Pierced

"Um..." Kyle looked uncertain.

"Even if you do decide to transfer, that will take some time, and you need a shower, like, yesterday dude."

Kyle sniffed his armpit and grimaced. "Yeah, I do."

"Okay, I'll go get my bathroom things and meet you there."

Kyle's eyes widened and he drew in a sharp breath. "Not tonight," he said quickly. "I ... I've got stuff to do."

Paul eyed him skeptically. He didn't believe Kyle was going anywhere, that was for sure, but he didn't want to challenge him. If he needed another day, fine.

"Okay. Tomorrow night then. I don't have time until later in the day."

"Yes. Tomorrow evening is good."

"Do you want me to call you after dinner or just come by?"

"I'll give you my number."

They exchanged numbers, and then, not having an excuse to linger, Paul said good-bye.

No sooner had he left Kyle's room than the memory of the kiss slammed into him and he found himself panting with desire. Shit! I'm definitely gay and definitely have the major hots for Kyle. What the hell am I going to do?

****

"R u coming?" Paul typed into his phone. The tile floor was cold on his bare feet and he wanted to hop into a warm shower, but he was waiting for Kyle to get there first. They had agreed to meet at eight in the shower area. He had brought his phone with him, which he usually didn't do, but he thought that Kyle might try to skip out and wanted to be able to reach him. Kyle was ten minutes late.

"brt," was Kyle's response. Cool. He's coming. I don't have to go track him down.

Paul's thoughts had been in a whirl all day, bouncing back forth between worry over Kyle's mental state, and excitement and dread over what he'd discovered about himself. He knew he wanted to see more of Kyle. He definitely wanted to kiss him again, but he was terrified of the potential consequences of starting a relationship with him. What if his teammates found out? Would he be kicked off the team? He didn't think they could do that legally, but they could make his so life miserable that he wouldn't want to stay. He wasn't major-league material, but he loved football. It was his life.

And what if his parents found out? How would they react? He had a close relationship with them, but they were quite conservative. They went to church every Sunday. He really had no idea how he would tell them or what they would do or say.

He'd stewed over possible scenarios until he'd gotten so stressed out that he'd come to the conclusion that the only sensible course of action was to not see Kyle again. However, that solution felt completely unacceptable. It felt wrong—so wrong that when he thought about shunning Kyle it physically hurt, causing an ache deep in his chest. Kyle needed him, and he needed Kyle too.

Every time he remembered the toe-curling kiss he'd shared with Kyle, his body flushed hot and cold. He wanted more. He needed more. This was the most alive he'd ever felt. He'd just have to figure out how to keep their relationship on the down low. He had to convince Kyle that he was worth having even if they had to hide. As he sat on the bench in the changing cubicle, his stomach churned into butter.

He heard flip flops slapping in the shower area, and he poked his head out. Kyle was coming toward him wearing shorts and a t-shirt and carrying his bathroom bag and a towel. His eyes looked over-large and his face was pale. When he saw Paul he gave him a small, forced smile.

"Hey, glad you made it," Paul said.

"Yeah, thanks for being here. I feel like kind of a wuss."

"You can't even think that. You're definitely not a wuss."

Kyle walked past him and entered the next stall. Paul pulled his curtain closed and slipped out of his shorts and t-shirt. Starting the water up in his shower, he shivered while he waited for it to warm then gratefully stepped under the spray.

He'd finished shampooing and rinsing his hair when he realized that he didn't hear Kyle's shower running. He cocked his head and listened carefully. There was definitely only one shower running. He stepped out and grabbed his towel, using it to dry off his face and then wrapping it around his waist. "Kyle?" he called just loud enough to be heard.

There was no answer, and he wondered if Kyle had chickened out and left while he was showering. He cursed himself for not making sure his friend was doing okay before taking care of himself. He stepped out of his changing stall and stood in front of Kyle's. "Kyle?" he called again softly.

"Yeah," Kyle responded. His voice sounded odd. Strained.

"Can ... can I come in?" Paul moved the curtain aside even as he asked the question. Kyle was huddled on the bench with his knees pulled up to his chest. He was still wearing his clothes. He looked miserable and frightened.

"Oh, Kyle! Come here," Paul said, stepping up to the other man and urging him to his feet with a firm hand under his arm. Kyle stood without resistance and Paul pulled him into a hug. Kyle started to shake.

"I'm sorry," Kyle said, "I'm such an idiot." He clung tightly to Paul, hiding his face in Paul's shoulder.

"Shhhh. No, you're not. This is perfectly understandable." Paul stroked Kyle's back soothingly. It suddenly struck him that they were in the cube where Kyle had been attacked. "We probably should have put you in a different stall." Still keeping one arm around Kyle, he grabbed the other man's towel and bathroom bag. "Come on."

His arm around Kyle's waist, he led the shivering man out of the end cubicle and into the one he was using. "Here. I'll be right here with you. It'll be okay."

The water was still running in his shower. Clouds of steam rose up off the tile floor, dampening their skin.

Kyle looked up at him and took a deep breath. The fear in his expressive brown eyes seemed to melt away. The tension left his shoulders. His gaze travelled down Paul's chest and his eyes widened slightly. He reached out a hand and placed it on Paul's hip, running a thumb back and forth across his stomach.

Paul shivered with the touch, but tried to focus on Kyle. "You okay now?"

