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Kris meets my eyes from across the room. I watch the line of his throat bob as he sips down a drink from his cup. It makes my face start to flush red.
He doesn’t break eye contact as he finishes his drink, the shine of leftover liquid glossing over his bottom lip. His tongue darts out to lick it off and I bite the inside of my lip so hard I taste blood.
My whole body feels hot and prickling, and I can feel a tension starting to build in my stomach that can only mean one thing. I try to focus on the story that Bronwyn is telling me, but my ears are starting to ring. Kris is making his way toward us, and my skin is breaking out into shivers. I’m not sure that I can stand next to him and pretend I’m okay, with his whole body pressing into mine, his warm skin, the tight muscle of his arm—Woah.
Okay, Cooper, calm down.
It’s getting ridiculous, we literally fucked last night but I’m shaking like a virgin who’s finally about to get the chance to have sex.
I’m about to open my mouth to say hello as he approaches, but he doesn’t stop. He squeezes one hand on my shoulder and then makes his way past us to the bathroom.
Bronwyn is still speaking when I interrupt her, putting my drink down on the table. “I gotta go to the toilet, be right back.”
Bronwyn just smiles and nods, but Nate, clearly clocking the direction Kris has just walked in, gives me a little, knowing smirk.
I can’t even bring myself to care. He and Bronwyn have hooked up at several parties since they got back together. I grin right back at him and make my way to the bathroom.
The door is closed, but when I try the handle, it’s not locked. I open it, and almost immediately step into Kris’ chest. His cheeks are a little flushed with the alcohol he’s been drinking, because I agreed to drive tonight. His hair is perfectly styled, just roughed up enough to look effortless. He’s so hot in his dark, ripped jeans and tight emerald tee that I can feel my mouth go dry.
When I close the door, Kris immediately crowds me up against it, rocking our hips together. I groan as his lips find the side of my jaw and he sucks a line down to the hollow of my throat. I tangle a hand in the back of his hair.
I’m so hard that I can barely focus, all my blood pooling down south. Kris seems to be having a similar problem, the long line of him pressed up against me.
“Jesus Kris,” I whisper as he pulls down the collar of my t-shirt to suck a hickey into my chest. My hands come up to tug on his hair, and he groans, scraping his teeth against my skin until I do, too.
He trails back up to leave a kiss at the pulse point of my neck, and I thrust desperately against him. He pulls at my hips until I move off the door and against one of the walls.
“I want you, so bad,” he whispers into my mouth as we kiss.
“Please,” I groan back, rubbing my dick against his jeans.
It’s a tiny room, literally just the toilet and the door, but there’s enough space for Kris to sink to his knees in front of me. He reaches up and unbuttons my jeans, brushing against my hard on as he does so. It makes me buck forward and he laughs.
“Patience, baby.” His voice is deep, and so sexy that it almost has the opposite effect of his words. “I’m getting there.”
He hooks his fingers into the waist band of my jeans and pulls them down my thighs. I’m trembling in just my boxers, and tangle a hand in his hair. He looks up to me with a grin, his eyes dark with lust.
Then he pulls down my boxers as well. The cold air of the bathroom isn’t enough to take me down at all, when Kris’ mouth falls open like he can’t believe his eyes.
“So pretty, baby,” he murmurs. He leans forward pressing kisses up my shaft as I desperately try to keep my hips still. He’s teasing me on purpose, and I know the more eager I am, the more he’ll make me wait.
Finally, achingly slowly, he wraps his perfect lips around the head. I bite my lip and look upward to the ceiling light. His dark hair moves backwards and forwards as he begins to take me into his mouth. It feels so good that my hands dig into his scalp accidentally.
The feeling only makes him moan though, and the vibrations have me thrusting into him.
He dips his head, his tongue running along the vein in the base of my dick. Then he wraps his lips around me again, the warm, wet suction making me groan.
“Kris, Kris, Kris!” His name falls desperately from my lips like a chant. “Oh fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna come.”
He curls his tongue around the head of my dick and the sensation sends me over the edge. I thrust into his mouth, hips desperately rolling back and forwards. It’s like electricity snaps through my body when I come down the back of his throat, a hand pressed firmly against my own mouth to silence the groans I can feel slipping out.
“Oh god,” I whisper as he pulls away. His lips are shiny with spit, and the sight of him on his knees pulls another moan from me.
Kris puts his head down and gasps, pressing the heel of his hand to his jeans.
“Oh fuck, babe,” I groan quietly. I pull my boxers and jeans back up my legs, and then take ahold of Kris’ forearms to pull him up.
