My worst Story

“Stop, Kristian!” Howard pleaded as his younger Boyfriend pulled him into the (empty) third music room “We’ll be caught!”

Kristian said nothing, but as soon as the door clicked shut he whirled around and crushed his mouth against Howard’s.

The kiss was not soft, or gentle, or anything reminiscient of what it usually was. Urgency was built up in this fevered act, as though Kristian had been denied this simple pleasure for far too long. Which, to him, it had been.

“Kristian!” Howard hissed as his boy nibbled down his jawline. His golden eyes glazed over with lust as Kristian’s tongue found that sensitive spot beneath his left ear.

“Be quiet, Howard,” Kristian whispered, nibbling his earlobe. “Do you want someone to hear us?”

“I think you do,” Howard responded harshly as his Boyfriend’s slender fingers worked the knot in his tie. Kristian smirked.

“Mm. Then everyone would know how much you enjoy what I do to you. I think I would like that.”

Howard’s tie had come loose enough to be pulled over his head, which was removed and tossed unceremoniously onto a nearby chair.

Kristian then went to work unbuttoning his shirt.

“We don’t have long until the Music Club opens,” Howard whispered, watching his boy’s nimble fingers make short work of the buttons. Once finished, Kristian slid his open palms up the soft, taut skin of his belly to his chest. Howard groaned.

“Stop talking,” Kristian nearly growled. He wrapped his arms around Howard’s narrow hips and pulled him into another smoldering kiss that was all lips and tongue and teeth.

Howard’s hands crept under Kristian’s shirt, (which had somehow come untucked) running his blunt fingernails up his Boyfriend’s stomach. Kristian groaned in turn into Howard’s mouth, the sound barely suppressed even by the close proximity of their lips.

Howard pulled away, hurriedly opening Kristian’s shirt and pulling it off his slender shoulders. The tie, he left around his neck because there was something about that strip of cloth that was more appealing than bare skin alone.

Kristian pushed Howard down onto the nearest acceptable surface, which just happened to be an overstuffed loveseat. Howard collapsed into the soft cushions with Kristian astride his hips. Instinctively he thrust upward, grinding against the younger boy’s erection. Kristian hissed through gritted teeth and nipped at his Boyfriend’s exposed collarbone.

“Kristian!” he exclaimed, thrusting his hips upward again.

Kristian’s hand snaked between their bodies, idly playing with the button on Howard’s trousers. Howard’s eyes widened as he watched the button being flipped open, the zipper being pulled down. He groaned in repressed lust as Kristian’s fingers playfully brushed his erection.

Their eyes were locked on each other as Kristian dipped his hand into those pristine white boxers, slender fingers curling around that throbbing cock.

“God, Kristian,” he whispered as he allowed his head to fall back against the loveseat. Howard found himself clinging hard to the cushions as Kristian slowly, torturously slid his fist up and down his length.

Kristian grinned as he glanced down and saw that first drop of pearly liquid. He quickened his movements only slightly.

“Are you close, Howard?” Kristian let his hand fall still, laughed softly to himself as his Boyfriend’s eyes flew open in protest. They stared at each other, neither daring to move.

Howard suddenly lurched forward, grabbing his boy’s tie and pulling him down to his mouth. Their lips met, and it was like waves crashing against the rocks. Howard’s tongue slipped inside his Boyfriend’s mouth, engaging a wild tango that left them both breathless.

Howard’s fingers found their way to the zipper on Kristian’s trousers, pulled the tab down so slowly that Kristian thought for a moment that time had all but stopped.

“If you don’t get these off right now,” Howard growled, “I’m going to rip them off.”

Having always been the aggressor, the sudden change in his Boyfriend’s temperament turned Kristian on more than anything ever had before.

He slid back off of his Boyfriend’s lap, stepped shakily to the floor and placed his hand against the front of his trousers. He paused for a moment, staring at Howard through the mussed fringe of his auburn hair hanging in his eyes.

