A gay story: His Seduction Ch. 02 ~ If you are just joining us for the first time, Please heed my warning and read His Seduction first before you start the second part, or else you will have no idea as to why these two boys act the way they do. Sure, you may still enjoy it, but isn’t it nice to have all the facts? And for those of you who have been asking me to continue on, here it is. I only hope it appeals to you as much as the first one did. ~
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Keith lay there and stared at his glowing stars, trying to take in what had just happened and just how he felt about it. Was that all there was to sex? Did it always feel that good? Did Mike want him to do the same? Oh, he wasn’t sure about that just yet. He couldn’t even muster up the courage to look his best friend in the eye at the moment for longer than five seconds before he blushed and looked away. Somehow, he was sure it was supposed to go better than this when two people had just done what he’d just gone through.
He was still trying to figure out why he was so hard again. Damn it.
Mike lay at his side looking very much like the cat that had just eaten the canary, as he ran his fingers lightly over Keith’s heaving chest. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” Mike leaned close and whispered in a sultry voice, “And there is still so much I want to do to you.”
Keith gulped and felt his face redden, his steel colored eyes never leaving the pale green stars on his ceiling.
The pleasure he’d felt only minutes before was fading from his mind only to be replaced by shock at what he’d just let happen. How could he have let it happen? He could have said no anytime he’d wanted and put a stop to the whole thing, but did he? No! Worse yet, part of him didn’t want it to end. Part of him wanted him to ask Mike about these other things he wanted to do to him, but his mouth just wouldn’t let the troublesome curiosity get lose. Thankfully, he didn’t have to fight his inner battle because regardless of what he decided to do, Mike didn’t appear to be done with him yet anyhow.
Mike slide on top of him, using his weight to pin Keith to the mattress. “You are just too damn cute when you get embarrassed, you know that?”
Keith could feel his face grow hotter. Oh, great. He not only liked his best friend doing things to him his father was sure to disapprove of, but now he was cute. That was just great.
He looked into Mike’s dark blue eyes and felt as though he was being swallowed whole. This was not his best friend who teased him about girls and helped him out when he was in a bind. No, this was some stranger who had succeeded in seducing him with kisses and was, all in all, rapidly corrupting him!
Oh, and there he went with the corrupting again.
Mike leaned down and kissed his neck finding an incredibly erotic spot Keith hadn’t been aware of at all. Who knew a neck could have so many wonderful nerve endings in it?
So much about this seemed so wrong when he really stopped to think about it. But who could think with Mike nibbling on their collarbone, really? Damn it, focus! A part of him felt he should never have let this happen. It was all some horrible mistake he couldn’t take back now. Wanted him to stop the mistake from getting worse, but he felt powerless to do so. A small voice in the back of his head that sounded oddly like his father kept yelling for him to stop this nonsense. He even tried to give into and agree with the annoying little voice, really he did. Except when he opened his mouth to put an end to it all and make Mike stop making him feel so many wonderful things, Mike was suddenly there chasing all the thoughts from his head as he kissed him in to dumbfounded ness. And it was oh-so-nice.
“You think too much, you know that,” Mike mumbled against his lips.
Keith soon found himself moving against Mike’s jean clad lower half, trying to get closer. Moans escaped from low in his throat as Mike’s mouth claimed possession of his own.
Oh, please, just for night. Please, God, just let me enjoy tonight and not worry about tomorrow. Just for tonight.
Somewhere in his wandering thoughts, Mike had become as naked as he was. It was the most incredibly feeling to have naked flesh against heated flesh. Enjoying every moment of it, he let his own tentative hands roam over Mike’s broad chest and shoulders. Letting his thumbs gently flick at Mike’s nipples, he delighted when Mike let out a small gasp of pleasure. Growing bolder by the sound, he twisted the nubs ever so slightly making Mike groan and his body grow taunt.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that,” Mike grinned.
Mike’s hand grabbed him and before long had him moaning loudly and squirming on the bed.
With his other hand, Mike pulled open the bed stand drawer and grabbed Keith’s secret stash of lotion there. It never dawned on Keith what Mike was doing until he felt something hard pressing against his ass. His whole body froze, going as taunt as a guitar string. This definitely wasn’t something he’d thought about.
