From Two Down, Two to Go: Chapter 8
(Kyle and Tess prior to the Pool party)
Kyle, clad only in his boxers, was standing in front of his mirror, brushing his fingers lightly across a painful looking bruise on his chest near his left nipple. A scowl marred his forehead as he contemplated its existence and how it severely complicated his life. It wasn't alone. There was another one he could see near his collarbone and two others on his trim belly. They were a sad collection, the shameful remains of the debauchery he'd willingly participated in two days ago at Michael's apartment.
What on earth had gotten in to him? he asked himself for the hundredth time since then. At the time, he hadn't given it much thought, hadn't stopped to weigh the wrongness of his actions. But now, well, an initiation was one thing, an afternoon of group sex with three other guys was something else all together. At the time, it had seemed so natural: Go to Michael's. Experience amazing amounts of pleasure. Get back to school before the principal called his dad. Normal teenaged guy stuff, right?
Only, he'd gotten more than he'd bargained for and his body still bore the marks to prove it.
Flexing his arms, he watched in fascination as his muscles rippled beneath the bruises. He remembered vividly how each one had come to be on his skin. He mentally numbered them one thru seven in the order in which he'd gotten them. There used to be more. The first time he'd counted, there'd been eighteen all together, covering the front of his body between his neck and his knees, but the lightest ones had faded immediately. He wondered if he played connect-the-dots with them, would they make an alien symbol? Or maybe a tic-tac-toe board?
He grinned at the thought…
Until he realized that it wasn't funny, then he went back to frowning.
There was no denying it: he was gay or bi or whatever the hell you called it when you crave the touch of another guy. Or two. No, make that three. If it had been just Max and Michael, Kyle could blame it on some alien side-effect from the night they'd brought him into the clan, but Alex had been there sharing in the pleasure, too, and Kyle had been ok with that. Actually, he'd been more than ok.
When given an opportunity to taste the other human intimately, Kyle hadn't backed down, hadn't given a thought to turning away. He'd just leaned over and taken Alex's cock in his mouth, loving it the same way he'd been loving Max's just moments before, and he discovered it tasted just as nice. And, it had felt just as right.
Oddly enough, Alex had let him, which Kyle figured meant he was in the same boat as him in this. The U.S.S. Confusion was anchors a weigh, and full steam ahead. Skipper Valenti just wished he had a compass and a map of these uncharted waters. He'd tried to navigate by the stars, but as it turned out, every star cluster over this particular sea was in a mysterious V-shape, dammit. He wondered if First Mate Whitman was faring any better.
'Maybe we should talk,' he thought, 'sometime when no one else was around. You know, just lay the cards on the table.' After a moment, he decided against that possibility because he couldn't decide what he'd even say to his friend. "I'm sorry I started sucking your dick," just didn't sound right. Besides, he wasn't sorry, not really. "I'm sorry I stopped sucking your dick," would be closer to the truth, but he didn't figure that would go over real well.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized, if he was gonna be laying anything on the table, it would probably be Alex, himself.
Yep. He was definitely crossing over. These were not the kinds of thoughts a straight guy had. His scowl deepened.
So caught up in his mental ramblings of tables, boats and stars was he, that the opening of the door behind him didn't register immediately. As a result, Tess's concerned voice caused him to jump reflexively.
"Kyle! What happened to you?"
Without thinking, he grabbed his discarded shirt and held it in front of himself protectively, belatedly trying to hide the marks from her inquisitive eyes. "What? Nothing."
As she stepped closer, he self-consciously began tugging the shirt on while still trying to use it as a shield. Defensively, he asked, "What are you doing here?"
Now, she was the one frowning as she answered, "Uh, I live here? What's wrong with you?"
Nervously, he turned away, answering, "Nothing, I um, I just thought you were talking to Isabel, you know, about tonight."
"I was. We're done. I left." Each short sentence was full of confused hurt as he continued to hide from her eyes. Reaching out to gently touch his back, she asked, "Kyle?"
He moved away from her and, sitting down on his/her bed, hung his head in his hands. This was what he'd mostly been afraid of: Tess finding out that he was apparently switching sides on her. Oh god, he hadn't even given her a second thought before running off with the guys the other day. Somehow, the fact that he was cheating on her - with a pile of guys no less - just hadn't registered in his brain at the time.
Everything about it had been so wrong, but it all had felt so right. What was he going to do? He could barely bring himself to look her in the eye.
