Enemies with Benefits

Part Two

    The first thing Wai did when he departed the bus after their trip to the beach for architecture camp was go straight to Korn's dorm. He was certain the other boy would be there as Korn insisted the only thing he planned to do for the next few days was work on coding a program for his engineering project between rounds of video games online with some of his high school friends. When Wai knocked on the door and was greeted by the smiling face of his lover, Wai felt instant relief. Not thinking for a moment about where he was or who might be around, Wai reached forward and crushed his lips against Korn's with a sigh of both pleasure and relief.

    Korn slid a warm hand up his neck and into his hair before pulling Wai into the room and slamming him up against the door as it closed.

    "Fuck," Korn gasped against Wai's lips, "Why is every time I touch you like this?"

    Wai couldn't respond as he was busy pressing himself as close to Korn as possible. His hands slipped under Korn's tee shirt and up his back as the other boy busied himself with ripping off Wai's belt and pushing his pants down over his ass. When both of them were clad in nothing but their boxers, panting, and desperate, Wai pushed Korn onto the bed and proceeded to take the other boy apart.

    "Shit, I need a better hobby that screwing pain in the ass engineers," Wai growled as he shimmed Korn out of his black boxers and wrapped a hand around quite possibly the best dick he had ever seen. The best dick I've ever seen! How many have I seen at this point? Porn, his mind supplied, That doesn't count. Okay, maybe—Wai refused to think about it and proceeded to lay kisses up the pulsing length of Korn's erection. At the beginning of the semester, if someone would have told him that he would be enthusiastically blowing Korn the engineering douche bag that usually made Wai want to throttle him, he would have kicked their ass first and asked questions later. But right now, as Korn lay writhing beneath him while Wai slid that fucking perfect dick into the back of his throat, he could not imagine being anywhere else doing this with anyone else. The very thought of sharing this experience with someone else was untenable.

    Korn panted and cursed as Wai did things to his body he never dreamed were possible. As he reaches into his nightstand for lube and a condom, Korn barely even registers what he says before pressing both into Wai's hands.

    "I need," Korn whimpers as he feels the intense sensation of Wai rubbing the backs of his knuckles against his perineum almost ruthlessly, "I need you in me, right now." He arches up in pleasure.

    Wai sits up in shock, "Are you—what?"

    The architect never would have thought that Korn would offer such a thing. Didn't even plan to ask for it, particularly since he enjoyed their bedroom activities so much as they were.

    ""I want—" Korn groaned, "I want to know what it's like. You love it so much."

    Yes. Wai would be the first to admit that he never expected to love bottoming, but the combined sensation of fullness and the feeling of being wrapped up by Korn as they moved together toward ecstasy was something that in less than three week he had learned to crave like a drug. So, no, Wai had never planned to ask Korn for that.

    "Oh, fuck," Korn was in heaven.

    Wai pressed deep into him grinding against something heretofore unknown to the other boy, yet causing him to almost weep with how incredible he felt.

    "Wai—" he wailed and panted his hands fisting into the black sheets underneath him while his hips pressed up against Wai almost desperately.

    "So good," Wai gasped—his breathing almost labored as they moved together. The room was almost stifling with the heat of their bodies working together toward ecstasy.

    "More," Wai grabbed his ponytail and pulled him forward sealing their lips together in an almost breath stealing kiss, "Wai, harder—deeper—I need—"

    Wai grinned, "So fucking bossy."

    Korn clasped Wai's face in his hands and pulled the boy down to him, "You told me you would pound me into the mattress when I got home, so put your back into it kitten!"

    Well, that was the push Wai needed to set his temper flaring even in the midst of some of the best sex of his young life. Wai snatched the pillow not underneath Korn's head and shoved it under his hips angling the other boy at just the right height to really pound him. Let's see how you feel when I really get going! When Korn's eyes widened at the new angle coupled with the feel of Wai pressing up against that spot almost mercilessly, he nearly wept at how good it was. Now I've got you, Wai thought, Feel how incredible it is when someone finds your prostate. Now you know what my first time with you felt like.

    Where the hell had that thought come from! Shaking his head, Wai grabbed Korn's legs and wrapped them around his waist before he went for it. The next several minutes could be boiled down hours later to a litany of gasping, panting, cursing pleasure.

    "Wai--" the other boy's name slip from his lips in a gasping wail.

Don't fall for him! Korn told himself.

    "Korn, shit, fuck—so good—oh god," Don't fall for him! Wai commanded.

    "Don't stop!" Korn pulled at Wai's hair, raked his nails down the other boy's back. "Please—" Korn's voice ended on a sob as his hips arched and he shot between them, mind going blank and eyes rolling back in pleasure.

    "Fuck!" Wai felt Korn tighten around him like a vice before he lost himself within the other boy's trembling body and slumped bonelessly against him. Don't fall! Don't fall! Don't fucking fall for him! Wai's brain screamed like a mantra.

    "To late," Wai whispered against he damp skin of Korn's collarbone as they both tried to come back down to earth.

    "To late for what?" Korn finally asked after several minutes his mind and body still reeling on the bed under the weight of the boy he had definitely fallen for.

    "To late for you two not to explain what the fuck is going on here?" Pat said from the doorway of Korn's dorm room his hands clasped tightly over Pran's eyes in an attempt to maintain his boyfriend's modesty while Pran struggled to get Pat's hands loose.

    "Shit!"