He Kissed Me Crazy

The Unanswered Questions

Oh holy bananas…

Kendell was dazed, his breath coming in gasps, his entire body covered in thrills as the aftershocks continued to run through him.

He still couldn’t see a damn thing but, damn, he’d felt Tucker’s every movement so keenly, heard every gruff moan and shaky exhalation.

His arms were past sore, and his wrists were chafing from how often he’d pulled on his restraints, but… he could probably do that again. And again.

Tucker had been so… so… erotic.

Kendell felt himself shudder in delight.

He might be developing strange desires from all this.

Like a fondness for handcuffs.

And kissing with his eyes covered.

And being stripped bare, stitch by stitch.

How in the world had Tucker made that so… mind-blowing?

He felt Tucker’s heat soaking into his body and smiled, wondering what Tucker was thinking right now.

He didn’t have to guess if Tucker had thought it was mind-blowing, too. Kendell had heard Tucker’s amazingly hoarse cry in his ear and felt the tremors in Tucker’s body as he spilled himself across Kendell’s abdomen and chest.

Kendell felt desire coil in his body again at just the reminder of it and shooed the thought away, satisfied to be just like this for now.

Tucker hadn’t moved for several seconds—or minutes—Kendell wasn’t sure, his mind was still foggy with satiated desire, but Kendell was in no rush to move him.

He enjoyed the feeling of Tucker’s knees pressing into his hips, of Tucker’s hands on his skin, one curved casually around Kendell’s ribs while the other wrapped underneath Kendell’s shoulder as Tucker’s face pressed next to his. Only the white shirt that Tucker had surprised him with was keeping their cheeks apart. Kendell could even feel the heat of Tucker’s breath heating one side of his face.

His heart squeezed, loving this closeness, this intimacy. He could nearly imagine a tenderness in the way Tucker was holding him, and that thought instantly brought emotions rushing into his chest, hope and anticipation and f*ck, so much affection, and he couldn’t hold back a secret, pleased smile.

Tucker might have been seriously pissed when Kendell had played with his a**, but it had clearly not put a damper on his s****l appetite, nor a desire to be … here, with Kendell, in what could only be considered a snuggle position.

Well, besides the cuffs.

And the shirt over his eyes.

But Kendell loved every bit of it.

Now he just had to convince Tucker to give other things a try.

And… give his a** another try…

It had been deliciously clear Tucker felt good from it.

And that was just my finger…

He bit his lip, reining his thoughts in quickly before Tucker felt Kendell rise again.

He already wished he hadn’t promised to ask Tucker before doing it again.

That had been kinda stupid and way too overconfident of him.

What if Tucker never agreed to it?

What would Kendell do then?

Well, if every time is as intense as this time, I suppose I could be satisfied with just this.

Except the blindfold.

Kendell wanted to see when Tucker hit his climax.

It had sounded amazing.

Before Kendell could think about it further, Tucker was lifting off him.

Already feeling the chill of separation, Kendell automatically tried to move his arms to capture Tucker back to his chest but, of course, he was still in handcuffs.

Damn it.

“Tucker, let me out of these,” Kendell said breezily, trying not to sound as eager to see and touch and taste Tucker again as he felt. “And take this shirt off my face.”

They were more than square now, weren’t they?

He didn’t care. He would do anything to make Tucker happy. He would even just settle on seeing Tucker’s face. Maybe share another mind-blowing kiss if Tucker looked up for it. Maybe hold Tucker while they slept in the same bed.

Like a real couple.

“Tucker?” he said again, snuffing out his thoughts.

Tucker had been silent, and Kendell could now hear the sound of cloth swishing nearby.

What is he doing?

“Tucker…,” he said again, letting some of his frustration finally enter his voice. “Come on, it’s been long enough.”

He heard a strange sound from Tucker’s direction and then suddenly something was rubbing down his stomach. Kendell froze, confused but not at all turned off by the movements, then felt a little disappointment sink in when he realized that Tucker had taken tissue and was cleaning up what was probably a substantial mess on Kendell’s abdomen.

“Hey, wait, I—!” Kendell cut himself off from saying I wanted to see that. “Just let me up and I’ll clean it up.”

“I nearly got it,” Tucker said, and his voice was suspiciously croaky.

I want to see your face so badly right now.

Kendell tried to tilt his head so maybe he’d get his nose out and then use his nose to push up the—

“F*ck, sorry,” Tucker said, and then the shirt was being pulled down and Kendell’s head cleared the fabric as Tucker pulled it the rest of the way to cover Kendell’s probably clean stomach.

Kendell’s eyes zinged up to Tucker’s face and he was not disappointed in the least.

Tucker’s face was reddened on his cheeks, his brow was furrowed, his jaw clenched, and he was decidedly avoiding Kendell’s eyes as he haphazardly covered Kendell’s naked waist with Kendell’s boxers by simply laying them over his hips.

Tucker himself was wearing only his pants and even they weren’t buttoned up.

De-amn. He looks good.

What a feast for the eyes.

And now Kendell could freely gaze at him without having to hide it.

Kendell nearly forgot all about the cuffs.

Nearly.

He shook his hands above his head pointedly, letting the metal of the links clink together.

But his eyes couldn’t stop checking out all that muscle on display.

Sculpted and only finely dusted with light brown hair that narrowed as it went down to where Kendell intended to travel with his lips—not today—maybe not this week—okay, maybe this week—at the latest next week—maybe tomorrow—Tucker’s body was made for seduction.

Kendell’s eyes widened as Tucker’s hips began moving toward his face, but Tucker was only bending over him to reach Kendell’s cuffs with the key he must have picked up from the coffee table.

