The Flyer

CHAPTER 47: Proximity

I was walking ahead of her trying desperately to not have to be next to her. But intimacy isn't always based on proximity.

"I love seeing you walk," she says it and I'm sick.

Now I was uncomfortable but I couldn't let her know. I didn't want her to see me. But I was in front of her and she had a clear view of all of me. So I think fast and consider my options. I stop walking and she looks at me curiously. I don't look up at her but I reach out and hold her hand. I was disgusted touching her but I'd rather have this mundane act instead of knowing she's watching me with eyes a mother shouldn't have for her son.

I feel as her fingers tighten against mine and through my peripheral vision I see her smile, content. She keeps walking and I trudge along feeling a deep sense of despair. I've willingly let her hands imprison mine and I feel as if a ball and chain have attached themselves to me and every step I take hurts. I don't want to touch her. I don't want her touching me.

I feel as sick as I felt then, if not more so. I go the bathroom and turn on the faucet. My hands feel her touch despite the years that have passed. I lather the soap vigorously on my hands knowing that I could dump the whole bottle and I still wouldn't be clean enough.

I turn off the faucet and as I dry my hands I curse.

- - -

"Handsome, slow- slow down," he moans but I don't comply. Instead I thrust even harder and jack him off even faster than before. "Kyle, w-wait."

"Stop talking," I push my tongue into his mouth and he swells even more in my hand. His body twitches and he tightens around my dick. I take in a sharp breath of air and become aware of the saliva dripping from our mouths. "Fuck."

He's crushing me and I'm reaching my limit. His twitches become closer in proximity and I can't take it anymore. I come and he does too. I watch him convulse and shudder as my dick keeps thrusting inside him. He's splattered on his chest, his face, and on me. I lean in and stick my tongue out. His breathing hitches as my tongue slides on his face— on his come. I move to nibble on his ear.

"Kyle," he murmurs as my lips move down to his neck, to his chest, to his nipple, and down his stomach to his groin. "Kyle, give me a second I just came—"

But my lips are already on his tip. My tongue laps at the come on it and swirls around the sides, cleaning it off. He lets out a low moan and my dick twitches and begins to ache. I take him in my mouth and bob my head up and down, my tongue swirling around and he grows in my mouth.

"Shit," he breathes in this low groan of a voice. "You've gotten so much better at this."

I hot flush passes over my face and up to my ears. I try to ignore it and just keep blowing him. I take him in my throat and he lets out this slutty ass moan that nearly drives me crazy. I make the mistake of looking up at him and he has the sexiest, blissed out expression that makes me swell instantly. I blink quickly and look away. The flush comes back and my face is hot again. I'm harder than before and I can't focus. Saliva begins to drip down my chin and I gag. I'm about to pull away to cough, but Christian suddenly grabs my face and pulls me closer to his groin.

...

"Are you going to be a good boy and beg again?" Christian jokes but I can hear the smugness in his voice.

The cocky bastard. "Yeah, don't hurt yourself jerking yourself off," I roll my eyes and he laughs. "So I begged one time. Big fucking deal."

"Oh, I see," he says. "Then I guess I won't fuck you since you don't want to ask nicely."

"Fine," I spit. "I don't care."

"Oh, Kyle," he shakes his head and grabs my dick. His thumb rubs the slit and I bite my lip to keep from making a sound. "Hmm? What was that? I didn't hear you," he teases.