Mike stopped moving the moment he felt Keith begin to panic. His head close to Keith’s ear, his voice was soft but strained as he spoke to Keith. “Shh. It’s okay, Keith, I promise. I’ll go slow. It won’t hurt much, not with the lotion. Trust me, Keith, I wouldn’t do it unless I thought you would enjoy it, too.”
When Keith still didn’t move, barely even breathed, Mike kissed his neck. “Relax for me, baby.”
Mike never moved, just softly kissed his neck and Keith began to feel himself relax muscle by muscle like melting ice. Every inch he relaxed, Mike would slowly slide further into him. The pressure was intense, as was the pain slowly growing inside of him, but there was something else, something that was just beyond the pain, yet he couldn’t quite seem to reach it.
When Mike was in him as far as he could go, he tried to stay as still as possible, letting Keith get used to the feel of him. It was killing him, it really was, but he didn’t want to frighten Keith more than he already had and he would do anything to keep from hurting him.
“You okay?”
Keith shifted bellow him, making him groan. Mike smiled as he heard Keith’s own sound of surprised pleasure. “Um, yeah, I’m – I’m okay. You?”
“Geeze, Keith. You sound like you’re asking me how the weather is where I live,” Mike laughed softly. “Damn you feel good.”
“Well, you feel pretty damn good yourself.” Keith was surprised he’d said it out loud! He hadn’t meant to. He closed his eyes on a humiliated groan and shook his head. He sounded like some cheesy movie extra.
Mike laughed again and kissed Keith’s lips. “You haven’t felt anything yet.” And he began to move.
For the next hour, Mike made him come again and again, each time bringing him to a new realm of pleasure. Exhausting both of them, they finally collapsed and fell asleep tangled up in each other.
* * * * * *
Keith stretched, feeling sore muscles in places he didn’t even want to think about. Twenty. Not a super powerful age to be, but it felt good. He’d never felt so good waking up the day after his birthday. Of course, it was his first birthday away from home so his dad couldn’t screw things up for him like he usually did.
Snuggling deeper into the warmth under the blanket, Keith paused. Funny, he didn’t remember getting under the blankets last night. And he didn’t remember his bed ever being quite so warm before.
His hand reached out slowly behind him until it made contact with warm, smooth flesh. And then the night came back to him with startling clarity.
Whipping his head around, he found Mike sprawled across the side of his bed, half hanging off of it, his blonde hair partly obscuring his face. The sheet was sitting tantalizingly low on his hips, making Keith’s mouth water before he realized he was staring at the outline of his best friend’s ass.
Muttering a curse, Keith jerked himself out of bed, falling on his ass onto the cold floor and hitting his head on the nightstand. Cursing like a sailor as quietly as he could, Keith held his breath and peeked back over the edge of the bed at his still slumbering friend.
Dear God, what had he done? He knew all too well. Worse, he didn’t feel the shame and regret he was so sure he should be feeling right about now. In fact, he felt rather giddy. Ack!
Staying on the floor, he grabbed the nearest pair of jeans and slipped them on. He crawled over to the door, somehow afraid that his sleeping bed mate would wake if he were to stand up all the way and then there would be no escape. He dragged a T-shirt he recognized as his own along with him.
It took him a full minute to slowly turn the knob and sneak out, taking another minute to softly close the door again behind him. At first he just sat there clutching the shirt in one hand and breathed deep calming breaths. Yes, breathing was definitely a good thing. But not when it made your head uncomfortably light, Keith decided and stopped breathing quite so deeply, waiting for the blood to stop rushing to his head.
Feeling safe at last, Keith pushed himself up off the floor, sliding up the wall. He crept slowly down the hallway, feeling like some inept cat burglar sneaking away from the goods instead of towards.
No! Best not to think like that. Not yet at least.
Making it half way down the hallway, he was feeling fairly confident until Jason appeared in front of him, making him yelp like a school girl, his hand flying to his pounding heart. He glanced quickly back at his closed door, expecting it to open at any moment, praying it wouldn’t.
“Damn, man! A little jumpy?” Jason’s eyes followed Keith’s back to the bedroom door. “Dude! Do you still have someone in there? Don’t deny it, I heard you in there. You got laid!”
“NO! I mean, yes, well, ere . . . it’s not what you think, Jason. Not exactly.”
