Obsession Part 3 By: Whipp Livingston
Monday morning came and it was back to work for Kyle. He didn't want to go to work that morning but he knew he had to. All he wanted to do was to stay in bed with Miguel, but he rose out of bed anyway and with a smile on his face, feeling like he was walking on cloud nine.
The whole way to work all he could think about was how the past week had changed his life. He hadn't thought that going on vacation for a week would completely change the man he was. He lived his life a straight married man who was in a unhappy marriage. Little did he know that one week on a camping trip would change everything in his life. He never in his life thought he would ever become involved in homosexual activity and end up falling head over heels in love with another man whom he thought of as a friend.
For a Monday morning, he was exceptionally happy as he walked in the office doors. He gave the usual how to do to his coworkers as he headed towards his desk. One particular coworker noticed just how jovial and relaxed Kyle was and even noticed how light on his feet Kyle was as he practically skipped to his desk.
Half way through the morning, Kyle barely concentrated on his work. All he could think about was Miguel and the fabulous sex he had with him. He was so engrossed in thought he hadn't even been aware that his fellow colleague and best friend Greg Barnes was hopelessly trying to get his attention.
Greg was tall and lanky, not very muscular and wore prescription glasses which were replaced by contact lenses. His hair was bleached white to drown out the gray in his forty year old head. He was witty, serious, and highly intelligent, sometimes too smart for his own good. He was also Kyle's closest neighbor living several miles away.
"Um hello, Kyle, snap out of it," said Greg Barnes, snapping his fingers in Kyle's face.
"Huh? Oh Greg, what's up? What can I do for you?" replied Kyle as he smiled at him.
He was glad he was sitting down and had his chair pulled into his desk. He was sporting one hell of a hard on thinking about Miguel and tried to conceal it.
"Hey, you come into work from a week's vacation looking like a million bucks and a huge smile on your face and a lift in your walk. Now I know Theresa was not with you on your camping trip cause she went home to New York. So who is she?" Greg wanted to know.
"Who's who?" Kyle asked, looking dumbfounded.
"Don't play dumb with me. It isn't going to work." He goes around the desk to Kyle's side. "Who's the girl you're fucking around with?" he whispered.
"What are you talking about?" Kyle said as he brushed the thought away with a wave of the hand. "Contrary to belief, I am not the one who is cheating."
Kyle gets up from his desk and walks across the room and into the break room and pours a cup of coffee. Greg follows and closes the door behind him.
"Look," Greg said apologetically. "I'm sorry if you think I am accusing you of cheating. I know Theresa hurt you and I am here for you buddy. You are my best friend. But I have seen this look before and I know when someone has gotten lucky and you my friend most definitely did. Don't worry bud, I got your back. You deserve happiness. I am all for it. So spill it. I want all the details about the camping trip."
"You have the wrong idea, Greg," Kyle said with a straight face, hoping it was not too obvious. "I don't know why you think I got lucky just from my appearance. It is nothing but what a little mountain air, fishing, hiking and a little R&R can do."
"Yeah right," Greg said with sarcasm in his voice. "Just tell me this much. How hot is she?"
Kyle shook his head. "Look Greg, not that I have to defend myself to you but I went on the camping trip alone. ALONE," he repeated much louder so it could sink in.
He wasn't about to tell him that Miguel went with him, especially now that Greg thought he was sleeping around.
"Furthermore, I do not like what you are insinuating. I just got the rest and relaxation that I desperately needed and I feel rejuvenated, that's all." He took a sip of his coffee and cleared his throat. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to work."
"Okay if you say so but just so you know I don't believe a word you're saying." Greg said, watching as Kyle left the room. Somehow he knew Kyle was lying to him, or at least thought he was. In his mind he was thinking he will find out what Kyle is hiding.
That same morning, Miguel was doing his own job cleaning the pool. After being gone a week, the pool needed a good cleaning. It took him most of the morning to clean it and he whistled happily as worked. It was a mid July afternoon and the sun was burning brightly high in the sky and the sweat just poured off of his muscular, strongly built physique.