With both of standing, we’re only inches away from each other in the cramped room. He leans forward and pulls me toward him, kissing me, needy. I slide my hands into his hair and push up against him until he’s pinned to the other side of the wall. He’s thrusting up against my thigh, the hard line of his dick trapped in his jeans. He slides his tongue between my teeth, his hips speeding up as he gets increasingly turned on.
I sink to my knees, looking up to him with a smirk, and Kris curses, trying to stifle the noise in the crook of his arm. The floor of the bathroom is a little disgusting but I try not to think about it as I unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans.
Kris’ dick strains up against his stomach as soon as I push his briefs down, large and already shining with precome.
“You’re so fucking hot, Kris,” I tell him.
He runs a hand through my hair, tangling his fingers in at the nape of my neck. It draws me in closer.
I wrap my fist around him, and he moans, stifled on a bite of his lip. I lean forward on my knees and lick a long line from the base to the head. It makes him buckle, shoulders curling in as his hands tighten in my hair.
“Cooper,” he whispers, broken.
I swirl my tongue around him, before taking him into my throat. The bitter taste of his precome lingers on my tongue, and it turns me on enough to moan around him. His thighs tighten around my head as I take him in deeper. I can feel his dick in the back of my throat and have to take a deep breath to not choke.
Slowly, I manage to sink all the way down him, sucking in my cheeks until he falls forward with a muffled curse.
“So good, baby, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Kris babbles.
I dip my head back and forward, running my hands over his thighs until I can feel them starting to tremble and flex under my fingers. I hollow out my cheeks, and slide up the length of his dick a few times until he’s shaking so much I know he’s about to come.
I pull off him with a wet pop, twisting my fist quickly over the head of his dick until he’s swearing and whispering my name like a prayer. He uses the hands in my hair to tilt my head all the way back and I open my mouth eagerly. It makes him moan out my name, his hips thrusting into my hand.
“Fuck, Coop. I’m going to come,” he whispers, breaking into a muffled moan.
It’s not long later that I feel him stiffen in my hand, then he’s coming all over my face in warm pulses.
I swallow what’s landed on my tongue, the taste making me moan. I can feel his come dripping down my jaw and I scoop what I can back into my mouth.
Kris’ legs are trembling so much I’m surprised he’s able to hold himself up. He falls back against the bathroom wall, trying to catch his breath. He looks at me through lidded eyes.
“God, baby, you’re incredible,” he gasps out.
I smile at him, pulling myself up to my feet. He buckles himself back into his jeans, then leans over to take some toilet paper. He gently wipes my jaw and cheeks clean. I lean in for a soft kiss, and we melt against one another for a moment.
“We should go,” he whispers. “If someone knocks on this door and we walk out together, I may never recover from the embarrassment.”
He’s joking, but he’s also right. I unlock the door and ease out first.
Bronwyn and Nate have disappeared in the time we’ve been in the bathroom. They’re probably off doing something similar. I grab a can of coke and make my way over to where Luis is standing in the low light of the Christmas lights strung up on the back porch.
I can see Kris out of the corner of my eye, he’s talking to Addy and Keely inside. Keely and him have become weirdly close friends. I’m glad because I love Keely, and I want to be friends with her, but it’s still strange to see worlds collide like that.
She also makes a lot of jokes about Kris being a home wrecker, mostly, I think, just to watch me squirm. Kris claims that they bonded over their taste in men, which is objectively very funny although the thought of them talking about me kind of makes me want to throw myself off a bridge.
“Hey!” Luis says, warmly, when I reach him. We fist bump. “How are you, dude?”
“Yeah good, man, you?”
We talk for a while, until I turn to put my drink on the table and something catches Luis’ eye.
“What?” I ask as he looks at me weirdly.
“Sorry,” he says. “When you moved into the light, you have something on your cheek.”
He leans forward to get a better look, and it only occurs to me what he’s talking about when he pulls away, a disgusted look on his face.
“Aw, dude!” He exclaims as he reels back, but he’s laughing so I know he’s not really freaked out.
I touch a hand to my cheek and it comes away a little sticky as I wipe off the remnants of what Kris missed. “Um, oops. Sorry.”
Luis shakes his head. “Man, you’ve only been here for like an hour, pull it together.” He laughs, taking a long sip of his drink. “I can’t believe we all thought you were some innocent, not-til-marriage virgin.”
I give him a look. “I was an innocent, not-til-marriage virgin.”
He grins at me, holding up his beer to cheers. “Not anymore though, bro.”
