8:08 a.m., Tuesday, August 14th
Kit couldn’t imagine less sexy circumstances. They were both exhausted, terrified, and a little hungover. Neither of them had showered in a full day, and after all the sweating and having ceilings fall on their heads, it showed.
And yet, never in Kit’s entire life had he wanted someone more.
He could feel it in his teeth, he wanted Chance so much. After everything they’d been through together—after everything they’d learned about each other, good and bad—all Kit wanted was to be as close to Chance as possible. Especially now that he knew Chance felt the same way.
Chance was warm beneath him. Kit couldn’t stop moving against him, he loved the feel of him so much. In the back of Kit’s mind, he knew there was a good chance the desk was going to collapse beneath them if they had sex on it, but he didn’t care. He wanted to be with Chance, even if they were half buried in rubble. Even if the building came down around them.
“Kit,” Chance breathed against Kit’s neck. His lips found the underside of Kit’s jaw and mouthed it. “It feels so good to finally touch you.”
Kit moaned and rolled their hips together. “It’ll feel a lot better when we get all this clothing out of the way.” He slipped a hand down to Chance’s pants and palmed him. Kit’d been turned on before, but when he felt the outline of Chance’s cock through the soft material—hot and hard and straining against it—a fresh wave of arousal swept through him.
At the touch of Kit’s fingers, Chance arched up. “Oh fuck.”
Kit stroked Chance through the fabric, loving the way he squirmed and all the little sounds he made. “Your reactions are delicious.”
Chance panted for breath and shut his eyes as he rocked against Kit’s hand. “Sorry. Can’t help it. Feels so good.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Kit bit back a gasp as he watched Chance. “It’s really hot. I can make it better, though. Hold on.” He withdrew his hand. Chance immediately whined, but Kit got to work opening Chance’s pants and pushing them down. When Kit slid a hand into his underwear, Chance’s whine turned into a long groan of pleasure.
His cock was just the right thickness. Kit was able to make a nice, loose fist around it. Within three strokes, Chance was incoherent. He had his palms flat against the desk, head stretched back, eyes clenched shut. His shirt had lost a button and was lying open across his flat stomach. Kit wanted to see that stomach painted with Chance’s come, but it would have to wait for next time. He had other plans right now.
Chance seemed to have the same idea. As Kit stroked him, he hooked a leg around Kit and pulled him closer. When he was in range, Chance reached for Kit’s fly and fumbled with it. It took some doing—no surprise, since he couldn’t stop rocking against Kit’s hand—but he got the pants undone.
Kit took over from there, using his free hand to push his underwear down to his thighs. Cock freed, he aligned it with Chance’s. When their erections came into contact—silky and firm—they moaned in unison.
Chance grabbed Kit’s face and pulled him down into a fierce, wet kiss. It turned Kit on almost as much as the feel of Chance’s dick against his. He kissed back while thrusting experimentally against Chance, sliding their groins together. There were so many sensations to process, such deep pleasure thrumming in him, it made Kit dizzy.
“Enough foreplay,” Chance murmured against his lips. He was trembling beneath Kit. “Fuck me.”
Kit didn’t bother to reply. He slid an arm under Chance, hauled him up, flipped him over, and pushed him down on the desk with one hand on the back of his neck.
“Oh, fuck,” Chance said. “Yes, perfect.”
Kit took a moment to admire the scene: Chance’s palms were splayed flat on the surface of the desk, and his pants were hanging around his knees. His underwear was caught under his ass, giving Kit the most wonderful view of it. His balls hung heavy between his legs. Kit took them in his free hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. Chance jumped like he’d been shocked, and pressed back until his ass ground against Kit’s cock.
“Please, Kit. Fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”
Kit moved into position behind Chance. He’d just taken his cock in hand when something occurred to him. “Fuck.”
“Yes. That. Please.” Chance pushed his hips back again and wiggled.
Kit gasped and thrust instinctively against him, but he stilled a moment later. “No, that was a bad ‘fuck.’ We don’t have any supplies. No lube, no condoms, nothing.”
Chance froze. “Damn. I didn’t think of that.” He twisted around until they could look at each other. Kit must’ve been a sight to behold, because one glance and Chance licked his lips. “Fuck it. You been tested recently?”
“Since my last partner, yeah.”
“Everything in order?”
Kit snorted. “Yeah.”
“Same. I think, considering the circumstances, we can risk it this once.”
Kit hesitated for only a moment before he nodded. “I’m in if you are.”
“Please be in.” Chance thrust back against Kit’s cock. “That would be wonderful.”
“Hold still. I need to get you ready.”
“I can’t.” Chance somehow managed to nestle Kit’s cock right in his ass crack without looking. “I want you so much.”
Kit put a hand on the back of Chance’s neck again and gave it a soft squeeze. “Be good, or this’ll take even longer.” Then he spit on his free palm and slid it between Chance’s cheeks.