By noontime, the pool was clean and he rewarded himself with a tall glass of iced tea and a dip in the pool. With no one around and the pool closed he stripped out of the only thing he was wearing; his shorts and dove into the water nude.
Miguel had a charismatic personality, endowed with loads of confidence and dominance. His body language radiated with supreme confidence and sexuality in a positive manner. His aura was that of a man who dominates an entire group of individuals, and having the natural ability to take initiatives and stand out as a leader in times of crisis and difficulties. He was smart, elegant, and most of all a charmer and had the potential to attract both sexes?
Kyle remained on his mind all day. He was proud that everything was working to his advantage. He knew he didn't have to try very hard to get what he wanted. Things always seemed to just happen that way for him. He always got what he wanted, and this time in his young life he wanted Kyle. He didn't want Kyle's life, he just wanted to add to it, give him what he deserved and that was a loving companion.
Granted, he was much younger than Kyle but age was not a factor. What mattered was what he felt in his heart and would do anything to protect what was his and in his mind. He would not share Kyle with just anyone. He was madly in love with him, knowing he had found the one he had been searching for as a soul mate and he was going to spend the rest of his life with him.
That evening, Miguel prepared a special dinner for Kyle. He was setting the table when Kyle walked through the door. He greeted Kyle with a deep passionate kiss, then led him into the dining room where they ate by candlelight. Later they watched a movie together while cuddling on the sofa. It was a wonderful evening just the pair of them as Kyle was falling more and more into Miguel's charm. When the movie was over it was late and Kyle stretched and yawned. It had been a long day for him and he was ready for bed.
"You go on up a while," Miguel said. "I will be up shortly."
"Okay. I'll be waiting," Kyle said with a sleepy smile and headed upstairs.
He went to his room, stripped out of his clothes and took a quick hot shower and then crawled into bed. The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. He never budged when Miguel crawled into bed beside him, instantly spooning him. Miguel scooped him into his arms, pressed his hard chest into his back, held him in his arms, and drifted off to sleep.
A few miles away, Greg was lying in his bed thinking about the day he had and thinking about Kyle. He thought about how cool his demeanor was after coming back from his vacation and wondered if Kyle was telling him the truth. That it really was just the mountain air and the R&R he had gotten while he was away. Still in the back of his mind he couldn't help but think there was more to it than what Kyle had told him.
He knew it wasn't any of his business but he and Kyle were good friends and they told each other everything, so he wanted to know who it was that was with Kyle on that camping trip. These were things that were going through his mind as fatigue swept over him just before he drifted off to sleep. He vowed he was going to find out one way or the other or he would die trying.
Come morning, Miguel was the first to awaken. He awoke with a stiff cock and a full bladder. He went to the bathroom to relieve himself. He looked at the clock on his way back to the bed, noticing Kyle had to be up in over an hour and decided to awaken him with pleasure.
Kyle was on his back and in a deep sleep when Miguel climbed on top of him and started kissing his neck, gradually moving to his chest. He loved the way his lips glided across Kyle's smooth skin, all the while thinking how glad he was that he shaved Kyle and enjoying the feel of his soft skin beneath him.
He kissed, sucked, and nibbled on one nipple then moving to the other one and doing the same while licking and caressing his way down Kyle's luscious silky smooth body. Kyle kept on snoring all the while Miguel was giving him a tongue bath and causing his skin to glisten from the wetness.
By this time, Kyle was sporting a woody and Miguel was licking his cock like a child enjoying his first lollipop. His tongue slithered across the tip of it, lapping up the pre cum that was oozing from its tip. He opened his mouth and closed his lips around the head of it and swallowed it whole. He sucked on Kyle's cock like a vacuum, his head bobbing up and down, eager to swallow his load.
