He Kissed Me Crazy

The Silk

Kendell was so turned on he was almost cross-eyed.

He doubted Tucker realized how incredibly erotic the sounds he was making really were, but they sung so sensually in Kendell’s ears that his teeth nearly ground out of his head as he desperately kept back his own responding groans.

It had all been just to torment Tucker at first, to get back at him for acting like it didn`t matter who he was with, that it didn`t matter who Kendell was with.

Tucker hadn`t been happy Kendell had left for that date, Kendell was sure of that much.

But half the university, Tucker had said.

What about the man standing right in front of him?

Kendell had pulled out the phone to teach Tucker a lesson, to scare him into realizing that he couldn’t just give up on them that easily, just as much as Kendell couldn’t, for all that he had tried these past few days.

Stephanie had happened, and they had to acknowledge it, whatever the outcome.

But then Tucker had stolen his phone, looking so adorably horrified, and Kendell couldn’t resist teasing the life out of him.

And then that teasing had flipped instantly to something more.

In the act of tickling, Kendell had slid his hand under Tucker’s clothing, and realized as his hand touched hot velvet over solid muscle that he’d made a mistake. It had taken one single groan from Tucker for Kendell to swell to one hundred percent readiness. And he was in a position where he could take what he wanted.

But of course he hadn’t.

He couldn`t resist showing Tucker just a little of what he was missing, though.

The only problem was Kendell had shown himself what he was missing, too.

And now he was a panting mess.

It took everything in him not kiss and taste and suck on Tucker’s neck, it was so close to him, so pink with the blush that Kendell had caused. But some thread of sanity was holding on, because he knew it would ruin everything if he didn’t hold himself back.

But that couldn’t stop a starving man from dreaming.

What would all those girls think if Tucker came to class with hickeys on every exposed inch of him? Would they finally leave him alone, not wanting to mix with the maniac who had done that to him? What would Tucker think if Kendell’s head replaced his hand under Tucker’s shirt, if his tongue replaced his fingers? What would Tucker think if Kendell’s hips replaced his knee and he showed Tucker what he could really do? Those questions whirled in Kendell’s delirious mind and only the fear of Tucker’s hatred kept them from becoming a reality.

But Tucker’s sounds…

Those sounds would drive any man mad, no matter his will.

It was so unfair.

Tucker’s groans and gasps called to Kendell, telling him fanciful stories of how much Tucker liked what Kendell was doing to him, even though Tucker’s words were always the opposite.

Kendell’s mind told him he should move away and be free of his delusions, before someone got hurt, but they were just so sweet.

“Please, stop,” Tucker said hoarsely, and Kendell felt guilt strike through him at the begged request, his hunger dimming for a moment, allowing him to wonder if he’d truly gone too far this time.

“Then give me what I want, Tucker,” Kendell whispered, his heart in shambles. He’d meant to sound teasing again but the words barely came out of his throat. Let me have you, Tucker. I need you.

Tucker let out a breath under him, his eyes shutting like he was suffering.

Kendell should stop this. His arousal was fit to burst, his head wasn’t on right, Tucker’s neck was looming closer as the urge to kiss it became simply intolerabl—

Suddenly Tucker’s hands were gone from under his, and Kendell’s phone slid into his hand.

Kendell gasped, the sharp sting of reality hitting him as he realized Tucker was giving up, but Kendell wasn’t given any more time to react.

Tucker was pushing up from the floor so fast Kendell was knocked off balance and fell over onto the floor with a yelp as Tucker came up to his knees.

But Tucker didn’t give him time to react to that, either.

In the next instant, Tucker’s hands were on Kendell’s shoulders, pushing Kendell’s back solidly into the floor underneath them as Tucker’s knees came down to pin Kendell’s legs securely against the floor as well. Before Kendell could process what had happened, Tucker was panting above him, looking down at him with an intensity Kendell felt in every cell of his body and made him pulse with excitement in response.

Which quickly reminded him of a terrible problem.

Kendell sucked in a startled breath as he swiftly dropped the phone somehow still in his hand and covered the front of his pants and his raging erection, both hands barely reaching with his shoulders so pinned to the floor.

But that action, it turned out, had been a grave mistake.

Tucker’s eyes immediately swung to the phone now on the floor next to them, and Kendell could only watch in horror as that gaze then slid immediately to where Kendell’s hands now lay.

And then stayed there.

“Kendell, move your hands,” Tucker said, and Kendell flinched badly, his heart stopping. Tucker’s voice was hoarse and deep and full of shock, and Kendell knew immediately Tucker was aware of what Kendell was hiding from him.

Thrills went up his back even as anxiety struck him and coiled in his belly.

He said the only thing he could think of.

“Get off me, I have to pee.”

Tucker blinked and his gaze shot up to Kendell’s, but try as he might, Kendell wasn’t able to hold his gaze at all, immediately averting his eyes as he felt his cheeks heating horribly.

Please, please think I’m embarrassed because I have to pee.

