He Kissed Me Crazy

The Elbow

Tucker was losing control of the situation fast. As well as all his faculties.

Kendell wasn’t giving him a moment to think, his kisses so ravenous it was making Tucker dizzy.

No sooner had he pulled Kendell’s hands away from his chest then Kendell broke their kiss and pushed his face against Tucker’s neck, sending shivers through Tucker even before Tucker could worry about his face being recognized through his mask. As Kendell`s lips opened on Tucker’s neck and he felt the searing heat of tongue sliding possessively up to the sensitive skin under his ear, Tucker couldn`t hold back the sounds coming from his throat, in complete disbelief as each surprise Kendell hit him with elicited a new and frightening amount of pleasure.

What the hell kind of s*x fiend is he? How could he make it feel so good?

Whatever he was, Tucker could tell that Kendell was out of control; he could hear it in his friend’s breaths against his neck, feel it in the trembling wrists he held desperately at his sides as even now Kendell fought to break free. Tucker needed to get out of here, before Kendell’s wild explorations brought them somewhere neither one of them would be ready for.

Tucker sucked in a breath, struggling to focus as he felt Kendell’s knee slide between Tucker’s legs to pin him to the door by his dress. Holy f*ck, Kendell, calm down!

Stephanie had said only kissing and Kendell was far beyond that point, the slide of teeth against Tucker’s neck making him jerk and throb with far too much excitement. Oh, goddammit, what are we doing? he thought, dazed for a moment, then gasped as Kendell’s knee started rising, sliding up further between his thighs.

He let go of Kendell’s wrists to push hard on Kendell’s chest, needing to get away as fast as possible, and for a moment Kendell didn’t resist, stepping back such that Tucker could spin around to face the door again, suddenly no longer willing to let Kendell see his face. Not after Kendell was like this.

Without wasting any time, Tucker grabbed the door handle again and pulled on it, relief flooding him as light cracked in from the hallway.

But Kendell’s obedience had been a ruse.

Before Tucker could pull the door open further, hands slid around his hips from behind and right into his coat again. Tucker hissed out a startled breath and looked down in disbelief to see Kendell’s hands moving over his abdomen, looking large and feeling too damn hot as they rose to take both his pectorals in hand. Tucker sucked in a ragged breath, aware of what Kendell was going to do a moment before it happened; Kendell squeezed his pecs, just as if they were a woman’s breasts, and Tucker shouldn’t have reacted, being no woman, and yet he did, a strangled cry on his lips as pleasure shot through him yet again.

What the f*ck is this?!

He groaned, unable to grasp why it felt so good to have his chest touched this way, but he couldn’t resist it at all, his hands useless on the door handle as Kendell’s fingers continued to dig in and massage him in a way that made him light-headed, his face heating with embarrassment mixed with such ungodly pleasure.

His member pulsed dangerously, as if needing little more than a few strokes to finish, and without conscious thought, Tucker dropped one hand from the handle to wrap it around himself through the thin fabric of his dress and his skin-tight briefs. Oh sweet hell. Tucker gasped at the instant relief followed by a raging need to finish that made him bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut to keep from calling out as his hand began to move.

“Are you…” Kendell began suddenly behind him, his voice so deep and husky next to Tucker’s ear that it sent shivers through him in waves; it made him pulse harder in his hand. Kendell’s voice dropped further, into hoarse whisper. “…Touching yourself right now?”

Tucker froze, his eyes snapping open as the question paralyzed him. He looked over with dread towards Kendell’s voice and was shocked to see Kendell staring back at him over his shoulder, eyes so dark in the dim light they were nearly black, but the expression in them was clear, rocking Tucker to his core: I want to f*ck you so badly. Right now.

Tucker sucked in a breath, shock reverberating through him and did the only thing he could think of in this situation.

He let go of himself and elbowed Kendell hard right in the stomach.

And then, when Kendell’s shocked and betrayed face disappeared as he buckled over, wheezing harshly, Tucker made a break for it as fast as his feet would take him.

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You damn bastard, Kendell thought as he held his wounded abdomen, gasping through the pain. You didn’t have to hit me so hard.

Kendell coughed, sucking in a shaking breath as he finally managed to stand straight again, breathing through the pain as he grabbed the door handle, pulling the door open.

He was going to chase after Tucker and make him regret doing that to him.

Kendell felt a devilish smile twist his lips upwards despite the pain, and strode towards the nearest elevator, assuming Tucker had gone straight to their apartment to hide from his damn feelings.

But Kendell couldn’t hide anymore.

Not when Kendell was pretty certain Tucker had been pumping a raging boner in his hand while in Kendell’s arms.

