He Kissed Me Crazy

The Realization

Tucker had to admit, when Kendell had turned around and offered hands coated with Tucker’s pleasure to him… he’d nearly strangled him with the handcuffs.

But now he felt better.

Kendell had scrubbed away the evidence of the event that would not be named on pain of death, and the moment he was cleaned, Tucker had firmly handcuffed him and dragged him into the living room.

Now, Kendell was lying on his back on the couch, his arms over his head with the handcuffs tied to the radiator on the wall using one of their dishtowels. And Tucker was sitting on Kendell’s legs for good measure.

Everything is fine. Just watch the show.

They were watching Onward in the living room because, come on, the bigger the screen the better, and he didn't want to spend any more time in a bedroom.

Not with a finger-ninja bastard like him.

Tucker felt Kendell’s legs shift under him and immediately his spine stiffened, his entire body on edge.

But Kendell was just wiggling his toes a little, his eyes on the screen, looking engrossed.

F*ck. Get it together. Don’t let him get to you.

Tucker blew his breath past his lips in wordless exasperation, glaring at the man looking so deviously innocent—besides the cuffs—next to him.

For the seventeenth time, he wanted to ask Kendell what he thought of the show so far, but… Tucker also didn’t want to talk to him at all.

His heart had been stuck in his throat the entire time, his chest was tight, and his hands kept fidgeting, but most of all it still felt like someone still had their something up his somewhere.

His somewhere clenched in response to his thoughts and Tucker's cheeks heated. F*cking hell.

Before that night, he hadn't even been aware that it could clench. Not like this.

And now, when it clenches, I feel like there’s empty space inside, like I should—

Tucker's eyes rounded at his own thought.

F*cking hell!

Without hesitation, Tucker slammed a fist down on Kendell's thigh.

Kendell yelped, jerking in surprise, his arms pulling uselessly against the cuffs, and then glared accusingly at Tucker, but Tucker made sure his eyes were glued to the TV screen, his satisfied smile probably ruining the effect.

"Tucker—" Kendell began, his voice full of reproach.

"Watch the show. A good part's coming," Tucker interrupted without looking at him, pointing to the screen.

There were plenty of good parts, so he wasn't lying.

That’s why his heart was pounding in his chest again, excitement jolting up his spine. He loved Onward.

He thought he heard Kendell grumble something like, "So damn mean," under his breath and watched out of the corner of his eye when Kendell turned his head back to the TV.

Tucker didn't know what came over him.

He lifted his fist—

Kendell’s head whipped back towards his.

"Tucker!"

And then slammed his fist down—not quite as hard—on Kendell's other thigh.

Kendell jerked again, swearing through a growl, then tried to pull his legs out from under Tucker's butt, but Tucker quickly grabbed Kendell's legs to halt them, securing his position on top of him.

"Damn it, Tucker, you're too heavy; you're putting my legs to sleep!"

"That's your problem, Ken, because you shouldn't have—" Tucker stopped, unable to say it, so changed his words—"you deserve what you get."

"Come on, Tuck, don't be such a prude."

Tucker's jaw dropped and his gaze flared in outrage as his eyes finally met Kendell's.

The light of challenge and unwarranted confidence played in Kendell’s eyes, a cheeky smile daring to curve Kendell's lips, as if he knew exactly how Tucker would react.

But Tucker felt himself falling for it anyway.

"Me? A prude?" Tucker said in disbelief. "You are calling me a prude?"

Kendell winked at him, letting his action speak for him.

Tucker felt a strange fluttering in his stomach and heart. He was pretty certain he had never seen Kendell wink before.

He ignored his reaction and frowned at Kendell in affront; the a**hole was handcuffed to a radiator and yet still acted like he had the upper hand.

"We'll see who's the prude," Tucker said with a twist of his lips, irked, and jerked open the front of Kendell’s pants.

Did you forget I had you blushing like a little virgin in the hall? A**hole.

"Whoa, T-Tucker, I'm cuffed to the wall," Kendell said in disbelief, his eyes wide on Tucker's hands. "You shouldn't do this to someone defenseless, you know."

"I'm not doing anything you haven't done to me," Tucker said, ignoring the twinge of conscience that Kendell's words had caused in him. It’s true, he did this to me, so this is fine.

He unzipped Kendell's pants and then began to pull them down Kendell's legs.

"I didn't take your pants off," Kendell said thickly, his voice not matching his words as his eyes became hot on Tucker's face.

