Page 2 of Devilry

Alex’s eyes melt from ice to liquid, from demanding to desire. Teenage hormones are no fucking joke, and the involuntary erection to the one hand job from my winter dance date, who was a girl, has nothing on this. My dick is so hard, one simple touch from him is all it would take to embarrassingly blow my load inside my pants.

Hands firmly grip either side of my face and I suck in a huge amount of air into my lungs. My chest hurts as the seconds pass us by, but I’m sure if I exhale, my fear will come rushing out, ruining the moment. Breaking our connection and taking away my first chance to experiencewhat it’s like to feel whole. Full. Complete.

“Breathe, Elijah.”

His intention is to calm my nerves, but my body doesn’t cooperate. My obvious panic forces him to take control. Softly but swiftly, he presses his mouth to mine.

Time stops.

My heart does too.

His lips are somewhat rough and slightly cracked from the way he habitually bites them, but the action still tender. He moves his mouth against mine, taking the lead. Pushing me up against the brick wall, my back scrapes across the jagged exterior as his chest lightly caresses mine.

We’re so close, but still not close enough. Finding the courage to take what I want, my hands travel up his arms, over his sleeves, and land on either side of his neck. Squeezing just a little, I bring him closer and deepen the kiss.

His tongue swipes the seam of my lips and I open up, letting him in. I can’t help but compare this to the pitiful kisses I’ve stumbled through in the past. The continued experiments that always ended in disaster, ended in tears and frustration that I would never be normal. That I would never feel normal things.

But now… who wants normal? What is normal? Who wants to feel anything but this?

Eagerly, I graze my tongue against his and begin to match his languid strokes. A moan reverberates in the back of his throat, silencing the last of my anxiety and birthing a new kind of desperation.

His hips rock into mine, the clothes between us doing nothing to hinder the rush as our dicks rub against one another.

“Alex,” I hiss.

“I know, but I can’t stop,” he breathes out. “What if this is our only time?” Hands trail down my chest. My stomach; fingers stopping at the button on my jeans. “Can I?”

With his forehead resting against mine, he holds my stare, his eyes patiently waiting for me. Even though I know just how complicated things are about to get, I don’t have the strength to argue with him. I don’t think I even want to. Even if it kills me, I wanteverythinghe has to give.

Crashing my lips to his, I answer his question. Slipping into my jeans and under my boxers, he wraps his fingers around my solid length. Gripping me tight, we both still.

Time stops.

My heart does too.

“I’m going to come,” I warn.

“Good.”

Our kiss becomes a feasting frenzy as he moves his hand up and down, jerking me off with all the skill of a boy who is comfortable in his own skin.

With shaking hands, I unbutton his pants and shift my movements till he’s throbbing under my touch.

“This is going to get messy,” he chuckles against my mouth.

Our fists move faster, our tongues battle for dominance. Together we’re chasing the high, going against everything we’ve ever been told. Every teaching. Every expectation. We’re just two boys literally hiding behind the church. Hiding from the world of judgement and harsh realities.

While everyone in the congregation is down on bended knee, offering thanks, saying their prayers, and begging for absolution, Alex and I are giving in to our deepest desires.

Heat rises from the soles of my feet, tingling up my legs and tightening around the base of my spine. My body jolts with the anticipation of my release. Breaking our kiss, I look down, enthralled by our public indecency, as simultaneous orgasms ripple through us.

With heavy and labored breaths we stare at the outcome of our attraction. The stickiness of our pleasure. The confirmation ofmytruth.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

His words break through my sated mood. I look up at him with a weak but satisfied smile. “Never better.”

I inhale the scent of him and the perfection of this moment, as he drops a quick kiss on my mouth.

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