“Oh, right.” Jason nudged him with one of those knowing male looks that said he didn’t believe a thing Keith was saying. “Man, Mike is going to be jealous as all hell. I didn’t hear a thing out of his room last night!”
Keith blushed. “You don’t say.” Clearing his throat, Keith started backing down the hallway. “Look, I’ve got to run out for a bit, okay?”
“Dude, you’re running out on her? Cold, man,” Jason laughed. “With the way you two were going at it, I can’t imagine it was a bad experience for you. That girl sounded like she knew how to take care of her man.” Jason looked thoughtfully at Keith’s door. “You may want to hang onto her if she can make you call out like that, dude. Girls like that are rare.”
Feeling like he could just die on the spot, Keith mumbled something Jason couldn’t quite hear, and took off down the stairs, throwing on his shirt as he went.
The sun was still low in the sky as Keith walked briskly down the street. His first instinct was to go to the library where his sweet books could sooth his tempered spirit. But what book could heal him now? What could a place of quiet sanctuary offer him when all he wanted to do was yell at the top of his lungs in joy and confusion? Damn it all, a library would never do.
He didn’t have many friends. Definitely no male friends that he could talk to about this! None but Mike and Mike was the last person he wanted to talk to at the moment.
Sigh.
There was only one place he really could go to, one person he could speak to. He knew that somehow Kelly, Mike’s younger sister and a good friend of his, would understand. She wouldn’t make fun of him, not until she was sure he could handle it, that was. And he was hoping she wouldn’t mind it if he hid out for a while.
“Ouch!” Keith looked down at the bloody underside of his right foot and frowned. He could barely believe that he’d been in such a rush to get away that he’d completely forgotten his shoes! Now a dismayingly large piece of glass had lodged itself deep into the soft part of his foot. “Damn it, damn it, damn it! Man, that hurts!”
He looked up at Kelly’s little apartment building that had seemed so close just moments ago. Now that his foot was throbbing painfully, the place seemed miles away. One tiny attempt at stepping in that direction proved he just wasn’t going to make it unless he got the glass out. With a heavy sigh, Keith flopped down onto the sidewalk and looked at the small puddle of blood gathering at his foot. The glass poked out at him as though silently laughing at his attempt of a quick and easy escape from the uncomfortable situation he’d found himself in just moments ago. Could things possibly get anymore complicated for him, he wondered.
Fingers slick with his own blood, Keith gave the glass a tug until it came out, a pained cry escaping him along with a heart felt curse. His ravaged foot oozed steadily onto the ground. “Eew.”
Not wanting to leave a trail of blood everywhere, not that it would be a first on this sidewalk, or get some kind of weird infection, Keith pulled off his newly donned T-shirt and wrapped it tightly around his foot. The girls across the street were apparently appreciative as the hooted and hollered at him, until he blushed.
Pulling up the too big jeans he now recognized as Mike’s, Keith limped off once again in the direction of Kelly’s place. Of course she would have to live on the third floor of a building that did not believe in the miracles of elevators. By the time he reached her floor, he was sorely tempted to crawl down the hallway until he reached her door, his foot hurt so bad. Instead he sucked it up and merely whimpered with every step.
Keith leaned his right arm on the doorframe and pounded with his left. “Please be home. Please be home.”
Kelly often spent the night at her boyfriend’s house off campus, leaving her apartment to the whims of her roommates, Scott and Sandy. At this point, he almost didn’t even care if they were there, so long as Kelly was as well.
Scott opened the door and managed to not drop his jaw only by clenching it tightly. The sight that greeted him had his mouth watering.
Standing in the hallway was one of the hottest little bodies he’d seen in awhile, and, man, had it been awhile. Whoever it was had his head down, dark hair falling wildly in his face. He had on nothing more than a pair of jeans that hung marvelously low on his hip bones, giving light to the fact that there was nothing else on underneath.
Scott swallowed and restrained himself before he jumped the poor kid right there in the hall. “Can I help you?”
Keith looked up and saw his surprise reflected in Scott’s eyes.
“Keith?”
“Hey, Scott.” Scott was staring at him rather weirdly and it made butterflies dance in Keith’s stomach. Scott’s light brown hair was wet as though he’d just come out of a shower. His whiskey colored eyes bore into Keith’s until Keith looked away. “Is, ah, Kelly here? I really need to talk to her.”
