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“And I just feel like I'm losing him, y'know?”
Only half listening, Kirk hums and nods. He didn't know this partner project with James would end up being a vent therapy session.
“And what's worse is that he got fucking paired up with Dave of all people.” James hunches over to put his head in his hands and turns Kirk's way. “What should I do?”
Kirk lets his head fall back onto the couch cushion so James doesn't see him roll his eyes. If James didn't have those hurt puppy eyes when he lifted his head back up, Kirk would try his best to steer this conversation back to their project. But, damn, those eyes.
“I think you should just talk with him, man. Communication is key,” and as soon as this conversation is over, Kirk will be communicating about how he wants to get in James's pants. He's felt that way since the minute he saw him on the first day of this humanities class, but he's also seen the drama unfold between him and his friend, Lars.
Kirk sat in the back, unknowingly, next to Lars, who was seething with jealousy at the sight of James's red-headed teammate, who Kirk learned to be Dave, sitting up front next to him. Lars would go on and on about how frustrated Dave makes him and about how scared he is of losing James as a friend. Kirk would tune all that envious nonsense out as he stared very intently at James, at those dimples that'd form when Dave made him laugh and at his backside every time he stood up, or sat down, or did anything. Daydreams of threading his fingers through James's golden hair would flutter by every time he blinked. Lars lamenting about the good old days didn't help and Kirk got to hear a speedrun version of James growing up, his infatuation morphing into a crush.
And now here James is next to him on his couch having friendship issues.
“Ugh,” James huffs, giving up for now and putting down his book, “you got any beer?”
“Yeah, in the fridge. Help yourself.” The plan didn't involve getting James drunk, Kirk wants him sober and straight up, but he's just going to have to roll with the punches.
James gets up and grabs a beer from Kirk's fridge, two actually. One for when he gets back and one for the walk on the way there, but he doesn't sit for long when he gets back. Agitated knee bouncing keeps him from sitting still and then he gets up again to pace. He forgets about the second beer.
Kirk can't ignore those long legs striding across his apartment and that ass in those tight jeans, but he's still got some sympathy beneath his lust. “Are you okay, dude?”
“No,” James stops and holds his head in his hands. “I'm sorry, I just can't focus on this stupid project right now.”
Now is the perfect time to commence with the plan. “Then let's take a break,” Kirk closes his book and sets it on the floor without dog-earing the page. It doesn't matter anyway. He hasn't read a lick since James came over. “C’mere.”
James takes back his seat next to Kirk, looking to him for what to do next.
“Not there.” Kirk pats his thighs, “here.”
James cocks his head like a dog trying to hear better. “In your lap?”
The innocent way he asks makes Kirk's chest feel tight. He's so damn cute it hurts. “Yep.”
“Why,” James again asks innocently as he slowly gets up.
“Because I want you in my lap.”
At that, James finally understands Kirk's motives and blushes as he plops down and straddles Kirk's thighs. He avoids eye contact until he feels Kirk's hands smooth from his thighs up to his hips while not knowing what to do with his own hands.
Kirk knows he's staring and he doesn't care in the slightest, rubbing circles on James's navel over his shirt with his thumbs. “You're cute.”
James's blush nearly becomes painful. “Thanks.”
Oh, Kirk will absolutely be taking advantage of his shyness. “Still thinking about Lars?”
“I don't think I'm thinking at all. I think.”
“Good. Can I touch you?”
“Uh,” Jame bites his lip, “sure?”
“That's a yes or no question.”
James hesitates, not used to being asked so directly and needing his one hundred percent sure answer. Even if Kirk looks like he wants to eat him alive, James doesn't feel threatened or uncomfortable and especially in a position he isn't used to like this. “Uh, yeah. Go ahead.”
Given the green light, Kirk starts on his arms. He grabs his hands first, bringing them to his face to kiss and then compare hand sizes. He traces James's fingertips to his wrist and down his forearms, pulling his arms to rest around Kirk's shoulders. Then Kirk gets to his biceps and marvels at how big they are, kneading like he can feel every muscle fiber.
“Damn. How much do you bench, three hundred?”
That pulls a laugh from James. “No, I'm a receiver. I can't get too big or I get too slow.”
“Makes sense.”
Kirk moves on to James's shoulders and neck and massages them. He finds a particularly tight spot, indicated by James groaning and rolling his neck, and Kirk really digs his fingers in to release the tension.
