Make Me Beg [BL] COMPLETED

Chapter 11

Chet's POV

Kissing Kyler felt a lot like drowning.

It was a slow realization that I processed only after he kissed me. It wasn't until he pulled away that I realized I'd been holding my breath and was clutching his thigh tightly. 

It didn't feel anything like kissing Rylan.

Kissing Rylan was like first learning how to ride a bicycle. You fumbled at first, maybe fell down a few times, but eventually you were pedaling steadily.

Kissing Kyler had my chest tightening and my breath coming out shaky. I wasn't sure why, I didn't feel nervous. I wasn't unsure about how to kiss him so why did it feel like drowning?

I was afraid I might sweat through my shirt when I first kissed Rylan. I'll probably still feel like that the next time I kiss him, but it didn't have my chest tightening like this. But why?

Instead of trying to come up with some type of answer, I leaned forward and connected our lips again. Because I didn't want to know why.

And while kissing Kyler felt like drowning, it was just as addictive as kissing Rylan. There wasn't a need to pull away. If anything, I wanted to get closer to him.

Not one to ignore my urges, I let myself lean forward until I could properly place myself in his lap. If it were Rylan, I would've been too shy to ev- Kyler leaned back against his headboard and slid his hands up my thighs so he could cup my hips.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

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It's not s*x. It's not s*x but it's not, not s*x. It's something close to s*x without being s*x.

"I don't know." I mumbled. "Isn't that, like, bad?"

Harrison continued to listen to me rant on the other side of the phone. He was patient when I backtracked a lot and explained things that didn't need explaining. "Um, maybe not bad, but- maybe, um, messy?"

"Messy?"

"Well you said you liked Rylan a lot and you like Kyler too. Which is fine~ You can like more than one person but, um, you're doing stuff with Kyler too?"

"Not sex." I mumbled, because it's not. It's not s*x but it's not, not s*x. It's something close to s*x without being s*x.

"And Rylan doesn't know?"

My nose scrunched at his tone. I know, I know, I know, I know- "No." I reluctantly answered. "That's bad, right?"

"Messy." He corrected. "You're not dating so you don't really have to tell him stuff like that but since you've been going out more, then maybe you should."

"Yeah." I agreed softly, already dreading the conversation but knowing it had to be done. Take me back to a couple weeks ago and I probably would've kept it to myself but Rylan and I have been seeing each other more more, now with the addition of Kyler. "I wouldn't even know where to start though."

"Well- maybe if you don't plan to date Kyler then just tell Rylan you guys f****d around for a bit, and then you should probably stop."

Stop? I didn't want to stop.

But I wanted to date Rylan, a lot.

Did I want to date Kyler- No, it's more if I'm allowed to feel that way while wanting it with Rylan too.

My cheeks puffed out as I petted Sammy. "You got two boyfriends so easy."

"It took me four years."

"...Will I have to wait that long?"

"Uh- do you want two boyfriends?"

My cheeks puffed out further, not sure I could admit it aloud yet. "..Liking guys is hard, liking girls was easier."

"You've never dated anyone before." He pointed out, very unhelpfully.

"Okay but I've never liked two girls at once, so it was easier."

Faintly in the background I could hear, "Is that Chet?" It sounded like Morgan, one of his boyfriends because he's lucky and two people like him so easily.

"Hang up." My face fell when I heard his other boyfriend, Caesar.

"You're so mean to him." Morgan laughed and must've shooed him away. A few seconds later, his voice grew closer. "You sound upset, what's wrong?"

"I am," I started sulkily, "God only likes Harrison. He has two boyfriends and I don't even have one."

"He's greedy, isn't he?"

"Yeah." I agreed quietly while Harrison made a noise of protest.

"You can be greedy too, y'know? Nothing's wrong with that."

I made a soft noise, still feeling unsure about what I wanted to do. I like them both, I do but I wanna date Rylan. Rylan likes me and Kyler knows I like him. Kyler and Rylan don't see each other that often and I don't think Kyler likes me. "It's not that easy."

"Why not? Harrison keeps me updated with all your gossip~ It sounds like they like you."

"'Cause- what if I tell them both that I like them and they get upset? Most people aren't open to polyamorous relationships."

