He Kissed Me Crazy

The Implication

F*ck it.

Tucker knew he was out of his mind, but, hell, he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Kendell hadn’t touched him once even though Tucker’s d**k was basically on display for him now, and it was driving Tucker nuts; he was constantly on edge for when. When would Kendell touch him?

Maybe it was a bit much to expect from Kendell, but he didn’t think so anymore.

Since their eyes had met after the complete destruction of Tucker’s pride, Kendell gazed at Tucker like he had just found his favourite brand of ice cream. And had every intention of consuming it entirely.

Tucker turned his head back to the bed before them, his cheeks heating again as Kendell slid his fingers around Tucker’s wrists, taking hold of the cuffs in the most seductive way possible. Or at least, that’s how Tucker felt, as tiny shivers ran up his arms and his perpetually exposed member reached for the ceiling.

When the clinking of the cuffs unlocking sounded loud in the quiet room, Tucker flinched, and Kendell immediately pressed little kisses to the back of Tucker’s neck as he slipped the cuffs free and dropped them on the bed.

“Sh*t, yes,” Tucker whispered hoarsely, loving even this much, and had to bite back a groan as Kendell’s arms came around him, one hand coming to grasp Tucker’s jaw from behind to hold his neck steady, while the other just pressed Tucker back against Kendell’s chest, letting Tucker feel Kendell’s racing heartbeat through their clothes.

Tucker would have laughed in victory to know that Kendell was also losing his mind, but he couldn’t seem to think of anything beyond when that hand would lower to his screaming c*ck.

Kendell’s lips played like fire on Tucker’s skin, licking and sucking, driving him batty, sending shivers through him and then streaks of pure pleasure as Kendell began to suck.

A gasp Tucker couldn’t contain passed his lips as he found himself coming close again, and like hell was he going to come from nothing at all again. He quickly wrapped his hand around his member once more, unable to wait for Kendell’s better fingers, unable to resist the sensations Kendell was spreading through him a moment longer.

But then Kendell’s hand came around his, startling him, and suddenly both their hands were moving on him, faster than before, aggressive and needy, and Tucker made a strangled groan as every nerve ending in his body seemed to come alive as the sensation immediately became too much, too quickly. I can’t come this fast again!

“W-Wait, stop,” Tucker gasped, trying to free his hand and his member from Kendell’s grip, trying to turn his head out of Kendell’s grasp, but Kendell just pulled him all the closer. “Wait, Ken, I-I’m gonna—"

Suddenly they were falling forward, onto the bed, Tucker gasping as Kendell’s weight came down on top of him, a strange and exhilarating sensation, but only for a second as Kendell quickly rolled them to be side by side, Kendell behind Tucker, Kendell’s hand not hesitating as it continued to bring Tucker to the brink of oblivion.

“Oh fuuuucckk,” Tucker babbled and groaned, his mind whirling, barely noticing as Kendell’s other hand slid down Tucker’s back, the sensations of Kendell’s kisses turning to little bites on his neck and Kendell’s hand on his member becoming slick on top of his, taking all of Tucker’s focus, Tucker’s other arm pinned uselessly under his own body.

It was with much surprise then that Tucker finally realized Kendell’s hand was in the back of his pants, sliding fingers between his cheeks so quickly that before Tucker could do so much as squeak, and with barely any resistance, one of Kendell’s fingers slid right into Tucker’s a**.

“Ahh! Kendell!” Tucker gaped, shocked, the feeling of something inside him so completely foreign. He tried to move his a** away from the intruding digit, his face heating in complete mortification, but he was caught, like a fish on the worst imaginable hook, captured against Kendell’s chest, with Kendell’s arm pinning him in place by Tucker’s c*ck.

“Tucker, f*ck,” Kendell groaned hoarsely against Tucker’s neck, as if in pain, which was impossible because the bloody a**hole wasn’t the one with a finger shoved up his—

“Ahhnnghhh,” Tucker cried out, his ears burning from his own sound, as, without mercy, Kendell began moving his finger inside, grinding and then thrusting, in an incredibly familiar motion, causing frighteningly powerful thrills to shoot up Tucker’s back. No! I can’t feel this!

