eyes fond and lidded.
"Well, you're the boss..."
"Right," Kyle replied, before his hands wandered to Eric's chest. He stroked him as he contemplated what he was about to offer. A little reward for playing so well today, for not letting him down. "But what if I wasn't? Just for tonight?"
Eric pulled back, and Kyle noticed his eyes searching him with a furrowed brow.
"What do you mean?"
Kyle sighed.
"I mean..." He looked into Eric's eyes with his most confident grin. "Since you did so great today, how about you be the boss? I think you deserve it. So tonight, we'll do whatever you want to do. You can be the boss of me, for a change..."
Despite the nerves he felt with his proposal, Eric's breath catching on intrigue made it all worth it. Told him he was onto something. Kyle had to bite his lip before he lost the cool control he had on his grin.
"So..." Eric paused to submit to his own grin. "You'll do whatever I tell you to do?"
"Sure..." Kyle shrugged, before he realised he had no idea exactly what he was agreeing to, or what Eric had in mind. He gulped, and his eyes widened. "As long as it's not too weird, or, like, kinky. Not that I think you would be into anything weird... and it wouldn't be a bad thing if you were! As long as it's legal. God, I'm not a prude! I'm not! That stuff just isn't my thing, and I..." he sighed, wincing with embarrassment. "Fuck."
Kyle buried his head in his hands, though Eric's warm laughter soon thawed him out.
"Sorry," he said, lowering his hands and frowning. "I'm terrible at this. I was just trying to be sexy and-"
"Woah, wait a minute, trying to be sexy? Kyle, you don't need to try. You're sexy all the time!"
Kyle rolled his eyes, face simmering. Of course Eric would say that when it was guaranteed he was getting into his pants.
"Right..."
"I'm serious!" Eric argued. He sighed, eyes roaming Kyle's body before they returned to his own with a smile. "You're sexy when you laugh, when you yell at me-"
Kyle couldn't help but laugh at that one. It faded however, when Eric held his chin between his thumb and index finger. His thumb was resting on Kyle's bottom lip. Eric's smile had vanished, and Kyle could only see his surprised reflection in his eyes. It were if as though he had completely taken over, and was all Eric could see in the world. His voice was gentle and earnest when he spoke.
"And Friday night, when you were lying next to me, all..." A fond smile wavered on his lips. "Spent, and happy, smiling like you didn't want to be anywhere else, I swear, I've never wanted you more. You were perfect."
Before Kyle could melt into a swooning puddle at Eric's lap, he tugged at his shirt and smashed their lips together, emboldened by his words. He wanted to be the person Eric remembered standing up to him in the locker room, undressing by his pool, and who stayed the night at his place. Fearless and passionate.
"So what do you wanna do now?" Kyle asked, mouth flushed and tingling from the hard kiss, still holding fistfuls of Eric's shirt.
Eric was grinning and biting his lip.
"First off..." he said, standing up. "Where's your bedroom?"
"Um, just through there..." Kyle replied, pointing in the direction of his room.
Eric's eyes followed, and he nodded.
"Right" he said, before grabbing Kyle's sides.
"What-"
Kyle interrupted himself with a yelp as Eric threw him over his shoulder. His stomach heaved at the speed of which is feet left the floor, the room tumbling in his vision. But Eric's arm soon secured him, wrapped around his thighs, and he gave him a reassuring hitch before he was carried to his bedroom. His arms dangled at Eric's back as he watched the living room disappear from his view, and soon Eric was dropping him onto the mattress. The springs bounced beneath him and Eric climbed on the bed with a self-satisfied smirk.
"Are you always going to carry me everywhere?" Kyle asked, still a little breathless even though Eric had literally done all the heavy lifting.
Eric shrugged, on his knees and already throwing his shirt on the floor.
"Probably," he replied. He gave Kyle a short nod. "Clothes off."
