He Kissed Me Crazy

The Girls

As Kendell got home from school the next evening, he knew there was a high probability that Tucker wouldn't be there.

The first clue was that Tucker had snuck out early that morning when he thought Kendell was sleeping.

Kendell had let him go.

He knew they couldn't rush things.

Tucker had to choose to be with him.

It hadn't been easy though, listening to him leave, wondering if he would return that night.

The idea that Tucker could possibly want him in any fashion still wasn`t fully sinking in.

He wondered if he was just lucky, if Tucker was just more liberal with his s****l relations than Kendell had imagined, and Kendell had happened to be in the right place at the right time.

A convenient partner.

But… that night…

That night when Tucker had dressed as a girl and kissed Kendell…

There had been countless other options for Tucker to choose from.

So why Kendell?

It all came back to that question Kendell didn’t have the courage to ask.

Why did you kiss me that night? Why me?

Maybe he couldn’t ask… because he was afraid of the answer.

Afraid that it didn’t have to be him. That it could have been anyone.

As Kendell stopped in front of the door to their apartment many hours later, he slowly blew out a long breath, trying to prepare himself to be disappointed.

That was when he heard the faint sound of a woman's laughter.

Coming from inside their apartment.

Kendell's eyes widened, his hand halting above the knob, his heart stopping.

He hadn't meant that disappointed.

“No…” he whispered.

You wouldn't…

You wouldn't do this to me.

Kendell backed away from the door, his cheeks flushing with anger and disbelief, cold chills going up his back.

Don't you dare do this to me.

When a second girl's laughter chimed in with the first, Kendell thought he might just implode.

I'm going to kill them all.

He shook his head immediately.

No, stay calm. It can't be what I think it is.

Grimly, trying to keep his murderous thoughts under control, he turned the knob and walked into the apartment.

The first thing he saw was feminine things on the floor.

His stomach clenched and recoiled, and he had to rein in his urge to smash his foot down on it all, destroying it all.

High-heel shoes and purses lay strewn about, and the faint smell of a flowery perfume scented the air.

Kendell felt sick.

I'm going to kill him.

Kendell closed his eyes and tried to breathe through his mouth.

I`m going to bloody well murder him.

But, despite his rage, he had already realized one thing. The girls' voices, and the dead man's, were coming from the kitchen.

Not the bedroom.

Not yet? Or… are they done?

Kendell had only a couple steps to take before he would see them.

I don’t want to see them.

But he couldn’t leave, either.

Not until he knew.

He dropped his bag with a loud thunk on the floor. Then closed the door to the apartment behind him with a loud bang as well.

The voices all fell silent at once.

He heard Tucker's voice say in a rush, "Oh, that's my roommate,"—the word echoed in Kendell’s mind—roommate, roommate, roommate—and he gritted his teeth, his blood beginning to boil—"Kendell!"

Kendell heard a chair being hurriedly scraped back and suddenly Tucker was bounding out of the kitchen to stop in front of him.

Kendell hadn't realized he'd not moved from the door until Tucker was there before him.

"Kendell," Tucker said cheerfully, but his eyes became alarmed when they met Kendell's. "W-Welcome back."

Were you not expecting me this early? Kendell thought bitterly.

"Theresa and Brittany wanted to study with us for a bit," Tucker said in a rush, emphasizing the girls' names because he probably knew Kendell wouldn't remember them. Or, somehow, he thought Kendell wasn’t aware they were there.

"Did they?" Kendell bit out, smiling brittly. "They wanted to study?"

He saw Tucker’s eyes widen and suddenly, Tucker grabbed his arm and started pulling Kendell into the apartment.

Two girls sat at the kitchen table with textbooks out in front of them and they smiled warmly at Kendell as they came into view. They were pretty, if you liked that sort of thing, and their clothes accentuated all their feminine curves. Kendell’s eyes couldn’t stop checking, but the clothes were still in a reasonable amount of order. As their gazes landed on him, their eyes sparkled with interest.

F*cking hell. What is this?

Their smiles turned to looks of confusion, however, when Tucker didn’t bring Kendell to them, but instead pulled Kendell past the kitchen entirely, saying over his shoulder as they passed, "I just have to talk to Kendell for a minute; you girls keep studying." And then Tucker flashed a charming smile that made Kendell want to choke him.

Within moments, since Kendell allowed himself to be pulled along, they were in Tucker's room and Tucker quietly closed the door before turning to Kendell.

"Kendell, don't be angry, they just—"

"What the hell are they doing here, Tucker?" Kendell demanded without preamble, cutting Tucker off, hoping to hell that the hurt he felt in his chest wasn't present in his voice.

"Like I was saying, they just—"

"Do they know that you like to—" Kendell cut himself off, knowing he'd been about to get nasty.

He turned himself away from Tucker and put his hands through his hair, trying for the calm facade he was so used to putting on in these situations, but his heart felt like it was torn to pieces.

