Music and Sex

A group of modern-day carolers strolled by, widening holiday cheer so pleasing it was sickening. They paused, but with a dark scowl, Kyler sent ’em on their merry fucking way. One greater quantity refrain of “Joy to the World” and this chab would show them joy, all right. he would even shout “Ho, ho, fucking-ho” during the time that cramming those songbooks down their face holes. And, damn it, this guy would find great joy in it.

It wasn’t that this guy execrated Christmas. he was just in a bad mood. Okay, since Jarod had shown his true colors, Kyler was always in a bad mood. The chocolate hole would bum cash and not ever pay it back. this chab was a slob and a half. he was obnoxious and rude, and — when it came to sex — Kyler had become entirely likewise familiar with his right hand. this chab wondered why in God’s name this guy stayed with Jarod. Then again, he knew why. this chab execrated being alone, especially on Christmas. one time upon a time it had been his beloved holiday. Now? Christmas could go fuck itself.

Kyler sighed and sank down on the bench. The crowd hustled by him, paying more attention to the falling snow than to the forlorn stud huddled in an overly thick coat. In front of him, the windows of Richtman’s Jewelers sparkled with white lights, illuminating the gemstone jewelry in the display cases. Next door was Cinnamon’s Bakery. each time the door opened, rich smells spilled out to tantalize the passers-by. As Kyler watched people file in and out, arms full of baked treats, his anger sluggishly gave way to a craving so strong he could smack it.

Then that guy saw something that made him sick to his abdomen. Hanging on one more man’s arm, Kyler’s boyfriend Jarod walked out of the bakery, laughing and smiling. And then their eyes met. All the color drained from Jarod’s face. Kyler simply wanted to throw up. The other fellow looked over at Kyler and nodded at something Jarod said before walking away. Jarod fidgeted for a minute then started towards Kyler. Kyler looked up as Jarod stood in front of him, looking like a kid with his hand in the wet crack jar.

“Yeah, um, there’s smth I need to tell you,” Jarod said as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary. And maybe that was the case, considering this guy and that other fellow looked to be quite familiar with every other.

“I’ll say there is.” Kyler leaned back, draping his arms across the top of the bench. “Who the fuck was he?”

“Roommate,” Jarod said with a shrug. “Name’s Kent.”

“I don’t care what his name is,” Kyler said, keeping a neutral mask on his face. Inside, that guy was seething and screaming. “How long?”

“Two months. Was going to tell u tonight.”

Something important snapped inside Kyler, almost all likely his heart. this guy jumped to his feet, and Jarod stumbled backward into a lamppost.

“Two months?” Kyler shouted. “You’ve been fucking around on me for 2 months, and you pick Christmas Eve to show — not tell — but show me?”

“Hey, at least u found out from me and not throughout the grapevine.”

For several minutes, all Kyler could do was stare at Jarod. When this guy finally discovered his voice again, he laughed. “Yeah. ‘Merry freakin’ Christmas, Kyler. Oh, by the way, I’m screwing my roommate.’ Real smooth, Jarod.” he dropped back down on the bench. “Goodbye.”

“Kyler, just let me…”

“Goodbye, Jarod.” Kyler tipped his head back and closed his eyes, signaling the end of their conversation. this chab heard Jarod let out his signature huff — the one he always let out when this guy didn’t get his way — previous to walking off, sneakers crunching in the thickening snow.

Kyler didn’t know how lengthy that guy sat there, alternating between staring at the stars and catching snowflakes on his tongue with his eyes closed. It was a naive thing, but for some reason it felt priceless just to let go. The holiday crowd still shuffled past him as the evening thickened. he lifted his arm above his head and looked at his see. It was ten minutes after seven. this guy had been sitting on the same bench for not quite an hour.

“That talk looked like it didn’t go very well.”

Kyler almost jumped out of his skin. When that guy tilted forward, this guy discovered himself staring into the greenest eyes this chab had ever seen. A paper cup of steaming hot chocolate was offered, and this chab took it, looking up at the youthful man’s face. “Thanks.”

The fellow smiled. “Sorry, but I couldn’t assist seeing what happened. u looked like u could use something to warm u up.”

Kyler nodded, then blushed when he realized this chab was staring. “Yeah, thanks.”

“I’m Brayden,” the youthful chap said. he extended a slender hand, which Kyler tentatively shook.

“Kyler,” this guy told. he stared down at the black plastic lid of his cup. “I imagine we got quite a hardly any stares.”