Kyle let out a grunt in his sleep and his hips bucked as his cock began blasting its seed into Miguel's mouth. Miguel's lips kept a tight grip as he was swallowing the tasty cum and milking his cock for all it was worth draining it dry and then letting it fall from his mouth.
He looked up to find Kyle awake and smiling down at him.
"Good morning," Miguel smiled and instantly moved up to kiss his lover.
"Good morning," Kyle replied after receiving such a passionate kiss. "And what a great way to wake up."
"My man, I'm just getting started," Miguel said as he guided his cock to Kyle's hole and gave a slight push as the head of his cock entered him.
"Uggghhh," Kyle moaned with pleasure, as he was now used to taking Miguel's cock without much lube or if any at that.
Miguel leaned forward, kissing Kyle with a heat of passion and thrust his cock deep into him while Kyle felt the course hairs against his smooth sensitive skin. Kyle enjoyed the delightful feeling of Miguel's hard and hairy body against his smooth one. He looped his arms around Miguel and pulled him down onto him, letting his fingers rake over the taut, rippled and hairy back of his lover, moaning through a hot and fiery kiss as they began to make love in the early morning hours.
Miguel lifted himself up, looking in the mirror behind the headboard, thinking how great he looked as he watched himself fucking Kyle. Then a movement caught his eye at the double doors on the opposite side of the room and he knew someone was watching them.
From outside, the peeper sees Miguel rising off Kyle. He goes to move but it was too late. Miguel was looking right at him through the mirror and Miguel recognized him instantly as the neighbor who lived not far down the road and Kyle's best friend, Greg Barnes.
Noticing Greg standing there spying on them, Miguel beholds his stare as Greg's expression turns to that of a deer caught in the headlights frozen with fear. Unfortunately for Greg, it was exactly how he felt. As hard as he tried, Greg wanted nothing more to look away on impulse but found it inconceivable to do so. The intent stare had become trance like and he stood there motionless as Miguel was leering at him and licking his lips in a seductive manner.
Miguel refused to take his stare from Greg as he roughly picks up his pace, pounding back and forth inside of Kyle, causing him to cry out in a fiery state of passion. He sweats profusely, his olive skin glistening from the morning light. He felt his testosterone level climbing to bigger heights not just from fucking Kyle and receiving the pleasure of it, but also from knowing Greg's presence being there. Pure instinct sets in as he slips into protection mode. He would do anything to shield his image not to mention Kyle's, making a mental note he would take care of Greg later.
Miguel growls low and deep until it becomes a full blown roar all the while feeling an orgasm more intense than ever before. He throws his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside Kyle and it erupts, coating his insides with his hot molten seed. Kyle screams along with him feeling the intensity of Miguel's orgasm as it shoots right through causing him to shoot his load across his chest and stomach.
Greg hadn't realized his own cock was throbbing hard and he shot a load in his shorts. Once Miguel collapsed on top of Kyle, Greg finally came to his senses. He quickly moved to the trellis, climbed down and ran.
Greg had been on his morning run and it just happened that Kyle's house was along his route. He decided to do some snooping around while he had the chance. He climbed the trellis to the balcony outside Kyle's room. Hearing the sound of sex coming from inside, Greg takes the opportunity to peek through the window and stands there in disbelief and shock of what he was seeing.
Greg did not stop running untill he reached the front door of his apartment. He threw open the door, then slamming it shut as he threw his back against it. He was out of breath, breathing heavily as he ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, shocked and appalled at what he witnessed. He could not get the image of his best friend being majorly fucked by Miguel and couldn't help but being aroused by the whole thing. What was even more disturbing was the devious trance like look he was getting from Miguel. There was something about that man he didn't like and couldn't didn't trust.
An hour later Greg was in the office and sitting at his desk when Kyle came waltzing through the doors. Kyle was his effervescent cheerful self while greeting everyone and moving towards him as Kyle had to pass Greg's desk to get to his.
