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Manhattan - December
‘He took his time, taking a leisurely stroll around the dark studio space, making his footsteps heavy. He hoped Eric could hear him, and that he was tense with anticipation.’ - Common Goal, ch. 14.
Kyle finally climbed the stairs and strolled into the bedroom, as casual as anything, fully clothed while Eric reclined completely bare on his massive bed. Kyle’s breath caught. This man was a specimen of masculinity. Exactly what Kyle was always looking for. Big, strong, gentle…a fucking daddy. But Kyle would definitely not use that word in this room - as casually as all his friends used it to describe patrons at The Kingfisher, Kyle thought he understood Eric well enough to know he was not that queer. At least not yet.
As he grew closer, he studied the evidence of Eric’s long career on his body. The massive muscles and careful physical control, yes, but also the map of scars and bruises all over him. Kyle’s eyebrows drew together slightly, which he didn’t even notice until Eric reacted to the expression. He looked almost apologetic.
“I know I’m not what you’re used to.”
Kyle had kept his clothes on intentionally. He didn’t mean to touch Eric yet. He wanted to stay controlled and directive while he took Eric apart, ostensibly teaching him how to do the same to other men. Different men. But now, he couldn’t resist going over to the bed to lay across Eric, and kiss him deeply, with a hand on his chest.
“Eric Bennett, you look like a fucking Greek god. No, I’m not used to that.”
“Maybe like Hephaestus,” Eric murmured with a wry chuckle. Kyle swooned inwardly. This fucking man, this impossible man with his professional athlete’s body and his Harvard degree, his appreciation for art and knowledge of mythology and history, and still so preciously insecure.
“No, a warrior. Odysseus. A hometown hero, returned from battle.” He started to gently kiss some of Eric’s bruises. The new one blooming across the side of his ribs, where Kyle had seen the puck rocket into him earlier. And the white lines of scarring over his shoulder, which Kyle began to trace with his tongue.
“That shutout definitely earned you a reward.” Kyle sat up eventually, straddling him. Eric’s eyes flashed darkly.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, tonight we’ll be continuing our lesson on communication, and consent.”
Eric trailed his fingers around on Kyle’s thighs, covered frustratingly in his jeans.
“Okay. For my part, I definitely consent. Enthusiastically, that’s the word right? And I trust you.”
Kyle smiled warmly at that. “Thank you. That means a lot. But agreeing to have sex at the beginning isn’t the only thing consent means.”
“Right…okay. Like, we should pick a safe word or something?”
Kyle’s eyes crinkled with his smile. “That’s a good idea. Yes, we probably should. Although, in my experience, safe words are used mostly when words like ‘no,’ ‘stop,’ or whatever, don’t…actually mean that. During.”
Eric looked perplexed for just a moment, then his face started to flush red. God, he was so sweet. “Okay, no I definitely don’t…want that.”
“Okay. Me neither. So, anything even close to ‘no’ or ‘stop,’ we stop what we’re doing. And I talk a lot anyway, if you haven’t already noticed. I really like to. Some people treat sex like trying to figure out a puzzle box, but I plan to tell you exactly what I want. With specifics. And I want you to do the same.”
He started kneading Eric’s shoulders gently, working his way down his arms and chest, inexpertly rubbing muscles that have to ache constantly no matter how disciplined Eric is with his yoga.
“I want to pamper you. You earned it, you earned feeling good. I think I know what you need, but just like last time I expect you to talk with me, and tell me what you want, and especially anything you don’t want.”
As Kyle continued to kiss slowly and gently down his chest and abdomen, it crept into Eric’s awareness that maybe there was a reason for Kyle to be so intentional with his communication. Maybe a reason beyond just how new this all was to Eric. He again felt an urge to apologize. That didn’t really make sense to do though, so instead he gazed down at the beautiful, thoughtful man expertly warming him up, and murmured, “Thank you.”
Kyle looked up and appeared a little surprised. Then he smiled, his face flushed and sparkling with both lust and humor, and it was the most spectacular thing Eric had ever seen. He couldn’t look away.
