Sour Patch

22

I groaned into the kiss. Pulling Reese closer I licked his lips trying to gain entrance to his mouth. Everything else disappeared, all I was focused on was the warm mouth I had attacked. I heard him whimper softly and it fueled the fire burning in me, I tugged on his hair and he gasped with the pain taking advantage of the situation I dove my tongue into is mouth. Tasting  the minty toothpaste he used this morning with the hint of coffee.

          I started forward, not knowing where I was going the only thought to pin this luscious man against a wall. Reese wasn't cooperating so I moved my hands slowly down his body while holding him against me. Without breaking the kiss I grabbed his legs and hauled him up abruptly. The shock of being off balance caused him to wrap himself around me. With the casted hand on his back and the other on his ass I began the journey to a wall, any wall would do. Reese finally began to actively kiss me back and was exploring my mouth as his back touched the wall. He moaned into the kiss lightly, barely loud enough to hear.         

   I pushed him into the wall following with my body so that he was trapped for me. It wasn't enough and I pressed into him harder trying to devour his very essence it wasn't ever going to be enough not with the way he tasted, nor how he reacted. I slowed down and began to savor the moment. He wrapped his lithe arms around my neck and buried his hands into my hair tugging me closer. we were both lost, in the moment; in each other; in the feelings raging inside of ourselves. so lost that I had completely and utterly forgot that there was anyone else in the house. I moaned into the kiss never having felt such a desire just from a kiss before. and just as I started to rut against him the world of bliss came to a sudden end. 

A sudden sound of glass breaking tore through the front-room along with my best friends voice shouting out "holy hell." That was all it took to be thrust away from Reese, throwing me off balance along with himself we landed in a tangle of limbs at the feet of who else but Tyler who was staring down at us in a form of shocked amusement.

"Hey bud," he drawled pulling a shit eating grin out of nowhere, " I would ask if you wanted breakfast but it looks like you have already started eating." 

He then turned his leer upon Reese who promptly squeaked and ran out of the room as fast as he could after getting untangled from me. As I watched him scurry around the corner down the hall I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands. Glaring up at my personally offensive best friend who was stifling a laugh I took his offer of help to get off the floor.  Now that I was no longer consumed by Reese, the pain in my arm began to register in my brain.

Tyler of course drug me into the kitchen and began to tell Monica the food was all theirs because I had eaten Reese instead. After what seemed like a lifetime of good natured banter and teasing, my face was bright red and I was embarrassed beyond belief.

"Soooo, since when are you gay?" Mon asked 

"I really don't think that I am gay, I just really like Reese's pieces." I said with a smirk that got a few pieces of food thrown at my head with laughter. 

I was nervous and confused myself but I didn't wanna let my friends in until I had enough time to reflect on my actions myself. It hadn't ever occurred to me that I could be attracted to the same sex, let alone the mystery that was Reese. I had several things to ponder about him, but I wanted to reserve my thoughts for a time when I was alone. 

After about an half hour I decided to make a plate for Reese who apparently was too embarrassed to emerge from the guest room. piling it high with all kinds of breakfast tidbits, I excused myself from Tyler's childish kissing noises in the kitchen and made my way to the guest room. Pausing briefly to take a breathe and steel myself against what could only be an awkward encounter I knocked on the door. A low and vicious sounding growl was the only response, now I had a decision to make I looked at the arm in the cast that I had knocked with, and the healthy arm holding the plate and had a moment of contemplation.

  I could try to balance the plate in the casted hand which might be alright based on earlier activities, and attempt to open the door with the uninjured side. but that left me open for attack from Bruce. that and after mindlessly pushing my arm earlier it was starting to ache.  Or I could set the plate down and  open the door with the plan to feed the cast to the jowls of Bruce. He couldn't really damage the slow healing arm much more than it was. But not opening the door wasn't an option in My book.

Deciding that the second option was probably the safest route for my future mobility I sat the plate down on a nearby end table, approached the door and jerked it open with my good hand, holding my cast in front of me like a shield. luckily Bruce didn't attack me because as soon as my eyes landed on Reese I lost any cognitive ability in the least. 

Bruce apparently had been locked in the ensuite bathroom and Reese wore headphones, which explained why he didn't answer the door. I quickly shut the door behind me as I took in the picture in front of me. Reese had draped himself across the bed looking like a gem, eyes closed tightly and un hearing due to the headphones he was a picture of utter sin. stretched out naked and stroking himself into euphoria I wanted to kneel down and worship the picture in front of me. Holding back from fondling myself like a horny teenager, I quickly looked around until I saw a blanket hanging over the back of a chair. Hating myself a little I tossed the blanket with a flick of the wrist and it gracefully fell upon Reese covering his modesty.

Of course this succeeded in Scaring the daylights out of him.