Tess was starting to get upset and a little worried. Kyle hadn't shut her out like this for a long time. Not since shortly after she'd moved in. She didn't know what to do. And what were those marks on his chest? If she didn't know better, she'd think they were hickies. Of course, that was impossible. Wasn't it?
A whole world of insecurities opened up for her in the deepening silence.
Had she done something? Said something? Were things getting too weird for him, now that he'd been initiated? Did he regret it? Did he regret being with *her*? Each question stabbed her with a fresh pain in her heart.
From where he was hiding behind his hands, Kyle knew he had no choice but to be honest with her. Besides, she was gonna find out from one of the guys anyway, but, before he could open his mouth to confess all, Tess spoke.
Unable to stand the doubts beating around in her head any longer, she asked in a small voice, "Do you…? Did you… want me… to… leave?" She could barely force the words out.
He stood and walked to face out the window. "No, no. This is your room now Tess."
"No, not the room. I meant did you want me to leave? I'd understand if you did. I mean, I know this has all been strange. It's too much to ask of you, I know. I was just… I was… I guess I was kinda hoping you'd want to be with me so much you would just, I don't know, accept the rest. I'm sorry you had to go through all of this."
That brought Kyle's head around immediately, his own guilt was forgotten. "What are you talking about?" He stormed over and grabbed her shoulders. "Of course I don't want you to leave! I can accept it! I can," he vowed. "Why would you even think that?"
"I…" she started.
Kyle cut off whatever her explanation would have been with a passionate kiss. "Make love to me, Tess," he demanded. He was determined to put a stop to this insanity. He was not going to lose her. Not now. He needed her. He craved her warmth and softness more than anything. He just needed to find a way to show her.
She wasted no time in pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. His mind flashed to the other day when Michael'd done the same thing, but he quickly blocked it out and focused on the beautiful girl above him. Their lips locked, Kyle rolled them over and settled between her thighs. Perfect. She fit him so perfectly, he thought. He loved everything about her: her size, her smell, her smile. She was everything he was looking for and more; and by some miracle, she loved him in return. How did he get to be so lucky?
While her hands roamed his back, his both unerringly found her breasts. Her nipples had already tightened in anticipation and he easily squeezed the tips between his forefinger and thumb causing her to gasp and arch her back. "Kyle!" she huskily exclaimed.
He loved the sound of her voice when she said his name like that. It made him want to make her say it again. So he did.
Tess clamped her legs tight around his hips, trying to force him into a tighter contact with her, but he continued to partially kneel above her, teasing her with his proximity. Deciding to give up for now, she instead focused on getting his shirt off.
She grabbed the bottom and lifted it upward. Kyle sat up and took it the rest of the way off. He turned back toward her and froze.
Tess found herself staring at his chest. Or to be more specific, at the hickeys on his chest. She reached out and touched one. Tears began to swim in her eyes as realization struck. Kyle had several hickeys on him. Hickeys that SHE HADN'T GIVEN HIM. Wishing it were a bad dream, she raised her stricken eyes to him.
Kyle's breath caught at the look on her face. "Tess," he started, unsure of what to say. "It's not what you think. I mean, it is what you think, just not." God, he was really screwing up here.
"Who?" Tess asked, her tears spilling out of the corners of her eyes. "Who did this to you?" Kyle's mouth worked, but he seemed unable to say anything. All of a sudden, pain struck her, and right on its heels was anger. She sat up and pushed him off her. "WHAT is the NAME of the BITCH who did this to you?" she asked.
"It wasn't…" Kyle started.
"Her name?!"
"It wasn't some girl, all right? It was Michael, all right?" he shouted, his voice echoing against the darkly paneled walls as they stared at each other. Kyle again turned away from her and sat with his head in his hands, whispering, "It was Michael!"
Of anything else he could have said, that stunned her. But what surprised Tess more was her reaction to it.
"It was Michael," she asked quietly, wiping away her tears.
Kyle just nodded. "I didn't know how to tell you," he admitted.
"What happened?"
"Something happened with Max at school the other day, and the four of us: me, Max, Michael and Alex decided to go to Michael's for lunch to… well, to have sex." He figured he might as well tell her everything now. There was no point in holding back. "And we did. It started out as a 'get back at Max' thing, but then Michael jumped in and this happened."
"Turn around here," she admonished. She lightly touched an angry looking bruise on his arm. "So, these are from Michael?"
Again, he nodded trying to read her reaction. She didn't seem upset at all. Any other girl would have gone screaming from the room, he was certain. Not that he wanted to test that theory. He offered an explanation, "Remember last Sunday morning when Michael made that crack about you and me being all over each other in the CrashDown and I told him to bite me? Well, he apparently took exception to that remark."