It would probably be too soon for Tucker if Kendell rubbed his face into his crotch, huh…

But Tucker had put his lips on Kendell only earlier that night…

Yes, maybe tomorrow… if I rile him up a little…

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Tucker was sure Kendell must be able to hear his heartbeat, it was pounding so loudly as he moved to unlock the cuffs.

What do I want from you?

What do you want from me?

What are we doing?

The questions he couldn’t answer and couldn’t push past his lips kept whirling in his mind as he sucked in a breath and heard the now distinctive sound of the cuffs unlocking.

Immediately, Kendell wrenched his hands down and sat up, making Tucker surge backwards.

"Aaghh," Kendell said in pain, startling Tucker so badly he dropped cuffs and key with a thud thud onto their rug under the coffee table.

“What?” he asked, alarmed, finally letting his eyes rest on Kendell’s face, his heart leaping with a strange delight to see Kendell’s mussed up hair and scrunched closed eyes.

Grimacing, Kendell grabbed his own shoulders and said in a groan, "My arms were in that position way too long. Ughhh—damn it—stupid pins and needles."

As understanding dawned, relief rushed through Tucker, and he immediately sat down with Kendell and began massaging Kendell's arms, clicking his tongue in sympathy.

Kendell opened his eyes enough to catch Tucker's gaze, and Tucker dropped his eyes immediately to his task, willing his face not to heat further.

He was fully expecting to be teased and berated mercilessly about what had just happened.

He was fully expecting Kendell to begin telling him about all the ways he would get back at him for what he'd done, and Tucker was unnerved by how his body anticipated Kendell’s plans.

But as more seconds ticked by, he realized Kendell was remaining silent.

Tucker's heart began thudding hard at his throat.

Why aren’t you saying anything?

Kendell's eyes were on Tucker, Tucker knew, but Kendell was completely silent as Tucker's hands massaged slowly from Kendell's shoulders, down his biceps, and then finally over his forearms to rub the dark marks on Kendell's skin where Kendell had repeatedly attempted to get free.

"I-Is that better?" Tucker asked, inwardly cursing the stutter in his voice.

"...Yes," Kendell said quietly, and something in his tone made Tucker's heart leap back into his throat.

What's wrong with me?

“Good…” Tucker swallowed. “Well, goodnight.” Tucker surged to his feet, spinning to escape the room.

A firm grip caught the back of his pants.

Tucker nearly squeaked. But he managed to contain himself to a more sensible groan.

“Hey, Tuck,” Kendell said from behind him, and his voice… Tucker didn’t know what to make of his voice. But it sounded dangerous.

Tucker held his breath, his teeth clamping together as a nervousness overcame him. He did not want to look back and meet Kendell’s gaze.

But something compelled him to, something stronger than his unease. It was probably that voice.

“What?” he said, hoping he sounded nonchalant as he twisted to look back, his eyes no longer able to resist meeting Kendell’s.

His heart immediately quickened.

There were questions in Kendell’s eyes, Tucker could see them, and wondered if they were the same questions that bounced in his.

What if we want the same thing?

But...

What do I want?

Tucker could finally admit that something had happened to them today.

To both of them. Probably.

But definitely to him.

Tucker averted his gaze, finding it hard to breathe.

His gaze landed on the clothes scattered on the floor, and he felt his face beginning to heat again.

He’d seen such scenes before, in the bedroom of his exes, or in a hotel room, or that one time in the girls’ locker room but…

He’d never taken another man’s pants off before.

His everything off. I took everything off him.

And now Kendell was wearing only the wrinkled white under T-shirt, and the silk Tucker had placed on Kendell’s lap out of self-preservation, which was only keeping Kendell barely decent.

Tucker felt desire trickle up from his lower belly again and inwardly groaned.

Apparently… for Kendell, Tucker was becoming insatiable.

“Tomorrow night.”

Tucker’s eyes whipped up to meet Kendell’s. “What?”

Kendell’s mouth curved into the devilish smile Tucker knew so well. “Tomorrow night, after school.” Kendell’s eyes dipped down and slid over Tucker’s bare chest, down his stomach, and down all the way to Tucker’s bare toes, and then back up again to blaze into Tucker’s.

He’s… he’s doing that on purpose.

Tucker felt pleasure coil in his stomach.

Sh*t. What are we doing?

“Tomorrow night,” Kendell said again, his voice suddenly deeper and raspy, and strangely… pleading? But his eyes were so hot on Tucker’s. “Come to my roo—”

A particularly loud scene on the TV smashed through the room and, in one frustrated motion, Kendell swooped the remote up and turned off the TV, before tossing the remote behind him.

But Tucker had taken that opportunity to break free and run with his tail behind him.

And quickly shut and locked the door to his room, breathing in panting gasps as he looked down to see he was becoming hard again.

A loud knock startled him off the door, his hands coming up immediately to push on it, in case Kendell magically had a way to get through the lock.

“Tomorrow, Tucker. Come tomorrow.”

The word no was on the tip of Tucker’s tongue.

But he didn’t say it.

As he heard Kendell walk away from his door, Tucker slumped and put his forehead against it.

What are we doing? He thought once again.

And are we a… “we”?

He … should find out tomorrow.

Tucker turned and nearly flopped down on the bed. Nearly.

He just remembered in time that he hadn’t removed the blanket that they had… come on… the first time tonight.

Wait.

Second time.

The first time, Tucker had come on Kendell’s face.

Tucker put his hands to his face and groaned silently.

Whatever the hell they were, they couldn’t go back. Not after tonight.

He looked through his fingers at his bed, and at the chair by his desk, and felt his chest tighten with these strange emotions he didn’t want to think about.

But what he would admit to himself was…

I don’t want to go back.

In fact…

He wished he had kissed Kendell goodnight.

I’m so damn screwed.

He could practically hear Kendell’s voice in his head in response to that. You will be. Tomorrow night.