"Kendell, they won't be here long—they caught me right as I was coming home," Tucker said behind him, his voice entreating, but quiet. So that they wouldn't hear. "They said they had seen me at the university and wanted to st-study—" Tucker stumbled on that word when Kendell glared back at him. "—Because I made the mistake of saying it would be just me and my r-roommate—" Tucker stumbled again when Kendell's eyes narrowed at that word. "—h-hanging out."

His sentence ended on a high-pitched note.

Kendell looked away again.

"Hanging out," Kendell repeated woodenly. "Is that what we'll be doing?"

"Well, I couldn't—I mean—I couldn't just say—"

"Yeah, I know," Kendell said, his heart aching.

Of course, you couldn’t.

Tucker couldn't admit to potential girlfriends that he was going to have a c*m parade with Kendell.

Damn, f*cking damn.

This sucked so much.

You got in too deep, you fool, and now you’re surprised Tucker is going back to his basics?

How stupid could Kendell get?

“Are you… all right?” Tucker asked hesitantly. “I didn’t think that you would—that it would…” Tucker trailed off, his voice uncertain, and Kendell cursed himself for what he’d just displayed.

He'd shown way too much jealousy for two people casually getting together.

But he felt too much jealousy, and he couldn't seem to reel it back in.

He just couldn't take it anymore.

He spun back to Tucker, who flinched and took a step backwards, his hands coming up as if to defend himself from blows.

"I'm not the one who keeps hitting me whenever I do something you don't want to like, Tucker," Kendell said sarcastically, as he strode forward until he had Tucker against the door.

Tucker's eyes widened, as if he finally realized Kendell's true intentions.

"Kendell, wait, the girls—!"

Kendell grabbed Tucker's face and smashed his lips against Tucker's.

You're mine, Tucker Bradley.

Kendell growled in his throat, pressing Tucker into the door with his body, raising his knee to separate Tucker's legs just as his tongue separated Tucker’s lips, loving the strangled groan that Tucker made in response.

He felt Tucker's hands on his shoulders, gripping him, maybe trying to push Kendell away, but Kendell slid one hand around the back of Tucker's neck while the other slid around Tucker's waist to pull their hips together, his thigh pushing hard between Tucker's legs, making Tucker gasp and shudder against him.

"Ahh, yes," Kendell breathed shakily, feeling Tucker's c*ck already growing thick and hard against him, and an intense rush of relief and satisfaction moved through him, so strong tears nearly developed in his eyes.

He'd been afraid that with girls around, Kendell would have become nothing to Tucker once again.

But I'll never be nothing again.

He lifted his knee up further and began rubbing his thigh against Tucker's bulge as his hand on Tucker's back moved downward. Tucker tore his lips from Kendell and quickly grabbed Kendell's roaming hand.

"K-Ken, stop, the girls—"

"F*ck the girls," Kendell said forcefully, letting his frustration come through as he turned his head into Tucker's neck and began sliding his tongue possessively over Tucker's skin. "No, scratch that. Not them. F*ck me. Just me," Kendell ended on a hoarse whisper as he finally pulled his knee away and slid his free hand into the front of Tucker's pants.

"Holy sh*t, Kendell!" Tucker gasped, his voice a disbelieving whisper, grabbing Kendell's other wrist and pulling his hand out again. "Wait until they leave!"

Kendell stopped, his heart thudding.

Wait until they leave.

Kendell's eyes widened and finally met Tucker's, whose face was reddened, whose lips were wet and pinkened by Kendell's kisses, who was looking at Kendell like he'd lost his mind.

But there was also a heat in that gaze.

Kendell felt his heart throb.

Tucker still wanted to do it with him.

Wait.

Not even that.

Tucker wanted to do it with him, even while there were pretty girls in the other room.

"Are you... sure?" Kendell asked shakily. "Wait, don't answer that. No take-backsies. Send those she-wolves away, right now."

Tucker smiled wide. Kendell was left blind. "Are you no longer angry with me then?"

"Are there girls in our kitchen?"

Tucker had the grace to wince. "We could hope not?"

Kendell felt his heart skip a beat. That was the best damn thing he'd ever heard.

Tucker was really going to give up on his chances with two girls.

So that he could be with Kendell.

Was Kendell dreaming right now?

I’ll take it.

He glanced toward the door. Damn those women. "You know, if we're loud enough, they would—"

Tucker's hand covered Kendell's mouth.

"Whatever you were about to say, don't, you crazy s*x maniac."

Tucker pushed Kendell back from him and turned toward the door.

Kendell couldn't resist.

He grabbed Tucker and pulled him back into one more kiss, purposely messing up Tucker's hair by running his hands through it. Tucker didn't even protest, just held on and kissed back, just as needily, just as greedily.

Oh please don’t let me be dreaming.

When they pulled apart again, they were both panting and Tucker laughed breathlessly. "F-F*ck you. How am I supposed to go out there now?"

"That's your problem," Kendell said cheekily, backing away at last to let himself fall to a lazy sit on Tucker's bed, letting Tucker see how very much Kendell wanted him.

