At some point I became vaguely aware that Halley was wangle my t-shirt up. Instinctively I resisted, clamping an arm against my side.
My mouth was suddenly, achingly, empty of tongue. Halley was drawn back, watching me, waiting to catch my eye. He raised a brow – the one with the bar in it. It was always that one, I realised…
“Too fast?”
My heart thudded in my throat. Too fast? Not…exactly. But back when I was going to be a successful person, I had a successful person’s gym membership and a successful person’s physique, and although all of that hadn’t gone to hell quite so rapidly as every other aspect of my life…let’s just say you couldn’t see my ribs anymore…
It is what it is, I told myself. You’re here. You want this. So does he. Don’t blow this whole opportunity because you’re mildly squishy in a few places…
Taking a big gulp of breath, I raised my arm. “It’s okay. Go ahead.”
He went ahead, pushing it up to my armpits, compelling me to half-sit as he gloved his hands in the fabric and kept going, easing it onto my shoulders, over my head – and off.
“Agh, fuck,” he growled, in a different register than I’d yet heard from him. “Oh, god, you’re such a babe…” He paused, laughed. “Though I guess in your case, you’re more of a beeb…”
Normally I hated people riffing on my name, but…this wasn’t a normal day. I loved it – just like I loved the way he was looking at me…
I didn’t get it, but I couldn’t deny it. He definitely approved of what he was seeing. Casting his jacket away, he flung himself back down on the bed and tugged me onto my side, in close, facing. He filled my mouth again, but only for a moment. He had other places to be. I traced the curve of his ears and the cords in his neck with the tips of my fingers, still trying to believe this was real as his lips made trails across my body…
When Halley was kissing, he kinda hummed with it. When he wasn’t, he talked. He talked, like, directly into my skin, into my belly button, the hollow of my throat, bathing me in breath and raising all the hairs, making me shivery…
“This hair, it’s the color of pecan pie,” he said, back at my neck, taking a big handful of it, “which you should know is my favorite thing ever…” He tugged. “Fuck, it’s so rich and thick…and your skin…I work all day with sugar and still I can’t get enough of it, the sweeter the better and you…god, you’re all honey and maple and caramel and brulée and fuck you’re so fucking delicious…”
He tore himself away and reared up, kneeling high, straddling my thighs and opening his fly.
“Look what you did,” he breathed, slo-o-wly jacking himself…
I hadn’t spent very much of my life thinking about dicks – the one I owned worked fine and nobody had ever laughed at it – and obviously I hadn’t made a practice of looking at them either. In fact, until a couple of days ago I’d considered myself a connoisseur of tits. Yet here I was, getting down with somebody who possessed, if possible, negative tits – skin so taut over his frame that his areolae were stretched into ellipses, somebody who very much had a dick and wanted me to see it…
Look what you did…I felt something like triumph along with a whole lotta lust surge through me, filling every pore. Halley’s fingers were at my waist, working the button there.
He caught my eye. “Is this okay?”
It is now, yeah…I nodded feverishly, pushing my thumbs down into the waistband – both waistbands – helping him along. When they came off, he didn’t say ‘agh, fuck’. Instead, he let out an mmmmmm…Long and velvety, a slow-tailing sigh, a sound of pure contentment as he dismounted and threw away his own jeans, laying beside me once again, full contact this time, skin on skin on skin…
He had his hand in my hair, his face in my neck, but he wasn’t talking anymore. Just breathing and grinding, breathing and grinding, hot and urgent against my outer thigh…
Feel what you did. Feel it…
I moaned in response, but my ‘mmmm’ was different, higher somehow and vibrating with need. Halley grabbed my far hip, pulling me onto my side again, even more skin, oh god, and then, and then he reached down and grabbed both of our dicks, smooshing them together as he flexed his hips in a gentle rhythm…facing inward, full-length contact, like a microcosm of what we were doing as a whole. Who was I kidding? – it was the core of what we were doing, not some incidental thing. Slip-sliding, grinding, the wet kissing of our glans – all of it…
I moaned again, unashamedly. That Halley was hot for me made it okay for me to be hot for him, it both validated and fed the fire, and it felt so good and it looked unbelievable. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen – by a mile – and I would’ve been happy to watch it go on forever…
…but of course it was too good, and I came. I watched it happen, which I’d never really…but then, all of this was new…
“Oh god, yes,” Halley grunted into the skin of my shoulder. “That’s it, sugar, oh jesus, go-o-od-” and then it was him and I watched that too, and then…
…then suddenly it was quiet and still and…a bit weird, until Halley sat up, raised that brow, and said;
“Well, fuck. It’s quite the mess when you double the cum, isn’t it..?”
That made me laugh, which made him laugh, and everything felt okay again.
Halley stood, scooping a goopy blob off his abs, wiping it on mine. “Hang tight, hon. I’m gonna go get…about ten damp washcloths to mop this shit up, ‘kay?”
He actually came back with four – two for me, one for him, one for the bed. “So…anyway, you don’t need to sleep on that stupid sofa tonight,” he murmured, scrubbing at the sheet. “I mean, unless you want to…”
“Excellent,” I joked. “That was the plan all along, y’know – whole reason I let you seduce me, actually.”
His mouth dropped open for a moment. “I’m sorry, what? I walk in here an hour ago and you’re sitting there all eye-fucking me and saying ‘goddamn’, but somehow I’m the seducer? What’d I do?”
Uhhh….um…good question. “Existed, I think?”
“Hah, well,” he huffed, taking back the cloths, hauling me to my feet. Then he brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “Also? Goddamn right back at ya, sweet-cheeks…”
We dressed and headed to the convention centre in time for the last hour of the afternoon session. It was so much better than the morning’s experience – better even than last night’s. Less of the spiking euphoria maybe, but in its place a warmth seated deep in my abdomen, the embers of what we’d just done kept glowing by Halley’s hand closed around mine – no wrist-grabbing tonight…
He stoked those embers again and again through the evening, feeding me noodles with chopsticks, tucking in the stray threads then reaching over to wipe my chin with his thumb…his palm rested on the small of my back as we stood crowded at a theater entrance, then once we were inside in the dark, he leaned over to lick up the side of my neck in a broad wet stripe. I shuddered in the aftermath. It was so out there, so utterly unapologetic – I’ll touch you if I want, I’ll lick you if I want…