Page 49 of Back Outside Edge

I feel, rather than see, his answering smile as he presses his mouth to me. He licks again, working his way up my shaft with his mouth, his spine straightening, until his mouth is around my head. His tongue flicks, and I'm going to pass out; it feels so good.

He's impossibly beautiful when he takes me a little deeper, eyes rising to meet mine again, mouth full of my dick. It is the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and it's my turn to whimper. Maybe groan. Possibly some ridiculous noise somewhere between the two. My blood is pounding too hard in my ears for me to tell.

My fingers, almost of their own volition, slide through his hair, tangling in the soft strands. Moments later, far too soon, I use them to pull his head back, away. "Stefan, you have to stop." I don't recognize my voice, the breathiness of it. "I'm going to come."

He resists my hands for a few seconds, then lets me slide him away with a last, lingering lick down my length. When I pull him up, one hand on his arm, the other on his hair, I watch to see how he reacts to me using hair as a lever. If it’s too controlling or hurts too much. If the lust-drunk expression that's back on his face is any indication, he likes it.

I need to do more research, figure out how sub-space works. I'm not sure that's what I'm seeing, but I'm not sure it's not, either.

Stefan stumbles, falling into me, and I let go of his hair, catching him, pulling him in tighter so I can kiss him again. When he's, somehow, more passionate than he was before he blew me, I relax a little. He wanted it. He even enjoyed it, if the erection pressing hard against my hip is anything to go by.

We're standing in the hallway, only a few steps away from our rooms, but I can't wait any longer. Not after what he did to me. I reach down, wrapping my hand around his dick, repositioning myself so I can catch mine as well, lining them up.

I need lube; his spit on me isn't enough, but I can keep it up for a minute at least. Long enough for his eyes roll back in his head with the feeling of me jerking us together.

It turns out a minute is all I need.

I'm already too close. A few hard tugs and I'm coming all over my fist, groaning into Stefan's mouth.

My brain goes hazy, body tightening, then loosening as I shudder against his. Stefan starts to draw back, but I don’t let go. Instead, I turn us both, until I have the wall at my back, holding me up so I can focus on him.

We have enough lubrication, now, and I use it. He groans as well when he realizes what I’m doing, and his body tightens against me, as I continue to pull on our dicks.

I might be over sensitive in the moment, but I don’t care. I want to feel him come against me more than I want to give myself relief.

He's trembling, and I turn my head away from his mouth to nip at his jaw, the curve of his neck. I sink my teeth into the skin of his shoulder, not hard enough to bruise, but almost.

As if it's the key to his own release, Stefan shouts, shoves himself hard into my fist, and his come joins mine in a sticky mess. It's everything I could have hoped for.

I let us collapse, a slow slide down the wall until we're seated on the cool hallway floor. Stefan lets his head lull, pressed into my neck, and I wrap my clean hand around his, holding him to me. "Holy fucking shit," he murmurs. "I'm dead. You killed me."

I want to laugh, but it would take too much energy, and I'm as dead as he is. Instead, I rub my cheek against his soft, disheveled hair. "Same. Guess you're not scared of dick."

A strangled attempt at a laugh from him, and he burrows in further. "Apparently not. I didn't think I was, but... Holy shit, Evan. I had no idea."

"No idea of what?" I could guess, but I'd rather hear him say it.

"All of it." He raises his head, and I let him, until he's looking into my eyes. "That what you did was even a thing. How it would feel. How much I wanted it even though I didn't know about it. How spectacularly good you are. I should've known that, though. You're amazing at everything."

At that, I manage the laugh I couldn't earlier. Maybe I'm waking up. I let my hand slide down his back, feeling his vertebrae, ribs, and the lean slabs of muscles holding him together. He's every bit as perfectly formed as I remember, even after the off season. But we've already established he's not good at taking breaks.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Seriously?" Stefan slaps me lightly on the chest, then burrows back into me. "That's the best thing that's ever happened to me, asshole."

Something that was still wound up tight inside me, still somehow worried I'd fuck everything up, loosens. If he's ok, I'm ok.

Except that he follows the statement with the question we've both been avoiding.

"What does this mean?"

Chapter 21

Stefan

Fuck. I didn't mean to ask that. I don't want to break this perfect moment. Don't want to let him start thinking. Don't want to let myself start thinking. It just came out, and I hate my brain for it.

But now that it's out, I can't take it back. Because everything in me needs to know.