He Kissed Me Crazy

The Hallway

This kiss was not like their other ones.

Kendell wasn't using skill to woo or lips to tease or a technique of any kind.

He was demanding Tucker's lips with his own, his desire as evident in how he kissed as the member still straining between them, quickly overwhelming Tucker with his greedy, desperate forcefulness.

Kendell groaned with pain in his voice against Tucker's lips, whispering Tucker’s name again and causing shivers of excitement to rollup Tucker's back. With a ferocity Tucker hadn`t known existed, Kendell forced his tongue past Tucker's teeth and laid claim to everything within, his tongue exploring over Tucker's own, over the inner curve of Tucker’s lower lip before slipping out so Kendell could bite the lip he’d just teased, making Tucker shudder before Kendell slid his tongue back inside to start an erotic dance that had Tucker’s mind reeling. We are going mad.

Tucker couldn’t help but stiffen as Kendell pulled Tucker down on top of him, their waists immediately connecting in an embarrassingly intimate way, Kendell’s hips pressing against Tucker with such needy intent that had electricity shooting up Tucker’s back. Oh f*ck, he’s lost it. Pleasure flooded Tucker`s senses and he groaned. I’ve lost it.

Kendell clamped his knees on Tucker's waist and slid his hands under Tucker’s shirt again, caressing Tucker`s back before grabbing him tightly by the shoulders as Kendell finally broke their kiss to start tasting the skin of Tucker’s throat as his hips began to grind up against Tucker’s.

Tucker couldn't help the cry of surprise on his lips, unprepared for Kendell's forwardness, but the shock didn't hide how much he liked feeling Kendell against him. How jolts of pleasure shot through him each time Kendell moved against him. His own hips drove down in helpless response, without asking him if they should, as they tried to find release between Kendell's legs, unable to resist the position they were in and loving Kendell's growls rumbling into his neck.

And then suddenly they were on the move, rolling so quickly that Tucker was left dazed, blinking up to find Kendell above him, and Tucker's back against the floor.

But Kendell didn't pause.

The hands that had splayed over Tucker's back were now sliding around his ribs, pulling up Tucker’s shirt and spanning almost possessively over Tucker's chest, spreading pleasure and excitement that left Tucker gasping, his hands naturally coming up to grab at Kendell’s hips because he had no idea where else to touch. As Kendell massaged his muscles and made Tucker groan again, delicious thrills swept out across his body, making him ache, making him wish to be skin to skin and confirm if the rest of Kendell’s body was as hot as his fingers.

Kendell immediately slammed his lips into Tucker's again, one hand sliding up to cup Tucker's naked pectoral and making him gasp as Kendell squeezed, a shockwave rocketing up his spine and then streaking back down to bring his arousal to even more dire straits.

But at the same time, Kendell's other hand slid down between them and popped open Tucker's pants. Before Tucker could do more than suck in a breath in anticipation, Kendell was lifting his hips out of the way and slipping his hand into Tucker's underwear, not hesitating to wrap his fingers tightly around Tucker's length.

Tucker gripped Kendell's shirt as he gasped, unprepared for the intense heat and pressure of Kendell's hand upon him and he tore his lips from Kendell's. "Kendell, wai—Ahh!"

Kendell's hand was already moving, letting Tucker`s chest go only to yank Tucker’s pants and boxers about his thighs and give his hand on Tucker`s member more space to move, a shuddering breath coming from Kendell as his eyes blazed at what he had uncovered. “You’re gorgeous,” Kendell whispered as he leaned over him, pausing in his movements just to stare, and Tucker felt his cheeks redden at being so exposed, at being so adored, but his breath caught in his throat in a choked gasp as Kendell slid his own length right into his hand against Tucker’s, holding them both as Tucker grew rigid with shock. The feeling of something so incredibly hot and hard against his own length, sliding against him, felt so wrong and yet so right all at the same time and there was no way he could handle it. "Kendell!" he gasped, frantically grabbing at Kendell's shirt, but groaned hoarsely as Kendell's hips began to move, Kendell's length rubbing against his in the most intimate fashion Tucker had ever known, making his cheeks heat in mortification as an unwilling, jolting pleasure he couldn't ignore struck him like lightning with every stroke. Kendell's hand kept their two rigid members against each other as he moved, and over and over they slammed against each other, all the while Kendell sliding his tongue along Tucker's neck, sucking, licking, then biting the places he`d licked.