Brayden chuckled.

Kyler shivered. that guy had not ever heard such a hawt laugh in all his life.

“The general public appears to be to take great interest when 2 chaps argue like lovers,” Brayden told as that guy sat down on the bench.

Kyler shifted and scooted, giving Brayden greater amount room. “We were lovers,” this chab grumbled. he took a slow sip of sexy chocolate. “I stress were.”

When Brayden didn’t say anything, Kyler looked over at him. Although his expression was, for the almost any part, unreadable, his smile was warm, reflected in those emeralds for eyes. His auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and a hardly any stray strands hung loose. And his lips? Oh, now these were inviting. also inviting.

“What happened?” Brayden asked quietly. “Or would u rather not say?”

Normally, Kyler kept such things private, but there was smth about Brayden — smth that whispered trust. “He picked tonight to tell me he’s been screwing his roommate. Although it was greater amount like showing than telling.”

“Wow. Great sense of timing,” Brayden said.

Kyler smiled at the sarcasm. “You know it.” this guy took some other sip. Hell, even if Brayden wasn’t into guys, that guy could thank him with a stronger drink somewhere. “Look, um, thanks for the sexy chocolate. There’s a quiet little bar down the street…” he paused, letting the invitation hang in the air. that guy bit at his lip as this guy waited for Brayden to tell him “No, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Brayden said. Then that guy leaned closer and whispered. “Are u asking me out for a drink?” There was no disgust, no uncertainty, in his voice.

Kyler looked up into those greener-than-green eyes. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

A slow smile widen over Brayden’s too-kissable lips, and then he stood. this chab tossed his cup into the trashcan and held out a hand to Kyler. “Lead the way.”

With a smile, Kyler slid his hand into Brayden’s, and when that guy stood, his lips were a scant inch from Brayden’s. this chab could feel Brayden’s breath, see it curl around them in the chilled air. Heat radiated from Brayden and, if Kyler moved just a couple of inches more, their bodies would touch. Brayden appeared to be to think the same thing, but he, however, did not hesitate. His other hand fell to Kyler’ hip, pulling him close.

“Drinks?” Brayden whispered, his lips brushing over Kyler’s, stealing Kyler’s breath. “Or should we just skip the formality?”

“Skip it.” No sooner had the words left Kyler’ face hole than a soft tongue parted his lips, seeking entry. Kyler opened to him. A soft sound escaped him as Brayden’s tongue touched his own. It was a short kiss, but the promises it held were much more.

“How about we receive some greater amount hawt chocolate?” Brayden suggested, his tongue sliding across Kyler’ lips. “Then we can walk, acquire to know each other a little more.”

Kyler nodded. Despite the responses Brayden’s touch provoked within his body, he wanted to receive to know this fellow. It was something Jarod would have not at any time taken the time to do — sex on the first date was his motto. But Kyler? he wanted anybody to talk to, possibly greater quantity. And, with Brayden, he wanted everything, despite having just met the man.

Brayden smiled, took Kyler’s hand, and led him towards the bakery. A not many minutes later, they each had another cup of hot chocolate and were window-shopping along the sidewalk. solely half an hour had passed since Brayden had handed him the first sexy chocolate, and Kyler already felt greater amount at ease with this chap than this guy had in not quite a year with Jarod.

“So, first things first,” Brayden said as this guy took a sip of sexy chocolate. “What’s your full name? Mine is Brayden White.”

“Kyler Benz.” Kyler looked over and smiled. “Kyler for short.”

Nodding, Brayden said, “Kyler works. I work over at The Sound Shop as a guitar instructor. You?”

“I’m a librarian. Been at the Municipal Library for about two years now. u have any family here?”

“Nope. I’m originally from Atlanta, but moved to Richmond a year ago. My family isn’t the almost all open of families when it comes to ‘alternative sexualities.’ What about you?”

“Born and raised here,” Kyler told. “Parents divorced, and the one and the other moved out-of-state about six months ago.”

Brayden stopped walking just as they reached the gate leading into the park. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-seven. Please tell me you’re legal.” Kyler laughed. Brayden didn’t look a day over twenty.

“Thirty-two,” Brayden said with a knowing grin. Kyler’s throat dropped open and Brayden laughed. “Yeah, I know. I don’t look like I’m old enough to gulp. I receive carded at the bars all the damn time.”