Tucker felt his cheeks heating, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted to prove to Kendell that Tucker was going to be the one in control, that Kendell would be the one to learn a few things.

"Are you admitting to being more of a prude than I am then? You can stop this any time you want by just admitting it. Say, “Tucker, you are right.”"

"I don't think so," Kendell said, his voice a low rumbly chuckle that Tucker felt roll up his back in thrilling little waves.

Stop it, body, don’t let him win.

Tucker stood enough so he could pull Kendell's pants off entirely and drop them pointedly to the floor, leaving Kendell in only black boxers and the white undershirt of his uniform. Tucker’s eyes immediately dropped to Kendell’s groin.

Silk again...

Kendell was straining against the front of the silk already, and his cheeks were flushing red.

Tucker felt an electric thrill zip through him.

See, Ken, you can't outshock me. And I don’t even need a surprise finger to do it.

Feeling his chest tighten in exhilaration, Tucker let his knuckles trail over the front of Kendell's silk-covered erection in a replay of the last time they were in this position.

His body thrummed when Kendell groaned in his throat.

See? he thought again. Between you and I, I will win.

He took hold of the waistband of Kendell's boxers.

"I will do everything that you do to me," Kendell said roughly, deeply, sending waves of excitement up Tucker's spine.

Tucker's fingers paused on Kendell's band in spite of himself.

Then he pushed himself to continue, and slid Kendell's boxers down his hips.

He heard Kendell release air through clenched teeth, and quickly pulled them off Kendell's legs and then dropped them on top of Kendell's pants.

"I don't care if I'm naked in front of another guy," Tucker said, trying for the confidence he was strangely not feeling, but his voice sounded more shaky than he'd intended and might be giving himself away.

Yet that fact skipped by him quickly as his attention turned to removing Kendell's shirt.

As his fingers found the bottom of Kendell's shirt, his eyes became locked with Kendell's, and stayed locked, his heart hammering in his chest, his breaths coming quicker. Kendell's eyes were sucking him in, almost challenging him to keep going, to see how much they both could take.

His heart buzzing in his ears, Tucker slowly pushed Kendell’s shirt up his abdomen… then his chest, revealing how his muscles stretched upwards towards his arms over his head. Tucker nearly paused there, finding himself admiring Kendell's physique, which he'd somehow never noticed before. But a heat was coiling in his lower stomach, pushing him to continue until he had pulled Kendell's shirt completely over his head and over the handcuffs, leaving it in a white bundle above Kendell's hands that were clenched into fists.

Now Kendell lay before him, completely naked, and Tucker felt his eyes roaming over every muscle, every arch, unable to resist looking at everything he had put on display.

“What’s next?” Kendell asked, his voice velvet, his eyes burning.

Tucker stared, his breathing hard. This wasn’t right. Kendell was supposed to be a blushing mess.

Why are you so bloody confident right now?

Tucker couldn’t seem to keep up with these changing facets of a man he wasn’t sure he knew anymore.

Tucker’s eyes dropped.

Kendell was incredibly hard now.

He had liked being undressed.

Tucker’s eyes flicked up to meet Kendell’s again. Kendell’s cheeks were darker with blush, just as Tucker wanted, but his eyes were so… not shy. They were challenging, hot, and for god's sake, sexy as hell.

Tucker couldn't form words.

But he wasn’t ready to give up.

Holding back an unsteady breath, he slowly let his fingers trail down Kendell's chest, enjoying the little twitches of muscle under his fingers, the jaw clenching Kendell couldn't seem to control.

This is perfect.

Tucker felt surprise at his own thought, but the surprise and the thought faded away as he slowly bent and placed his lips on Kendell's chest.

Yes.

He had wanted to do this. He hadn’t known that until he was there, doing it.

Tucker let his lips trail across Kendell’s skin, marvelling at how warm and hard it was. So different from a woman’s.

He heard Kendell's whispered words slip out, “oh god,” and Tucker’s body twitched, excitement shuddering through him. His arousal was already pressing persistently against the front of his pants.

He had no idea how long it had been like that.

It was becoming hard to care.

He let the tip of his tongue come out and stroke the skin under his lips, tasting a little salt, but mostly just Kendell.

Yes.

Kendell groaned, a shaky breath released over Tucker’s hair.

Yes…

“T-Touch me,” Kendell rasped suddenly. “Please, Tuck.”

