He Kissed Me Crazy

The Surprise

Kendell stared down at Tucker slumped over at the desk and felt his heart squeezing with affection, even as irritating as this jerk was to him.

What am I going to do with you?

Tucker was clearly pretending to be asleep, trying to get out of talking to Kendell, again.

You should have put your hoodie up, i***t. Even your neck is blushing.

And hadn’t they already done this? How often was Tucker going to pretend to sleep to get out of a jam?

Kendell sighed and folded his arms over his chest, shaking his head at the man who was getting more and more confusing by the day.

Tucker wasn`t acting like himself. It had been one thing when he`d thought he was deceiving Kendell, but now…? Why now?

What are you waiting for?

It boggled Kendell’s mind.

The player was refusing to play.

And look what he’s doing now.

A**hole.

Sure, this situation might be a lot to take in for a guy who'd only been interested in squishy girls with pretty lady parts before, but hell, how long did Tucker need?

Kendell was losing his mind.

Tucker had been the one to start this. Tucker had been the one to change things, kissing Kendell not only drunk but then stone cold sober, and in a dress, for crying out loud. And he certainly wasn`t blameless for everything that had happened two days ago.

You can't just leave it at that.

It wasn’t nearly enough.

And Kendell couldn’t wait any longer.

His heart was constantly racing, beating hard and fast with a ridiculous amount of… hope. Anticipation. Every time he heard Tucker`s steps, saw Tucker`s body, felt Tucker’s gaze slide over him, his chest tightened and his excitement soared. He shouldn`t be so bloody optimistic. But he couldn`t seem to stop it.

No, you can’t just leave things like this, Tucker, not for either one of us.

He swallowed, his chest tight again, looking down at the man who was driving him insane.

Tucker’s neck now glistened suspiciously with perspiration.

Am I making you sweat, Tucker? Are you getting uncomfortable, feeling my gaze on you, feeling my body near you, wondering what the hell I am going to do?

Good.

Kendell’s lips quirked and he narrowed his eyes on Tucker’s form, an idea forming in his mind. It was a crazy, possibly psychotic idea.

But at this point…

Kendell was certain it would be better for the both of them.

He popped the button open on the pouch of his work handcuffs and very quietly gathered them into one hand.

---

Oh my god, what the hell is he doing?

Tucker could feel himself sweating, his heart pounding in his ears, unable to figure out what Kendell was doing just above him.

Kendell had yet to say anything, just sighing and altogether making Tucker wish to hell he’d just closed the door instead of having to bear with this kind of psychological torture.

Tucker’s member was still throbbing, daring to come all on its own, and Tucker was pretty sure it was now sticking out of his pants like a f*cking tent pole. He’d done up the button, sure, but he hadn’t zippered his damn pants up and the traitor had worked its way back out to say hi, only the desk keeping him from being seen.

Tucker couldn’t even pretend to wake up at this point because he knew everything that he felt would show on his face the moment he looked into Kendell’s eyes. And if it didn’t, he wasn’t all together certain Kendell’s gaze wouldn’t be all the traitor needed to explode.

Kendell’s gaze was electrifying.

How the hell has it come to this?

Without warning, the pencil left Tucker’s hand and he flinched, then quickly stilled himself, listening to the sound of Kendell returning the pencil to its holder. He tried again to breathe the even tones of someone sleeping, but he worried his breaths were too haggard, too shaky for someone without a care in the world.

Kendell’s fingers suddenly slipped around his wrist and Tucker barely caught himself from flinching again, thrills shooting up his arm and streaking along his spine.

He must have done something to make Kendell worry because Kendell’s voice sounded softly in Tucker’s ear, a familiar melody that made Tucker’s heart stutter. Kendell was humming a lullaby.

Then Tucker’s breath stopped in his throat as a thought occurred to him.

What’s he going to do while I’m sleeping?

The traitor throbbed hard under the desk, his mind immediately hitting the gutter.

Tucker felt Kendell lifting his arm off the desk and gently pulling it behind Tucker’s back, over the back of the chair.

Is he going to try to carry me to the bed? I’m definitely too heavy to lift without wakin—

Kendell took Tucker’s other arm and pulled it behind Tucker’s back as well, and Tucker tried his best not to frown in confusion at this new position. It was almost like—

Click.

Something cold and metal was now around one of Tucker’s wrists.

Tucker’s eyes snapped open, comprehension dawning as dread rushed into him. He quickly jerked up straight in his seat. “Wait, Kendell, don’t you dare—"

Click.

It was too late.

Kendell had just handcuffed Tucker’s hands behind his back.