“Come on, come on,” Kendell said quickly, trying to sound urgent and irritated and not like he was throbbing underneath his hands with an absurd excitement. He knows. “I have to go. Let me—”

He cut off with a start as Tucker’s hands swiftly moved down Kendell’s arms to grab his wrists. Oh s**t. “Wait, Tucker, stop—!”

But Tucker had the advantage, and the greater arm strength, and Kendell groaned in despair and traitorous elation, squeezing his eyes shut as Tucker pulled Kendell’s arms up and pinned them to either side of his head.

The damning silence told all, and Kendell felt his cheeks heat further as he continued to keep his eyes firmly shut.

He knew he should feel shame and fear and everything else that went with being discovered by the very man he’d been keeping this from for years, but just imagining Tucker’s eyes on him—on that part of him—was having an incredibly dangerous, opposite effect.

He wanted to let Tucker see more.

He wanted to open his pants and let spring out the evidence of how much Tucker turned him on. He wanted Tucker’s eyes on him and wanted to watch as Tucker’s face blushed with understanding and shock before he stumbled away from him.

He wanted to see it all, yet for some reason, he couldn`t make himself open his eyes, his heart stuck in his throat as the seconds under Tucker’s silent stare seemed to turn into years.

And because his eyes were closed, he didn’t anticipate Tucker’s reaction.

One of Tucker’s legs lifted and Kendell tensed reflexively, expecting a blow, but in that very same second, Kendell felt exquisite and terribly gentle pressure push down against his arousal.

Kendell’s eyes shot open and he looked down in disbelief.

Tucker’s knee was pressing against the front of his pants.

Kendell’s gaze shot up to Tucker’s before he could stop himself.

And the breath was stolen from his lungs.

Tucker was looking down at him with a little smile on his lips, and an unbelievable heat in his eyes. “My turn now,” Tucker said softly.

Kendell couldn’t help it; his breath hissed back out through his teeth as his erection pulsed under Tucker’s knee erratically. His hands fisted on either side of his face as he barely managed, by will alone, to not come right then and there under Tucker’s gaze.

What did you just say?

Tucker’s soft brown eyes glittered as triumph lit them from within before his gaze dropped back to Kendell’s waist and… then… Tucker’s knee began to move against him, grinding.

Kendell cried out, the mixture of pain and pleasure of being pleased like this made him lose control of his voice and his body shuddered with the ecstasy of Tucker’s attention.

“Why are you hard, Kendell?” Tucker said above him, and Kendell throbbed at the question. Because Tucker knew he was hard. He didn’t respond. A lump was lodged tightly in his throat and tears sprang to his eyes. Tucker.

Tucker grinded again, and Kendell gasped and shuddered, because it was so fantastic. Was this what Tucker had felt being under him? He’d like to think it was so. He wanted to believe Tucker could feel just as much as what he felt from Tucker.

“T-Tucker,” he whispered hoarsely, unconsciously saying the word out loud, his voice shaking terribly.

Suddenly Kendell’s hands and legs were freed as Tucker slipped between Kendell’s legs and one of Tucker’s hands deftly took his knee’s place and popped open the button of Kendell’s pants.

Kendell made a choked sound in his throat and his hands immediately moved to grab Tucker’s wrist, taken aback that Tucker would undress him like this. “What are you doing?” he rasped, trying to hold back the roaring anticipation and desire, but his hands might as well not have been there, because he couldn’t force himself to pull Tucker away.

“I want to look,” Tucker murmured as he ignored Kendell’s hold and defied all Kendell’s expectations, slowly sliding Kendell’s zipper down and stared down as Kendell’s member quickly rose past the opening of his pants, only a very thin stretch of cloth keeping him at all decent.

Touch me, touch me pleaaaase.

“Silk?” Tucker murmured, soft humour in his voice, and Kendell had to bite back a groan when he saw Tucker’s fingers lingering just above him, as if Tucker wanted to touch but wasn’t all together sure he should.

Please, please touch me. Having Tucker so focused on the evidence of Kendell’s raging desire for him… and not turn away… made Kendell burn to do so much more, his body shuddering with emotion and need. He bit his lip to try to keep himself together.

“Do you wear silk all the time?” Tucker asked thickly. “I can’t believe this is the first time I’m seeing your underwear.”

How can you ask me that so casually? Touch me…

Kendell remained silent, keeping his bottom lip carefully caught between his teeth. He knew if he opened his mouth now, there would be nothing he intended to say coming out of it.

If Kendell had dared to walk around in his underwear like Tucker had, there would have been no mistaking where his desires leaned.

But now that much was obvious.

So why resist?

Tucker frowned and lifted his brows. “Why aren’t you saying anyth—?"

Kendell quickly set his feet and lifted his hips so that Tucker’s hesitant fingers grazed him through his silk, making them both gasp.

Kendell quickly dropped his hips again, feeling his cheeks blaze as he said hastily, “I j-just wanted to see what that felt like,” and then cursed himself that he could only speak nonsense. Tucker’s surprised face made him immediately regret his action.

But…

Kendell’s eyes dropped down as Tucker’s fingers followed his hips down.