"Good morning Greg," Kyle said ever so brightly.
"Uh, yeah good morning," Greg said coolly, not looking up. He could not bear to look into Kyle's eyes, knowing what he had witnessed.
"Bad morning, Greg?" Kyle asked, concerned.
"Nothing to worry your pretty little head about," Greg replied. "I have a shitload of paperwork to get done. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."
"Sure thing," Kyle said and went to his desk which was across from Greg's and sat down. "Just be glad it's Friday, Greg. The weekend is upon us."
"Yeah, I guess so," Greg said, still keeping his head down and with a pen in hand.
Kyle seemed curious as to why Greg was being so unfriendly. He didn't remember doing anything to upset him, after all they were good friends. He shrugged it off and guessed it to be a long week for him.
The day seemed to go by quickly and Kyle couldn't wait to get home for an awesome weekend with Miguel. He worked diligently and effectively. He hadn't taken a lunch and worked through until he was caught up on two week's worth of tax claims that had stacked up on his desk while he was away.
He was filling out the last form when he looked at the clock and it was ten minutes to four o 'clock, quitting time. He had just placed the last form on the stack he had finished when the phone rang and he picked it up on the second ring.
"Hello, Kyle Grant speaking how may I help you?"
"Mr. Grant, this is Daniel Wilkes from Destin National Bank. Would it be possible for you to stop by after work to discuss a financial matter?"
"What is this in regards to Mr. Wilkes?" Kyle asked, confused as to why the bank would be calling him.
"I would rather wait untill you get here to discuss the matter," Daniel replied.
"Fine. I will be leaving here shortly and will be right over," Kyle said as he placed the receiver back onto the handset.
He let out a sigh as he sat back in his chair rubbing his head, and wondering what could be going on at the bank and what he had to do with it.
"Something wrong, Kyle?" Greg asked, concerned.
"I sure as hell hope not," he answered as he grabbed his brief case and his blazer off the back of his chair. "Something's going on down at the bank and I have to get down there."
Just before he passed Greg's desk, he stopped and looked straight at him. "Hey, I don't know what I did for you to treat me so unkind this morning. I thought we were friends."
"We are friends, Kyle. I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't get much sleep last night and it made me a little cranky," Greg lied. He couldn't tell him he was spying on him and watching what he and Miguel were doing.
"Oh. Well next time if you have a problem, let's talk about it okay bud?" Kyle said with an apologetic look and smiled.
"Sure thing," Greg answered.
"Okay, I gotta run. Catch ya later," Kyle spoke and he was out the door.
Fifteen minutes later Kyle was walking into the bank and was met by Daniel Wilkes. They shook hands as Kyle spoke up.
"Okay, I am here now Mr. Wilkes. What is so important that I had to come here?"
"If you will come into my office I will discuss it," Daniel said as Kyle followed him into his office, Daniel ushered him in quietly and shut the door behind them.
The bank manager offered him a seat and then proceeded to explain to Kyle that just that week, Theresa had withdrawn a large sum of cash from his personal savings account. She was not to have access to but somehow managed to forge Kyle's signature.
Kyle became extremely irate when he found out she had withdrawn fifty thousand dollars. He immediately put a block on the account so no more money would be withdrawn. It was obvious to the bank manager that Kyle had no clue that his wife had taken a sizable sum of money from him and he wanted to call the police and have her arrested.
"That won't be necessary Mr. Wilkes. Allow me to get to the bottom of this and then I will have her arrested myself," Kyle explained. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention," Kyle said, as he stood up, shook Daniel's hand and left the bank.
On his way home, the more Kyle thought about what Theresa had done, the angrier he became. He couldn't believe that she would stoop so low as to steal from him, her own husband. He arrived home in less time then he thought he would, but then again the angrier he became the harder he pressed his foot to the accelerator. Surprisingly enough, there were no patrolmen in the area to pull him over. Once in the driveway, he jammed the vehicle in park and got out. He slammed the front door as he went inside.