Tucker gasped, instinctively trying to free his hands, to no avail, his head snapping around to stare at Kendell in amazement, his heart leaping up to his throat. “What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, his voice way too squeaky, his exposed member leaping with the realization that it might get what it wanted any moment. s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t s**t. Tucker tried to keep himself tucked into the desk as much as possible as he gazed up the man smiling down at him like nothing at all was wrong in the world.

With eyes that were glittering with victory and desire.

F*ck. A thrill rushed up Tucker’s back, his stomach clenching as he tried to keep back the release suddenly imminent once more.

“Gotcha,” Kendell said playfully, triumphantly, and Tucker felt another thrill shoot up his spine. Kendell was still in his uniform, which explained where he’d gotten the handcuffs. The handcuffs that were only supposed to be used for emergencies. Kendell had told that to Tucker himself when Tucker had joked about…

Tucker swallowed, his face heating at the recognition and humour in Kendell’s eyes.

When Tucker had joked about Kendell using them for s*x.

“T-Take them off, Kendell, this isn’t funny,” Tucker said quickly, desperate. No matter what, he didn’t want to be caught with his d**k hanging out. Literally. The same d**k that was starting to throb dangerously, becoming overwhelmed with this far too sexy scenario.

“Nah,” Kendell said teasingly and grasped Tucker’s shoulder to turn Tucker and the chair towards him.

“Wait!” Tucker desperately lurched forward, shoving his abdomen even harder against the desk as he grabbed one of the wooden legs of the desk with both his feet, twisting his toes behind it, holding on so Kendell couldn’t move him.

“Tucker,” Kendell laughed, clearly thinking this nightmare was fun, “Let go.” And then Kendell did the worst thing imaginable.

He dropped to his knees next to Tucker’s chair, causing Tucker’s whole body to nearly burst into flames, and pulled one of Tucker’s legs free, before finally managing to turn Tucker’s chair towards him, his hands coming to rest on Tucker’s knees the same time his eyes came to rest on—

“Oh sweet hell,” Tucker whispered as he groaned.

The surprised expression had been too much.

A stroke of ecstasy he couldn’t evade.

Tucker hissed out a breath, trying to hold himself back, trying to not let it happen, but his body was no longer under his command and he couldn’t stop it from doing what it wanted to do. Needed to do.

Tucker exploded.

Hard.

Pulsing.

Almost as if he had planned it.

All over Kendell’s surprised face.

It felt absolutely horrifying, mortifying, and pleasure wracked through him like nothing before.

His body collapsed back against the chair, trembling, as his face burned.

Please kill me now.

---

Kendell was frozen in place, too shocked to understand what had just happened.

“Oh,” he said, belatedly.

“Please, shut up,” he heard Tucker croak.

Kendell looked up as something dripped off his nose.

“Oh god,” Tucker said hoarsely, his eyes huge in his very red face.

What a funny expression.

“That was…” Kendell began, feeling something sliding down his jaw.

“Please don’t say anything.”

“A surprise.”

“I said don’t say anything.”

Kendell lifted a hand from Tucker’s knee to touch his face, and looked down at the fluid on his fingers.

“Oh my god,” he heard Tucker whisper in shock. “Don’t touch it.”

“Hmmm…” Kendell’s senses were beginning to return to him.

Tucker had just come all over his face.

Kendell smiled, a delicious, triumphant sensation filling his chest. Tucker had just come all over his face.

He licked his fingers.

“KENDELL, WHAT THE HELL?” Tucker gaped at him, rising out of his chair so fast Kendell was knocked to his butt on the floor, but that left him a splendid view of Tucker above him, his hands cuffed behind him, his member still standing out of his jeans, long and completely erect again, clearly not as affronted as Tucker pretended to be.

“I didn’t know this was your thing,” Kendell said from the floor, grinning, euphoria spreading through him. Tucker had come on his face. And Kendell hadn’t done a thing yet.

The night was going well.

“It f*cking isn’t,” Tucker said a little shrilly, scooting around his chair so that he was no longer pointing his c*ck at Kendell. “Y-You just surprised me—”

“You just surprised me, too—”

“Oh f*ck, shut up. Get me out of these cuffs. Wait. Get it off your face first. Please.” Tucker closed his eyes as if in pain but quickly opened them again, wary of what Kendell was going to do next.

Kendell rose and tilted his head. “What, do I have something on my face?” He couldn’t help but grin. “What is it?”

Tucker’s eyes said he didn’t know whether he wanted to murder Kendell… or wanted Kendell to murder him. “Where are the keys?” he groaned instead, his voice gruff, his eyes scanning over Kendell’s uniform.