“Kendell, wait!” But Kendell was ignoring him, and Tucker cried out again, his lips unable to stop the sounds coming from deep inside him as Kendell began to match his finger sliding in and out of Tucker with his hand’s movements to Tucker’s front, and it was completely devastating.

Tucker began crying out with every single thrust that slapped Kendell’s hand against his a**, feeling something building within him, front and back, striving for dominance, aching for release, his mind blanking as he finally tore his own hand free from his own c**k and grabbed hold of Kendell’s wrist, trying to stop his movements, not wanting to know if what he felt happening could really happen.

“Kendell, please,” Tucker gasped, tears springing to his eyes, realizing that Kendell was not listening, realizing that Kendell’s pants in his ear were haggard and needy and whispering Tucker’s name, and that sound was the last of Tucker’s control breaking.

He shouted as he came, front and back, felt himself clenching on Kendell’s finger even as his member pulsed spasmically in Kendell’s hand. Oh my goooood! Tucker hid his face into the bed as his entire body shook, shooting out his release across the bed as his a** clenched over and over again, the orgasm rocking him to his very soul. Before he came down from his high, he heard Kendell’s desperate shuffling of clothing behind him and thought for one frightening moment Kendell was going to trade his finger for something far worse, but instead Tucker felt something hard slide against his back, making him flinch, heard Kendell’s gasp out, “S-Sorry, Tuck,” an instant before he felt Kendell’s release splurt hot on his back as Kendell shuddered and groaned loudly into Tucker’s shoulder.

---

Kendell had moved too fast. Again.

He got that distinct impression when Tucker’s elbow slammed into his gut, knocking the wind right out of him, and Tucker sprang off the bed and was out of his room in seconds, moments before the door to the washroom slammed shut.

“D-Damn,” Kendell managed as he clutched his stomach, trying not to vomit onto Tucker’s blankets.

That had been hot.

He hadn’t been sure his saliva would be enough, but then his finger had slid right into that hot haven—Kendell shuddered, looking down at his c*ck springing to attention once more.

An elbow to the gut might take him down for a moment, but years of fantasy suddenly being made a reality? Nothing could be more… uplifting.

He gingerly sat up, wincing as his abdomen rebelled.

He guessed he had deserved it.

But, in his defense…

Kendell felt a smile pull his lips up. Tucker hadn’t said no.

He frowned, looking over at the empty doorway.

But did Tucker agree with him on that?

“Damn,” he murmured again.

Should he go talk to him? Or give Tucker some time to cool down?

Kendell looked down at his hand covered in Tucker’s release. Or his own. Probably both.

He had kind of lost it a little.

Tucker hadn’t said no, right? Or had Kendell ignored it and kept going?

F*ck.

He hoped Tucker hadn’t said no.

Kendell bit his lip as he rose to his feet.

Then froze when the washroom door slammed open again.

That was fast.

The stomping that was steadily getting louder suggested Tucker wasn’t in a better frame of mind yet though.

Kendell just managed to pull his erection back into his pants and zip himself up—without catching himself in the zipper, he was pleased to note—before Tucker was looming in the doorway, angry eyes coming to meet Kendell’s. Tucker was sadly fully dressed, too.

“You…” Tucker began, and the anger that was behind that one slightly shaking word made Kendell almost—almost—start to back away.

Tucker strode right up to Kendell to stare him down, his brown eyes fired up with ire.

Damn, you’re pretty.

“You… do not…” Tucker said again, punctuating his point with a finger under Kendell’s nose.

Kendell resisted the desire to lick it.

“You do not do that to…” Tucker tried again, his cheeks starting to redden. “To another guy…”

Kendell’s brows came together, his stomach clenching. Don’t say that.