"Hey there my man, it's about time you got home," Miguel said with a big smile. "You're running a little late getting home."
Kyle ignored him and went straight to the phone and called his lawyer. He demanded divorce papers be filed right away and slammed the phone down.
"I'm going to kill that bitch," Kyle yelled, infuriated as he shook with anger.
"Calm down," Miguel said and went to him. "What the hell is going on?"
"Terri somehow got into my account and stole fifty thousand dollars from me," he yelled. "That was half my life savings."
"What?" Miguel said with a shocked expression. He was completely unaware of the amount of money that Kyle had made over the years.
"Yeah," Kyle blurted out. "What am I going to do?"
"First you are going to calm yourself down while I get you something to drink," Miguel replied.
"I don't want a damn drink," he yelled.
Then Kyle had a thought and it made him sick to his stomach.
"Oh God. She had to be in town and at the bank in order to withdraw that large amount. That means she was here. What if she was here at the house and saw us together?"
Instantly Kyle felt sick to his stomach and sat down at the table, feeling an incredible pain of remorse over his newfound happiness. Even Miguel was thinking about how she could have found out about them and the only person he could come up with was Greg Barnes. He is a sneaky little bastard, Miguel thought. Anger consumed him the more he thought about Greg spying on them and vowed he was going to get that son-of-bitch.
"It's all my fault. I did this," Kyle said, feeling guilty. "This is what I get for finding happiness with you. She knows about us now."
"This is not your fault," Miguel raised his voice at him. "Get that damn thought out of your fucking head right now. I won't have you talking shit like that."
"What am I suppose to do then? And why are you so angry? This didn't happen to you. It happened to me," Kyle said.
"Listen to me. What happens to you now affects me. I have no intentions of giving you up for anyone or anything." He shakes his finger at Kyle. "You and me, we're together now and that's how it's going to be from now on. I am not giving you up without a fight."
"But . . ." Kyle started to speak.
"No buts," Miguel interrupted.
Miguel tries not to show how upset he is with Kyle for saying such nonsense and finds his anger building up. He forced himself to keep calm, realizing how upset Kyle was and couldn't blame him, but he would not hear of any more talk of remorse and guilt. The wheels in Miguel's head were rolling as he thought of ways to seek revenge on Theresa.
"This has nothing to do with what we did. She caused this mess, not you," Miguel angrily said, trying to show Kyle how wrong he was for saying what he did.
"What we have here is far better than what you had with her. You deserve this happiness. It is not your fault, man. We love each other and that's what matters the most. Don't give up on us just because she took some money."
"You're right," Kyle sighed hard, and had calmed down. "I know she is having an affair but with whom I do not know. I'm just wondering if whoever it is they are working together to bring me down and take everything that I worked hard for."
"That could be a possibility," Miguel thought. "Listen to me babe, nothing bad is going to happen to you, not while I am around. You are going to fight this and I am going to be right there with you. I promise you that."
"I don't know where she is or what she's up to but I have to find out," Kyle demanded. "I can't let on I know anything right now. I am going to have to hire a P.I. and find out where she is."
"Let me handle the P.I.," Miguel says to him. "I know the perfect guy for the job. He is a good friend of mine, so I will take care of this for you."
"When can I meet him? I want to get started on this right away," Kyle urged him.
"Kyle, - I said I am going to take care of this for you," Miguel shot back, stressing the importance of his word and not to doubt him. "I will hire the private investigator. It's the least I can do."
"But . . .," Kyle relented.
"No buts," Miguel said quickly and cutting him off.
"All right, we'll do it your way. Just let me know what he finds out, please?" Kyle begged.
"Don't worry, he will. I'm sure he will," Miguel assures him.
"What's his name? Is he from around here?" Kyle asked.
"His name is Jose' and no he is not from around here," Miguel answered him.
"Will you call him now please," Kyle urged him. "I want to settle this as soon as possible."
