Page 33 of Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters
“Me? Oh, I’m easy. So long as I get to come, right? Top, bottom, everything in between. Not into pain, thanks. And I won’t call you Daddy.”
The choked sound was probably a snicker and not a muffled sob—at least Kyle hoped so—but when Vikash raised his head again, those blue eyes were stone serious. “I’d never hurt you. Not on purpose. And I’ll settle for you calling me Your Majesty.”
Kyle smacked him with one of the fussy red-orange throw pillows. “You pick the weirdest times for jokes.”
“It’s fine. Whatever you want. I haven’t…bottomed often.” One black eyebrow twitched on the last words.
“We never have to if you don’t want. Ever.”
Vikash kissed his nose. “Didn’t enjoy it then, but I was young. We were young.”
“Ah, young and stupid and thinking you knew everything. Been there.” Kyle slid his hands under the hem of Vikash’s shirt to stroke up either side of his spine, the skin warm and smooth. “You’ll tell me if you want to someday, and we’ll do it right, okay?”
“Mmm.” Vikash eased a knee between Kyle’s thighs. “Don’t want any of that tonight.”
“No?” Kyle let one of his legs drop over the side of the couch so Vikash could settle between. “Why not?”
“Condoms are in the bedroom,” Vikash whispered as he licked a heated line down Kyle’s throat.
Kyle yanked the shirt up and forced Vikash to stop treating him like a lollipop so he could pull his head and arms out. “Got it. It’s laziness.”
Long, nimble fingers had undone the buttons of Kyle’s shirt before Vikash answered. “I don’t want to let go of you right now. Not even for that long.”
What the hell am I supposed to say to that?“I have that effect on people.”
Despite stupid shit popping out of Kyle’s mouth at the worst times, Vikash didn’t get up and leave. He chuckled and curled over to suck on Kyle’s collarbone, causing him to arch up and let out an embarrassing mewling sound.
Kyle slid his hands down to cup Vikash’s beautiful ass, kneading taut muscles as Vikash moved over him, unbuttoning his jeans. It took a bit of wriggling, twisting and a good bit of snickering before they were both naked, but then Kyle took Vikash by the arms to keep him still.
“Gorgeous. You know that, right?”
The sound Vikash made could have been equal parts agreement and dismissal, but trying to parse his partner’s various grunts faded from his list of important things to think about when Vikash’s lips closed hard over Kyle’s nipple. A ragged moan escaped—his, Vikash’s, maybe both of them giving voice to their desperate need in tandem.
Vikash lifted his head, concern lurking behind the fog of lust in his eyes. “You don’t think the thing will ever happen during…?”
“Our amplification echo chamber of doom during sex?” Kyle arched up, trying for some friction on his aching cock while Vikash held himself up out of reach. “You planning on having angry sex?”
That beautiful white smile pierced right through Kyle’s core. “No.”
“Good. I mean if we ever do, we should make sure we’re outside somewhere. Where there’s not so much stuff to break. But not really my thing, usually.”
Whatever anxieties Vikash had latched on to obviously had ceased growling at him and had curled up in the corner. He lowered his body onto Kyle’s, the furnace heat enveloping him. He gasped as their cocks brushed, then aligned, lying side by side in eager anticipation. So simple, so uncomplicated, this brush of skin on skin, and the rush of sensation still threatened to overwhelm him.
“Kash,” Kyle whispered against Vikash’s shoulder, but it wasn’t a question or prelude to an objection. Affirmation, breathless acknowledgment of this sparking, crackling connection, and Kyle clutched tighter, shoving his hips up as much as Vikash’s weight allowed.
Vikash hooked a hand under Kyle’s knee and pulled, dragging his leg up, letting out a soft, plaintive sound when Kyle’s heel brushed over his ass. He might be all aloof composure in public, but Mr. Marble Expression wanted someone to hold him. Tight. Kyle was more than happy to oblige by wrapping both legs around Vikash’s waist and locking ankles at the base of his spine. A deep moan rewarded him as he tightened his grip with all four limbs, the reverberation rumbling down into his bones, Vikash rocking against him in a slow, sensual slide.
“Hey. Over here.”
Vikash lifted his head from where he’d been nuzzling Kyle’s throat. His blue eyes, so shockingly beautiful against his tawny skin, crinkled at the corners when he smiled, an expression that nearly stopped Kyle’s heart.Oh, you’ve got it bad, Monroe. Fell down the rabbit hole when you weren’t even looking, didn’t you?
When Vikash lowered his mouth to Kyle’s, there was no zip of electricity like you read about in love stories, no psychic bond formed because Kyle just realized how deep his heart has decided to plummet into this. But Vikash’s lips were soft, firm, gently exploring his in a way that was both insistent and tender, and Kyle did feel like he could melt into a puddle on the sofa cushions. He wrapped his fingers tightly in Vikash’s hair and pushed forward, tongue insisting on entry until Vikash opened his mouth with a hard moan.
Somewhere in the distance, Gandalf led a mixed species crew of brave adventurers over the Pass of Caradhras while fell and terrible things tried to throw them from the mountainside. It all faded into background noise behind Vikash’s poignant, soft sounds of pleasure and his panting breaths through that magnificent nose.
The slide of body against body ratcheted up from sensual to heated, from heated to frantic.
Kyle broke the kiss first, teeth clenched in frustration. “Kash…I need…”