And if that had been the case, Kendell was going to strip that man until he could hide nothing at all and show him just what he’d been running away from.

Kendell paused midstep.

But…still… why did Tucker run away? He’d clearly been enjoying it. Kendell would have thought someone as seasoned as Tucker would have just gone with it.

When Kendell first met Tucker, back in their first year of high school, Kendell had walked in on Tucker and a short brunette girl kissing quite passionately in the back of an empty classroom.

The two hadn’t noticed him, and the little brunette girl was leaning over Tucker lying on the desk, her hands under Tucker’s shirt and rubbing up his abs as they kissed. Kendell had been stunned by the pure audacity of the two kids so early in the morning and had seriously considered calling out to the nearest teacher to see what they might have to say about such behaviour.

But then the couple’s lips had parted, and as the girl lifted off Tucker, Kendell’s eyes had fallen unbidden onto Tucker’s face. And he had become rooted to the spot. Tucker’s cheeks had been pinkened by pleasure and his deep brown eyes had been filled with unadulterated lust. A jolt of desire had shot up Kendell’s spine like a bolt of lightning.

All it had taken was Tucker’s face, and Kendell had become hard as a rock.

And then he’d promptly turned tail and fled before the two noticed him.

He never did tell Tucker about that incident.

These past few years, he’d let Tucker assume they met when the rest of the class returned from the gymnasium and Kendell belatedly re-entered to be introduced as a new transfer student.

Whose seat turned out to be the one Tucker had been making out on.

Right next to Tucker’s own seat.

And Tucker seemed to take more interest in him the more Kendell overcompensated and did his best to ignore him.

Yes, he was certain he could have scared Tucker away by revealing his orientation—he’d seen how straight guys reacted when a gay came out; it’d been the talk of the school in his previous school—but at first, he`d denied it even to himself.

Kendell had never felt any true desire for anyone before, so some dumb playboy who liked to stick his tongue down a girl’s throat first thing in the morning was clearly not going to be the first person Kendell was attracted to.

And what’s more, that little brunette had turned out to be Tucker’s girlfriend. Even if he were interested in something more than the irritating friendship Tucker was pushing on him, that wouldn’t have been possible.

But then Tucker and the girl broke up.

And Kendell’s heart had raced as soon as he saw Tucker`s clouded face. Without wanting to, he’d fantasized how to make Tucker feel better.

How to make Tucker feel much better.

But within a couple of weeks, Tucker had had a new girlfriend. This time a little red-head girl.

And Kendell had shook himself out of the fantasies that were going nowhere and became resolute in keeping his yearnings contained.

Which was very hard to do when he would walk in on Tucker kissing everywhere.

It had driven him up the wall.

But, Kendell had just pushed the feelings down, way, way down as he kept himself carefully in the friend zone. Not best friend, just friend, just close enough to be able to hang out with Tucker at school and in the volleyball club he’d been pushed into joining, but not quite close enough for Tucker to come over to his house.

Because something terrible had happened. Somewhere along the way, Kendell had fallen in love with Tucker. Stupid, stupidly in love.

He didn`t know why.

He didn`t know when.

He only realized it when he overheard Tucker telling a girl, “I love you,” and his heart had plummeted to his feet.

And that same night, he’d finally accepted their friends’ jibes about never having tasted alcohol and had had his first drinking competition, him and Tucker, those same friends cheering them on, while Kendell made plans to drown his stupid feelings so thoroughly he would never have to deal with them again.

Instead, the moment their friends’ attention turned elsewhere, Kendell had grabbed Tucker’s head and pulled his lips to Kendell’s in the sloppiest kiss Kendell would later die inside to think about. And Tucker had looked at him dumbly when Kendell had let go, smiled in confusion, and then fell over unconscious.

And had woken up the next day not remembering anything about it.

That had been the final straw.

Kendell hadn’t been able to take it anymore.

He couldn’t be friends with Tucker any longer. It was too damn painful.

Uplifted by the decision, he’d started acting out.

Silly little pranks that would cause Tucker annoyance and make him turn away.

Switching sugar for salt. Switching Tucker’s shoes for someone else’s two sizes too small.

Changing Tucker’s autocorrect to be swear words so that Tucker accidentally texted his mother a rather inappropriate text.

But then he’d been caught, and when Tucker had looked at him shocked, he’d shoved his bleeding heart aside and grinned wide, as if he’d always planned to be caught.

But, much to his consternation, Tucker hadn’t been angry at all.

He’d sworn at Kendell, he’d scolded him, he’d brought him over to his house so Kendell could explain to Mrs. Bradley just what had happened, but Tucker hadn’t been angry.

Unable to resist, Kendell had done it again.

And again.

