Stereo Blast Volume 1 [MxM]

Chapter 4.2

The look Taylor gave him almost had his knees crippling it was too good. He squeezed his thighs together. f**k. All he wanted to do was push Taylor down and kiss him senseless.

“Yeah.” Taylor slipped the shirt the rest of the way on, taking it away from Ryan’s hands. Ryan was grateful. He didn’t know if he could keep himself back from touching Taylor’s skin. It was an urge he hated but wanted so much.

Taylor pursed his lips as he moved his legs from the bed, setting his feet on the ground. The last time he’d tried to get up hadn’t gone over so well. Ryan was there, of course, and he wasn’t going to let Taylor do it all by himself even if that’s what he wanted.

“Give me your hands.” Ryan didn’t let Taylor think about it. He grabbed Taylor’s hands and eased him up from the bed. The first pull was slow, just a test to see if the pain would be too unbearable for him, but when Taylor didn’t say anything, Ryan pulled harder until Taylor was standing.

“I’m gonna…” Ryan lowered to his knees. He looked up at Taylor, unsure if he should go further. Taylor looked down at him, eyes hooded, but he still hadn’t objected. The situation, with Ryan on his knees, so close to Taylor that he could feel the heat coming off him—it made him think of other things. Things like slipping his hands up Taylor’s thighs, through the hair on his skin, until he reached the most sensitive parts of his body.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Wrong. It was so wrong.

He hooked his finger into the band of Taylor’s shorts and pulled them down. His other hand grabbed Taylor’s underwear before it was pulled down all the way, but he could see the soft whiter skin beneath. The urge was back, prominent and greater than before. He bit his tongue, his cheeks flushed, and the flame burning in his loins flourished.

Taylor placed his hand on Ryan’s shoulder.

Their eyes met briefly before Ryan had to look away.

Taylor was grinning, his teeth pearly and white. “Are you gonna spend all day down there?”

The teasing made Ryan want to test the question. He could. He could pull the underwear down and lick the exposed flesh. He swallowed a moan at the thought of exposing Taylor’s d**k and getting a taste of it. He imagined he was sickly sweet, manly, and spicy as he looked. It would be the best moment of his life if he got to slip it into his mouth and taste the man he’d been lusting after for the better part of his teenage years.

He couldn’t though.

Ryan coughed and yanked the shorts down. He tapped his fingers lightly on Taylor’s leg. Taylor lifted it to let Ryan slip the shorts off the leg and then the other, hissing through his teeth when his side was moved. Ryan grabbed Taylor by his hip to steady him. It was thoughtless, one that made the situation worse for him. He could feel Taylor’s hip bone, could map out the dip, and the hard muscles beneath. It would be easy to hold him still as Ryan finished undressing him. He could kiss, bite, and lick wherever he wanted. Taylor could stop him, but would he want to? Could Taylor want him as much Ryan wanted him?

The question was absurd, but it didn’t seem so implausible when he was inches away from Taylor’s d**k.

But Taylor squeezed Ryan’s shoulder.

“Ry, my pants,” he said, eyes hard, but his voice was raspy. “I’ve—I need to leave soon.”

The strange haze surrounding Ryan shattered. He finished helping Taylor put on his pants and stepped away. His hands fluttered to his side, to his face, and then he stuffed them into his pockets. The heat hadn’t gone away, instead, it grew up to his face, and burned his ears. And he could ignore the heat pooling in his nether regions.

Taylor managed to gather himself, but he still needed Ryan’s help getting his shoes on. Ryan sped through it, tying the laces too tight the first time and had to redo them when Taylor complained. His fingers were shaking and he all but shoved Taylor’s feet from his lap.

He didn’t want Taylor to say a thing, just in case, he caught on to Ryan’s predicament.

God, he hoped he didn’t. He would die of complete embarrassment if he did.

“Get some rest Ry. I’ll be back soon,” Taylor said as he pulled his jacket on. He touched Ryan’s shoulder, faintly as if Ryan was the one who’d almost died last night and could shatter into a million pieces. He felt like he could. But it was only because it was Taylor touching him.

“I’ll keep an eye on the fort.” Ryan gave a mock salute. It was weak. He hoped Taylor couldn’t tell.

He flopped back on Taylor’s bed and tucked his hands behind his head. Taylor paused, smiling at the door. The moment hung in the air, suspended on Ryan’s own want and lust while he couldn’t tell what Taylor was thinking. Maybe he knew about Ryan’s feelings and maybe he thought it was just them being themselves. He would never know.

Taylor broke the moment and ducked out without a goodbye.

Ryan lied there, basking in Taylor’s scent, his eyes looking at the door. How many times were they going to leave each other hanging on a thin string? How many times was Taylor going to risk his life and push the line?

It was a never-ending cycle. Taylor was a wild wolf, too invested in the gang to see that truth at the center. He was dying, slowly being pulled apart for the sake of people that didn’t give a s**t about him.

Ryan covered his eyes.

His thoughts were tough, but he was weak.

And once again, he let Taylor go.