She was silent for a second, then nodded as if coming to a decision. "Come here," she said softly. Reaching over, she healed each mark she saw, one by one.
"You're not mad," Kyle asked in confusion, still trying to read the expression on her face. His skin was starting to tingle from her healing touch.
She shook her head as she continued healing the love bites Michael had left on the body of her chosen one. "No," she said reassuringly. 'Not at you,' she added in her head. Michael was going to hear from her about this. Kyle was hers, and Michael had better learn to treat him accordingly. Seeing that Kyle was still confused, though relieved, she explained, "It must be a hybrid thing. Since Max and Michael initiated you, it's like the three of us are sharing you. Just like you're sharing them with Alex."
She misinterpreted his frown at the mention of Alex's name. "You said he was there, too, but you weren't jealous or anything when they were with him, right?" she asked.
"Right."
"So, that's it. It's a hybrid thing."
"So, I can be with Max and Michael and still have you, too," Kyle asked, needing clarification. Smiling, she nodded. This situation hadn't come up before, but she was certain that what she was feeling was right. Maybe she'd run the whole thing by Isabel to get her opinion, but regardless, Tess knew she wasn't upset with Kyle over his adventure.
Kyle's smile faded and his frown returned. "But what about Alex?" he asked quietly.
Tess giggled, "I'm sure Isabel is going to say the same thing to him. Don't worry, he won't be in trouble over this."
"That's not what I meant. The other day, I…" 'How to say this?' he asked himself. There seemed to be no easy way, so he just forged ahead. "I… I wanted Alex, too. I mean," he rushed to explain the unexplainable, "…he was there, and we were… and Max was… and I just wanted him, too." He should give up trying to explain stuff, he decided. He obviously sucked at it.
"You did?" At his nod, Tess ingested this piece of news, turning it around in her head and heart and finally concluded, "That's ok too. Maybe because he's apart of the family or something, but I'm not having a problem with that."
He stared at her. She wasn't having a problem with the fact that he was lusting over another guy?! "What if I am?" Kyle asked, clueing her into the thoughts he'd been having when she first walked in he room.
"Oh, Kyle," Tess whispered, hugging him. "Please don't feel that way," she begged.
He couldn't seem to stop, and told her so. She held him closer, rubbing his back as he gave voice to his long list of fears and grievances over what he'd been feeling since the initiation. Tess just listened, knowing there wasn't anything she could say or do to make it better.
Finally, she hushed him by kissing him slowly on the mouth, drawing out the simple contact without deepening it. When she was certain she had his full attention, she began, "Kyle, I don't know if this helps, but it's not about you or your sexuality. It's about the whole group. You only want Max and Michael because they bonded with you during the initiation. They only initiated you because I asked them to. The desire they have for you and the desire you have for them is in a way an extension of what we have together, you and me. If you guys didn't want each other, the initiation couldn't have happened, and I wouldn't be with you now. I'm sure it's the same for Isabel, Alex and the guys. We're like overlapping circles, sharing Max and Michael in the middle. You're not gay," she stated, guessing his darkest fears. "Your feelings for the guys are kind of an extension of your feelings for me and vice versa.
"I know that doesn't really help, but I promise you, Max and Michael would never intentionally do anything to call attention to your relationship in public, so you can just forget all about them smacking you on the ass during gym." She smiled slightly when his lip quirked up. He had said that, hadn't he? "If you'll let me, I'll show you you're still one hundred percent macho American male." She gave him her most sensual smile, staring meaningfully into his eyes until he nodded his permission.
She stood next to the bed and took her shirt off and pulled her shorts down her trim, tanned legs.
Kyle's body reacted instantly to the sexy eye candy it was presented with. He reached his hands out and caught her hips between them. Easily, he tugged her nearer until she was kneeling on the bed, her legs straddling his hips suggestively.
He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth regardless of the thin fabric covering it. He bit down on it gently before releasing it. "No, let me," he said, intending to take charge. Whether it was the words she'd said, or the fact she was practically in his lap, nearly naked, he didn't know, but suddenly, he was feeling much better about himself.
And he wanted to make love to his girlfriend.
Tess saw the gleam in his eyes when they raised themselves to hers, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She had been so worried he'd wanted out, but now, as it turned out, he wanted IN, and she was all for that. She leaned forward to give him a sizzling kiss that turned his brain to mush. She rocked her hips against his while rubbing the pointed tips of her breasts against his chest in a full body kiss that set him on fire.