“She’s out jogging, but she should be back any minute.” Keith The Bookworm, Mike’s friend and roommate, was whom he had almost jumped? Who would have guessed the guy that was always studying would have such a hot body? Damn!
“Oh,” Keith said, not bothering to hide his disappointment. She wasn’t there. She was supposed to be here now when he needed her! Not appear when it was convenient to her time schedule, damn it! This was a crisis!
“Would you like to wait inside,” Scott drawled.
“Um, yeah. Thanks.” One hand pushing off the doorframe and the other trying to hold up the pants, Keith limped inside.
It was only then Scott looked down past those mouthwatering hips to the bare foot and bandaged other one. The T-shirt wrapped around the one foot was dirty and blood had begun to seep through slightly on one side. “What the hell did you do to your foot? Come sit on the couch and let me have a look.”
“No, no. I’m fine, really.”
“Yes, I can see that. Now sit down.” Scott walked behind him and gave Keith one small shove, which sent him flying onto the couch with a grunt. Smiling smugly, he began to walk back to the bathroom to get his medical equipment he’d barrowed from his classes.
“Thanks,” Keith said with a glare.
“Don’t mention it.”
Keith pushed himself into a sitting position and sucked in a breath. Sitting was not as comfortable as he remembered it to be. He blushed as he remembered the abuse his rear had gone through not more than five hours before.
Shaking off the memory, he pulled his foot up and began peeling off his T-shirt. Every few moments, he would throw a look to the door, praying it would open and Kelly would come home so he could talk to her.
Had Mike awaken to find him gone? Was he mad? How did he feel about last night? Had it been a one-time thing for him and now he would move onto whatever student caught his eye next?
Keith groaned and bent over, feeling suddenly nauseous.
“What? Tough guy like you not fond of the sight of blood?”
“I’m fine.”
“You say that a lot, don’t you?” Scott kneeled down in front of Keith and began to clean around the cut. “So how long have you been a pathological liar?”
“What?”
Scott raised an eyebrow at him. “Just tell me what you did to make the bottom of your foot look like stepped on a razor.”
“I stepped on glass, but I pulled it out.”
“And you walked all the way over here without shoes because . . .?”
“I . . . forgot them.” Keith shook his head. “Will Kelly be back soon?”
“Geeze, you sound like a kid waiting for your buddy to come rescue you from chores or something. Just relax, would you?” Scott frowned at the foot as he poured alcohol onto a cotton swab. “Because this is really going to hurt.”
Keith shot himself off the couch with a yelp. He didn’t get far as Scott refused to let go of his foot. “Sit still, the burning will subside in a few moments, but I have to bandage this while I can.”
“Son of a . . .! Damn it! That hurts! Why didn’t you tell me it would hurt?”
“I did, so stop complaining.”
“How about I shove a hot poker into your foot and we’ll see how well you control your complaining, you jerk!”
Scott laughed. It was a rich and compelling sound. “Got some fire in you, don’t you, bookworm?”
Keith flopped his head onto the back of the couch, breathing heavily. His foot throbbed fiercely as Scott’s cool hands wrapped some kind of tape around it. Surprisingly, Scott’s touch was gentle and felt . . . nice.
Keith barely suppressed a sigh. Was he doomed now to look at other guys in a whole new light thanks to Mike?
Scott patted his foot lightly and sat back to look at his handy work. “There, you’ll live. Thankfully, you didn’t cut it deep enough that it would have to have stitches, but I would be careful with it for awhile.”
“Thanks, Doc.” Keith closed his eyes and simply sat there. So far, in less than twenty-four hours, he’d had a great party, been seduced by his best friend, ran away before said friend woke up, sliced his foot open, found his one confidante wasn’t where she was supposed to be, had momentary lapses of fantasy for the guy sitting in front of him, and had blushed more times than any girl he’d ever met. Oh, yeah. This was going to be a day to remember.
He looked up when the couch gave beside him. Scott was now sitting next to him starring at his . . . no, he couldn’t be staring at his mouth, could he?
Scott laid his right arm on the back of the couch, turning his body and giving him better access to Keith. Who would have guessed this kid would be such a hottie? And would plop himself down in Scott’s lap like a gift from God for the taking?