Tucker’s eyes widened and he looked up to meet Kendell’s eyes. They were a mix of pain and need, and Tucker swallowed as he felt his body respond.

He looked down at the member straining so close to him, something he had admittedly been ignoring.

He couldn’t believe Kendell wanted to put that inside him.

Tucker felt a thrill shiver up his back.

That’s not happening.

But he could… he could hold it, he supposed.

Tucker licked his lips and swallowed, nearly unaware of the strangled groan Kendell made as he became focused on the idea of touching someone else’s—Kendell’s—d**k.

C*ck.

Pecker.

Pickle.

Just another piece of flesh, really.

No big deal.

He’d already touched it, hadn’t he?

With fingers that almost shook, but Tucker swore they didn’t, he slowly let his hand come up and hover over Kendell’s … flesh.

Kendell immediately set his feet and in an instant had raised his hips so that Tucker’s hand collided with the very hot hard object he hadn’t touched yet.

Tucker took his hand back as if stung and glared at Kendell, but Kendell’s head had turned and his eyes were closed, his brows furrowed as if in pain, his jaw clenching and unclenching.

Tucker’s eyes widened, surprised, and felt a small smile touch his lips.

That’s interesting.

Kendell had somehow come undone again.

What did I do?

But just as before, with Kendell’s eyes closed, Tucker felt more confidence swell within him.

He looked back at the object of interest that shook a little with its barely contained excitement.

Tucker decided instantly that he didn’t want to just touch it.

Looking back at Kendell, he rose to his feet.

Kendell’s eyes sprang open, disappointment clear on his face, and Tucker immediately pulled Kendell’s shirt back down his arms to cover his eyes.

“Tucker! Don’t you dare leave me like this,” Kendell protested, his voice desperate, unsure, maybe angry.

Tucker couldn’t quite tell, he was too busy stripping off his pants and… with some hesitation, deciding to strip off the rest of his clothes, too.

He’d said he wasn’t afraid of being naked in front of another guy.

And he wasn’t.

His organs all collecting in his throat were because of something else.

Namely, what he was about to do.

Making sure Kendell’s eyes were still covered—“Tucker!? You had better not have left. Tuckergnnhh!”—Tucker slid his hand along Kendell’s naked hip, enjoying the choking sound Kendell made in midsentence, as he put one knee on one side of Kendell’s hips, and let his other leg support him from the floor, before he, holding his breath, slid his length against Kendell’s.

Kendell gasped and then groaned loudly, his hips jolting as Tucker’s hand followed his member and curved around them both just as Kendell had done.

Oh f*ck.

Tucker felt like he was doing something incredibly bad, and the fact that Kendell was in handcuffs didn’t help matters. But now that he had done it, his hand wouldn’t let go, and he began to slowly slide both his and Kendell’s together, watching in fascination as Kendell’s body seemed to flex and twitch, the muscles of his arms starting to bulge as it became clear that Kendell was trying to get out of the cuffs by brute strength.

“T-Tucker, take the shirt off right now,” Kendell half demanded, half pleaded, his head jerking back and forth, trying to free himself of his white blindfold. “You can’t do this to m-me without letting me see.” It was unreal how unbelievably hot Kendell sounded in his desperation, when his length was so solidly against Tucker’s. Tucker continued his torturously slow gliding.

Tucker didn’t take the shirt off. He knew it wasn’t nice of him. He knew it wasn’t fair of him.

But he didn’t know how to face Kendell, didn’t know how to look into his knowing eyes, and Kendell was so incredibly sexy just like this, this panicky, incredibly turned on Kendell who began throbbing in Tucker’s hand, whose groans were becoming more intense, his teeth gnashing together as his hips bucked against Tucker’s.

“T-Tucker, please,” Kendell begged, and Tucker bent down and kissed him hard, feeling his chest begin to overflow with emotion, feeling every breath of his join with every breath of Kendell’s, feeling every shiver and jolt of Kendell’s body against his legs and hips and his lips.

He realized with complete clarity as Kendell cried out hoarsely against his lips, an orgasm stiffening Kendell’s body and making Tucker feel like a damned emperor for bringing him there, that…

This is more than just s*x.

Tucker’s eyes widened and his heart shuddered in his chest.

I want more than just s*x.

Tucker gasped and then groaned, tearing his lips away from Kendell’s to press his face into Kendell’s shirt as well, hiding his face that burned with disbelief and a dozen other emotions as he released and released with complete possessiveness all over Kendell’s stomach.

F*ck me.