“Without his express…”

Kendell’s brows cleared and he just managed to keep a smile off his face. Tucker’s eyes dropped to Kendell’s lips and narrowed.

“Without his express permission,” Tucker finished, his voice harsh.

It had been hard for him to say that, Kendell could tell.

Kendell should reward him. “I promise to ask your permission from now on,” he said sincerely, and then couldn’t hold back his grin as Tucker read his implications. Before Tucker could argue that point, he licked Tucker’s finger.

“Jesus!” Tucker jolted back from him, quickly wiping his finger on his shirt as he looked at Kendell as if he’d grown a second head. Which, technically, he had. A few feet lower than the first. “You have completely lost it,” Tucker exclaimed, his gaze looking up and down Kendell as if to find some source of his madness.

Of course, Tucker’s eyes fell on the source, which was barely contained, ready to go again, though Kendell’s brain knew that wasn’t happening any time soon.

“Probably,” Kendell agreed easily.

He was actually over the moon right now, his excitement and joy barely able to be contained.

The future was looking fantastic. Tucker was looking fantastic. Tucker’s bed was looking fantastic.

“Get out, right now,” Tucker said abruptly, pointing to the doorway.

Oops.

Guess he’d been looking too long at Tucker’s bed. Or was it his erection Tucker was opposed to?

But things were going so well, relatively—Tucker was still talking to him—so, couldn’t he push just a little more?

“Want to sleep toge—next to each other?” he amended when Tucker looked at him with disbelieving eyes. “We could watch a movie or something?”

Tucker blinked. “Are you serious?”

Kendell smiled and took a step towards Tucker.

Tucker took a step backwards.

Kendell sighed and stopped where he was. “Come on, Tuck, I promised not to put my—”

“Don’t say it!”

“Then lie down with me and relax and let’s just... sleep? A sleep over.” Kendell smiled at a memory. “You wanted to do that when we first moved in.”

“And you refused, which I see now was a very wise—”

Tucker froze, becoming as still as a statue.

Kendell’s smile turned a bit rigid as he realized Tucker might be—

Tucker’s eyes widened.

Yep.

Kendell could see it in Tucker’s eyes.

Tucker was beginning to see Kendell’s past actions in a new light.

Crap.

He couldn’t have Tucker realizing how far his feelings went.

It would scare the sh*t out of him.

He had to distract Tucker somehow. Right now.

What would do it?

Kendell began popping the buttons open on his uniform.

Tucker’s eyes focused and looked at him, his brows raised high. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Well, it’s uncomfortable lying down in this unif—”

“Go to your room then—”

“But I was going to stay here—”

“Goddamnit, Kendell, no, you are not—”

“I’ll watch that silly kids movie you are always raving at me to watch.”

Tucker stopped pushing Kendell towards the door.

“Onward?”

“That’s the one with the two blue guys and a van—?”

“Yes, and it’s not a kids movie just because it’s animated. Anyone would like it if they gave it a—”

“Fine, that one. I’ll watch that one with you.”

Kendell turned around, letting Tucker’s hands push against his chest instead, which felt fantastic, not that he was going to let that be known at the moment, not when he was so close to getting Tucker to accept him.

With a kids—an animated—film, of all things.

Shit, I love this silly boy.

Tucker bit his lip and stared Kendell down, clearly not trusting him at all.

Guess it’ll take a while to build that bridge up again. Kendell finally felt regret for the loss, and said softly, “Come on, Tuck. You can elbow me until I puke again if you want to.”

Tucker snorted, "You did not puke," but his voice was definitely more relaxed, and Kendell felt a wave of relief.

Tucker finally dropped his hands from Kendell’s chest and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Fine,” Tucker said at last. Kendell’s heart soared. “But.” Kendell’s heart stopped. “What goes around, comes around.”

Kendell’s eyebrows shot up. He’s not thinking what I think he’s thinking, is he?

Tucker smiled and turned from Kendell before picking up the forgotten cuffs on the edge of the bed.

“Hands behind your back, a**hole.”