Whether the threat or the touch did it, Kit didn’t know, but Chance stopped wriggling, and Kit was able to work a finger into him. At first, Chance made little grunts of discomfort, but after a minute or so, he relaxed and started to respond.
It took a lot more spit, but by the time Kit had three fingers in him, Chance was flushed and quivering. He met the rhythm of Kit’s fingers with shallow thrusts and the softest, most needy noises.
Kit had never been so turned on in his life, and he wasn’t even touching himself. If he didn’t fuck Chance soon, he was going to faint.
He removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock, resting it at Chance’s entrance. “You ready?”
Chance’s face was turned to the side, eyes closed, sweat dampening his dark hair. He gripped the edge of the desk with both hands and nodded. “Been ready.”
Kit took a breath and pressed forward. From the moment he sank in, pleasure lit up every nerve ending in his body. It was so much more intense than anything he’d ever felt. Maybe it was because of all the anticipation, or because he was finally getting to be with Chance. Whatever it was, it made Kit see stars.
“Fuck.” Chance’s fingers were white, they were gripping the desk so hard. “Fuck.”
Kit had to bite his lip to clear his head enough to speak. “You all right?”
“Yes. More.” Chance thrust back, sliding Kit all the way into him, and they moaned together.
“Easy, easy.” Kit’s other hand found Chance’s hip and gripped it, holding him in place. “Don’t want to go too fast.”
“You won’t hurt me. I can take it.”
“You can, but I can’t.” Kit leaned down—his chest to Chance’s back—and nuzzled Chance’s neck. “You’re so gorgeous like this. All flushed and desperate. If I don’t take it slow, I’ll come right now.”
Chance whimpered and turned his face until their mouths could barely meet. Kit kissed him as best he could, concentrating on holding himself together. After a few deep breaths, he pulled out only to thrust back in, wringing another groan from them both.
He started to stand up so he could get better leverage, but Chance reached a hand back and touched his arm. “Don’t. Stay close to me. I want to feel you.”
Kit didn’t need to be asked twice. He pinned Chance down with his torso, pressed deeply into him, and moved his hips in a slow, deliberate grind.
Chance lost it. He scrabbled at the surface of the desk like he needed something to hold on to. His cries reached a pitch and frequency that made Kit wonder if he was hurting him. But then Chance reached back and grabbed Kit’s ass like Chance was trying to pull Kit deeper into him. He started meeting Kit’s thrusts, and they fell into a hard, fast rhythm.
Kit was actually growling, holding Chance down, and biting his shoulder. Chance braced himself, legs spread wide, and took it. Kit hadn’t intended to be so rough, but Chance couldn’t seem to get enough of him, and as pleasure mounted in Kit, he realized he couldn’t get enough of Chance either.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Chance chanted, sweaty palms slipping against the desk as he struggled to hold himself up. “God, Kit, yes.”
Kit could hardly breathe it felt so good. The desk was creaking worrisomely beneath them, but he didn’t care. The building could fall down around them, and he wouldn’t notice right now. Chance was bucking up into Kit’s thrusts. His reactions were so hot, Kit wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
He pulled together enough cognizance to slip a hand under Chance and find his cock. As soon as Kit’s fingers wrapped around it, Chance gasped and clawed at the desk. Kit stroked him as best he could while still fucking him. The rhythm wasn’t quite right, but judging by how loudly Chance was moaning, he had to be doing something right.
“Close.” Chance pushed himself up only to fall against the desk like he lacked the strength to support himself. “I’m so close.”
“So am I.” Kit licked a stripe up his neck. “You want to come like this?”
Chance shuddered and turned his head. “No. I want to look at you. Let me up.”
Kit obeyed instantly, pulling out of Chance and stepping back. Chance pushed himself up, wobbled precariously, and turned around. His cock was standing straight out from his body, the head ruddy and glistening.
“Sit on the couch.” Chance pointed behind Kit.
Kit almost stumbled over his own feet in his haste to obey. He held his pants up until he got there, but once he was seated, he pushed them and his underwear down to his knees. If this was going where he thought it was, he’d need space to move.
Chance followed after him, eyeing Kit’s cock hungrily. When he was close enough, he pulled off his shoes, careful not to step on anything sharp, and shucked his clothing from the waist down. Then he straddled Kit.
Kit reached to take both their cocks in one hand, but Chance intercepted it and kissed his knuckles.
“Don’t. I’m too close. If you touch me, I’ll decide I want to come more than I want to ride you, and I really want to ride you.”
“Jesus.” Kit let his head fall back. “No complaints here.”
Chance kneeled, grabbed the base of Kit’s cock, and lowered himself onto it. They both gasped as he sunk down, and when he was seated, he started to move. Slow, deliberate grinds that made Kit’s vision blur.