Tucker cried out, unable to keep his mind, forgetting his protests, shuddering, his hips bucking, his eyes widening as white, hot pleasure seared through him, and he felt his whole body begin to tremble with the force of the orgasm reaching him in lightning strides.

Kendell's hips wouldn't stop driving against his, their members becoming coated in their mutual desire and Tucker heard Kendell groans and pants become more hectic, heard him whisper Tucker's name in a choked voice so unlike his own. Tucker didn't know why he did it, but his hands slid desperately around Kendell's back and hugged him tightly to Tucker`s chest as Tucker`s orgasm finally roared through him and he cried out into Kendell's shoulder as he pulsed and pulsed all over himself and Kendell's hand.

Kendell sucked in a haggard breath and then caught Tucker's jaw in his hand and they were kissing again, Tucker groaning as everything became far more than he could take, before Kendell made a tortured groan above him and go rigid, before Kendell`s release hit Tucker`s stomach in shuddering throbs.

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Kendell felt... like he was drifting on a bed of clouds. He did not want to wake from this dream.

In the dream, he was lying on the clouds with Tucker underneath him, Tucker's arms holding him close, their hips crushed together in spent ecstasy, their hearts beating as one as they floated along in the sky.

If it were up to him, he would never, ever awaken from this dream.

If it were up to him, he would have this dream again, except he would get rid of their clothes and set them up in his bed, where they could be together all day in s****l bliss.

It was an odd thing to dream about being on clouds, after all.

No, not clouds... on the floor. Yes, they were on the floor... Why would they be on the floor?

Kendell's eyes snapped open.

Yes, he was on the floor.

Kendell looked around at his surroundings, his whole body stilling as he realized his head was moving up and down to the telltale rhythm of someone breathing.

That's when his dazed mind realized something crucial, and his member swelled immediately to renewed fullness. Renewed, slick, fullness.

It hadn't been a dream, and Tucker was still underneath him, holding Kendell in his arms.

Kendell's heart shuddered.

His throat went dry.

He closed his eyes quickly as his member throbbed with the pleasure he'd never known before.

This was his chance.

He had a chance to be with Tucker.

He opened his eyes again, his breath hitching in his throat when something moved against his member. Throbbed against his member.

Tucker's chest had stopped moving underneath him.

He's awake.

Kendell remained exactly where he was.

Even as he felt Tucker's member come to life against his, and he really, really wanted to turn his head downward so he could look, he continued to hold absolutely still, now sweating with the effort not to move.

Shit, what they had done had been breathtaking. He wanted to do it again.

Tucker shifted under Kendell, making Kendell's heart leap right before it wobbled as Tucker groaned, clearly from discomfort.

Hell, how long had they been there?

Had he seriously fallen asleep on Tucker after the most explosive moment of his life?

Mortification ran through him, guilt and regret vying for the top place in his feelings.

But of course, neither could win.

Because joy—bliss—serenity—pure euphoria was in first place.

Tucker was his now.

Kendell immediately frowned.

He better be.

He grimaced, feeling determination slide into place.

He will be.

"What in the world are you thinking about?"

Kendell flinched and curved his head up against Tucker's chest to stare into Tucker's eyes, which were filled with humour and warmth and… uncertainty.

Kendell hadn't realized his face had been visible.

He hadn't truly realized he'd been using Tucker's chest as a pillow, either, until right now.

His heart squeezed and he throbbed hard to realize Tucker had been watching him silently.

He saw Tucker's eyes widen.

Ah, so Tucker could feel Kendell's member against him as well. It was good and solid now.

Would Tucker consider a round two?

Kendell felt a tentative smile touch his lips and he very gently rolled his hips, to slide his length slightly against Tucker's once more.

Tucker sucked in a ragged breath, but his eyes became anxious and Kendell felt him tense underneath him, and Kendell realized with inner horror that their moment was gone. The moment where nothing else mattered and they were two people separate from the world in their cozy haze of s****l satisfaction. That moment was gone. Reality had returned.