Scott couldn’t help but lightly lick his lips at the wicked thought currently coursing through his mind.
Keith saw the action and the look in Scott’s eyes and felt panic begin to well up in him. Oh, why had he said he would wait for Kelly inside? He scooted as slowly as he could to the very end of the couch, hoping Scott wouldn’t notice.
He did.
Scott laughed again that rich sound. “Jittery little thing, aren’t you?”
Thankfully, Keith didn’t have to answer.
The door opened and in came a puffing and sweaty Kelly. She was still listening to her headset and didn’t notice the guys on the couch. Instead she happily jogged her self into the kitchen and drank some water.
Moving back out to the living room on a dance step, she jumped when she saw a shirtless Keith, who looked a little wild around the eyes, and her roommate Scott on the couch. What was going on here?
She whipped off her headset and came farther into the room. “Keith?”
“Kelly, I need to talk to you.” Keith started to push himself off the couch, but Scott touched his arm and shook his head. “What?”
“She can come to you. Give your foot a little time to heal first, okay?”
“Oh, yeah. Okay.”
“What happened to your foot?” Kelly hurried over and sat on the coffee table, her concern evident as her eyes went from the dirty, bloody shirt to his cleanly bandaged foot.
Keith waved his hand impatiently in the air, waving the matter aside. “That’s the least of my problems right now. I just really needed to talk to someone and you were the only one I could go to.”
“What about Mike? I mean, I’m flattered that you’re here, but you have always gone to Mike before you’ve come to me.”
Keith looked out the window to avoid her eyes. He was afraid he’d give something away about how corrupted he’d become before he was ready to tell her. “He’s a large part of way I’m here.”
Kelly Shot a confused look at Scott who just shrugged. She knew her brother could be a royal jerk when he really wanted to be, but she’d never known Keith to get so upset about it before. He generally just took everything in stride. Whatever had happened had been big. “Okay, so tell me what happened. I’m listening.”
“Could I,” Keith started softly. “Could I talk to you alone?”
“Sure, honey.” Kelly looked over at Scott and pointed her finger down the hall. “Scott, go to your room.”
Scott laughed and rose with a stretch. His smile widened as he watched Keith watching him, than turn guiltily away. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just don’t forget to tell me everything later, Kelly.”
Keith watched Scott walk off down the hall, then turned to Kelly. “You won’t really tell him, will you?”
Kelly shook her head, her blonde ponytail bouncing. “Not if you don’t want me to, I won’t.” She patted his knee and moved to take Scott’s now empty seat. “Now you just tell me what my big jerk of a brother did so I can give him hell later for it.”
Keith gave a small laugh. Where was he to begin? Now that Kelly was here, he didn’t know how to tell her. This was his seducer’s younger sister, for God’s sake! But she was all he had.
Scott, a slave to gossip of all kinds, pulled his computer chair over to the door, propped his feet up on the doorframe, and settled back for a good story.
“Well, I guess it started about a week ago or so,” Keith started, starring at his hands but not really seeing them. “I thought it was a joke, I really did. Twisted, but a joke none-the-less. Mike, he . . . he kissed me. Said he wanted to prove I was gay or something and he kissed me! I didn’t know what to do or how to react, so I kneed him and ran.”
Keith looked over at Kelly to see her hand at her mouth. He couldn’t tell if she was surprised, disgusted, or just trying to hold back laughter. Not sure which he was hoping for, he tried not to dwell on it.
“Last night, he . . . he . . .”
“He what, Keith? What did he do?”
“The bastard seduced me,” Keith exploded, hitting the side of the couch with his fist. He rose for the couch and attempted to pace. “How could he do that to me? How? No, how could I allow him to do that to me?” He turned and pointed an angry finger at Kelly. “I’m sure I could have said no at anytime, had I thought about it. But did he give me the chance to think about it? No. So I didn’t even try to stop him. I let him do it to me.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he sank back into his seat, his foot throbbing. “And, God help me, I enjoyed it. I woke up and wanted to do it all over again.”
Kelly sat there shell shocked. What could she say? What dare she say? That she’d known all along about her brother’s bisexuality and applauded it if it was what made him happy? She knew he’d been watching Keith for a while, but she never thought she’d actually go after him! He was his best friend, a virgin (well, not anymore!) and had never given all that many indications that he might be bi.