Kyle's fingers flew to his belt, unbuckling it with shaky hands. He raised his hips as he tugged his pants down his legs, kicking them off his ankles. He felt the weight of Eric's body being lifted off the mattress as he removed his own pants, but didn't look up to watch Eric's disrobing. He knew it would only distract him. Eric's wide, pleased grin, and his darkened eyes still glimmering with wickedness when he saw Kyle had obeyed him, had given him exactly what he wanted, was just as tantalising a sight as Eric bare in front of him. He peeled his socks off his feet, and then worked on unbuttoning his shirt. When every button was swiftly opened he shrugged his shirt off as though it were on fire, abandoning it on the carpet with his other clothes. He lifted his hips again to remove his underwear, cock straining the material already. The mattress dipped under the weight of two large, bare knees as Kyle's underwear slid down his calves, and Eric tugged the pesky boxers from his ankles and threw them off the bed. Impatient as he had been during their first time together.
Kyle bit his lip before a pleased smile could spread uncontrollably across his face. Delighted that his daydreams had finally come to fruition, that after two long days of waiting, and fantasising, Eric was naked in front of him again. It was only now, lying at Eric's knees did he marvel at how he had resisted calling Eric up earlier and asking him to come over. Maybe he had underestimated his own willpower? His eyes wandered up Eric's thighs, drinking him in and determined to savour every last drop but he stalled when he reached Eric's cock. He remembered the dizzying desire it had stoked in him the very first time he had seen it as hard and pinked as it was right now. He remembered how it had stretched him, how Eric fucking him into the mattress ignited a feeling of ecstasy so deafening it had drowned out all his worries. It was just what he had needed, and now he wanted it more than ever. His mouth was so heavy that his jaw hung limp, torrid breaths escaping his lips.
"You're staring at my cock like it's the first time you've seen it," Eric commented.
Kyle tore his gaze away to see Eric staring at him with a fond, half-smirk. A small smile quivered on his own lips.
Eric shuffled closer, and when Kyle's gaze fell to his cock once more he saw that his fingers had curled around the base.
"Put your mouth on me, Kyle..." Eric demanded, earnest and ragged enough that Kyle had to obey.
He shifted so he was down on all fours, and Eric held his cock mere centimetres away from his parted lips. Admittedly, the distance (or lack thereof) between them made Kyle wary of taking it immediately into his mouth. Especially when it had been a while since he had given anybody head... still, Eric took so much delight in their teasing and bickering in the locker room. Surely it would be no different in the bedroom either? And certainly reap far more satisfactory rewards. Kyle may have let Eric be in charge tonight, but that didn't mean he couldn't make Eric beg a little. Especially when his requests dripped with a desire Kyle couldn't refuse.
Eyes slipping coyly shut, Kyle's lips only brushed against the head of Eric's gleaming cock at first. Eric simply waited with bated breath, not even a twitch of his hips gave him away. Searching for a reaction, the tip of Kyle's tongue met the tip of Eric's cock; both flushed deep pink and wet. He slid his tongue over the head, laving at it before he took it completely into his mouth. A small, choked breath left Eric's lips then, and a sudden jerk of his hips had more of him in Kyle's mouth than he had anticipated. But he couldn't complain. In fact, Eric's surprise was so endearing that Kyle would've smiled if he could.
Instead, he began to suck at Eric in earnest. There wasn't already much space between his mouth and Eric's plump shaft, but he still kept his lips and tongue tight to his strained cock. He loved how Eric always seemed to just fit so perfectly. His initial nerves seemed so ridiculous now. But he couldn't dwell on them when Eric's soft, desperate groans of encouragement were filling his ears, and his gentle, tentative thrusts were filling his mouth. With a bracing breath through his nose, Kyle parted his lips even wider and took more of Eric's cock, his tongue rubbing against Eric's bulging vein. He wanted all of him, for Eric's thumb to brush against his lip when he had him in his throat.
"Unngh, that's it... a little faster..."