Kendell swallowed and quickly shuttered up his emotions. Whatever Tucker was about to say was probably going to hurt.

“I think it’s time to get, uh, cleaned up,” Tucker said, his voice gravelly, bringing Kendell’s attention to Tucker’s lips. Kendell felt that voice thrum through him, and he had to resist the pull to kiss that mouth still red from their earlier activities.

Their earlier, consensual activities.

Kendell felt his heart skip. Maybe if he kissed Tucker again, they could do it again.

Tucker definitely liked his kisses.

But Tucker was already moving, pushing Kendell up and off him as he quickly grabbed the pants Kendell had tugged down to Tucker’s thighs—Kendell couldn’t believe he’d tugged Tucker’s pants down to his thighs—and pulled them up, regardless of the state his stomach was in, which quickly disappeared under his shirt, sticking suspiciously to it in the most delightful way. “I-I’m going to have a shower,” Tucker said, not looking Kendell in the eyes as he rose to his feet quickly and turned towards their washroom.

Can I join you?

Kendell very nearly asked that.

Very nearly.

His mouth was even open to say the words.

But he quickly clamped it shut.

Way too early for that.

He had to let Tucker process what had happened.

Kendell gulped. He had to process what had happened.

Where would they go from here?

He sat up and watched as Tucker beelined it for the washroom, grabbed the doorframe to go in, and then… looked back at Kendell still sitting on the floor.

Kendell couldn’t help the smile that split his lips even as he tried to keep a casual face, his heart racing.

You looked back. That must mean something.

But Tucker’s eyes didn’t meet his for more than a half a second before dropping to Kendell’s waist, where they widened dramatically, and then in an instant he was inside the washroom and the door was closed.

Kendell looked down at his waist in curiosity.

Huh.

Kendell felt a wicked thrill up his back even as his cheeks heated.

He was still at full mast, pushing very blatantly out of the front of his pants.

Well, he definitely sees me now.

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Tucker couldn’t pay attention in class.

Tucker couldn’t pay attention at work.

Customers had to repeat their questions and he had to focus so carefully to get through his constant daze to hear them.

It had been two days since… that… had happened and Tucker still couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

And what was worse, he… wasn’t satisfied.

He wanted to do it again.

He wanted to… try other things.

He wanted to see Kendell’s face make those … expressions… again.

He was going to bed hard, wanting it all.

But he was too damn nervous to act.

Kendell was clearly waiting for him to be the first one to bring it up.

He could feel those eyes on him the moment he entered the room and, f*ck, it felt good.

But… hell. This wasn’t a girl. This was Kendell.

Tucker had no idea what to do here.

Were they still friends?

Were they not?

Did Kendell want to do it again?

To… do more?

F*ck.

Just the idea of it sent thrills up his spine and made his member rigid against his zipper.

But… Kendell wasn’t a goddamn shy girl waiting for Tucker to make all the moves.

And he wasn’t a seductress, looking at Tucker as if imagining him naked.

Tucker groaned, feeling again how much he wanted a repeat and next round in the hallway.

If he… laid down in the hallway… maybe with a pillow this time… Would Kendell… get the picture?

Tucker stared down at the panelled wood flooring that led to their bedrooms from the kitchen and living room and swallowed.

He’ll be home in about an hour…

Tucker swallowed. He had suddenly become very aware of Kendell’s school and work schedule…

He had suddenly become aware of everything that Kendell did.

The showers were the worst. He'd never felt more naked.

When Tucker had gone into shower that night, and peeled off his clothing covered in… them… he had felt so… weird.

But… a good weird.

A really good weird.

He'd been unable to stop himself; he'd come again in that shower, imagining how Kendell had looked sitting on that floor, everything about him in wild disarray, with his c*ck standing proudly out of his open pants, as he stared hotly and smiled wickedly… at Tucker.

Shit.

How could that have possibly been so sexy?

Tucker touched his member through his pants.

He was ready to go. Again.

He glanced behind him towards the front door.

He won’t be here for another hour…

Swallowing again, Tucker slowly unbuttoned his pants, slid his zipper down, and wrapped his hand around himself.