"That's true." Morgan agreed. "I never thought I'd like one when Caesar and I were dating by ourselves but we both liked Harrison a lot. And it's easier since none of you are dating yet, it won't feel like one of you has a leg up on each other."

Before I could respond, I heard some shifting and the phone was grabbed by Caesar. "Doesn't your roommate know that you and your other boy are basically dating? You guys go on dates, have s*x, all the s**t you do in a relationship but he still continues to f**k around with you."

My hand stilled on Sammy's back. "We don't have sex."

"No?" He turned towards Harrison. "I thought they had s*x?"

"Almost sex."

"Ah," Caesar hummed in understanding, "close enough. I'm just saying- he doesn't seem to have a problem with you guys being together while you're also with him."

"But that could also be because he doesn't like me like that and he's only helping me." I sulked.

"Yeah, maybe."

"Caesar." Morgan pushed him to the side.

"What?"

Morgan grabbed the phone back. "I say go for it~ The worst that can happen is that one of them says no and the other says yes. You'll end up with one boyfriend at least."

"Nobody has s*x with their roommate for no reason. It causes too many problems unless you're dating. He must like you back." Harrison mumbled.

"Caesar and I f****d for a few months before dating and we were roommates. Maybe you guys will do the same." Morgan added on.

My ears perked up. "Really?"

"Mhm, so just go for it."

Before I could ask them for more advice, Caesar took the phone. "Bye, good luck." I didn't even have the chance to say it back before he hung up.

Asshole.

Still feeling conflicted, I patted Sammy's head and watched him exhale heavily. "What should I do, Sammy?" Of course, he didn't respond. "It would be a lot easier if you didn't like one of them but you're just too nice."

His eyes closed when I ruffled the hair on his head. "...Kyler." Almost immediately, his ears perked up and his eyes shot open. "..Rylan." He sat up this time and looked ready to shoot himself off the bed.

"Okay, okay." I soothed with a laugh, right before he could actually do it. "You like them both, I get it."

No longer in the mood to sleep, Sammy stared back at me expectantly. "Alright~ Let's go see Kyler."

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We're doing to again- I feel like I can't breathe.

It's not s*x. It's not s*x but it's not, not s*x. It's something close to s*x without being s*x.

I knew it wasn't s*x- I made sure it wasn't s*x, but I still felt guilty when Kyler slid his hand up my side. His hand felt like it was burning my skin as he pushed my shirt up.

I'm just practicing, it's just practice.

It's fine.

Just for now, I pushed the guilt of doing this behind Rylan's back away and tilted my head up to deepen our kiss. His long hair was tickling me, brushing against any part of me the strands could reach. He smells nice.

Unconsciously, my thighs opened even more so he could get closer. Even as the one to initiate it, a soft moan fell past my lips when his hips were flush against mine.

We've been 'practicing' more and more until it escalated too much and we had to stop. And because we've been practicing more, I was less hesitant to reach out and cup his sides.

My movements still showed some hesitancy but at least I can touch him without blushing three different shades of red. He likes to tease that I still do.

But he seemed to like it, so I didn't mind.

"Your hair keeps getting in my face." I mumbled against his lips.

Kyler only brushed his hair over one shoulder before pressing our lips together again. He smells really nice. Like Rylan taught me, my mouth parted after a few seconds. I wonder what he thinks about me.

When my hands slid under his shirt, I was reminded of how soft his skin was. His waist was defined and slim from all the workouts he did, I couldn't help but lightly squeeze.

I hope he likes me.

When my shirt was pushed over my head and set to the side, I silently wondered what he was thinking.

I want him to like me.

"Ah-" He suddenly leaned up when his hair fell into my face for the fourth time.

Because I really like him.

"Better?" He asked after grabbing the hair tie from his wrist. His hair was now pulled back into a high ponytail. I like when his hair is down more, but it tickled my ears a lot so I nodded with a soft hum. He's handsome no matter what he does.

Since he was already sitting up, I reached out and slid my hand under his shirt. His stomach tensed before relaxing under my touch. "Take it off~" I demanded. "It's weird if I'm the only one."

"Weird?" His eyes ran over my chest. "I don't know, I like it."

Suddenly flustered, I poked his stomach harshly. "Take it off."

He only chuckled lowly and had his shirt join mine on the floor. "Better~?" He teased as he leaned back down.