Since Eric's cock was slickened by his mouth, and his tongue was doused in pre-cum, it was easy for Kyle to pick up his pace. His head bobbed up and down swiftly in Eric's lap, and his senses were assaulted by Eric's scent and taste; warm, rich and prickling on Kyle's taste buds, and in his nostrils. His face burned with sweat, his jaw ached and so did his cock, stiff and weighty between his legs. For Kyle, as yet untouched, wanted Eric's orgasm as much as he wanted his own. His arms trembled and he grasped the sheets as he sensed it approaching. He could hear it in the tender, relieved octave Eric gained in the moans now raining from his mouth.
"Aaah, Aaah, wait!" Eric cried, panting. "Wait..."
Suddenly, thick fingers were tugging at Kyle's hair and lifting his head up. Eric pulled Kyle off his cock with a wet, gentle pop. His eyelids felt heavy when he opened them, and so did the breaths his eager lungs were taking in. His jaw was numb and slack when he lifted his gaze to Eric. His pupils had practically devoured his irises, and he was grinning at Kyle like he had similar plans for him.
"God, you look fucking gorgeous like this," he said, velvety and sumptuous to Kyle's ears. "But I think it's your turn now..."
Before Kyle could respond, he was being shoved back onto the mattress like Eric owned it. He pushed Kyle's knees further apart, spreading Kyle's legs wide to accommodate his girth and Kyle greeted that fond, familiar ache with an eager grin. Sweat-slicked skin met, and they shared hot, laboured breaths before Eric cupped Kyle's chin - his reddened cheeks smushed by firm fingers - and lifted him to his lips. Eric's tongue easily slid between Kyle's lips already wet with saliva and pre-cum, and Kyle grew limp against the sheets. His eyes drooped shut as he savoured the different, mingling tastes; all intoxicating, all delicious, all Eric. He fisted a sweat-soaked handful of Eric's hair, fingers trying to follow the movements of his writhing muscles as he raked them across his wide back. He gasped into Eric's mouth, their breaths shuddering with quick, soft moans as he rolled his hips on top of Kyle's. Their cocks slid together, aided by the pre-cum still dribbling from Eric's cock.
"Mmm..." Eric hummed, low and gravelly when he pulled away. He still held Kyle's chin, and he wiped his mouth with the other. "So that's what I taste like..."
Kyle chuckled.
"Pretty good, huh?"
Eric grinned, before tilting his head. Kyle shivered when he felt Eric's kiss-bruised lips brush against the shell of his ear. His threadbare, hungry breaths had the fine hairs on his neck standing on end.
"I bet you taste even better," he replied, before taking Kyle's earlobe between his teeth.
Kyle whimpered at the bite, back arching off the drenched sheets. Eric drew that whimper out into a long, relieved moan when he began to suck at the small pouch. The ceiling disappeared from Kyle's hazy vision when his eyes rolled back to shut completely. Soon, Eric was kissing under his ear, his lips a perfect conductor to Kyle's nerves, sending bolts of enlivening electricity down his spine with every peck and nuzzle. He relinquished Kyle's cheeks, sliding his hand down his side. His fingers splayed at his ribs, stroking the glistening skin. He buried his face in Kyle's neck as he kissed and nipped his way down his throat, and when Kyle gladly tipped his head back in surrender, Eric laved at the divot in the middle of Kyle's collarbone.
Kyle chuckled quietly, biting his lip when Eric's hair tickled his chin. His mouth was now at his chest, pressing his lips to the skin as if he wanted to leave a mark there, a path his mouth could follow for trysts to come. A choked moan escaped Kyle's throat when Eric's lips closed over a nipple. He pressed his tongue against the hard bud, sucking at it, and pinching the skin he had between his fingers approvingly when Kyle began to whimper.
Kyle's chest rose and fell beneath Eric's parted lips, and he dragged them over his stomach, placing little wet kisses under Kyle's navel. Kyle moaned, grinning, grabbing handfuls of the sheets beneath him as Eric's own hand migrated to his hip. But when Eric's lips wandered over his hip bone and onto Kyle's thigh, his hand slid to Kyle's ass. He cupped his cheek and raised him from the sheets, and Kyle had to smother a whine when he realised Eric's aloof mouth was now so close to his aching cock.