His breath stilled in his chest as, with the gentlest care, Tucker’s knuckles slid down the silk over his length.

Kendell’s groan was embarrassingly desperate, and his hands became fists as he squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face away, not wanting to show Tucker just how much he was affected by such a slight touch.

But his hips already belied his actions, pushing up against Tucker’s fingers again, seeking more of what he could never ask out loud for.

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Tucker was inexplicably captivated.

He didn’t know how they’d gotten there, but Kendell was now at his mercy… and seemed to be loving it.

It was a heady feeling.

He had never seen Kendell blush before.

He had never seen Kendell so out of sorts before.

He had never seen Kendell as hard as a board before, that’s for sure.

And he had definitely never seen Kendell’s eyes so incredibly expressive before, until Kendell hid them away as what could only be a fit of pleasure seized him.

Holy s**t.

Tucker didn’t know what to make of it.

Kendell couldn’t be turned on by him and yet…

Tucker stared down at the evidence straining towards him and gently slid the knuckles of his fingers back up the silk-covered erection.

Kendell groaned in his throat in response, still firmly keeping his eyes closed.

There was no mistaking this reaction.

Holy s**t.

Kendell was already at his wit’s end.

Tucker could recognize the signs.

The very idea was confusing and more than enough to swell his own member to unimaginably new heights in its very cramped space. Because apparently that was a thing now.

Tucker was turned on by how much Kendell was turned on.

He didn’t think Kendell had even noticed yet.

But then, how could he?

Tucker added a little more pressure and stroked his knuckles back down again, bringing a shaky exhalation from Kendell’s lips.

Kendell was barely holding on, even though Tucker was barely touching him.

Tucker didn’t know if he should do more.

Surely, they weren’t thinking correctly right now.

But the scary part was that he really wanted to do more.

But he was entirely out of his league here.

He’d never so much as laid a finger on another man’s… manhood, to quote an ex-girlfriend.

And this was Kendell, damn it all.

What were they doing?

But his fingers kept moving, mesmerized by the feel of Kendell so hard underneath his touch.

Whoa.

Tucker swallowed.

He’d just imagined what it would be like to take Kendell in his hand.

His immediate thought was that Kendell wouldn’t want that.

But.

It definitely didn’t look like Kendell didn’t want that.

F*ck.

They were both so pent up.

Kendell’s moans were killing Tucker. And kind of killing Kendell, too. Kendell’s face was so red, it made Tucker wonder if there was any blood left, after his face and his...

Tucker swallowed again.

Well, he could… test the waters…

Tucker held his breath, his chest tightening and heart racing, and slipped one finger through the slit in Kendell’s silk boxers… and touched Kendell directly.

Shit. I think I’m officially not straight now.

Kendell made something close to a whimper and his whole body became rigid, his face still turned away and his eyes squeezed shut. He made absolutely no move to stop Tucker.

There was something so… endearing about that.

Kendell wanted Tucker to touch him, but clearly didn’t want to admit it, and was too embarrassed to even look at him, if that red face was any clue.

It somehow made Tucker more bold.

“Do you like that?” he asked softly, teasingly. He saw Kendell flinch at his words and not respond, but Tucker hadn’t expected an answer. He could see Kendell’s jaw was clenched so tightly he might break teeth. Tucker smiled secretly.

This was a whole new side of Kendell he’d never seen before, and he had to say, he liked it.

He slipped a second finger in next to the first, the underwear starting to stretch around his fingers and the single button on the silk garment keeping it closed.

Kendell hissed a tiny breath through his teeth. His eyes remained firmly closed.

How much will he let me do?

Tucker held his breath again and decided to try something he’d seen make his ex-girlfriends go a little crazy.

He pulled his fingers out and carefully undid the button keeping Kendell’s boxers closed and then—

Kendell’s member practically leapt out of its confines, startling Tucker enough to make him jump.

He didn’t know why he’d forgotten that it would probably do that.

Kendell’s fists had become white, he was clenching them so tightly at his sides, and he was no longer breathing.

Tucker couldn’t hold back another smile.

This was a wild ride.

He decided to go ahead with his plan.

Feeling more naughty than he ever had been in his life, he backed up between Kendell’s legs, bent a little forward, pursed his lips, and blew cool air over Kendell’s admittedly impressive length.

Kendell sucked in a ragged breath and his eyes sprung open, looking down and then boring right into Tucker’s.

Tucker felt himself freezing in place.

He’d never been looked at like this before. With such blatant, stark, and desperate lust.

Tingles spread through him rapidly in response and he felt his body start to burn as his heart pounded in the pulse in his throat. Two words were all he managed to think before Kendell was on the move.

Uh oh.

Kendell sat up and grabbed the front of Tucker’s shirt, and then pulled Tucker forward so quickly he gasped, not given a second to right himself as Kendell’s face loomed into his. “Tucker,” Kendell said, and his voice strummed through Tucker as it always did, but this time Tucker felt the thrills streak right into his already aching c*ck. Kendell had let a wealth of need leak into that single word. And then Kendell’s lips smashed against his.