Yolks on You Box Set

Chapter 13-1

Chapter 13

There were too many boxes, Dom decided. He doubted there had been so many last night, and they seemed to be unending. He wanted to finish. He wanted Kiko. He hadn’t gone completely relaxed yet after their kiss, and that had been two boxes of eggs ago. It was his own fault, he supposed, for thinking of their closeness, of what they could do if they got closer. Still though, the time dragged. He didn’t care that they were finishing earlier than the night before; the task took too long.

“I’m starting to hide eggs next to each other,” he complained to Kiko as they grabbed the last of the boxes. These were the large ones from the school; he bit back a curse.

“Sometimes that happens,” said Kiko. “I’m surprised just how many eggs everyone was able to scrape together this year, even after the first set were confiscated.”

“Everyone must be in this together,” said Dom, only mostly joking. Kiko forced a laugh.

“You really do think it’s everyone.”

“I don’t think it’s you,” said Dom. But if he was mistaken, he’d be about to sleep with a murderer.

“Well, that’s a relief,” said Kiko. “I doubt the police agree with you, though. I’m probably a person of interest for them still.” When Dom shot him a questioning look he shrugged. “Two of the explosions occurred at Yolks on You, the first two. And eggs are kind of my thing.”

“That’s ridiculous,” said Dom, but he’d had enough of this conversation. “Let’s just finish up here.”

“That eager to get back to where we were?” asked Kiko. Dom moved to him and leaned forward as if to kiss him, but pulled back before their lips actually met. Kiko tottered briefly.

“You figure it out,” said Dom and set off to the back field. He heard Kiko following after him, footsteps fast on the ground. Dom was very ready to be done with this. He worked fast, searching for new places to set eggs, mind on Kiko’s touch, his hands on Dom’s skin. Dom found himself on one of the forested paths, empty box in hand, and realized that he had finished while his mind was occupied elsewhere. He paused, glanced around for Kiko, saw him nowhere.

He found him on another path, leaning over, pulling eggs out of his own box. A few still rattled in the bottom; Dom approached, watching Kiko work.

“I’m done,” he said, and Kiko straightened and turned to him. “Let’s pick up where we left off.”

Kiko dropped the box to the ground, the last few eggs at the bottom clattering, and let Dom pull him back into their kiss. Dom pulled Kiko’s mouth to his, opened to let him in, the wind rattling above them in the trees, shaking the just-budding branches. Dom’s heart pounded; he couldn’t tell if it was his breath he heard coming so hard or Kiko’s, or maybe it was both of them, together.

He let Kiko pull him closer by the hem of his pants, felt the lightest touch over the fabric where he throbbed as Kiko passed his thumbs over the area. Dom pressed forward, wanting more, but Kiko pulled back. Dom stared at him as he backed off, got down on one knee like he had last night. He opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but Kiko spoke first.

“This didn’t really turn out as I hoped last night, but I wanted to try again,” he said. He pulled a plastic egg from his pocket. “So here’s the proposal in full.”

“Kiko,” began Dom, but Kiko shook his head.

“Dom, would you do me the honor—,” he said, popping open the egg. Dom squinted, just able to see a condom inside, “—of allowing me to give you a blowjob?”

Dom grinned, holding back a laugh. How very Kiko this was.

“I’d tell you to get up, but I think you’re going to be on your knees for this anyway,” he said, and Kiko beamed. Dom stepped closer, and Kiko grabbed him by the legs, pushed him up against a tree. Dom went where directed, leaned back against the trunk as Kiko’s hands ran up his legs and to his pants hem. Kiko had the button undone and the fly unzipped in moments; Dom gasped at the crisp air that struck him as Kiko slid his pants down to his ankles.

“Cold?” asked Kiko, rubbing his hands up Dom’s legs to his ass, trailing a finger down the crack. Kiko’s breath curled warm across Dom’s erection, growing harder even in the chill of the night. He wanted to surge forward but held himself where he was, fingers gripping the bark behind him.

“Kiko,” he mumbled, but received no response. Kiko’s hands continued to explore him, running their way back down his legs, then up the insides of them, touch gentle over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Dom shuddered; Kiko’s hand cupped him, fingers sliding back to stroke the spot directly behind, exciting Dom so much that he could not hold back. He thrust forward, just slightly, and felt Kiko’s hands on his hips, pushing him back against the tree.

“Let me take my time on you,” said Kiko, leaning forward to kiss Dom’s thigh where it met his hip. “Anything you don’t like?”

“Why are you talking?” asked Dom, glancing down at Kiko only to find him smiling smugly up at him in the faint glow of their nearby flashlights. “I thought your mouth was supposed to be busy.”

“You’re impatient considering you were the more hesitant to get to this point,” said Kiko. “Really, I want to know if there’s anything you don’t like.”

“What, do you want a safeword? Just keep going. I’ll let you know.”

“A safeword would be good—”

Dom breathed out, impatient like Kiko accused and not caring.

“Kiko, if you don’t get back to where you left off now, I’m taking my c**k and leaving.”

“What a threat,” said Kiko, caressing Dom between his legs again. He took hold of his sac again, rolled it expertly in his palm. “But I don’t think you’re going anywhere.”

“f**k, Kiko, stop teasing me,” said Dom as Kiko’s thumb just brushed against the underside of Dom’s head. He expected a response, but Kiko had apparently taken him seriously about no further talking. His hand trailed around Dom like the ghost of a grasp, but Dom was through begging. He thrust through the fingers, was pushed back against the tree again.

He heard the tear of the condom being opened, then felt it as Kiko slipped it over him, fingers tighter than before. For the first time Kiko gave him a good stroke, then another, then his hand left to rub behind his sac and between his legs again. Dom let out a little groan. Kiko was going to drive him mad.

Just when he thought he couldn’t stand it any longer he felt Kiko’s lips around him, creating a small vacuum just at the tip, swirling with his tongue. Dom exhaled, focused on not thrusting forward. Kiko’s fingers bit into his hips to guard against that, ensure that Dom would allow him to tease as he wanted. His lips released him and then Kiko was drawing his tongue up Dom’s shaft, hard, ending with a flick.

Dom gripped the bark more tightly, any cold he might have been feeling before gone now. Kiko reached around with both hands, digging fingers into Dom’s ass, kneading, parting. He took Dom into his mouth again, shallowly, then deeper, and Dom gasped. This, this was what he’d been craving. Kiko took him in, swallowed him whole, deeply, deeply, his hands on Dom’s ass pulling him in each time.

It had been too long since anyone had sucked him this thoroughly; Dom felt himself building quickly, so quickly. He released his grip on the tree with one hand to grab Kiko’s head, guide him with fingers tangled in his hair. He wasn’t sure any longer whether it was him thrusting or Kiko’s grip on his ass that was plunging him so far down Kiko’s throat, but he didn’t care. He groaned as he released and Kiko, hearing him, continued, stroking the place behind his tightened balls, confusing Dom with added pleasure.

When Kiko pulled away and got to his feet again Dom stared at him, leaning heavily on the tree. His heart still raced, his breath deep.

“Thanks,” he managed, and Kiko grinned.