Eric's nose was pressed into his slick inner thigh, lapping at the gleaming sweat there, and in an attempt to get his lips even hovering over his cock, Kyle hooked his leg loosely around Eric's shoulder to pull him closer. Eric didn't budge, stubbornly focused on littering Kyle's thigh with kisses. Finally, his lips were at Kyle's groin. Kyle squeezed his eyes shut and choked out a grateful cry. Eric nuzzled at the area, face now buried in Kyle's crotch, nipping at the thin skin so unfairly close to his erection.
Kyle gritted his teeth and threw his head back when he felt Eric's fingers wrap around the base of his cock, desperately stiff in his palm. But his eyes flew open and a broken cry rang through the room when a hot, plush mouth closed over the head. Dizzy and panting strung-out breaths, Kyle stared at Eric with his mouth agape. The sight was just as incredible as the anticipated sensation, and his eyes began to burn, weighted by pleasure. So he let them slip shut and he fell back onto the sheets, gasping and groaning as Eric's tight mouth sucked at his cock fast and hard.
Eric took more of Kyle into his mouth without preamble, sending Kyle hurtling towards an orgasm. Kyle dug his heel into Eric's back and began to thrust into his mouth, anything for release. Forgetting the little deal they made at the beginning of the evening, Kyle even grabbed Eric's hair and pulled, pushing his head closer to his lap until Kyle could feel Eric breathing hard through his nose against his wiry curls, his cock now in Eric's throat. His brow was furrowed and his eyes were squeezed as tightly shut as his writhing, fidgety body. His lips were already parted wide in preparation for an ecstatic scream.
"Aaah! Aaah! Aaaah, Eric!"
Instead of ecstasy, Kyle only felt his back dropping onto the sheets again. His cock was exposed to the cool air of the bedroom, rather than enveloped by Eric's hot, talented mouth. He cried through gritted teeth, opening his eyes to see Eric wiping his mouth, revealing a loathsome smirk.
"Eric!" Kyle snapped. "What the fu-"
He again interrupted himself with a huff when Eric flipped him over on all fours. His forehead was pressed into the sheets, and when he stared down at his poor, cheated cock he saw it slathered in Eric's saliva and dripping with pre-cum. Kyle frowned, growling under his breath. A strong pair of hands squeezed his hips and lifted them, before they came to rest beside Kyle's. Eric's chest stuck to Kyle's back, and his cock prodded at his ass.
"Aww, come on," Eric teased, his chin resting on Kyle's shoulder. "You're not mad at me, are you?"
"Yes!" Kyle snapped. "I was just about to..." His frustration was so unbearable he couldn't even finish. He hated how that was true in more ways than one, and both were Eric's fault. He huffed and shook his head, damp curls bristling against the cotton sheets. "Fucking tease..."
Eric snickered, before tilting his head. His lips parted at Kyle's shoulder.
"You'll be thanking me soon," he murmured, sealing the vow with a kiss.
Eric continued to peck at the area until Kyle started to giggle despite himself. It was difficult to remain mad and frosty when Eric's kisses were determined to thaw him out. His hands rested on Kyle's sides as his lips began to wander his back, fingertips running over his skin as soft as spring showers, and his kisses just as gentle. Kyle jolted a little when Eric's lips glided over his spine, almost as if he couldn't leave one nerve untouched.
"I want to taste every inch of you, Kyle..."
Kyle gulped at the conviction in Eric's voice.
Both hands were cupping his ass when Eric dragged his tongue over Kyle's lower back and tailbone, and he soon spread his cheeks. Kyle gasped when Eric pushed his tongue inside him. The sudden, sharp breath seemed to empty his lungs. He reached for the pillow above his head and clawed his fingers in as Eric started to tongue-fuck him, shallow and slow. His thighs were trembling, he needed something to ground him before he collapsed into a writhing wreck. It had certainly been a while since anyone had done this to him. He whimpered with every indulgent motion of Eric's tongue.
