Page 24 of Someone Like You

Isaac’s chest was heaving, little panting exhales coming fast from his lips, and his cheeks were flushed a delicious rose color. I wasn’t sure I could get through this without touching him. His eyes were almost half-lidded as he looked me over and said, “Yes. I want to see you touch yourself.”

Unable to stop the moan, I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth, hand snaking under the laptop to press the heel of my palm against my rigid cock. It was pulsing, hot and heavy, and fuck I wanted to watch him wrap those cherry blossom lips around me. “I need you to be absolutely sure you want to do this, Isaac, because I refuse to fucking hurt you again. I can’t hurt you,” I said softly.

His brows furrowed a little, and his eyes searched mine. There was a defiant stubbornness in the set of his delicate jawline and a flash of fire in his eyes. “I know,” he said, shifting an inch closer. “And…I’m sure, Brody. I’m really fucking sure. Now move the laptop.”

I moved the laptop. I let him see the ridiculous bulge that was tenting my sweats, and when he got on his hands and knees at the other end of the couch, his eyes clouded with lust and riveted on my groin, arousal thrummed through me so quick and hot I had to squeeze the base of my erection.

“Pull your pants down,” Isaac said breathily. “Let me see you.”

Jesus fuck.

Releasing myself, biting back a moan, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats and pushed them down to my knees. My cock bounced free, hard as a steel pipe and already leaking precum. It fell against my stomach, and I watched Isaac’s face deepen to a dark red, heard the sharp, shaky inhale of his breath, saw him catch his bottom lip in a hard tug of teeth. His eyes flashed to mine, intent and piercing, and he whispered, “Touch yourself.”

It was almost too much already, as he watched me grip my shaft. I didn’t move my hand yet, too afraid of losing it completely, of making this end all too soon. With my other hand, I reached down to tug roughly on my balls, to try and bring myself down a bit. I let my head fall back against the couch, facing Isaac, my eyes taking in every inch of his perfect face flushed with arousal.

“Take your shirt off,” he rasped. His little commands and lack of self-consciousness was making it hard to breathe. Letting go of my cock, I leaned forward to tug my shirt off and flung it carelessly onto the floor.

I would do anything he asked me to. Anything.

When I rested back against the couch, I could have sworn Isaac was closer now. The image of him crawling on his hands and knees, slowly stalking toward me to lean over my cock as I threaded my fingers through his tangle of blond hair, the feel of his breaths against the tip of my erection?—

“Brody,” Isaac moaned, and it was a plea from his lips. I knew what he wanted. My breathing was heavy as I grabbed myself again, sliding the palm of my hand toward the head, gliding over the sensitive nerves just under it. A tortured groan shuddered out of me as I spread my precum down to the base. Every beat of my heart sent a wild pulse of red-hot arousal pounding through my cock, and Isaac’s lips were parted now, his hands trembling against the cushions, his eyes completely hooded as he stared at the hand I was working up and down my aching length.

“God, you look so fucking pretty,” I said hoarsely, watching as the pink in his cheeks darkened and spread, as his eyes flew to mine in surprise, as he licked those perfect lips. “So fucking beautiful. Can you see how hard you make me? Do you have any idea what you do to me, Isaac?”

Isaac’s response was a low, desperate whine, and I was grunting with every pass and twist over the head, my hips pushing up to fuck through my fist, seeking friction, something harder, faster.

“Is this what you wanted to see? My cock leaking for you? Do you like this, Isaac? Do you like seeing how much I want you, how fucking hard just looking at you makes me?” Every word came out on a panted breath, and I wanted to seehim, to push him back and shove his pants down. I wanted to see if I had the same effect on him as he did on me.

More precum was leaking from me now, and Isaac was breathing heavily, his fingers clutching the couch, his knuckles white, and when he sat back on his heels, quickly undid his pants, and shoved one hand inside, when his eyes rolled back in his head, when the thought that just watching me touch myself had made him so aroused he couldn’t help but touchhimself, I could feel my balls draw up, could feel the intense, pleasure-coated bursts of my orgasm start.

“Isaac,” I groaned, and to my horror, I spread my left hand on the couch like I was reaching toward him, becauseIwanted to be the one to bring him to the edge, I wanted to havemyhand shoved down his pants, working his cock over until he was screaming my name and coming harder than he ever had before.

But Isaac was lost in his own ecstasy, oblivious to my reaching hand, and when hot jets of cum started bursting from me in euphoric wave after euphoric wave, splashing against my stomach, my vision whited out and I was sure I growled his name. My vision blinked back right when Isaac’s hand stilled as he stayed hunched over, his mouth slack with pleasure, his hips spasming in time with his own orgasm. He was moaning, one long, continuous sound so primal and desperate, almost a keening wail I wanted to capture in my mouth, that I kept coming for a few more seconds.

Isaac was panting hard, his small body shaking with the force of what he’d just experienced, and the desire to wrap my arms around him, to lick the cum from him, to nuzzle into his neck and bite and nip my way toward those rosebud lips was so strong that I opened my mouth and fucked everything up.

“Please, Isaac. Let me touch you. Please,” I begged.

Isaac looked up at me then, his pale brows raised high and drawn tight. He looked tortured. Wrecked. And I hadn’t even touched him. “Not yet,” he said, voice hoarse and breathing ragged. “I can’t…” His eyes roved over every inch of my exposed skin, at the cum smeared across my chest, at my slowly softening cock, but the heat was gone. He only looked terrified now, and I felt like a clamp had tightened around my heart.

What had happened to him? Who had hurt him to make him so afraid of something as simple as a touch? Because it wasn’t simple for Isaac, and I wanted to find the person responsible and fucking beat them into nothing. “Maybe…” He squeezed his eyes shut, and I could tell by how rigid his posture had become thathe was shutting down. Closing me out. When he opened his eyes again, he didn’t look at me. “I have to go,” he said, scrambling off the couch, quickly doing his pants back up, grabbing his coat and stumbling to the stairs.

He didn’t look back.

I heard the door close quietly at the top of the stairs, knew he was gone, and wished I hadn’t said anything. Wished I’d let him keep leading instead of trying to push for things he wasn’t ready for.

Fuck.

I don’t know how long I sat there with my pants around my knees, but by the time I got up, my cum had dried and I felt as empty as my balls.

But two words were seared into my mind, blinking on and off like a neon sign, and a small sliver of hope started to bloom.

Not yet.

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