I laugh and clink the rim of my coke can against his drink. I feel a hand slide against my waist, and then the warm weight of Kris settles into my side.
”Hi babe,” I say.
We’d discussed how much physical affection I was comfortable with showing before we got here. It still makes me feel ashamed that I’m not ready to grab him and kiss him in front of everyone, but I told him he could hold my hand or my waist if he wanted. He wasn’t at all mad at the restriction. People might say that they’re okay with me being gay and having a boyfriend, but I’m still at a party filled with the same people who laughed at me and mocked me when they found out.
Still, there’s a little irony in sucking each other off in a bathroom and then being too shy to kiss.
Luis grins broadly at Kris. “There he is,” he says, a shit eating grin on his face. He loops an arm around Kris’ neck, having to stretch up to do so, and pulls him in for a sort of bro hug.
Kris goes with it awkwardly, unsure of what is going on. “Sorry, what?”
I can feel my face turning bright red, and I grab hold of Kris’ hand to pull him back to my side. “Nothing,” I tell him.
Luis grins slowly at us. “Yeah, nothing. You having a good time, Kris?” The intonation he puts on the word ‘good’ makes Kris raise his eyebrows.
He looks across to me, and the bright red flame of my face confirms his suspicions. Luis, never passing up the opportunity to make fun of me, breaks into hysterics.
“Okay,” he says slowly. “Want to fill me in?”
I laugh and squeeze his hand. “Don’t worry.”
Kris scrunches his nose at me. He wants to know if he should be embarrassed, but I think if I relay the story aloud right now I might die on the spot. So I shake my head back with a little smile, he knows I’ll tell him later anyway.
Luis sighs. “Man, you make me feel lonely. You reckon Bronwyn brought Maeve?”
He’s saying it just to piss me off, I know it. “Luis,” I say sharply. “You leave that girl alone, I swear.”
He grins at me, unrepentant. “I keep telling you Coop, I’m a changed man.”
I snort. “Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it.”
He reaches out and punches my shoulder. “Hey, if you can have a long term loving relationship, then so can I!”
I roll my eyes. “You could have one, Luis, but you know you get bored easily.”
Luis shakes his head. “I wouldn’t get bored of her,” he says, dreamily. “You hear her and Knox broke up?”
Kris laughs at how eager he is. I look skywards. “I’m never gonna hear the end of this.”
“Nah bro,” Luis says, “We’re gonna get married and have five children.”
“Five?” Kris repeats. “Jesus, give her a break.”
We all burst into laughter which only descends into further realms of hysteria when Bronwyn approaches from behind and says, “Give who a break?”
Her hair is messy in the back, and the gloss she had on her lips earlier is gone. If she were the type to wear more makeup, I would put money on it being all over her. Nate has faired better, behind her. His hair is always messy, so he looks mostly unchanged. I think I can spy a red hickey forming on his jaw though.
“No one,” Luis says quickly. He talks a lot of shit, but I think he’s kind of scared of Bronwyn.
He should be.
Bronwyn hooks an arm into Kris’. “You’ll tell me, right?” she pleads, jokingly.
Kris cuts his eyes across to Luis who is clearly trying to communicate something with his eyes. “Uh,” he says, pulling away from Bronwyn. “No, I think I value my life.”
Bronwyn looks across to Luis, who immediately rearranges his expression into something innocent making me laugh.
“You’re an idiot,” I tell him, and then, because I’m an excellent friend, I change the topic by asking Bronwyn about school.
It’s not long after that Addy and Keely join us, their arms entwined. They’ve gone back to friendship again really quickly, and I’m happy for them. The seven of us standing in a big circle have essentially made our own, smaller party and I finally feel comfortable to do what I’ve been aching for the entire night.
I tug Kris toward me, thread my hands in his hair, and give him a solid, passionate kiss.
Addy whoops from beside us, and behind my closed eyes, I see the flash of a phone camera. Kris and I pull away laughing.
“Wow that’s so cute,” Keely says, leaning over Addy’s phone. Addy turns it around to show us.
Keely’s right. The Christmas lights behind us have made a sort of halo effect around our heads, and I can see the beginnings of a smile on both of our lips.
“Dude,” I say. “Send that to me. And stop taking photos of us.”
Kris laughs at me. “You can’t have it both ways.” He curls an arm around me.
My phone chimes with the message from Ads and I immediately upload it to my Instagram, tagging him.
I tuck my phone back in my pocket, and lean into him. He slides a hand in the back of my jean pocket. I catch Addy’s eyes and we both grin brightly.
I fucking love my life.