What was the harm? They would be going their separate ways after they graduated, so why not enjoy the attention Tucker gave him, even if it meant it would end the friendship they should never have had anyway.

But things hadn’t quite gone as he’d expected.

Tucker had gotten closer to him, not further.

Tucker had started coming over to Kendell's house unannounced.

Tucker would share family dinners with Kendell and his parents.

Kendell had only just managed to avoid Tucker staying over, because that would have been apocalyptically bad, but then… the unthinkable happened.

The moment Tucker found out Kendell’s university plans from Kendell’s mom, he’d made plans to attend the same university and basically invited himself to be Kendell’s roommate.

And he’d been so excited about it, that smile of his so mesmerizing, Kendell had gone numb as his mother accepted on his behalf.

Kendell had had to assure himself over and over as they moved in together that everything would be fine.

Sure, they would live together, and sure, he would be showering in the same shower that Tucker used, maybe using the same towels that Tucker used, but hell, he wasn’t a psycho creep who couldn’t control his urges.

He just couldn’t get drunk.

He’ll quickly find a girl who’ll make him move out and then we’ll go our separate ways… Just a little later than planned.

That was what Kendell had told himself every night since they’d moved in, when he’d had to force himself to fall asleep aroused.

And in the days, he would continue his pranks, trying to push Tucker away without actually pushing him away.

Because he was a coward.

And because Tucker let him get away with it.

Even when his pranks started turning into something else entirely. A way for Kendell to express what he wanted from Tucker without ever having to come out and say anything.

Just like he was still doing now.

Kendell blew out his breath as he continued walking down the hallway and then pressed the Down button at the elevator doors.

Now that Kendell’s brain had a moment to think, it was obvious. Tucker had run from him because Tucker thought he was tricking Kendell.

Unlike Kendell, Tucker was not one who played with people.

Which was why this whole Stephanie thing was so strange.

What had been his goal?

And what would Tucker think right now if he learned Kendell had known it was him all along?

He would… be relieved, wouldn’t he? No more playing as a woman. They could go from best friends and roommates right to lovers for life.

There was no doubt now that Tucker could get it up with a guy, so there should be no problem.

Kendell frowned, absently biting his lip as he entered the elevator and pressed the floor number for their apartment.

Yes, we don’t need to pretend anymore.

He pulled his phone out of his costume’s belt pouch and opened up to Stephanie’s conversation with him.

Tentatively, he began texting: [I know that you’re Tuc—]

Kendell’s thumbs paused. An anxious weight had started pressing down on his chest, a strange lump had formed in his throat. He sighed and leaned back against the wall of the elevator, grimacing in disgust at himself.

He was still too afraid.

Tucker had started this whole thing by kissing Kendell while pretending to be a woman.

And he’d come again tonight, dressed as a woman.

Why would Tucker have done that if he could have just kissed Kendell as himself?

Because Tucker thought Kendell liked girls.

But still, Tucker was so loose.

He could have said he wanted to kiss Kendell out of curiosity and then when Kendell responded, because Kendell would respond, they could have gone from there.

So…

Why keep up the charade?

What was there to gain? To lose?

Kendell wasn’t so important that the idea of him being angered or turned off should have stopped Tucker from doing what he wanted.

Tucker had tried many times over with girls, and though most had succeeded—the damn player—some had not, and Tucker had never shed a tear over those failures.

Kendell left the elevator and headed towards their apartment, feeling his heart racing as each step brought him closer to where Tucker was.

He knew Tucker didn’t feel that way about him, so he should try to keep himself objective.

But it was becoming so hard.

His traitorous imagination wanted to see affection in Tucker's eyes, wanted to see need. Wanted...

Kendell pushed away the thought.

So…WHY the woman get-up?

Kendell stopped in front of the apartment door and put his head against the cool wood, needing a moment more to think.

It couldn’t be… Tucker wanted to be … treated… like a woman?

That seemed so farfetched.

And yet… why else? Maybe university was where Tucker planned to let himself at last be free of restrictions and his parents' expectations...

Kendell closed his eyes as his brows knitted together, frowning in indecision.

He had no idea what the right call here was.

If Tucker wanted to be Stephanie, and this—this dressing up—was all… real to him… then what was Kendell going to do to keep him?

Kendell opened his eyes and looked down at the phone and the half-written message now glaring up at him.

F*ck, I don’t know what to do.

Tentatively, he erased what he had originally written and rewrote his message:

[I hope that we can do that again sometime.]

Kendell cringed and quickly erased that message, too.

“s**t,” he muttered.

He had no idea what to say.

He looked down at the door knob, his heart in his throat.

He had to find out just how Tucker was feeling about this, and there was only one way to do that.