"Sure, anything for you," Miguel says as he pulls out his cell phone. "Stay here and relax, I'm going outside to call. I have no connection in here."
Miguel steps out on the deck near the swimming pool as Kyle listens to him speaking on the phone, hoping the man will take the job. It wasn't long 'till Miguel came back inside.
"He said he'll do it," Miguel said, giving Kyle a reassuring smile. "Once I give him everything he needs to know he will get started."
"Great," Kyle said leaping to his feet and looping his arms around Miguel's neck. "What would I do without you? You're the greatest," and he kissed him.
Miguel pulled Kyle in for a deeper kiss and pulled him down onto the cold ceramic kitchen floor where they ended up making love. Kyle noticed Miguel was more loving and more intimate than he was that morning. There were tender moments while camping when they would actually make love and not just have sex. There was something about Miguel that morning that was wild. It was as if Miguel was staking his claim on what was his and he loved it when they would share intimacy and tenderness.
That evening, Kyle made sure he had given all the information Miguel needed to hand over to the P.I. They discussed what they wanted him to do. All Kyle wanted was to get his money back with no one getting hurt in the process and put Theresa behind bars.
They were sitting down for dinner as they continued their conversation.
"And you're sure I can trust this guy?" Kyle asked.
"Don't second guess me when I told you from the beginning," Miguel barked. "I'm telling you the guy is legit. He knows what he's doing."
"I'm sorry," Kyle said, cuddling up closer to Miguel. "I didn't mean to doubt you. It's just I want to do this right without anyone getting hurt."
"Let the P.I. do his job first and find out what he can," Miguel said.
"All right," Kyle agreed.
Just then Miguel's cell phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket too see who was calling and then answered it on the third ring. His expression became worried and he spoke quietly on the phone and then said good bye.
"Everything okay, Miguel," Kyle asked, seeing the worried look on his face.
"Nothing for you to worry about, but I do need to ask for some time off. Once I give Jose' the information he needs, I have to head home to Albuquerque on a personal matter, my father's ill. I don't know how long I will be gone," Miguel had said.
"Would you like me to come with you?" Kyle asked, concerned for his lover.
"No, you just got back to work, besides I need to do this on my own," Miguel said. "I will be leaving early in the morning."
"How long will you be gone?"
"I'm not sure yet. It may be a few weeks but not to worry I will call you every day. I promise," Miguel said.
"Several weeks?" Kyle said, almost pouting, not wanting to be away from Miguel that long.
After dinner, Kyle cleaned the dishes while Miguel went to find a movie to watch. Kyle finished and was heading into the living room where he found Miguel sitting on the sofa.
"Come here," Miguel said, holding out his arms to him.
On the sofa, Miguel drew Kyle down beside him and pulled him into his arms. For as masculine as Kyle was, he found solace and comfort in Miguel's muscular arms. He was coming to terms with his sexuality more and more each day as he allowed himself to fall harder for the domineering man Miguel Hernandez was. He was hopelessly in love with the man.
Kyle was leaning against Miguel in the crook of his arm, feeling the warmth of his body. Miguel had an arm around him, holding him close while with the other hand he softly caressed Kyle's face. Their eyes met as Kyle gazed deeply into Miguel's captivating dark blue twinkling eyes as they smiled lovingly at him.
"I won't be gone that long," Miguel whispered. "I'll be home with you before you even realized you missed me."
"Well since you put it that way," Kyle said, smiling into his eyes. "I guess I can get along without you for a short time."
"What are you thinking about?" Kyle wondered, noticing Miguel was deep in thought.
"I was just thinking how much I'm going to miss you, how much I want to kiss you right now." Miguel's voice turned soft, seductive. He moved closer, their lips barely touching.
"What's stopping you?" Kyle whispered low, staring deep into his deep ocean blue eyes.