Hands still squeezing his ass, Eric relented but Kyle could still feel him panting against his cheek.
"You like that?" Eric asked.
Kyle nodded wordlessly, mouth hanging open and eyes squeezed shut. He realised he hadn't exactly answered Eric's question, and that Eric probably wasn't going to continue until he heard him say it.
"Yes..." he admitted, laced with a moan.
Pleased, Eric easily slid his tongue back inside him again. Kyle writhed as his tongue rocked in and out, one hand leaving his ass to reach around and grasp his cock.
"Oh fuck, yes..." he whispered into the sheets, shoulders falling in surrender.
Soon, Eric's face was buried in his ass, tongue fucking Kyle so fast that stars were soaring in his hazy vision and unintelligible cries were pouring from his mouth. If Eric wasn't squeezing the base of his cock in a vice grip he could've easily come all over the sheets. In the back of his lust-addled mind, Kyle wondered if Eric was ever going to let him come and if he could even handle how overwhelming his orgasm would be when he finally reached it. Then, as cruelly as he released Kyle before, he did so again, slipping his tongue out of Kyle's opening and sitting up. Kyle whinged, bemused.
"Lube?" Eric asked, with a loud, stinging smack to Kyle's ass.
Kyle turned his head, quivering, and gulping for air. He could barely think, let alone speak.
"Um, the nightstand on your right..." he managed to reply breathlessly.
He rolled over onto his back as Eric searched the nightstand for lube. The ceiling seemed to swirl in his vision, and he couldn't stop twitching. It seemed like every nerve ending in his body was kicking and screaming in protest, demanding to know what was taking so long. Never had a lover denied Kyle like this for so long before. In some buried masochistic way he didn't want to dwell on, he kind of liked it. As fast and rough as Eric had been with him tonight, he had also been slow and indulgent, teasingly (and infuriatingly so). There was no rush, or haste. Eric wanted Kyle to savour it. He was confident enough to know that this momentous, incredible climax was worth waiting for, and that he could deliver on it. Kyle had to smile then, skin burning against the sheets in a self-satisfied writhe. Still, he couldn't help but pity his sore, purpled cock.
"Hey." Eric's voiced pulled him out of his thoughts.
Kyle saw him smiling beside his bed, the tub of lube in hand.
"Catch," he said, before tossing it in Kyle's direction.
Kyle held out his hands and caught it, shifting as Eric sat down beside him on the bed.
"You can do the honours..." he smiled, lying flat on his back and crossing his arms under his head.
Kyle glanced between Eric and the lube in his hands, and grinned. Getting up on wobbly knees, he kept his eyes trained on Eric's wicked, intrigued face before he straddled him. From this rather lofty height, which Kyle had so far been unaccustomed to, he was able to absorb every delectable detail of having Eric lying between his legs. He was warmed by the fire of Eric's smouldering irises, was emboldened by the hitch of Eric's breath and his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he coated his fingers with lube. He wondered if this was how Eric felt when he pinned him to the mattress, if that inspired his breath-stealing confidence.
Eric's threadbare breath steadied him as he lowered his hand between his thighs, biting his lip before he slid the pad of his fingertip over his opening. It was already slick from Eric's mouth, and Kyle slowly pushed his finger in. He whined, dropping the lube in his free hand on the bed, but soon pushed a second finger in. He gasped and groaned as he did so, and he felt Eric shift beneath him, his hands gently travelling up his thighs and stroking him. When he blinked his searing eyes open, he saw Eric transfixed on his hand and mouth agape. His cock twitched at the sight, a mysterious confidence surging through him. He threw his head back and began to finger himself in earnest, surrendering to the friction, and Eric's desire. He squeezed his eyes shut, and he moaned, long and loud.
As he began to quicken his propulsions - whimpering with every tiny thrust of his fingers - Kyle felt Eric shift beneath him with a hungry, impatient huff.
"Ready?"