“I’ve barely done anything, Eric.” Then Kyle noticed the way those espresso brown eyes were gazing at him without blinking, and quickly broke the eye contact.
He sat up and said, “Oh, yeah, so the safe word thing…that’s good to clarify before we get any further. Maybe we can pick a word for if the whole thing becomes…too much. Like if we just need to stop, put our clothes on, and talk in another room. We can do that too. Stopping is allowed, and we’ll talk. Neither of us will just get mad and leave, or whatever. Do you agree?”
“Okay. I agree.” But Eric was sure there was nothing Kyle could do to him that would make him mad at all, much less want to leave. He caressed Kyle’s cheekbone with his thumb, and again Kyle’s eyes flicked away from his. Kyle swallowed, then took his shirt off, maybe just for a reason to do something.
Eric dropped his hand back to the bed, appreciating the new view.“I can’t think of a good word though, what do you think?”
Kyle focused on the expansive chest rising and falling underneath him, ignoring Eric’s perfect eyes, and the different question in them. Kyle kissed another bruise on Eric’s right bicep and said, “How about Guardian. Like your painting. And it will make me picture you in a helmet and all your pads, which should effectively pull me out of the moment.”
“What, watching a padded up marshmallow stand in one spot whacking hockey pucks out of the air isn’t sexy?”
“Okay, I will admit it was sexy to watch you during the game. With that whole crowd screaming for you, and knowing we may have…an afterparty. It got me so fucking horny. You’ve definitely earned feeling good, and I’ve been thinking about it.”
Eric leaned back and gazed at Kyle through heavy lidded eyes. “So then tell me. What, exactly, did you have in mind?”
“Well. That’s the thing. It’s your reward. And we’re learning about communication. So, what I want is for you to ask me for what you want.”
Eric’s gaze flicked from Kyle’s stormy eyes, which were dancing with the thrill of challenging Eric, to his lips, across his bare chest, down towards his crotch, and then back up to his face, all in less than a second. Then he said,
“Kiss me.”
Kyle leaned down, and Eric leaned up, crashing their mouths together. Eric put a hand on the back of Kyle’s head and shoved a tongue in his mouth, surprising himself. He felt more than heard Kyle’s moan around his tongue, and his cock started to lengthen. He started to grind against Kyle, and the younger man immediately pulled away from the contact. Eric was about to protest when he noticed the impish smirk.
“What are we learning about, Eric? You have to ask for what you want.” Eric huffed out a breath, searching for coherent words. Finally, he settled on, “Will you take everything off? Please?”
Kyle’s smile widened into a bemused grin, and he crept back up to kiss Eric before he started undoing his belt. “Mr. Manners. How could I say no to such a nice boy?”
He stood to remove what remained of his clothing, then stayed standing next to the bed with his cock stiff and pointing directly at Eric. “Now what?”
Eric hesitated, then picked up the bottle of lube he had placed on the nightstand.
“Can I?”
Kyle chuckled again and shook his head. “This is so difficult for you. It’s adorable. Can you what, Eric?”
Eric hoped the carefully set mood lighting was dark enough to hide his reddening face.
“Can I touch your cock? And…your asshole?”
“Yes, you can play with me. Where do you want me?”
“Come here.” Eric reached a hand out to take Kyle’s, and gently pulled him over to lie next to him on the bed. Eric ran his fingers through Kyle’s hair, cupped his face, and kissed him deeply again. He lost himself for a minute. How could he enjoy kissing this man so much that he could forget about the two throbbing erections between them? That was new. Of course, all of this was new.
Finally, he broke the kiss to carefully drop some lube on his fingers, and start rubbing Kyle’s cock. He started with just the head, alternating between cupping and circling it, then pressing a thumb against the slit and rubbing up and down. He certainly wasn’t using his usual efficient method. He didn’t want Kyle to come any time soon, not until Eric had gotten to thoroughly explore his body. He continued to spread the lube with slow strokes of Kyle’s length, occasionally focusing again on just the head. “Does that feel good?”