The atmosphere of their sex changed with the new position. They could kiss now, and they did, sweet and honeyed. Kit struggled to keep his eyes open so he could watch the exquisite look of torture on Chance’s face, but they kept sliding closed. When Chance said his name, voice no louder than a breath, electricity shot down Kit’s spine and into his cock. It made the whole thing so raw, so intimate, it was a little frightening. Kit never wanted it to stop.
Chance fell into a rhythm of fast, shallow thrusts that were clearly designed to get them both off. Something started building inside of Kit. He could feel the intensity of it already. Before long, it would tear through him.
His hand found Chance’s cock again. Chance whimpered and smeared their mouths together, seemingly too far gone to put any skill into it. Kit wrapped his free arm around Chance’s back and held him, kissing his skin, tasting salt and sweat.
“Kit, I . . .” Chance swallowed. His eyelashes were heavy over his eyes, but Kit could see a sliver of blue. Sweat beaded on his brow, and a flush colored both cheeks. He looked so vulnerable, so beautiful. “I feel— You’re so—”
“I know.” Kit shushed him with his lips. “I feel it. I’m here.”
As if some sort of spring had been released, Chance orgasmed with a shout. His hips kept working jerkily as he came all over Kit’s hand. Kit stroked him through it, thrusting up into him a half dozen more times. When his pleasure crested, he pushed hard into Chance and stilled. He came so hard the world whited out, and all he could feel was warmth.
When it was over, they both panted for breath. Kit managed to open his eyes with the last of his strength. Chance’s body was slumped, jaw slack. He looked wrecked. Kit had never seen anything so lovely.
Exhausted, Kit collapsed back in his seat. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” Chance eased off him and flopped to the side. “If that was my last time having sex, I’m satisfied. Couldn’t have asked for more.”
Contentment covered Kit like a cozy blanket. “You up for some cuddling?”
“I stand corrected.”
They arranged themselves on the sofa: sticky, sweaty, and in various states of nakedness. Kit wrapped his arms around Chance and held him close while Chance snuggled up to his chest.
“Can we talk, or are you all tuckered out?” Chance yawned even as the words left his mouth.
“No, I’m all right. Talk away.”
Chance kissed his jaw. “You’re so good to me.” He paused and swallowed audibly. “I wish . . . I wish we had more time.”
Pain stabbed Kit in the chest where he imagined his heart was. “Me too. But we had this, and I don’t regret it for a second.”
“Me neither.” Chance was quiet for a moment. “If we get out of here, do you think it’ll be the same?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean . . . I know I liked you long before this, and I believe with all my heart that what we have is real, but what if we get out and it all changes?”
“It absolutely will.”
Chance leaned back and looked at him, eyes wide. “What?”
“Things are going to be different from now on.” He smiled. “First of all, if we still have our jobs, my first order of business will be to tell the guys I work with that I’m gay. And that I’m dating the cutie from the IT department. And if they crack so much as one joke, or ask me for fashion advice, their generous expense accounts are going to take a hit.”
“I approve.” Chance laughed. “Especially of the dating bit. I didn’t realize we were so serious.”
“We might be moving a little fast, but considering the circumstances, I’m all right with it if you are.”
“What will we talk about on our first date? We already know things about each other that some couples never learn in a lifetime. Like, I know you’re good in a crisis, and you put the safety of others before your own. Excellent qualities, I might add.”
“That’s the most exciting part, in my opinion. This earthquake forced us to learn who we are when we’re under pressure. Once we’re free, we get to learn who we are when we’re just having fun. Plus, there’s a lot more I want to know about you, things you can only learn from spending time together. Like, your birthday, or how you take your coffee.”
“I can tell you that much right now. March fifteenth, and I prefer tea.”
Kit groaned. “Oh God, a tea drinker. Maybe this isn’t going to work out after all.”
Chance swatted him. “Says the cat person.”
“All right, fine. I call a truce.” Kit kissed him on the temple. “What do you say? Will you go on a date with me?”
“Hm, let me think.” Chance screwed up his mouth. “A smart, kind, gorgeous man wants to date me. I dunno. I think you need to sweeten the deal.”
Kit cupped one of Chance’s cheeks and pulled him into a deep, luxurious kiss.
Chance made a helpless sound against his lips. “All right, I’m sold. I want to plan our first date, though.”
“Why? Gonna take me to a Star Trek convention?”
Chance huffed. “Well, now I’m not.”
They laughed together until tiredness overcame them, and they lapsed into comfortable silence. Chance rested his head on Kit’s shoulder and breathed evenly. Kit stared up at the ruined ceiling and stroked the pads of his fingers down Chance’s back.
Something warm was taking root in his chest—something that felt a lot like love—and it made him want to cry.
He’d thought his biggest regret would be dying without telling Chance his feelings, but now that he had, and Chance had returned them, he had a whole new fear: that they’d never get to be together outside these crumbling walls. Never get to go on their first date. Never get to fall in love.
Please, he pleaded with anyone or anything who might be listening. Please don’t let this be the end.
All he heard in response was Chance’s gentle breathing and distant sirens.