Kyler followed him into the park. When they reached a secluded area, Brayden took Kyler’s cup and set it down on the ground beside his. Then this guy backed Kyler up against a tree seconds previous to his tongue slipped into Kyler’s face hole. Kyler draped his arms over Brayden’s shoulders. this guy spread his legs, giving Brayden room to move closer. The snow was coming down harder, covering everything in a thick, white blanket. Despite the cold, however, Kyler was burning up. he was caught between the rough tree trunk and Brayden’s body, generating sufficiently heat to melt any flakes that touched them.

His head tipped to the side as Brayden’s kisses drifted over his throat — soft, moist kisses that warmed Kyler from the inside out. Brayden’s fingers were caught in the thong loops of Kyler’s jeans, holding him close. Then one of Brayden’s hands slipped betwixt them, popping a button.

“Want to taste you,” Brayden murmured.

“Here? In the freezing cold?”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

As Brayden sank down to his knees, Kyler had no doubt the chap would make precious on his word. Brayden worked his zipper down and then those slim fingers slipped inside to wrap around Kyler’s cock. Unable to stop himself, Kyler gasped and his haunches jerked forward, driving the head of his cock betwixt these pleasant lips. he slid his fingers through Brayden’s hair, his lips parting with a soft moan as Brayden’s tongue slid over his cock, bathing it in juicy warmth.

“Brayden,” Kyler whispered. “Oh, God…”

Brayden hummed, and Kyler’s legs threatened to give way. The vibrations sang through his jock and up his spine, and this chab tightened his fingers in Brayden’s hair. this chab wanted more — God, this guy wanted so much more.

Brayden pulled away from his cock, sliding his tongue throughout the slit, engulfing on the head. Kyler’s legs trembled and that guy crammed back harder against the tree, needing its strength to hold him up. this chab felt Brayden tug his jeans down a bit more, then warmth as Brayden cupped his balls. Kyler’s head fell back against the tree, and his haunches pumped forward, driving his wang back into the slick warmth of Brayden’s mouth.

When Brayden’s fingertip stroked the soft, delicate skin behind his balls, Kyler lost it. he didn’t have time to warn Brayden before this guy was coming. Brayden didn’t pull away. Instead, this chab swallowed every drop, licking Kyler’s knob clean before standing. Brayden’s tongue probed at his lips, and Kyler opened to him fully, moaning softly as he tasted the remnants of his come on Brayden’s tongue.

“That,” Kyler said as Brayden broke the kiss slowly, “was the most excellent fucking oral sex I’ve ever received.”

Brayden laughed that oh-so-sexy laugh and nipped at Kyler’s bottom lip. “It’s getting colder. Shall we take this somewhere warm and private?”

Kyler shivered, but not from the cold. “Oh, yeah,” this guy whispered.

* * *

The first thing Kyler noticed when he walked into Brayden’s abode was the warmth. this chab shivered as his body began to warm up. Brayden closed the front door and took Kyler’s hand, leading him into the living room. The abode was decorated for Christmas, complete with nylons on the fireplace mantle and a biggest Christmas tree. As Kyler studied the row of six stockings, Brayden started a fire. Kyler couldn’t aid but wonder if Brayden lived alone.

Brayden went into the kitchen, leaving Kyler to admire the tree and its decorations. “Hot chocolate?”

“Sure.”

A small in number moments later, Brayden returned, mugs in hand. “Nieces and nephews.”

Kyler chuckled and turned around. Brayden handed him a steaming mug of sexy chocolate and pulled him not fast towards the couch. Kyler watched the flames flicker in the fireplace as this chab sipped on his hot chocolate. this chab could get used to this.

“How many nieces and how many nephews?”

Brayden twisted and leaned back against the arm of the couch, looking at Kyler. this guy cradled the steaming mug in his hands and smiled. “Four nieces and two nephews. My sister was prolific,” this guy laughed. “What about you? Any brothers or sisters?”

“No. I’m an solely child,” Kyler told. “Sometimes it was a blessing, sometimes a curse. No one to fight with but likewise a lack of bodies to blame.” he laughed and Brayden joined him. Kyler couldn’t aid but love the way Brayden’s eyes lit up when this guy laughed. It warmed him inside — a feeling he had a hard time not losing himself in.

As their laughter died out slowly, an odd silence — not entirely uncomfortable, but definitely awkward — settled between them and Kyler stared down into his mug for several minutes, unsure exactly what to say. Then his mug was taken from his hands, and a finger slipped beneath his chin. that guy turned his head, and his lips met Brayden’s in a soft, inactive kiss. There was no rush, no overwhelming need for greater amount — just a kiss for the sake of itself. Brayden’s tongue brushed over Kyler’s, a soft exploration and no thing more.