Air hissed through his clenched teeth as he remembered Kendell’s hand on him.

Kendell’s hand had been hotter, with a firm grip that nearly choked Tucker, but felt so good.

Tucker groaned as he started moving his hand along with the memory of Kendell’s, staring at the place they’d lain together.

He had no idea why he’d been so comfortable there, on the floor.

For a few minutes he’d even been completely out of it, the intensity of their… union… numbing his mind with pleasure.

And then he had woken up to find himself hugging Kendell’s head to his chest.

F*ck.

That had been embarrassing.

But Kendell had been… so ... different. So... adorable.

That’s what he’d thought when he’d looked down to see his… once-friend-now-something-else… move through the strangest sort of expressions.

Tucker felt his hand start to move faster.

Even that memory turned him on.

He was so royally screwed.

Tucker felt his legs beginning to tremble as the sensations and his memories increased in intensity, and he breathlessly let himself fall back against the hallway wall, his eyes never leaving the spot on the floor, his mind’s eye replaying what they had done. He closed his eyes to better imagine Kendell’s hand on him again, to imagine the searing hot rod that glided against his own. Tucker put his free hand over his mouth as his breaths became loud in the silent apartment and he groaned louder.

Kendell’s groans had been loud, too, passionate, so strangely erotic.

He imagined Kendell’s face again, red as Tucker played with him, then later, his eyes near black as desire radiated from him and he demanded everything Tucker would give him.

“F*ck!” Tucker whispered hoarsely as his release started rising within him. “Fu—”

The sound of the front door opening caused Tucker’s eyes to snap open and his lungs to suck in a terrified breath.

It was supposed to be an hour!

He hadn't finished the thought before he turned and raced as quickly and quietly to his bedroom as he could manage, his hand still around his damning member, some part of him unable to let go, and hurriedly closed the doo—No, he’ll hear, damn it!­—left the door open a crack as he darted over to his desk and as silently as he could dropped into his seat and tucked himself into the desk.

He was still holding himself in his hand. And his hand began to move again.

What the flying F*CK are you doing, you i***t? His mind raged, but Tucker couldn’t stop. He was too excited, too overwhelmed with the realization that Kendell was out there, innocently coming home from work, probably dressed in that irresistible uniform that Tucker was suddenly realizing why he liked so much—Tucker put his fist against his mouth and bent over his desk as his release became imminent once more.

Oh f*ck, I’m going to hell, he thought, dazed in his desire, listening to the sounds of Kendell moving around in the kitchen as Tucker rushed towards completion.

Please, please, stay in that kitchen for a bit longer.

But, of course, fate liked to do exactly what he didn’t want.

Kendell’s footsteps started down the hallway and—then they paused.

Tucker’s eyes widened, his gaze locked on the slightly open door, listening to the sudden silence in the hallway.

Is he…? What is he doing?

Was Kendell… also… looking at where they had lain?

Tucker felt a shudder rumble through him and gasped against his fist, knowing he was only a few strokes away.

Come on, come, body, come, you i***t.

Kendell’s footsteps finally continued. Toward Tucker’s door.

Damn it!

Tucker had to make a lightning speed decision, he realized—either continue jerking off as Kendell undoubtedly entered the room, like a total psychopath, or stop only seconds from his completion.

Roaring silently with disappointment and more than a little on the verge of tears, Tucker wrenched his hand away from himself, quickly tucked himself back into his pants, managed to pop the button back into place, and then flopped on the desk with a pencil grabbed, like he’d fallen asleep at the desk working because holy hell he could not face Kendell right now.

The door creaked open, and Tucker thanked his not-so-moronic subconscious for pointing his face away from it, because he definitely flinched.

“Hey, Tucker, I’m back. Are you—?”

Whatever Kendell had been going to say must have died on his lips after seeing Tucker “asleep” at his desk. Tucker tried his best to hold still and look like his hand was barely holding the pencil in place while calling himself all kinds of i***t as he heard Kendell slowly approach him.

He prayed and prayed that his face wasn’t displaying anything he was feeling and instead had the slack expression of sleep as he felt more than heard Kendell come to stop right next to him.