She shook her head. “Just so I’m understanding this correctly, you are telling me what I think you’re telling me, right?”
Keith suddenly looked as though he was going to cry, though she knew him well enough to know he would never allow him self to show that kind of weakness, not with the father he had. Instead, he took a deep breath to battle the inner turmoil coiling around inside him. “I think I’m gay, Kelly. And it’s all Mike’s fault.”
Kelly smiled softly at him and shook her head again. “Come here, honey.” She held her arms out to and waited.
Keith sighed a heavy sigh and let her hold him close, her arms enfolding him in a loving hug. No one had comforted him like this since his mother had died when he’d been eleven. He hadn’t even realized how badly he’d needed the comfort until Kelly had given it.
“It will be okay, you know. It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t supposed to.”
“I know, but it . . . I know it sounds silly, but it frightens me. My best friend can pin me with a look and make me feel things I never even imagined feeling. And when he kisses me? He makes me want . . . stuff . . . and it’s a little disconcerting for me, okay?”
Kelly laughed. “Stuff? Is that what you kids are calling it these days?”
Keith pushed her away with a grin. Surprisingly enough, he did feel better having had someone to talk to. Not good enough to face Mike yet, but better.
“Do you mind if I hang out here for awhile? You know, until I can get my head on straight?”
Kelly smiled at him and rose. “Hide out, you mean? Sure, for as long as you need.”
“Thanks.”
“Anytime, honey. Now, I’m going to go take a shower.” She looked at him and frowned a little. “I’ve got class to day. Do you want me to skip and hang out with you?”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll be fine, really.”
“Okay, but if you need me at all, I’ve got my cell, so just call.”
“I will.”
As Kelly walked off, Keith flopped to lie down on top of the couch and just stared at the ceiling. He wondered if Mike would know where to look for him, or if he would even bother. Probably not. Searching out his bedmate really wasn’t Mike’s style. Mike generally loved them and left them. Keith hated to group himself like that, but there was just no sense in hoping for more from Mike. He wasn’t even sure himself that he wanted more. At least, that was what he kept telling himself.
Scott rose from his chair and stretched. Keith’s story had made him hard as stone. He’d always loved the joy of turning straight boys; it was one of his biggest passions. And this kid was as delicious as they came. He could hardly wait for his chance to go after him.
* * * * *
Mike paced Keith’s room. He’d been awake now for the better part of an hour and there had still been no sign of Keith. Why had he run off? Was he that disgusted about what had happened? Mike was terrified he’d just ruined the best friendship he’d ever had.
Jason had laughed at him when he’d come down that morning, taunting him about not getting lucky while their innocent young Keith had gotten it all last night. He’d even told him about how Keith had snuck out just after seven.
Where would he have gone? Seeing as how Mike had already checked the library, he was really at a loss for places to see. It was sad, but Keith really didn’t have that many friends. He always seemed too shy and preoccupied to accumulate many. The only people he was really close to was some girl in his art class, Jason, Kelly, and Mike. Who else would he have gone to?
“Kelly!” Mike turned and ran out of the house.
* * * * *
“See ya, Keith!”
“Bye, Kelly. And thanks.”
“Anytime, honey.”
Keith rested his head on his arms, still staring at the ceiling. He was so tired, he could barely keep his eyes open, but every time he closed them, he could see Mike over him, feel his body. It wasn’t exactly conducive to sleep.
Scott’s head popped into his vision, making him jump.
“So, did you two have a good talk?”
Keith sat up. He’d forgotten about Scott. He had kind of been looking forward to some time alone to think about all that had happened, not that company would stop his thoughts. “Ah, yeah, thanks. I hope I didn’t offend you, but it was kind of private.”
“Don’t think a thing about it, Keith.” Scott sat down as close to him as he could get without being on top of him. “Is there anything I can help you with? If there is, all you have to do is ask.”
“No, no, that’s okay. Kelly helped a lot. The rest I guess I just have to work out myself.”
“Hmm.”
Keith tried to scoot back a little to give Scott more room, but he was already pressed into the armrest as much as he could be. The ass had the whole rest of the couch; did he have to sit so close?