Oh, yeah, Kyler thought to himself, I could definitely receive used to this.

“Want you,” Brayden murmured.

Another kiss drank Kyler’s answering moan.

As Brayden’s throat trailed soft kisses over Kyler’s throat, Kyler whispered, “Shouldn’t we move this to your bedroom?” that guy chuckled as Brayden tickled the nape of his neck with a brush of a kiss. “Or a bed, at least.”

Brayden shook his head out of pulling away. His hand drifted from Kyler’s shoulder to his thigh, resting near his hip. “Ever made love in front of a fire?” this chab asked, teasing his tongue over the hollow of Kyler’s throat.

“Not yet.” Kyler was doing admirable to breathe, let alone talk. each touch from Brayden sent a fresh rush through his body, and sparks of sensation to every point.

“Don’t move.” Brayden got up, walked out, and returned with a thick, fuzzy-looking blanket draped over his arm. this guy widen it out and knelt down on it. With a crook of his finger, he beckoned Kyler to him.

Kyler smiled and slid off of the sofa to kneel in front of Brayden. The blanket was definitely fuzzy — thick velour. that guy stroked his hand over the velvety, hunter green fabric, then looked up at Brayden. For several minutes, all this chab could do was stare into those eyes, wondering if this would be a one-time thing, and praying it wouldn’t be.

As they knelt previous to each other, Brayden reached out to cup Kyler’s face. Kyler turned into the touch, brushing a light kiss to Brayden’s palm. Then Brayden’s lips were on his again, the kiss lovely and sensuous and a bit hungrier. Brayden’s fingers slipped throughout Kyler’s hair, tilting his head just sufficiently to deepen the kiss. more fire and hunger warmed Kyler from the inside out. His own hands discovered their place on Brayden’s hips, and this guy pulled their bodies closer together. A small shiver ran through him when Brayden’s gasp slipped into his throat as they touched in all the right places.

“I crave you,” Brayden whispered.

“I’m all yours.” Kyler was not ever large on one-night stands, but it didn’t feel like one with Brayden.

Brayden stilled and then those green eyes settled on Kyler. “I like the sound of that.” Kyler felt his insides melt, and it wasn’t coz of the blazing fire beside them.

“Really?” Kyler put his palm on Brayden’s chest to stop ’em one as well as the other. It was now or not at any time. Brayden entwined his fingers with Kyler’s, bringing their hands up to kiss Kyler’s knuckles. something about their fingers locked jointly like that just looked… right.

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” Brayden told. His gaze not at any time left Kyler’s and their fingers remained curled jointly. “Something about you…” that guy trailed off, then continued a not many seconds later. “Something about you makes me want more. I want to receive to know you, Kyler. I’m getting also old for casual flings.”

At that point, Kyler was speechless. When this guy finally discovered his voice, all that guy could say was, “Yeah.”

That appeared to be to be all the answer Brayden needed. this guy moved their hands out of letting go of Kyler’s. that guy leaned forward, pressing Kyler onto his back on the blanket. somebody groaned — might have been him, might have been Brayden. At that point, that guy didn’t know and didn’t care. Brayden was nestled betwixt his legs. Brayden’s body crammed his down onto the blanket. Their tongues moved together anew in a dance to rival the flames beside them.

Brayden let go of his hand and these talented fingers traced down Kyler’s arm, then his side. When they reached Kyler’s hip, they grasped it tightly. Kyler was sure the moan was his that time as Brayden rocked against him, pressing their bodies together in time to the rhythm of their kiss. Kyler clutched Brayden’s shoulders, tensing and releasing with every smooth grind of Brayden’s hips.

“Too many clothes,” Kyler said against Brayden’s lips. Brayden chuckled. His hand left Kyler’s hip to pop his jeans open. As in a short time as his zipper was down, the hand was inside, fingers wanking his knob. A gasp escaped him as he arched into Brayden’s touch. “Protection?”

“Oh, yeah.” Brayden reached over with his other hand and brought a diminutive square package up into the light. “Brought ’em in with the blanket.”

Kyler smiled and plucked the package from Brayden’s fingers. this guy had a favour to return and was aching to taste the chap above him. “On your back.”

