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At the first touch of Larry’s
lips to his, Xander was relatively certain he was about to fall down.
They were softer than he’d imagined and, yes, he’d thought quite
extensively about Larry’s lips, Larry’s mouth and Larry’s tongue.
Speaking of which…
Xander groaned into the kiss as Larry deepened it and clutched Xander
closer and tighter with large, strong hands that Xander knew were good
with balls and other things that were sport related and therefore
somewhat of a mystery.
Xander liked Larry’s hands; right now they were on his butt. What was
there not to like? There was some squeezing and roaming and a little bit
of stroking, which Xander was very keen on happening again, so he
groaned at just the right time and added a semi-whimper that really
seemed to do something to Larry.
“God, you’re so hot,” Larry said into Xander’s neck some time between
licking and nibbling at it. “You are so not the loser people say you
are.”
Xander stiffened slightly at that. Well, he was already stiff, but you
get the point. “Uh, thanks?”
“Hey, no problem, man. I’ve been watching you for a while, you know?”
“In a stalkerish way or just in a that’s different and odd and worth
staring at for a while just to work out what the hell it is kind of
way?”
Their hips connected and Xander wasn’t entirely sure which one of them
had instigated it. Maybe it wasn’t a point worth using up brain cells
over, though; maybe a better point to take note of was the insistent
hardness pressing against his hip. Larry shifted and pressed, and backed
Xander into the far side of the closet and Xander lost a couple of brain
cells anyway.
“You’ve been watching me too, haven’t you?” Larry slid his hands under
Xander’s shirt and when he scraped his fingers over Xander’s skin, his
nails probably leaving scratches and goosebumps along the way, Xander
suddenly got the impression that Larry had done this a few times before.
“Haven’t you, Xander? I’ve been watching you watching me. Have you been
watching me watching you watching me?”
“Umm…” Because what else could you say to that? Instead Xander attached
his mouth to Larry’s and indulged him with the deepest, most lewd and
dirty kiss he could. It was pretty dirty. And lewd. And I won’t even go
into how deep it was. Suffice to say that things got very wet and
slippery after that and Xander nearly had a sudden bout of panic-induced
nausea when he felt Larry scrabbling to get both their pants undone.
Oh my god, what if someone came in? What if someone saw them? What if…?
Sexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexsexetc. He helped Larry with their
pants.
Xander had never touched another guy’s cock before. Oh, he’d wanted to,
but opportunities to do so had been thin on the ground - that and the
fact that he was sweet seventeen and probably shouldn’t be touching
another guy’s dick. To hell with it; you only had to glimpse his
brightly coloured shirts to know what a non-conformist he was.
Larry stared down at their hands, at their hands on each other’s cocks
and at the light, rhythmic stroking that had begun. “This is beyond
hot.”
“Oh, you’ll get no arguments from me there.” Xander looked up at the
ceiling and graciously thanked the God of Hand Jobs.
“I knew you’d be good, Harris. I could tell you were a slut from a mile
away. And now you’re my dirty little slut. Fuck, I gotta suck you off
right now.”
Larry sank to his knees and engulfed Xander eagerly. His lips slid up
and down the shaft quickly and hungrily, sucking him in and sliding him
back out again while his right hand worked fast and steady at his own
cock.
Xander thunked the back of his head against the wall twice. “One of us
is definitely a slut, but I’m having serious doubts here that it’s me.”
Larry sucked hard. Xander moved his hips. Larry swallowed. Xander
stifled a scream and came. “But I could be wrong. It’s been known to
happen. Once or twice.”
Larry looked up at him and grinned, licking the corners of his mouth and
wiping at his chin with the quick swipe of his hand. He got to his feet
and surprised Xander by kissing him again, slowly.
Xander’s toes curled happily and his brain went to a special happy place
filled with holding hands, cuddling, breakfast in bed and the
possibility of dating the captain of the football team.
“Uh…” Xander’s brows drew together in an expression of blank confusion.
“Someone appears to have taken all my words and I’m just left with wow.”
Larry tucked himself back into his pants. “Wow will do. Right back atcha.”
“Seriously wow.” Xander noted the flaccidity of Larry’s cock as it
disappeared beneath two layers of clothing. He looked down and also
noted the splattered splodges of come on the floor. “And also wow for
minimal effort on my part.”
Larry barked a loud and abrupt laugh and clapped Xander on the shoulder
hard enough to knock him sideways and make putting away his happywhacker
a tricky and hazardous task. “Xander, man. Always so funny.”
“And always so happy to amuse.” He buttoned up his pants and tried in
vain to straighten himself out. He gave up. “So, this was a surprise,
yes?”
Larry shook his head. “I always knew.”
“You did?”
Larry blushed, which was unusual, Xander thought, for… Hold on for a
Larrylicious minute. Damn, he had been watching him! But had he been
watching Larry watching him watching…
“Actually, I thought maybe, uh…” If possible, Larry’s uncharacteristic
blush turned deeper in colour, almost purple if you were looking at him
under the dim light of a school closet. Which Xander was. “I thought, if
you weren’t doing anything Saturday, maybe you’d like to go out on a
second date with me.”
Xander processed that for a moment. He pressed his lips together and
narrowed his eyes in thought. Then he pointed at the ground with a firm
jab of his index finger. “This was our first date?”
Larry shrugged one shoulder. “Well, yeah.”
Xander nodded carefully. “What would we do on a second date?”
Larry shrugged again. The other shoulder this time. Just in case you
were interested. I was. “Whatever you want. Pizza? Bronze? A movie? It’s
on me.”
“Well-”
“And then I thought maybe you could blow me. Not that you owe me or
anything; don’t get me wrong. I’ve just dreamed about your lips on my
dick. I bet you’re really good at it.”
“I wouldn’t know.” And now Xander was turning purple, possibly even puce
if you were looking at him under the dim light of a school closet. Which
Larry was.
“You wanna find out?”
Xander avoided such phrases as You betcha! and Do I?! and
Hell, yes! and chose the cooler and more laidback route of:
“Sure. Okay. Pizza, movie, blowjob for you and for me, in that
order, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
Larry smooched his way up Xander’s neck and over his jaw, settling on
his lips and kissing him in earnest. “Deal.”
“Oh, and one more thing?” Xander asked, hooking a finger in the collar
of Larry’s shirt and peering inside. “You haven’t been experiencing
increased body hair, have you? A craving for raw meat? A slight tendency
to wake up at the mall nude with no memory of the previous night’s
events?”
“I don’t think so.”
Xander beamed. “Then we’re good.”
The End.
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