With a growl, Kyle rolled them over so that he was once again pressing himself against her womanhood. Liking the sensation, Tess returned the favor with interest. She wished they were both completely undressed so that she could feel his skin against hers. With a slight wave of her hand, her wish was granted.
Kyle chuckled as his now unfettered cock slid across her slick folds. "Witch," he accused gently. "Keep that up and I won't have any underwear left."
"Then you'll just have to run around without, won't you?"
Kyle bit back a startled laugh. "What, is that some girl thing?" he asked. At her puzzled expression, he promised, "I'll tell you about it later." Right at that moment, he had other things on his mind. Her bra had disappeared along with their underwear, and he cupped the softness of her breasts in his hands, holding them still as he suckled each one in turn.
Tess shifted restlessly beneath him. What he was doing to her felt incredibly good, but she needed more. Moving her hips, she rubbed her wetness against him, dampening his cock in the process. Her clit, flushed with desire, was standing out of its protective folds and she eagerly pressed it against his coarse hair, stimulating the millions of tiny nerve ending there.
Kyle groaned as she continued to grind herself against him. He knew she could keep that up, stroking herself with little to no help from him until she climaxed, and sometimes he was happy to let her, but not today. Today, he needed to be inside her. To feel her warmth all around him each time she came. He pulled his hips slightly away and when they returned, the length of his cock slid easily down her slick skin, straight inside her clinging heat.
The air gushed out of her lungs as her body stretched to accommodate him. That was what she'd needed. His hot erection was touching her everywhere inside. She could actually feel him pulsing with the heavy flow of his blood. She squeezed him tightly with her feminine muscles adoring the look of bliss that crossed his face as he did so. Her eyes slid closed as she did it again, savoring the sensation of locking herself around his hardness.
He was pressing her into the mattress, leaving her only a tiny amount of space to maneuver, but she took advantage of it. As Kyle hungrily kissed her lips, stroking his tongue against her own, she flexed her hips slightly upward, then clamped down around him hard, as she pulled downward. The actual distance involved was less than an inch, but the effect was stunning. She could feel him everywhere. Inside. Outside. A wave of pleasure broke across her senses and she moaned softly.
Kyle loved it when she did that.
He knew once she got started, she could bring herself to orgasm after orgasm and he was just along for the ride. All he had to do was outlast her, which was sometimes easier said than done. Every once in a while he would help with a small thrust, but mostly he was too busy distracting himself by kissing her senseless, and petting every part of her he could reach to be of much help.
Soon, Tess's small little thrusts were coming faster. Her hips were adding a circling motion, making sure every single molecule in her dripping sheath was getting contact with his hardness. Her breaths were coming shorter and shorter while her hands ran restlessly up his back and down his arms and back again. Her orgasm was fast approaching and she was rushing to meet it.
Kyle was gritting his teeth as his eyes rolled back into his head. He was not going to cum. He was NOT. Not if he could help it. Holding himself still and hard as a statue, he fought for control of his body. He fought and he won.
With a small cry that was his name, Tess went over the edge, stroking him for all she was worth, her entire body trembling in reaction. After several long pleasure drenched seconds, the crisis passed, and she sighed deeply, relaxing beneath him. Kyle kissed her parted lips and stroked her hair. He murmured softly in her ear, telling her how sexy it was to him when she did that.
"Oh, yeah?" she asked huskily when she could speak again.
"Yeah." He lingered over her, sprinkling kisses on her neck and chest between panted breaths.
"Good," she said as she put her arms around him, "because I'm not done yet." With that, she started rocking against him softly, starting the ride all over again.
"I didn't think you were," he smiled softly, happy that he could accommodate her. He always got such a rush from watching and feeling her cum around him. The sounds she made, the expressions that chased themselves across her face, the silky way her muscles milked him all drove him closer to his own peak. All of them were uniquely Tess, and he loved them.
She pulled his head closer so she could nuzzle against his neck and kiss his collarbone. She used her hands to stroke his back, down to his butt, where she let her fingernails graze against his skin.
With a gasp, Kyle shivered against the goose bumps that were racing across his skin. He reflexively thrust himself deep inside her causing her to exhale noisily.
Tess's unfocused eyes opened and she smiled up at her lover. Licking her lips, she scraped her nails against him again.
"Keep that up," he warned when he could speak, "and this'll be over sooner rather than later." He was beginning to pump his hips steadily in time to the rhythm she was setting.
Her only response was a grin that stated she was ok with that and she increased her pace. He was shoved a little closer to the line between his control and impending ecstasy.
"Oh, God."