Brayden’s tongue darted across Kyler’s lips and then Brayden rolled over and onto his back. Kyler stood lengthy enough to take off his jeans, and then he knelt down to remove Brayden’s. His breath caught at the first sight of that pretty body expecting for him. he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of Brayden’s underwear and tugged them off. Then he settled betwixt Brayden’s legs and took his first taste. this chab traced his tongue up the length of Brayden’s slender, uncut cock, savoring the faintly soapy but all male smack. Brayden’s fingers slid into Kyler’s hair, drawing him nearer. Kyler chuckled softly and licked the clear drop from the tip of the hard flesh straining towards his lips. this chab slid his fingers under Brayden’s knob and lifted it. Brayden’s haunches left the floor as Kyler slid his mouth over the head and down the silky shaft.

“Oh…” Brayden’s voice was low and husky. His body shuddered slightly as Kyler stroked his lips up and down. Brayden’s fingers tangled tighter in his hair, guiding Kyler as that guy moved into each stroke.

Kyler pulled up to the tip and flicked his tongue back and forth over Brayden’s bawdy cleft. A hungry, desperate moan was Brayden’s immediate response. Pulling away, Kyler slid up Brayden’s body, taking his throat in a deep, soulful kiss. He’d had his taste and would have sucked Brayden off, but right now, this chab wanted that nice-looking piece of silky iron flesh buried inside him. this guy broke away from their kiss and straddled Brayden. once the package was open, Kyler unrolled the rubber over Brayden’s shlong. Brayden handed him a small bottle of clear gel, grinning mischievously.

“Kyler.” Brayden’s whisper was accompanied by a deep-seated groan as Kyler stroked Brayden’s cock, slicking it up. “Need you.”

“Yeah,” Kyler said as that guy tossed the bottle to the side. “Oh, yeah.” he poised himself over Brayden, his aperture hovering half an inch from the tip of Brayden’s shlong. Brayden’s hands discovered their place on his hips, and with another throaty groan, that sweet rod was buried unfathomable inside Kyler’s body.

“Oh, fuck…” Brayden drew a long breath, his fingers thrilling tightly to Kyler’s hips, holding him motionless. “God, u feel so good.”

Kyler could solely nod, leaning over to brace himself, his palms flat on Brayden’s chest. Brayden filled him perfectly, stretching him just enough to add the tiniest sensation of pain to go with the pleasure. One of Brayden’s hands slid up his spine and into his hair, cupping the back of his neck to bring him down for some other kiss. Kyler moaned softly into Brayden’s face hole as they started to move. Brayden’s tongue was silky, sliding across Kyler’s, exploring his throat. There was heat in the kiss, but it was a slow, simmering heat. When Kyler pulled away, that guy sat back up, grinding his haunches downward.

“More.”

In answer, Brayden gripped the one and the other of his hips tightly. Bracing his feet on the floor, Brayden lifted Kyler up the slightest bit then pulled him back down, sliding his shlong deeper inside with each wank. When this chab pegged Kyler’s gland, Kyler gasped, rocking back just a bit quicker.

“Don’t stop,” Kyler breathed. that guy looked down and discovered himself pinned by a dark green gaze. each thrust Brayden made caused these emerald eyes to sparkle. Kyler shivered and started meeting his strokes, the enjoyment building deep inside him.

He slid his right hand from Brayden’s chest to wrap around his own cock, stroking to match the rhythm their bodies set. One of Brayden’s hands joined his. Their fingers entwined. An not quite despairing whimper escaped Kyler, and the movements of his hips became erratic, harder, quicker. Brayden met him in each one, driving his schlong in and out of Kyler’s body with quickening strokes.

“Come for me,” Brayden said. “Come on my cock, Kyler.”

Several hard strokes on his rod and Kyler was coming, spilling onto Brayden’s chest. Brayden released Kyler’s ramrod and grabbed his hips, thrusting hard inside him. each shove grazed Kyler’s prostate until he was shaking with sharp tremors sliding up his spine.

“Oh, fuck!” Brayden moaned and shoved his ramrod in, holding Kyler down as that guy filled him. Kyler’s body shook as a deeper big o discharged through him, each wave spurred on by the pulsing wang inside him.

When they one as well as the other began to come down, Kyler collapsed onto Brayden, heedless of the stickiness betwixt them. Brayden chuckled softly and kissed his hair.

“Stay with me tonight?” this chab asked in a whisper.

“How about I stay tonight,” Kyler said, raising his head and looking at Brayden, “and then tomorrow, u stay at my place.”

“And the night after that?”

Kyler smiled and lowered his head for a slow, soft kiss. “We’ll flip a coin,” this chab whispered.