"It's fine." I mumbled, growing even more flustered from how close he suddenly was. He made sure not to let all of his weight lean on me by planting a hand next to my head.

He's usually the one on top. I silently wondered if I should offer to switch positions. Am I being a pillow prince?

But I like him on top more.

"What are you thinking about?" He coaxed my attention back quietly.

He was only a few inches away but it wasn't close enough, I wanted more of him, anything he was willing to give. "Thinking about how heavy you are."

It turns out, he's willing to give a lot.

"I might just crush you if I feel like it." I wouldn't put it past him to just randomly drop his weight on me for fun.

A few minutes later, when we were steadily making out again, we would find out that his ponytail was not 'better'. "Sorry." He laughed, something low and soft since we were so close.

My ears twitched repeatedly when his hair kept tickling them. Before he could lean up and tie it some other way, I grabbed his shoulders. "..I can do it."

Kyler looked a little surprised from how suddenly I grabbed him but he soon relaxed and leaned further down. He's so close. "Okay."

His skin is warm. After undoing the hair tie, his hair immediately spilled over his shoulders and into my face. It had my eyes squeezing shut for a split second while I brushed it back. "You need to invest in some more hair clips."

"I should." He agreed, "Especially if we're gonna do this more."

My hands stilled while gathering his hair, only for a split second, before continuing. "..Yeah."

His hair smelled familiar, it smelled almost exactly like mine. When I learned what products he used, I stopped using my regular ones and got those instead.

A lot of them weren't meant for my type of hair since his was textured but I didn't care. Cause now we match.

Our scents were mingled together now, even if it was only a little. He wouldn't know since he's not a hybrid, but I know. Other hybrids know, so it's almost like- "Done."

Pulled back into a low bun, his hair had no chance of getting into my face again. "Thanks."

"Yeah."

Neither one of us moved for a few seconds. My hands were still resting around his neck and I didn't want to move them back, it feels nice touching him.

I want him to feel the same.

I want him to like touching me.

When my eyes trailed up to his, he was already staring down at me. His gaze was intense, as if he was trying to take me apart with just his eyes.

Please like me.

My arms seemed to move on their own, wrapping around his neck so I could bring him even closer. His lips were on mine again and the feeling was growing more and more familiar.

Please.

He was warm. His touch was warm, his mouth felt warm, he made me feel warm.

What would it feel like to go further? Past these make out sessions that felt like lasted hours. We touched, we touched a lot but what would it feel like to be physically connected?

I could only silently ponder because as much as I pushed the guilt aside, it was still always there. Touching is enough, as long as he's only looking at me.

I moaned quietly against his lips when he snuck his hand between us and slid it over my lap. When he cupped the evident bulge over my sweats, my stomach tensed in anticipation.

Will this make him like me?

I pressed into his palm, lifting my hips up while my lips parted for him.

I hope so.

Kyler didn't tease me much, unlike normally. His hand was soon slipping past my waistband and into my boxers. The first touch was always the most intense, so when he cupped my bare d**k, I gasped into his mouth.

I couldn't help but press my hips further into him, wanting to chase the feeling of his touch.

He happily gave me more, stroking my d**k slowly until he built a steady rhythm that was driving me crazy.

My breathing was becoming unsteady, becoming dizzy from the delicious feeling of him touching me and trying to catch my breath from making out with him.

Eventually, he pushed my sweats down enough so that my d**k was exposed. It felt cold for just a moment, especially when the air hit the precum pearling at my tip. He feels warm.

My head tipped back against the pillows as I let out a breathless moan. Breathe.

He was staring again, but it didn't make me feel uncomfortable, it never did. I liked his gaze on me, I was always thinking of ways to keep it solely on me.

But I wouldn't mind if it was Rylan.

"You still get worked up pretty fast." He observed casually.

My eyes flicked up to his, only for a moment, before falling back down. "Shut up.."

"Don't worry~ I'm sure Rylan will think it's cute."

My hand tensed around his sheets. "..What about you?"

"Hm? What about me?"

My lip caught between my teeth, feeling terribly naked with him looking at me so intensely. He knows, he knows, he knows I like him. "Do you think it's cute?"