That gave Kendell another grand idea.

“Hmmmm…” Kendell said, moving to the tissue box on Tucker’s desk and cleaning his face. Not because he wanted to, but because he needed Tucker to think him compliant. “I’ll help you out … if you lie down.”

Kendell tossed the tissue in Tucker’s bin under the desk, and then pointed to Tucker’s bed.

“I… can’t,” Tucker said, his face red and his teeth clenching, still hiding behind the chair.

Kendell smiled, undeterred. Tucker had come on his face. “Then I guess you’ll have to stay like that. But…” He waited until Tucker met his gaze with an outraged glare. “Wouldn’t you say you… owe me?” He tapped his face with a finger for good measure.

Tucker groaned again, jerking his gaze to the bed and then back to Kendell again, and then back to the bed to stare at it. Kendell saw him swallow and supressed a shiver of delight. That’s right, Tuck. Get on that bed.

Kendell had great plans for Tucker on that bed, and they had just been accelerated tenfold. If he could maintain enough control over himself to take it step by step.

“Get going,” Kendell said huskily, “Or my payback gains interest.”

Tucker’s eyes darted back to his, widening, and Kendell very much wanted to know what was going through Tucker’s mind when his cheeks brightened into an even deeper shade of red, but Tucker then sucked in a breath and, grimacing, quickly walked over to the bed and sat on its edge. He lifted his legs to prop against the bed, quickly hiding the erection that Kendell gleefully noticed was still raging out of his pants, since Tucker had no means of it putting away, his hands behind his back as they were. Cuffing you was my life’s greatest achievement. Kendell shuddered, feeling his control beginning to crack.

“N-Now get me out of these,” Tucker demanded, even though his eyes were now lowered, no longer able to meet Kendell’s gaze.

You are incredibly adorable, Kendell thought, his heart stopping at the scene before him. There’s no reason for you to be shy. He swallowed. He would have to take this slow after all. His c*ck cried a little.

Leisurely, letting Tucker get accustomed to his closeness, Kendell walked over to stand in front of Tucker and looked down at his bowed head.

And then waited.

Tucker eventually looked up, his eyes wary and irritated, the embarrassment still clear in the s***h of his mouth and the stained pink of his cheeks. “W-Well?” Tucker said, his voice probably more hoarse than he’d intended.

Kendell smiled, his stomach fluttering. “They’re in one of my pockets.” He saw Tucker’s eyes immediately flick to his pockets—one, two, three, four, five, si—then narrow and return to Kendell’s gaze. Kendell had seven pockets on his uniform. Kendell’s smile widened and he said softly, “Find them.”

“Kendell,” Tucker said warningly, his eyes glowering up at him.

“There are only seven to check,” Kendell teased, spreading his arms wide. He saw Tucker flinch at his movement and Kendell took pity on him, unbuttoning the pockets that had been closed. “There, made it easy for you.”

“Kendell,” Tucker said through clenched teeth, but his eyes were looking Kendell up and down again. “I don’t have hands right now.”

“Mmhmm,” Kendell said, and walked up, gently nudging Tucker’s legs to one side so his chest and chest pocket were centimeters from Tucker’s face, enjoying Tucker’s eyes widening. “Better get started,” he finished in a husky whisper.

Tucker was silent, swallowing, his gaze jerking up to stare at Kendell before dropping to the pocket in front of his nose. Then he said in a raspy voice, “Don’t regret this,” and surprised Kendell by pressing his face into Kendell’s chest, his legs sliding to either side of Kendell’s before his tongue was gliding right up the cloth of Kendell’s breast pocket.

Kendell sucked in a breath and immediately grabbed Tucker’s shoulders, steadying himself as lust nearly knocked him over. “Damn, you’re so sexy.”

Tucker didn’t respond, staring at him again as his lips moved tantalizingly over Kendell’s pocket, his eyes searching, making Kendell sweat as he wondered if he’d given too much of himself away, but then Tucker’s gaze lowered as he moved to the second breast pocket and licked up that one, feeling with his tongue for the indentation of Kendell’s keys. Kendell’s breath quickened. I love this. I love this so much. Maybe way too much.

“They had better be in one of these pockets,” Tucker said in a muffled growl against a pocket, the sound stroking up Kendell’s spine.

Kendell laughed shakily, unable to respond as Tucker finally moved his head back to look down at the pockets of Kendell’s pants, which were on either side of his massive and yet still growing erection. But Tucker only quirked a brow as he lifted a knee to press against a pocket there, and Kendell let out a breath he’d been holding, whispering, “Aww...”