Kyle, braced on his elbows, cupped her head in his warm hands as he leaned down to kiss her, his mouth devouring hers. Every particle of his being was concentrating on the nerve endings in his penis as it stroked in and out of her tight body. He knew it would be over soon, there was no way he would last through another one of her orgasms, and by the subtle way she was tightening around him, he knew it wasn't very far off. Without breaking tempo, he reached under the edge of the mattress where he kept his stash of condoms and pulled one out.
After opening it, he held it clutched in his hand as he rolled them over once again. He slipped out of her in the maneuver, and she whimpered at the loss. "I know baby," he whispered. "It's time, though." As soon as he rolled the condom over his straining flesh, she lowered herself back down, encasing him in her heat once again.
He regretted the muting of the sensations, but that was the way it had to be. Tess couldn't very well go to the doctor and get a prescription for birth control pills so this was the alternative. They'd pushed it as it was, but they both craved full skin to skin contact, and always put off using the latex protection until the last possible minute.
The intermission, short though it was, caused them both to lose ground in their quest for the pleasure to be found in each other's arms. Resting his hands on her hips again, Kyle prompted her to begin the rhythm that would send them both into oblivion.
She began an up and down motion as if she were cantering along on a favorite pony. Kyle met her thrust for thrust, watching her face as he slid his hands up to the fullness of her breasts. Desire was drawing her tighter into a spiral of lust and she increased her pace, dropping herself down onto him with as much force as she could. It wasn't enough. She needed to feel him against her clit, and the way she was sitting was making it difficult. It was time to try something else.
Kyle felt the world drop out from under him when she leaned forward to put her hands on his shoulders. Her thrusting became more of a back and forth movement so that she could drag her sensitive little bundle of nerves against the coarse hair that grew up from the base of his cock. He groaned as pleasure streaked through him like lightening. She was squeezing him so tightly now, he was beginning to doubt he'd be able to hold off his climax until she'd had hers.
No way was he gonna let that happen. He stroked her heated body with his hands, stimulating as much of her skin he could reach before returning to the full globes of her breasts that were hovering just out of reach of his mouth. He caught her nipples in his fingers, lovingly squeezing and twisting them, causing her to cry out in passion.
Her tiny inner muscles clamped down even harder, and her hips moved a little faster.
That extra stimulus was all it took. Kyle suddenly felt everything inside him wind into a hot little ball of anticipation. Tighter and smaller it became until it could collapse no more. Then it waited. One more rub against her softness and it suddenly exploded, drenching his senses with pleasure, and triggering his orgasm. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her in near violence, incoherent sounds emitting from his mouth.
Above him, Tess was also strung out, waiting in agonized stillness for something. Kyle's climax was all it took to send her over the edge right along with him. Shaking and panting, she rode out wave after wave of passion as her much needed orgasm claimed her.
When it was finally over, she collapsed upon his sweaty chest. Leaning up to kiss him, she looked at him and said, "Wow."
Grinning, Kyle wrapped his arms around her. "Yeah," he agreed.
"So, I guess we can rule out any notion that you might be gay."
"Looks like."
Tess could tell that Kyle was feeling pretty darn pleased with himself, so she decided to tease him just a little and asked, "Are you certain now, cause I could call Michael over if you're not sure." Suddenly, Kyle saw Michael leaning on his chest with a satisfied smile on his face.
Kyle nearly jumped out of his skin. "Jesus! Tess! Don't you ever do that again!" he shouted trying not to think of exactly what orifice Tess imagined his cock was buried in inside of the other guy's body.
The image of Michael blinked out and Tess was back, grinning like the devil. "That wasn't funny," he informed her.
She laughed at his grumpy expression, "I'm sorry. I'll never do that again, I promise. Well, at least we know you prefer me to Michael."
"Tess," his tone was a warning.
She leaned up and kissed him briefly. "Whatever you say, Buddha boy."
He smiled in contentment as she laid her head back down on his chest. He realized that he felt a million times better than he had just an hour ago and knew it was because of the girl laying so trustingly upon him. She hadn't left him after he'd confessed everything to her, and her acceptance of the situation caused his outlook to do a full 180. He felt confident he could deal with the whole Max/Michael/Alex situation as long as he could always have Tess to come back to. And, he thought as he tightened his arms around her, something inside told him he always would. They were bound together by the invisible ties formed during the initiation. He couldn't escape now if he wanted to, which suited him just fine.
She was a part of him now, and he of her. It would take some getting used to, but he figured he could handle it. No matter what storm arose on the horizon, she would be the lighthouse that would always guide the good skipper home.
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