Scott rested his arm on the back of the couch, turning into Keith more. His hand twirled a strand of Keith’s hair, his eyes never leaving Keith’s.
Keith pulled his head away and looked confused at Scott. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Scott’s hand reached out and grabbed the back of Keith’s neck, rubbing the knotted muscles there. The look of pure panic in Keith’s eyes was a delight. “Don’t be so jumpy Keith. I just figured I’d help you unwind a little. Man, you’re tight.”
“I’ve been a little stressed lately.”
Scott smiled. Keith was so damn gullible, no matter how much he wanted to distrust someone. “I can tell. Here, turn around a little and I’ll help you ease the muscles.”
Keith looked at him uncertain, not sure this was such a good idea. But Scott didn’t give him much of a chance to say no. Before he knew it, Scott had pushed his upper body towards the window, and had scooted uncomfortably close behind him.
“Now just relax. This will help. I’m told I’m pretty good, but I’ll let you judge for yourself.” Scott gently began to massage Keith’s bare shoulders and neck. The skin was smooth and heated. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to nibble the whole way down to the treasures he knew were hiding in those wonderfully loose jeans.
Even as uncomfortable as he was at the whole situation, he almost wished he’d never left the house that morning, he let out a low moan as Scott’s hands worked their magic. He hadn’t even realized he was so tense until now.
“Feel okay?”
Keith’s head started to fall forward in sheer pleasure. “Yeah.” Another moan escaped him.
Scott smiled. This was going to be easier than he thought! Ever so slowly, Scott let his hands work their way down Keith’s back, inching towards his hips and tail bone.
Mike, not even bothering to knock, let himself into the apartment and stopped at the sight before him. His nearly naked Keith was getting a rub down from Scott, and didn’t seem to be putting up too much resistant. The lecherous look in Scott’s eyes made him want to kill.
Scott looked over at him, as Keith jumped up startled at hearing someone come in. Scott sighed and glared at Mike. “Dude, you have the absolute worst timing.”
“What the hell do you think you were doing to him, Scott?”
Scott only smiled and rose with a stretch.
“He was just loosening up some sore muscles, Mike. Not that it’s any of your business,” Keith said defensively.
Mike looked at Keith with a grim smile. “Trust me, that’s not what he was doing. I’ve used the old ‘Let me help you relieve some of this stress with a massage’ routine on girls and guys alike. Works like a charm on the naïve ones.”
“No, you weren’t doing that, were you, Scott?” Keith turned to Scott, already dreading the answer.
Scott just gave a tell-tale shrug and smiled at him. “Sorry. You were just to much to resist.”
Keith groaned and turned away, his hands covering his face. How could he have fallen for something like that? How could he not have seen what Scott was really trying to do? Why did Mike have to point it out that he was totally naïve?
Mike walked over to Scott and grabbed him by the shirt. “Time to go, pal.”
“Hey!”
He dragged a struggling Scott over to the door and threw him out into the hallway. Scott caught himself on the wall and looked back at Mike with surprise. Mike smiled once, slammed the door shut and locked him out of the apartment.
Keith refused to look back at Mike for a moment when he heard the door close. How had Mike found him? He was sure he wouldn’t have looked for him here. Hell, he had been sure Mike wouldn’t even bother looking for him at all, but here he was saving him from the lecherous Scott. Who knew?
When he could no longer bare the silence he turned to face his roommate, his heart pounding in his chest.
Mike had turned to face him, and stood there clenching and unclenching his fists. He looked as though he could kill.
Shit! He’s mad. I’m a goner. Keith began limping slowly backwards away from Mike. “M-Mike, I know you’re angry. I do. I don’t know why, really, but I can see that you are. I mean, you did say last night was just a one night thing, didn’t you?”
Silence.
“Well, you did. I remember you said you just wanted that night.” Why didn’t he say something, damn it? “You didn’t have to come after me. I mean it’s not like I was a girl friend running out on you or anything. Hell, I didn’t even think you would bother to look for me at all.”
Mike still didn’t comment, but began to advance. Unfortunately, his legs were longer than Keith’s and he wasn’t limping, so he was closing the distance fast.
