Page 57 of Beautifully Complicated

“We can’t do it again. Not while—”

“I know.”

“Play with your balls,” Kier begs. “Play with them and let me see all of your cock.”

Though it physically pains me to move my hand, I do, reaching between my legs to fondle my sac so Kier can have an unobstructed view of my dick. He does the same, letting me see how swollen and red he is.

I suspect this is a delay tactic, a way to prolong this one moment of weakness since we don’t know when we’ll get another, but despite the ache in my groin, I have no objections. I don’t want this to end too soon either, so I’ll gladly deny my release if it means more time with him, like this.

We both rut into the air while groping our nuts, frantically straining for something to relieve the throbbing in our dicks. It’s the dirtiest, most carnal thing I’ve ever seen or participated in, yet it’s also one of the most beautiful. A symbol of our lust, the yearning we feel for one another. I fuckingloveit.

The effect we have on each other is nothing short of euphoric. A physical and emotional connection that breathes life into my soul and makes my body vibrate with desire.

If I feel this way now, will I even survive it when we can finally touch?

My cock begs for friction—my hand, Kier’s dick, his mouth—anything that might calm the growing flame of desire.

“Kier,” I groan as the pressure mounts. “I need to fuck my fist.”

“Do it,” he rasps, wrapping his left hand around his cock while his right searches for mine. I take it, muffling a relieved cry as I link our fingers together for the first time in months. Then my free hand reaches for my swollen length.

The sigh I emit when I grab my shaft is downright hedonistic, matched in carnality only by Kier’s own ragged groan. That sigh quickly turns to a whimper as I watch his hand shuttling furiously over his dick, pumping with such urgency there’s no doubt in my mind his release is imminent.

I increase my own pace in a frenzied attempt to keep up, to come at the same time he does so that we’re bonded not just in our lust but our nirvana. Whether it’s the pace of my fist or the sight of his cum spurting from his tip I can’t say, but the moment he explodes I do too, coating my hand in months of pent-up agony.

Bodies twitching, we both moan as the aftershocks ripple through us, linked fingers turning white from the strain of holding each other the only way we can. It feels both tragic and beautiful.

Slumped against the wall, legs splayed wide as our sticky cocks go soft against our thighs, Kier and I are both too boneless to move for what feels like an eternity. I’m vaguely aware of the hand holding his going numb, though I make no attempt to move it. I’d rather suffer the pins and needles than let go.

When Kier finally comes back to his body, it’s with an obvious start. “Leanbh. Shit.” He gets up and grabs us each some paper towels to clean up. “I can’t believe we… That can’t…”

“I know.” I wipe away the evidence covering my body. “But don’t expect me to regret that, because I don’t.”

“I don’t either,” he whispers softly, his blue eyes full of an emotion both of us have been careful not to name.

Mustering strength I don’t feel I try to act normal. “See you tomorrow?”

“Actually, no. I have some meetings out-of-town over the next few days.” He doesn’t elaborate further, leaving me no choice but to pretend I’m not dying to know details.

“We’re supposed to get snow the thirty-first.” I stand and tuck myself away. “Want to try out your new sled?”

“Is that safe?”

“I know some out-of-the-way spots. Meet here first?” I hand Kier the paper towels so he can throw them away.

“Yeah.” He puts my bottle back in the gift bag and hands it to me, fingertips deliberately brushing against mine. “Merry Christmas, Leanbh.”

“Merry Christmas Kier.”

We stare at each other’s mouths for a beat, fighting the urge to say goodbye with our lips the way we really want. Then we leave the lab one at a time.

Chapter seventeen

Kier

This is a bad idea. Putting aside the fact that I’m not a fan of the cold, seeing Aiden outside school grounds is a dangerous proposition.

Hell, seeing him at all is dangerous considering what happened a few days ago, which miraculously hasn’t happened since, but that can hardly be blamed on our restraint since we haven’t been in the same room again.

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