Miguel had such an incredible mouth as he kissed Kyle. Every time Miguel kissed him, Kyle always felt that spark of electrifying pleasure that instantly had him soaring off his feet and flying high above the clouds.
Kyle was falling more for Miguel's charm and dominant ways, he hadn't realized he was losing control of the man he used to be. He once was self reliant, always in charge, never backing down from anything. Now he was more submissive and less controlling. For the first time in his life Kyle felt carefree, lighthearted, and lively as he thoughtlessly handed over the reins to Miguel who happily and gratefully was taking complete and utter control.
The kiss was lingering, slow, and wet while Kyle freed his mind of thought and let sensuality pull him into its lair, following Miguel's lead and immersing himself in the texture and taste of him. Miguel pushed him down onto the sofa, stretching out on his side, drawing Kyle closer to him. The cushion gave and Kyle rolled lightly against him. They took the sweetest of time, exchanging such a passionate kiss that lingered on . . . and on . . . and on.
"Let's go upstairs," Miguel suggested as he pushed himself off Kyle and pulling him to his feet.
They made their way up the stairs hand in hand and into the master bedroom. At the foot of the bed they were kissing, petting each other while there clothes dropped to the floor and they were standing naked. Being the taller of the two, Miguel turned and kissed Kyle, dipping his knees and circling Kyle's waist with both arms, then lifting him off his feet and transporting him to the king size bed.
"Mmmmm, Miguel," Kyle whispered, as Miguel came down upon him. "I want . . ."
Miguel's mouth cut off Kyle's words as their kiss deepened and their hands went directly to the objects of their desire. Between them, Miguel reached down and guided his already stiffened cock to Kyle's puckered anal ring and gave a slight push. It slides in easily and completely as Kyle feels the massive member begin to piston in and out. They kiss with tenderness tempering lust as they take their time in making love.
Kyle crooked an arm around Miguel's neck, holding his head in place as he felt Miguel's hot breath and lips against his neck as they caress each other. A soft moan issues from his throat as he feels Miguel moving within him. He stroked Miguel's legs, moving a wide spread hand to his hips, then to the soft furry round globes of ass cheeks and up his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his touch.
They embraced, holding on to each other as their bodies rocked back in forth while Miguel moved with steady rhythmic thrusts in and out of Kyle. Every inward stroke was forcing the pair of them closer and closer to their climax. Grunts, groans, and heavy breathing issued from their throats as the friction between them was so intense and gratifying as they moaned with pleasure.
Kyle held onto Miguel, his arms and legs wrapped securely around Miguel. He tore his mouth from Miguel's, throwing his head back and crying out, caught in an intense climax. His body shook and shuddered while the friction his cock felt between them was too unbearable, too breathtaking and he shot his load between their sweaty bodies.
When Miguel came, he shuddered and collapsed, like a craft running aground, falling upon Kyle. Kyle collected his thick bulk in both his arms and laced his fingers into his hair, finding his skull damp. The scent of him came from was cosmetics and a warm scalp. Kyle ran his nails over Miguel's head again and again, slowly, and Miguel shivered once with his face out of sight above his shoulder.
When Miguel's pulse had slowed and his breathing evened, he lifted his head from above Kyle's shoulder, staring into his eyes. He gave a slight smile, dipped his head and kissed him tenderly.
"I love you so much, Kyle," Miguel whispered against his lips.
"I love you too, Miguel," Kyle replied.
He caught Kyle behind one knee with his heel and rolled them to their sides. He found a pillow and stuffed it beneath their heads, then for a long serene time they stared long into each other's eyes.
They closed their eyes for a while and rested, neither of them in a hurry to disjoin, enjoying the warmth of afterlove and the feeling of each other's bodies against one another. Kyle thought about how things had changed for him in the past few weeks, how much Miguel meant to him, and how he had fallen for him. Miguel thought about Kyle, wondering the same thing, vowing he would do anything to keep Kyle in his life no matter the consequences.
Eventually they fell asleep in each other's arms.