James makes some pretty insane noises that Kirk has definitely fantasized about several times before, thinking about things he plans to do this evening. “Ah–ah. Right there, right there. Mmmmm….hmm? Oh.”
Kirk is hard and James notices, his blush spreads to his ears and to his chest below his shirt. It's taking every fiber of Kirk's being to not buck his hips to make James feel it more, but he wants to take this slow. So he just smiles and continues, not before cupping James's face in his hands and squishing his cheeks. He lets his hands slide down to James's chest, feeling his heart thump so fast under his palm, and then accidentally lets his ambitions take over for just a second.
James gasps as his chest gets full on groped like he's a girl, tensely gripping Kirk's shoulders for dear life. There's not a thought in his head, none except for the one about Kirk getting him naked right now.
“Feels good,” Kirk asks as he gets a good squeeze in.
James bites back a moan, “mmph! Y-yeah, keep going.”
And then Kirk stops, letting his hands drop to James's thighs. James pouts and looks away as Kirk giggles at him, embarrassed that he's so easily able to be teased.
“God, you're so cute,” Kirk muses as he pats James's thighs. “Wanna take your shirt off?”
James nods, his lips quiver from trying to curb a big smile and takes his shirt off. This is really happening and he can't believe it. Kirk unbuttons his own pants and fishes his cock out. He's letting his desires drive him again, but James doesn't seem to be nervous anymore and more eager about what's to come. James looks down and gawks at Kirk's cock and Kirk returns a sly smile and pulls his own shirt off.
“Go on.” His voice drops to a sinful tone that James has never heard before, “touch it.” He meant it to be more of a suggestion, an opportunity if you will, and is very pleased when James takes it.
Even though James is being cautious and experimental with his strokes, Kirk still goans and falls in love with James's calloused hand around him. Then James swipes the slit with his thumb and Kirk nearly becomes putty, nearly forgetting who's in control here. He helps himself to James's pants and unbuttons them, grabbing him by the ass, and pulling him forward.
“Take it out,” Kirk whispers in James's ear and sends chills down his back, but he's not expecting what James does next.
James stands up and takes everything off. Shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Everything. It's Kirk's turn to gawk as James sits his naked self back into Kirk's lap with a lust in his eyes to match Kirk's.
“O-oh my god.” This is going much faster than Kirk anticipated, much to his amusement.
James grabs Kirk's hand and places it on the junction of his thigh and his hip, Kirk's fingers just barely reaching his ass. “Keep touching me.”
Kirk would be a fool to refuse him and does what he did before. He grabs James's ass and pulls him forward, this time adding a smack and grabbing a handful for good measure. The moan and shiver that rips through James after nearly zaps Kirk of the last of his resolve and rationale to not just fuck him right here on the couch, but he stays composed. Barely.
They're close enough for Kirk to spit in his hand and stroke their cocks together. James joins in until they're both slick with precum and starts to lose control, humping and thrusting into Kirk's hand until he's whimpering. He throws his head back and Kirk gets to feast his eyes on James's abs on full display in front of him, using his free hand to brush his fingers over them. James whips his head back up and reaches backward to hold Kirk by his knees to buck his hips up like he's riding him.
God, Kirk would hate to stop James when he looks so good like that. He would if there wasn't anything after this. So Kirk takes his hands back, James looking stunned from the lack of fondling.
Kirk leans forward to lick James from his chest up to his neck and then kisses his lips, “wanna take this to bed?”
Any and all words and thoughts have left James. All he can do is nod dumbly with his mouth hanging half open and then feels stupid when Kirk taps his leg to hop up, but Kirk is too into him to care. He's put James on a pedestal above everything else that he just can do no wrong.
They make out on the way to Kirk's room, Kirk sheds his pants in the process and has to get on his toes to reach James, but just barely. James leans down to meet him halfway and then nearly gets the wind knocked out of him when Kirk pushes him backwards onto his bed. The dude may look scrawny but he sure as hell isn't.
James is sprawled out, making himself comfortable on the bed so beautifully that he looks painted. Warm colors, rich tan, and fairy tale golden hair juxtaposing nicely with Kirk's cool colored bedspread. His gorgeous crystal sapphire eyes burn Kirk to his core and has a mouth that really pushes his limits to not ravage him this very second.