Tucker’s eyes snapped back up to his, glinting heat, before he suddenly pushed Kendell back a step with his leg and then dropped off his bed to his knees at Kendell’s feet. “Is this what you want?” Tucker said, looking up at Kendell challengingly, and then didn’t wait for a response as he nuzzled Kendell’s other pocket with his mouth.

“Yes, definitely, absolutely,” Kendell managed, gasping, watching how close the bulge in his pants was to Tucker’s face, unable to resist looking down at Tucker’s own member on display once again.

Tucker must have gotten over his embarrassment, not even bothering to hide the evidence of how turned on he was, and it was a giddy feeling, a powerful feeling to realize Tucker might be just as affected by what they were doing as he.

Kendell couldn’t resist sliding shaking hands into Tucker’s hair and grasping it in his fingers, the sight making him shiver. He sucked in a breath, losing his mind a little, and nudged his aching, cloth-covered length against Tucker’s cheek.

Tucker immediately flinched away, glaring up at Kendell. “A**hole,” Tucker said heatedly, but he ignored Kendell’s hands holding his head as his mouth went right back to Kendell’s pocket, his teeth coming out to stroke over it.

Ah, he found it. Kendell hadn’t even remembered which pocket he’d stored the key in. I should have put it somewhere else. Then he frowned, suddenly recalling something through his lust.

The key wasn’t in any of his pockets. Oops. It was inside the pouch where the cuffs were kept.

Tucker must have found Kendell’s house key.

Kendell swallowed, the sensation of Tucker’s lips and teeth on his leg making it hard to think.

“Tucker, I’ll give you the key i-if you do that a little to your left,” Kendell said huskily, his body throbbing at the idea.

Tucker paused and then looked over at Kendell’s length trying to free itself one pulse at a time. Kendell held his breath, very much doubting Tucker would ever do such a thing for him, but unable to do anything but wait, his heart in his throat, his back rigidly holding himself in place.

The fact that Tucker was even thinking about it was making Kendell dizzy. But he was thinking about it an awfully long time. “I-I’m just teasing,” Kendell said, suddenly afraid he had asked too much.

But Tucker shocked him to his core, and moved to press his lips to Kendell’s bulge.

“Oh god,” Kendell choked out, breath hitched in his throat. I f*cking love you.

He dropped to the floor to join Tucker on his knees, suddenly not wanting Tucker there anymore, unable to spend an instant more without showing Tucker how much he loved that Tucker would do even that for him. He grabbed Tucker’s head and crushed Tucker’s surprised lips in a kiss, groaning against Tucker's mouth, his body trembling with the force of his emotions. He quickly turned the kiss deeper, tilting his head as his heart galloped in his chest, the words I love you, I love you, I love you replaying in his mind in a chant.

He felt Tucker’s answering groan against his lips and thrilled as Tucker took the initiative and opened Kendell’s mouth with his tongue, pressing into Kendell’s mouth in an eager thrust and making pleasure zing through Kendell, right to his c*ck.

Unable to hold himself in any longer, Kendell hurriedly clasped one of his hands to the back of Tucker’s head, not wanting their connection severed for a second as his other hand slid down Tucker’s neck, over his chest, loving the shuddering breath he felt under his fingers, down Tucker’s abdomen, and then to the front of Tucker’s pants, which he deftly opened and started yanking them down Tucker’s hips.

Tucker gasped against his lips and pulled away, putting his forehead against Kendell’s as they both panted for breath, and Kendell thought Tucker was going to protest, to tell him to stop, Kendell's hands yanking more fiercely in the hopes he might have it done before hearing the words, but all Tucker said was, “T-Take off the cuffs, Ken,” his voice hoarse and breathless.

Ken. Kendell felt his heart squeeze as he sucked in a breath. Tucker had never called him by that nickname before. It felt special, even though he knew it might not be. But he loved it all the same.

He felt compelled to obey.

“O-Okay,” he said huskily, taking Tucker by the arms and pulling him to his feet. He looked at Tucker in the eye and kissed him again, slowly, wishing to express something he didn’t dare say. “But don’t run from me. Please.”

Tucker turned around without saying anything, presenting his hands to Kendell for his freedom, but Kendell could see a rigidity in Tucker's shoulders, a tightening of his hands into fists. Kendell felt his heart drop at the signs.

He’s going to ask me to let him go.

He immediately flinched when he heard Tucker speak in just above a rough whisper. “I’m… not going anywhere.”

Tucker looked back at him as Kendell's eyes widened, and despite the grim smile on his face, Tucker's eyes were molten, filled with stark desire. “Didn’t you say that I owed you?”