“Yeah.” Kyle’s voice was a little raspy. He was propped up on his elbows, gazing at Eric’s busy hands. “I love watching you do that. You look so…focused.” There were other words tumbling through Kyle’s mind. Exciting words. Spellbound. Enthralled. Captivated.
Eric finally looked up at Kyle watching him, and then he was there kissing him yet again. His hand stayed on Kyle’s cock, but he stopped moving it, entirely distracted by his mouth. Kyle was as delighted by that as he was horny, and let it happen for who knows how long until Eric came to his senses.
“God…sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize. I told you tonight is about whatever you want. Even if what you want is to ignore my dick entirely just to make out.”
Eric laughed at that, and then repositioned himself so he was kneeling between Kyle’s legs. “No, definitely don’t want him to feel left out.” He put his large hands on long, lean thighs to spread them further apart, but Kyle locked his muscles and gave Eric a very direct look.
“Can I…get a better angle? I want to touch you. I want to try to…touch your prostate. If you’d like that.”
“All you have to do is ask,” he smirked.
Kyle not only spread his legs, but he put a pillow under his hips and planted his hands on his thighs to make himself as available to Eric as possible. His cock was rigid against his stomach.
“Wow. God, you’re beautiful.” Eric resisted kissing him yet again, and focused. He continued stroking Kyle slowly, after putting more lube on his other hand. Then he began to carefully circle one finger around Kyle’s entrance.
“I’ve never done this on someone else before. So I’m going to try it basically how you did for me last time. Stop me if it’s…not good.”
“Sure, yeah. I will. But I don’t think I’ll need to.” Kyle’s honest expectation was that this would be torturous, not because Eric was inexperienced, but because he would be so agonizingly gentle. Kyle wasn’t into pain, but he didn’t mind when things got a little rough. He thought Eric, though, would be careful, slow, and deliberate.
But he was definitely exploring. Kyle felt the press of a finger, and pushed back on it invitingly. Eric gave his cock a few faster strokes, and then eased the finger in. Kyle let himself go with encouraging sounds, moans, and babbled dirty talk to entice Eric to give him more. And Eric was starting to get it. After a little while of easing his way gently in and out to get deeper, he asked,
“Can I add another finger?”
“Definitely.”
He did, then started to push in further, searching, but still careful. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was supposed to feel like-
“Holy goddamn fuck.” Kyle’s back arched on the bed, and his fingers dug into the sheets.
“Yes. Yes, Kyle.” He had found Kyle’s prostate, and he stroked it with those two fingers as he continued to increase the speed on his cock. “I want to make you come just like this. Do you need more?”
“Uh…one…one more.”
Eric slid a third finger in, and started a steady rhythm of pressure that matched how he pumped Kyle’s cock, and gradually increased the speed.
The noises that were coming from Kyle made Eric suddenly very aware that his own erection was bobbing, untouched, inches away as he worked the other man’s, dripping precum onto the comforter and Kyle’s stomach. And he had an idea of something else he wanted.
“I want to come together. Can you make me come Kyle? It won’t take much. I want to come all over you.”
Kyle struggled to focus enough to do as he was asked, but he felt triumphant as he reached between them and put his hand around the huge, granite-hard cock. He’d unlocked Eric Bennett’s dirty talk. And goddamn, he liked hearing it. He started to spread precum around the head, as Eric worked him inside and out, taking Kyle right to the brink. Then he pumped Eric’s cock fast and hard, the way Eric had done to himself, because he was out of time.
“I’m there, Eric - I’m going to -“
“Me too. Oh, fuck…”
The streams of their release mingled all over Kyle’s torso as their bodies seized in sync with each other. Eric pressed his forehead against Kyle’s, and they breathed together for a few moments. Then Kyle started laughing.
“That was supposed to be your reward for winning the game, and you didn’t even ask me to touch you until like the last ten seconds!”
Eric kissed him deeply, then, not caring at all that the mess got all over his stomach too. “Every second of it was perfect. Exactly what I wanted.”
“Yeah. It was fucking perfect,” Kyle sighed. “But I made you a promise, and next time we’re really going to practice edging.” He locked his piercing blue eyes on Eric’s brown ones. “And I’m going to be calling the shots.”