“You gonna say some shit like ‘I'm gonna come inside you and make you mine’?”
James has a smug look on his face like he didn't just say one of the hottest cliché phrases ever and it's really taking a lot out of Kirk to not just agree because of course he would. But instead, Kirk just looks down at James and laughs a little evilly, coming up with yet another way to tease him.
He slinks down and crawls up over James's body until he reaches his ear and nibbles. “I don't need to do that for you to know that you're mine, but I can totally do that for you if you really want me to.”
James gasps and Kirk giggles in his ear, knowing he's backed him into a corner to make another decision. Either way would be a win, but one of those options makes James shy away and avoid Kirk's gaze.
Kirk lays flat on top of James and fiddles his fingers through his mane, enjoying this quiet intimacy. “What would you like me to do, James?” Kirk is so far gone that he'd do whatever James asks of him, even if he wants to stop.
But James doesn't want to stop, ever. “No, you don't–I mean yes, you can use–I mean, damn it.” James facepalms himself, but even as a sputtering mess, Kirk still looks at him like he's the world. Taking a deep breath and collecting himself, he quietly says, “you don't have to use a rubber.”
Kirk nods and pecks James on the cheek before getting up, nearly jumping for joy when his feet hit the floor. He grabs only the lube from his dresser and practically runs back to his bed where his golden prince awaits with his arm over his eyes, so delightfully overwhelmed still. He lifts his arm when Kirk returns, his body dipping the bed, and James can't hold back a huge smile that's so bright it nearly blinds Kirk.
Kirk beams back, “you ready?”
James nods and then a particularly loud slow roll of thunder ensues, rattling everything, including the apartment. Both boys look at each other with wide eyes.
“Has it been raining this whole time?”
“Maybe? Guess you were too focused on me to notice.” James bites his tongue too late at that comment because he's just as guilty. Or maybe Kirk's just that good.
But Kirk won't even deny it, “oh, absolutely. Can't take my eyes off you.”
Yep, Kirk's that good. Cheesy, but so incredibly good.
“Wanna lay on your stomach for me?”
When James turns over with no rebuttal, it just boggles Kirk's mind at how obedient he is, that this big football player doesn't mind getting low and letting some nerd have a little control. Curious, he has to ask about it and hopes it doesn't make James too self-conscious.
Kirk strokes his back before doing anything else, “you don't mind getting bossed around like this?”
“Sometimes,” James sighs. “Not often, though.”
“How often is ‘not often’,” Kirk asks as he moves on to rub James's shoulders again, pulling out some more delightful noises.
James hums and shivers before answering. “Once. Maybe twice.”
So James must still be testing the waters, seeing where he wants himself. Kirk won't ask anymore pressing questions, but he's going to make sure James enjoys himself and enjoys being under him because that's where he intends to keep James.
He lightly traces his fingertips all the way down James's back to his cute ass, kissing his tailbone in the process, and then he's uncapping the lube and pouring it on his hand. As he's sliding his wet fingers in between James's cheeks, both of them take shaking breaths and then laugh at themselves as if nerves are going to kick in now and slow them down.
James shakes his ass to entice Kirk and, of course, it works. One cold finger meets his hole and immediately presses in. The surprise makes him contract around it, but soon Kirk works him to have him gripping the sheets and his eyes rolling with the addition of a second finger. All the spots he forgot he had get found, along with new ones that past partners haven't been able to get to like Kirk is. So methodical yet calculated, like Kirk knows his body already. James could get used to being fiended for and taken care of like this. He groans when Kirk finds his prostate and then audibly moans when a third finger gets thrown in the mix.
“You like that,” Kirk smirks to himself, pressing harder, “right there?”
James whines and looks back with pleading eyes, “y-yeah. It's so good.”
Alright, Kirk physically can't wait anymore. He pulls his fingers out and slicks up his cock. “Hey, can you…”
James is already getting on his knees to present his ass for Kirk to just take him already before he even finishes speaking his request. Lust and desperation takes over him as he lines up and shoves his cock in with one thrust and James howls, getting the pounding he's been looking for.
His mentality was his biggest roadblock in his search. It's hard to ask around looking for somebody to fuck him until sunrise when he doesn't exactly look the part and has a bit of a reputation as a tough guy to uphold. With Kirk, James didn't have to ask, and hurt his pride in the process, and never would've guessed he'd get that wish granted in the first place.