"Cute?" He drawled, as if the word were foreign. "Yeah, I think it's cute." I could only moan in response when he finger dug into my slit. "But I think anything you do is cute, so I'm probably biased."

Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush. He's only teasing you- I almost flinched away when he gripped my chin and went on to squeeze my cheeks. "This is cute too."

I tilted my head away and out his grasp, only so he couldn't feel how hot my cheeks were getting. He knows I like him so why?

His lips twitched up, not minding the rejection.

I hate when he looks at me like that. When he looks like so fond or as if he knows something I don't.

It's mean.

The more he stared at me, the more exposed I felt. It was hard to stay quietly when he was stroking my d**k like this. My lip was caught firmly between my teeth, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

Still, I couldn't help moaning each time he rubbed his finger over my tip. "You're really sensitive here." He tapped his finger over my slit and enjoyed the way I whimpered.

My ears flattened when he started focusing solely on my tip. "So are you." I mumbled, because he is.

"Ah, you noticed~?" He teased. "I wasn't sure if you were able to tell those things or not." 

I let out a shaky breath as my stomach kept tensing. I wanna c*m. "I'm not that inexperienced."

"No? Did Rylan teach you that?"

Did he? Maybe- I don't know.

Probably.

All I can remember is Rylan guiding my hand over his d**k and softly whispering in my ear, "Right here."

But most guys are sensitive around their tips, it's common knowledge. Still- "Yeah."

"Yeah? Was that before or after he gave you a b*****b?"

"After." I breathed out shakily. I wanna c*m. "He told me how to touch him after I came in his mouth."

"That's sweet of him to let you c*m in his mouth."

"Is it?" My hand found its way around his wrist, wanting to hold onto him in any way I could. This didn't stop him from steadily stroking my d**k.

"Mhm, he must really like you."

How can he be so calm when I'm falling apart under him? "Ahh." My head fell back against the pillows as my chest started rising and falling faster. I wanna c*m.

My hand tightened around his wrist unconsciously, feeling myself so close to the edge. I didn't wanna c*m yet, I wanted to hear him talk more. I wanted his attention on me, I wanted him to like me.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him. "..Do you?"

"Do I like you?"

"Yeah."

A few strands of hair was starting to fall out of his bun. "Does it matter?"

Yes, yes, yes. It matter so much. "Yeah." I moaned. I'm so close, if he just says it- "M'gonna cum."

"Go ahead."

I wanted nothing more than to hear his answer but I also couldn't stop the way my body tensed as my o****m washed over me. It felt more intense than any o****m that he gave me but falling just short of when Rylan gave me a b*****b.

He didn't stop stroking my d**k until I whined softy for him to, when I became too sensitive to continue.

I feel so drained.

I felt limp as I laid in his bed breathlessly.

Kyler was staring at his hand covered in my c*m. He only examined it for a few seconds before tilting his head over to me. "You c*m a lot."

"Sorry." I apologized.

"It's fine." He stood up from the bed and swiped his shirt off the floor. I watched him wipe my c*m onto it and it reminded me of the first time we did this. After I came, he didn't hesitate to use my shirt to clean it up but this time- "I'm only not using your shirt because I like you."

My mind went blank.

It took a few seconds for it to finally register but when it did, I quickly sat up. My mouth opened to say something, anything, even though I wasn't quite sure what to say. Probably, 'I like you too'.

But he stopped me before I could. He pressed his finger into my forehead and pushed me back down. "I'm gonna go j******f in the shower, leave me alone."

I silently watched him pick up my shirt before he handed it to me. "Okay.."

He glanced at me once more after I fixed my pants. "You can stay. I'll probably be, like, fifteen minutes?" He guessed.

"That long?" I asked in surprise.

"I'm not just jerking off." He laughed. "I'm actually gonna shower."

"Oh."

On his way out, he threw a wave over his shoulder and only a few seconds later, I heard him calling Sammy. The large dog came running in after Kyler opened the door for him, probably thinking it was time for cuddles after he was rudely locked out.

We were both disappointed when Kyler left again.

While I comforted Sammy and tried telling him that Kyler would be right back, my thoughts were jumbled.

He said he likes me.

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hey besties. progress was made finally 

some ppl keep asking so i might've forgotten to put it but Kyler and Chet are both 6'5.

okay bye ily,

maddie