AT THE weekend, I invited Travis home with me. We both needed the break. I’d been back to the teen center a few times and seen how hard Travis worked. Most days I had Declan with me. He’d made a few friends, and Paeder even said he looked better.
“Is anyone else here?” Travis asked as he stepped into my house.
“We are home alone,” I said.
Nodding like he’d made an important decision, Travis looked at me with determination. “Bed. Two seconds.”
I ran. He sprinted after me, laughing. I felt no inhibitions as I burst through my bedroom door with Travis’s hands already on me.
“I love it when you’re like this,” I said.
“I’d rather we be like this.” He put his arm around me and tumbled us both onto the bed. I fumbled his fly open and found his dick, fast. He stripped me of my cut-off sweats, leaving me bare. Our fists clashed as we bumped together. Opening his hand over mine, Travis worked his thumb beneath my palm, and suddenly our cocks touched. We lay on our sides, each with an arm beneath the other’s head. As I gazed into his eyes, Travis bit his lip and smiled with stupefied satisfaction.
He recovered enough to squeeze my erection against his, still using my hand as I became a happy, obedient puppet to everything he wanted to do. I licked a drop of sweat from beneath his collarbone and gently sucked the area until he gasped. “Like. Yes. Keep.”
I had no control of my hips. The lower half of my body wriggled and writhed, hell-bent on getting closer to him as he drew me nearer to falling over the edge with not only his touch but also his voice, the half words, fragmented sentences, and caught moans. But with my mouth—I wanted to nip, kiss, and lick every drop of moisture off his skin, and I set about it with pristine clarity. I wanted him to crash over pleasure’s peak with me, for both of us to go down together and experience the fall as one.
“Keelin…. Key…. Key…. Kio!” Come spurted between us. I didn’t know if it was his or just mine until I felt his heart racing as I gasped for breath.
“Never,” I said between lungfuls of air, “has anyone called me Kio in that context before.”
“Hope I didn’t ruin it for you,” he said.
“On the contrary.” I rolled onto my back. Travis went the other direction. Now our come-covered hands were the only connection point between us.
I stared at the textured ceiling and thought about wanting Travis. And now he was here with me and I could touch him however I liked.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked.
“You.”
He smiled back. “Okay.” Moving his arm to nestle me against him, he kissed my forehead. “I really like you.”
“I really like you too.”
“I’m never going to hear the end of this from Jordana. You know that, right? She’s going to take credit for getting us together until the end of time.”
I chuckled. “I’m all right with that.”
Travis shifted his arm to adjust how I was lying on it. “You’re coming to the wedding, right? As my date?”
I traced the underside of his forearm. “Actually, Jordana already invited me, but yes, I would love to go as your date.”
“Good.” He sounded so satisfied that I couldn’t resist nibbling his ear.