And now he's having amazing raw sex with his ass in the air and a smile on his face like a slut, but he's Kirk's slut. Only Kirk's.
A swat to his upper thigh has him squealing and fucking himself back onto Kirk. “Fuck, harder!” His head gets yanked to the side when his hair is grabbed and pulled, making him look at Kirk who's also smiling devilishly.
Another hand slithers its way to the base of James's neck and takes hold, being used as an anchor to slam into him harder. It's not choking him, but he likes it there. He likes everything Kirk's doing to him and more by proof of his breathy little gasps.
Kirk's starting to get tired, went too hard a little too fast, but he doesn't change his pace even if James's legs are shaking. The bed shaking and creaking, the sounds of skin on skin, and James moaning curses and Kirk's name are all music to his ears. Even the low rumbles of thunder get drowned out from all the noise they're making and then Kirk forgets about the inclimate weather entirely, unleashing his own storm on his new partner with clear skies in his eyes and sun rays in his hair.
“You wanna come, James,” Kirk asks as he slides both his hands back to hold James by the junction of his hips and legs.
“Yes!” James sticks his hand between his legs and balances himself on his other forearm, “fucking please.”
Embarrassingly high pitched moans escape him as Kirk unleashes his inner demons and knocks his legs further apart, sinking in deeper, but he can't help it. When he's feeling this good, he's got to let Kirk know, and Kirk lets him know just how he wants him.
“Arch your back. Yeah, just like that.”
Soon, James stiffens up, grunting through his orgasm, and Kirk groans when that tight heat gets even tighter around him. He slows himself and licks along James's back to let him catch his breath, not knowing sweat could taste this sweet.
He moves James's hair out of the way, revealing his brown layers, to kiss his nape and asks, “can you hang on a little longer for me, so I can do what you want me to?”
James nods and shivers as Kirk sets a filthily slow grinding pace, pressing his pelvis to aflame cheeks and digging blunt nails into tan skin. But Kirk is as spicy as he is sweet, angling his hips to hit James's prostate and bully him.
“Hmm? Feels good?”
James is white-knuckling the sheets and a whine tears out of his throat, but still he nods. “S-so good.”
That sends Kirk over the edge, gasping when he climaxes and rides out the waves of euphoria washing over him. When he's no longer seeing stars, Kirk slowly pulls out and a great sight meets his eyes; it's James reaching behind himself to feel what Kirk did to him. His hole is red and irritated from being used so roughly and Kirk's cum drips onto his long fingers.
He flops over onto his back next to James, thinking he'll do the same until James lays on his side, bright-eyed, and bushy tailed still.
“You're not tired?”
“A little winded, but I'm good.”
“Damn you D1 athletes.” Kirk feels like the air got sucked out of his lungs. He'll have to get into shape to keep up and meet James's needs. “Did you like that, though?”
“Understatement. I loved it.”
“Well, damn,” Kirk is taken aback by James's lack of shyness suddenly. “Wanna do it again sometime?”
“Like within the next half hour or in general?”
“Yes,” Kirk says too quickly. “Both.”
James laughs, putting on that game winning smile, “yeah, totally. I wanna get to know you more, too. I feel like you know me pretty well already, and I feel kinda bad that I really don't know much about you.”
“Lars has told me a lot about you.” Kirk winces instantly after Lars's name leaves his mouth, fearing he opened that can of worms too early. His fears come to fruition when James sighs from dejection.
“Probably not very good things.”
“No, never,” Kirk assures him, “I've only ever heard how good of a friend you are. I think he's just frustrated rather than mad.”
“Different words that mean the same shit,” James huffs. “I know he's pissed at me.”
“Either way,” Kirk reaches a hand out to cup James's cheek, “you should still talk it out with him.
“I know,” James leans into him. “I will.”
“Good boy.” Kirk hums and lets his hand drop, closing his eyes and listens to James breathe.
It's serene, blissful. Sleep creeps onto him even when James plays with his curls, but Kirk has to crack an eye open to what James says.
“Ready to go again?”
Kirk sighs, but he can't help but laugh. “Fucking jock and you're stupid fucking stamina. Alright, but you're gonna have to ride me.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” The words slip off James's tongue like velvet as he straddles Kirk. “I just think I look better under you.”