Spell Cat by Tara Lain Page 0,33

that day in the classroom, he’d been a raging mass of hormones. When Killian had run away, Blaine had gone after him. Killian was all push/pull and a flaming mass of insecurities, and yet Blaine couldn’t let him go. But then, look at this breathing wet dream standing in front of him. “Sweet Jesus, I have to see the rest.”

Killian looked embarrassed. Cute. Let’s unwrap this package. Belt off. He threw the belt somewhere in the direction of the chair. Killian’s eyes cast down like a blushing virgin. Shit, it totally turned Blaine on. Slowly, very slowly, he slid down the zipper on Killian’s jeans. Wow, no underwear. Double wow. No hair. Just skin like warm marble. Killian made a soft whimpering sound. Yes, my baby, it’s coming. Blaine leaned forward. His tongue slipped out to caress one of those pebbled nipples. Hard and soft, like a tiny cock.

“Oh gods.”

Did he say gods? Blaine sucked harder. Rumble, rumble. Thunder again. Still sucking, he began to pull Killian’s jeans down over narrow hips, stopping just short of the promised land.

“Oh.” Rumble. The thunder rolled closer.

Blaine pulled back from his minifeast and shoved the denim down. Slap! A beautiful, rock-hard cock sprang out of its confines and smacked Killian’s belly. Crash. Lightning lit the room. Had anyone predicted this storm? It was like the thunder was inside him.

Blaine leaned in and nibbled up the soft column of Killian’s neck under the shower of hair. He let his hand quest lower. Oh yeah, the object of his quest. Wet and hot. He wrapped a hand around that smooth rod and gave a long pump. Uncut. The satin foreskin slipped and slid over the hot iron beneath. A first for Blaine. Killian threw his head back and moaned. Sweet God, the man was half virgin, half whore. Perfect.

Flash. Rumble. Rumble. Jesus, the thunder vibrated straight through Blaine’s balls. His cock hurt—hot, stretched to breaking, and still confined in his jeans. He tried to adjust his erection with one hand. That hand got a little slap.

“Let me.”

“My pleasure.” It sounded like a whimper.

Killian pulled his zipper down over his swollen cock, and then his silky hand wrapped around Blaine’s penis. He held tight for a second, the fingertips gently exploring. Each tiny movement created little shocks that zipped up into Blaine’s groin. Sweet torture. Blaine’s legs shook. Then Killian began to pump. Tight and hard. Up and down, his hand squeezing like a preview of what it would feel like to be inside his body. Oh God, Blaine loved it, but he couldn’t stay upright another second. “Gotta lie down.”

He pushed against Killian, and they fell backward onto the bed. The white sheets had looked satiny until they had to compete with Killian’s skin. It was like the perfect picture Blaine had dreamed about since he’d met Killian. Lean arms and legs spread wantonly on his bed.

He looked down at himself. How was it he still had clothes on? He needed to be naked. He ripped his sweater over his head and began pulling down his pants. He glanced up. Okay, they were staring. The cat perched on his pillows seemed totally fascinated. Killian had propped himself up on his elbows and was gazing with a small smile. Blaine smiled back. “What?”

“Nothing but admiration, I assure you.” Killian was staring at Blaine’s feet.

Blaine looked down. Okay, he had not planned ahead. His boxer briefs and jeans tangled around his ankles, but they weren’t going anywhere with the black sneakers in the way. He grinned. “I’m usually better organized.”

“I like it just fine. Now I get to watch your big, beautiful cock bounce while you pull off those shoes.”

“You like this cock?” He stroked his cock to the tip and squeezed until the precum beaded, then caught the pearl on his finger.

Killian stuck out his tongue.

Blaine sat sideways on the bed, no small trick in those pants. He leaned over until he could wave the sticky fingertip in front of Killian’s mouth. Angel-face let his head track back and forth with the movements until he snapped forward and caught the finger in his mouth. Blaine’s little cobra. Killian closed his eyes and moaned, sucking hard. That finger must have had a direct nerve connection to Blaine’s penis, because each suck made him harder. Shit, he had to get his cock where it belonged. “Let me get out of these damned shoes.”

He leaned over and ripped the ties loose, pulled off his shoes and socks, and finally