“Now,” Howard rumbled, leaning forward on the loveseat and taking his aching erection in one hand. He stroked himself slowly as he watched his boy’s pupils dilate and a silent moan escaped his lips. Kristian flicked the button open, hooking his thumbs in the band and pulling them down just enough to expose the enticing contours of his hip bones.

Howard’s eyes never wavered from the sight as his Boyfriend continued the slow torture of removing his clothing.

Kristian, his eyes on the floor, slid the fabric past his hips and down his thighs where they fell around his ankles and he stepped out of them. He was now fully, beautifully naked and, to Howard’s pleasure and amusement, flushed pink from head to toe and wonderfully hard.

“Come here,” Howard whispered hoarsely, his voice low and deep with arousal. He reached down into his previously forgotten schoolbag and drew out a tiny bottle of lotion. Had Thomas not been so adamant about the appearance of the Music Club’s skin, this experience may have been a little .. uncomfortable.

He poured a generous amount of unscented lotion into his palm, in turn coating his throbbing erection with a slick layer of lubrication. He reached for his boy, pulling him down into his lap and settling him directly above his organ.

He pressed the tip of his cock to Kristian’s most intimate orifice, pausing to gaze longingly up into his eyes. Kristian smiled down at him, leaning in for a kiss that was slow and sensual, their tongues curling around each other almost lazily. It was at that very moment that Howard slid in about an inch, and Kristian bit down hard on his bottom lip.

“Does it hurt?” Howard asked worriedly, pulling back to study his Boyfriend’s face. Kristian shook his head fervently, his hair tickling Howard’s forehead. “It feels amazing. Don’t stop, Howard.”

Howard leaned forward and pressed his lips to Kristian’s shoulder, sliding his length in until his Boyfriend’s backside rested firmly against his thighs.

He put one hand at the small of Kristian’s back, and with the other, he enveloped his swollen cock. “Ride me, Kristian,” he whispered harshly, sliding his lotion-slick hand up and down and causing his boy to groan out loud.

Kristian rose up, almost lifting himself off Howard’s length before impaling himself to the hilt once again. His movements were slow at first, keeping time with his Boyfriend’s hand on his cock. But as Howard sped up, so did Kristian, and soon he was riding his Boyfriend so hard he thought he might kill them both.

Howard groaned into Kristian’s shoulder, biting softly as he rose up and down on his cock. He was so hot, so tight, he didn’t think .. didn’t think he could last much ..

He came harder than ever, his orgasm flowing over him in a stifling wave, making him bite down hard on his Boyfriend’s delicate skin as he pumped his fist faster.

Kristian soon followed, muttering Howard’s name over and over as he came on his boy’s stomach. They collapsed together on the loveseat, arms and legs entangled. Kristian rested his head under Howard’s chin and sighed contentedly.

“I love you,” Kristian said softly, pressing his lips to the hollow of his Boyfriend’s throat. Howard grinned and hugged him closer. “Me too.”

As they prepared to get up and clean themselves off, the door to the [not so empty third music room creaked open, and Thomas strolled in.

He stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes brought the scene before him into focus. Kristian was still astride Howard’s hips, naked as the day he was born save for the loosely knotted tie around his neck.

“Excuse me!” The word tumbled from his mouth as he backed away, tripped over a chair and fell over.

The boys snickered as he clamored to his feet, backing out the door more quickly than either of them had ever seen him move.

“I guess that was too much for Thomas, eh?” Kristian laughed as he bent to pick up his slacks. Howard shrugged. “Maybe next time, he won’t just barge in, as per usual.”

As they gathered their things, Kristian glanced toward the door. “He is going to come back, isn’t he?”

Howard tossed the nearly-empty lotion bottle back into his schoolbag. “Well, he has to, doesn’t he? Being the king and all.”

They were silent for a moment or two before Howard pondered out loud, “I wonder what today’s theme is?” Kristian grinned almost secretively as the door opened and Haruhi entered, giving them both a slightly bewildered look. Something told him Thomas had already told her of what happened. He turned to his Boyfriend and draped an arm over his shoulders.

“I have no idea, but I say we give ’em a hell of a show.”