Kyle opened his eyes at the question, and saw Eric rolling a condom over his cock. His mouth grew heavy, due to his heart leaping into his throat at the sight. He nodded, slowly sliding his fingers out with another soft whine. Eric's hips bucked, meeting Kyle's wet hand as he wrapped his fingers around his cock. He jerked him off in slow, gentle motions as he positioned himself, and Eric's hand took over at the base when Kyle's opening met the head of his cock. A shaky desperate moan fell from Eric's lips, and Kyle gasped and cried out, reaching for the headboard to steady himself as his opening was stretched.
He was biting his lip so hard as he took more of Eric's cock that he feared blood would soon be running down his chin. Eric lifted his hips, eager to have Kyle balls deep. A long, broken cry escaped from Kyle's mouth when Eric found his prostate, barely noticing when those familiar strong hands grabbed his cheeks and spread them. Eric groaned, a pleased pink flush crawling up his chest and his eyes alight.
"Fuck yeah, that's it, Kyle..." he breathed out, when Kyle was fully seated on his cock.
Kyle began to fuck himself slowly, easing himself in when his thighs were shaking and little white stars were still raining in his vision. Eric's every breath was laced with a short, pleased groan, and he soon lifted his hips to thrust into Kyle, matching his tempo. Kyle squeezed his eyes shut tighter, lips parting in a shaky cry. In his hazy mind there was a flash of memory, of Kyle walking in on Eric lifting weights, of Eric carrying him, of Eric throwing his opponents to the ground like it was nothing, like it was easy, done without a second thought.
"Unnh, I... I, I fucking love how strong you are..."
The headboard soon thumped against the wall in time with every fast, hard roll of Kyle's hips and Eric's deft thrusts. It competed with the groans and short cries that punctuated every thrust, that had every exhausted, panting breath glinting with relentless desire.
"Oh sh-shit, you look so fucking good..." Eric managed to get out. "You feel fucking amazing... aaah fuck..."
Kyle's eyes flew open and a strangled cry leapt out of his mouth when Eric grabbed his bouncing, throbbing cock, his hand a blur as he jerked him off. He aligned his hips in time with Eric's hand, and every second beat he found his prostate. Kyle's eyes rolled back as his balls drew tight and heavy.
"Aaah! Aaaah!" he sobbed when he finally came, lurching forward until he felt like he could collapse into Eric's chest.
He noticed the cum that landed on Eric's belly, before he felt Eric grab his forearm and tug him down. They were face-to-face, so close that Kyle could feel the heat on Eric's cheeks and could hardly distinguish his features. His fingers fisted his sweaty curls and he kissed Kyle's burning lips so hard, that he imagined both their lips would be crushed then whey separated.
"Don't stop..." Eric pleaded.
Kyle shook his head. He couldn't deny him that. He cupped Eric's glistening face and captured his flushed mouth in a kiss, bouncing on his cock and riding his tremendous orgasm out with Eric still inside him. He gasped into Kyle's mouth, and a shiver rolled down his spine despite the heat. Their foreheads were pressed together, and Kyle shared Eric's bracing breaths. He arched into Kyle so suddenly, that he choked on a gasp.
"Aaah!" Eric cried, stiffening and almost pulling Kyle's hair from the roots when he came. "Aaah, fuck..."
He soon softened, stroking and fingering Kyle's curls apologetically. Kyle whimpered at the tentative touch and tender pressure, and buried his face in Eric's shoulder. As they both collected their breaths, Kyle's eyelids begin to droop like there were anvils at his lashes. He could've gladly fallen asleep atop Eric's wide, heaving chest, with his cock still inside him.
Eric turned his head, sending another shiver down Kyle's spine when his humid, glistening breath filled his ear.
"You know, this could get addictive..." he said, and Kyle could feel his lips stretching into a smile against his ear.
Kyle snickered, smiling into his shoulder.
"There are worse things..." he replied.
Eric chuckled in agreement, and Kyle could feel the vibrations of the contented, lovely sound in Eric's chest. He nodded, reaching up a little to inhale the scent of Kyle's hair, and bury a kiss in his curls.