Tucker breathed hard, staring over at him. “You aren’t coming out with me?” Tucker asked incredulously, his voice raspy.

Kendell’s lips twitched, wondering if Tucker realized what he’d just said.

He doubted it.

He saw only one thing on Tucker’s mind.

And he had put it there.

Tucker's whole body now looked like he wanted s*x, from the lovingly indecent bulge in his pants to the two delightfully little erect buds poking out on his chest, to his messed-up hair and his dark eyes that shone with barely suppressed desire.

"Nah, don’t think so, too busy," Kendell teased as he laid himself back and casually opened up the front of his pants, feeling more alive than he ever had been in his life. "The two of us like this might scare them, anyway." He pulled himself out and showed Tucker exactly what he was talking about.

Tucker swallowed, his gaze dropping to Kendell's exposed member. "I think… I might be coming to appreciate your anti-social nature more," Tucker said in a hoarse voice. "I don't want to go out there."

Kendell smiled, exhilaration moving through him. "If you say, "Kendell, you can do whatever you want to me tonight," then I'll go out and get rid of the girls."

With pleasure.

Unfortunately, Tucker was already shaking his finger at Kendell and shaking his head no. "Nuh uh uh, I know that’s too dangerous. Something else," he said, his eyes still on Kendell's arousal.

"Something else?" Kendell said, acting like he was affronted. "What else could I possibly—"

Kendell cut himself off, an idea dropping into his mind.

He bit his lip, sitting up, and Tucker's eyes rose to meet his, burning questions clearly moving between them.

"W-Well?" Tucker said, his voice becoming more agitated. “They’re waiting.”

Kendell rose to his feet and put himself away as he approached Tucker again.

Tucker’s eyebrows shot up, but he stood his ground, only tilted away slightly as Kendell came to stand with little space between them.

"How about..." Kendell said softly, trying to gather his nerve. "How about we..."

Kendell fell silent. He couldn’t ask. He wanted to. But he couldn’t. Damn me for being such a coward.

But Tucker pressed him in a curious whisper, “How about we… what?”

Kendell looked down, away from Tucker’s eyes.

"Never mind, I'll just do it," he said, unable to hold back the self-hatred in his voice as he moved to pass by Tucker.

But Tucker grabbed Kendell’s arm, stopping him.

“How about we what, Kendell?” Tucker asked urgently, his voice breathless. “Tell me.”

“No. It was a stupid idea.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“You don’t even know what I—”

“I know me. I’ve had worse ideas, believe me.”

Kendell’s lips twitched in spite of his nervousness. He’s probably talking about Stephanie.

But he still wasn’t going to tell Tucker what he’d had in mind.

He’d nearly asked Tucker out.

But it was still too early for that.

Kendell paused, a new idea forming, a compromise. Would it give away too much? He didn’t know. He’d already asked it last night, and Tucker had turned it down immediately. But… today was a new day. And the words were already spilling out of his mouth. “Sleep next to me tonight.”

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Tucker’s brows lifted. “Are you still on that?” He only asked the question because his heart had just shot up into his throat, and he needed time to process the request.

Why would he want to sleep in the same bed?

That was…

What lovers do.

What girlfriends want boyfriends to do.

What married couples do.

Not what male roommates do.

Never that.

But… Tucker stared into Kendell’s wary eyes and saw that Kendell expected to be turned down.

So maybe Tucker should turn it down.

But…

Tucker licked his lips, and Kendell’s eyes dropped right to them, making them buzz under that hot gaze.

“Okay,” Tucker heard himself saying.

He hadn’t remembered deciding—the word just came out.

But as Kendell’s face lit up with a smile, Tucker realized he’d made the right choice.

And, he had to admit, not only Kendell wanted to try it.

“But no inappropriate touching,” he warned, putting a stern finger under Kendell’s nose.

Kendell’s mouth swooped down onto Tucker’s finger, liquid heat enveloping the digit in an instant.

Tucker’s knees almost gave out as he gasped, his whole body becoming rigid—very rigid. “Sh*t,” Tucker hissed as Kendell sucked on the finger with an incredibly satisfied look on his face.

“You’re the devil,” Tucker breathed, unable to resist.

Kendell’s smiled around Tucker’s finger. “Buh A’m Your Dewil,” Kendell said, his words coming out muffled around Tucker’s finger in a way that struck a bolt of pleasure down Tucker’s spine.

He quickly jerked his finger out of Kendell’s mouth and turned back to the door.

“I changed my mind; you’re too nuts to deal with—”

Kendell opened the door from behind Tucker and pulled it open, forcing Tucker to back out of the way. “A deal’s a deal,” Kendell said with a grin. “I’ll take care of the girls. You…” Kendell slid up to Tucker and put his lips to Tucker’s ear. “Get ready,” Kendell whispered with promise.

Tucker felt his cheeks burn as Kendell left him with that remark and strolled down the hall.

Ah, f*ck, this is such a bad idea.

But he was as hard as a rock.