The silence was killing him! His body was reacting to seeing Mike in the best of ways, but his head was in control this time. Not sure if that was a good thing or not, Keith grabbed the closest thing he could find, which was a rather depressing looking broom. “I just needed to clear my head, Mike. You’ve got no reason to be mad, damn it. You’re the one that seduced me, remember? I should be furious at you! I have every right to be, you know.”
Mike stopped only a few feet away from him and tried not to smile. Keith stood before him holding the broom like some kind of powerful sword used to battle the greatest beasts of the kingdom. Mike couldn’t believe how unbelievably sexy he found Keith at that moment, trying to fend him off and yet never once telling him to go and leave him alone, that he was repulsed by what they had done or that he never wanted to do something like that again. “My pants look good on you, you know that? They rest on you’re hips in the most irresistible way.”
“What?” Keith lowered the broom, and dropped a hand to try and pull up the pants, looking down to see they were indeed hanging rather low on his hips.
Mike took advantage of the moment. One hand grabbed the broom and yanked it out of Keith’s grasp; the other grabbed the front of the jeans and pulled Keith close. Keith’s hands jumped to Mike’s chest to brace himself, his eyes wide as he looked up into Mike’s blue eyes. Mike smiled at him. “You’re right, you do have every right to be mad at me.”
“Yeah . . . I do.”
“You should be furious at me, taking advantage of you like that.”
“I should.” Keith nodded like a little kid, his eyes never leaving Mike’s.
“But I get the feeling you’re not, are you? A little scared, but not furious.”
Keith gulped audibly. “I . . . damn it, Mike.”
“Why do I frighten you so much, Keith,” Mike asked on a whisper. He dropped the broom on the floor and eased his hand up Keith’s arm. His fingers danced along the skin teasingly, making goose bumps appear. He moved it up until he could run his finger along Keith’s jaw.
Keith closed his eyes, his breathing becoming heavy. How could Mike make him feel so much?
Mike gripped Keith’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. There was no softness here, but a demanding desire. Keith literally melted in his arms.
They were both out of breath when they broke apart.
“How could you think I wouldn’t come for you? Keith, you’re my best friend, did you really think I’d make you, of all people, a one night stand?”
“I didn’t know what to think. Hell, I still don’t, Mike. You’ve got me so damn confused.” Keith pulled away a little and frowned at Mike. “How the hell did you get so good at kissing?”
Mike laughed. “Lots of practice.”
Keith huffed a little and pushed at Mike’s chest. “Okay, well let me go so I can think, will you? My head just won’t work when you’re this close to me.”
“Keith, you’re partially naked and you just admitted you can’t think straight when I’m near you. Do you really think I’m just going to let you go?” Mike grinned down at him and locked his arms behind Keith’s back. “I kind of like you just where you are, truth be told.”
Keith looked over Mike’s shoulder as a key sounded in a lock. He began to push at Mike harder, twisting his body away. “Let me go! Someone’s coming in, Mike. Damn it, let go!”
“Nope. Not happening.” Mike turned to face the door, Keith still struggling in his arms. He smiled as Kelly came in looking confused. “Hey, Kelly. How’s it going?”
Kelly smiled at Mike and the embarrassed Keith in his arms, Scott looking over her shoulder. “Mike, such a nice surprise to see you hear. If you don’t mind letting go of that poor boy, I need to tell him something.”
Mike sighed and kissed the top of Keith’s head, much to Keith’s embarrassment. “If you insist.”
When Mike let him go, Keith stepped back about five steps and rubbed the top of his head. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you back so soon, Kelly.”
“Oh, I can imagine.” She dropped her books on the table and walked over to Keith, her expression becoming serious. “Honey, I came back for a reason.”
“What?”
“I was headed to class when I saw a large, expensive black limo pull up at the front of the school. The guy got out of the back in one hell of an Italian suite where the Dean himself met him. I thought I heard the name, Mr. Damon.” She watched as all the blood seemed to drain out of Keith’s face, though his expression never gave anything away. “I just thought I should let you know.”
“I have to go. He’ll be coming to see me after his meeting with the Dean.” Keith started for the door, but Scott stopped him.
“Whose is this Damon guy?”
“My father.”
“Well, hell. I just bandaged that foot. At least take my sandals so I don’t have to repair the other one.”
“Thanks.” Keith slipped on Scott’s flip-flops and was out the door, Mike close behind him.