Kyle nodded and then gave Paul a tentative smile. "Your abs are amazing, you know that?"

Paul wasn't sure how to respond to that comment. He'd gotten similar complements from girls and they always made him uncomfortable. Hearing this from Kyle caused his heart to thud happily.

He turned his attention to taking care of Kyle. He was standing close enough to smell, and although Paul liked the scent of fresh man-sweat, stale man-sweat was not one of his favorites. "Let's get you in the shower," he said, reaching for the hem on Kyle's shirt.

Kyle helped, pulling the shirt off over his head.

Paul couldn't help but peruse Kyle's bare chest. He looked thinner than he had been ten days earlier, but his skin was pale and flawless and his nipples stood out in dark peaks. A treasure trail of sparse dark hair ran from below his belly button into his shorts. His hips were narrow and his stomach was flat. Paul's mouth went dry. Kyle was exquisite.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Kyle asked the corners of his mouth pulling up in a small, teasing smile. He had apparently noticed Paul's appreciation of his form.

Paul blushed. "No, it's probably not a good idea. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's a bad idea."

"I like being bad," Kyle responded, and as if to prove that were true, he slipped off his shorts and underwear in one quick movement.

Paul quickly averted his eyes. This was not supposed to be sexual. He was supposed to be helping Kyle.

"I've healed up really well," Kyle said. At that comment Paul glanced at him curiously and automatically followed Kyle's gaze down to his cock. He was holding it out, apparently to show Paul the small purplish scar where his Prince Albert had been.

Paul blanched as he looked at Kyle's healed wound, but he couldn't help but notice that his circumcised cock was half hard. It was a lovely, dusky color with a perfectly shaped mushroom head, and as Paul watched it visibly plumped and lengthened.

Oh God! Paul swallowed and tore his gaze away. His own cock was hard already and tenting his towel. He turned his back on Kyle in embarrassment, and he heard Kyle chuckle softly as he stepped under the shower spray.

Paul stood facing away from him and taking deep breaths, trying to get his libido under control. It didn't help that Kyle let out a long low groan and drawled in a sultry voice, "This feels so good."

A few moments later Kyle said, "You look cold. Come in here with me." Paul felt Kyle's wet hand on his arm, tugging him toward the shower. He stumbled forward, caught himself on the threshold, and found himself looking into Kyle's teasing eyes. There were flecks of gold and green mixed in with the brown.

"You'd better take off your towel before it gets wet," Kyle said.

Paul glanced down. The bottom of his towel was indeed getting wet in the spray, but what mortified him was that his hard cock was clearly visible under the towel. Then he caught sight of Kyle's cock. It was fully engorged, long and slender and curving slightly to the left.

Oh God!

"Come on, get in," Kyle whispered. "I need some help." Kyle's arm was still on Paul's and he tugged again, urging Paul into the shower. With a silent groan of surrender, Paul yanked off his towel and tossed it onto the bench. Then he was under the warm spray standing inches away from Kyle's naked wetness. He felt dizzy. His brain promptly melted and ran out through the drain at his feet.

Kyle was holding his hand and smiling up at him with those gorgeous lips. Paul did what came naturally, what he'd been thinking about doing all day, and bent over to kiss Kyle. Their lips met with a crush, and then Kyle was in his arms and his hands were running over smooth, wet skin. Kyle's tongue swept into his mouth and he sucked on it, delighting in the unrestrained groan that he drew from Kyle.

He felt Kyle's hands on his ass, squeezing and urging him more tightly against him. He gasped as he felt Kyle's hard shaft rub against his. His knees went weak, and he pushed Kyle against the wall of the shower to give them something to lean against. His tongue invaded Kyle's hot mouth and his hips pushed forward into Kyle's starting up a rhythm. Apparently his body didn't need a brain to direct it. Their cocks rubbed together in a delicious dance of ecstasy as Kyle met his thrusts.

He was spiraling, spiraling ... too out of control to even realize he was out of control. Someone was moaning long and low and someone else was begging, "Oh, please ... please," in a desperate whisper. As he felt his balls tightening he realized he was the one begging, but he was too far gone to even be embarrassed. Then Kyle grabbed both their shafts in one of his hands and started to stroke. It was all over for Paul then. He buried his scream in Kyle's wet hair as his body convulsed, slamming against Kyle's.

The orgasm surged up his spine and down his limbs with scorching speed, burning everything in its wake. He felt like he was spontaneously combusting. Heat burst from his cock in a raging torrent. When his body and brain were finally reunited, battered and shaken, he became aware that Kyle was still pumping their cocks, breathing raggedly, his body rigid. Paul's cock was too sensitive and he started to pull away, but then caught sight of Kyle's face and his own discomfort was forgotten.

Kyle's head was thrown back and his eyes were slits. His lips parted and Paul heard his breath panting in and out. Then he caught his lower lip between his teeth as his face scrunched in ecstasy. A long low moan escaped him as his hips thrust forward into his hand and Paul felt his hot seed splashing onto his lower abdomen and cock. Paul had never seen one of his lovers orgasm and the experience was ethereal. At that moment Kyle was the most beautiful, powerful creature in the world, and Paul became his slave. He would sell his soul to have that perfect moment again.

Then they were hugging and panting and Kyle started to laugh, but quietly. Paul grinned and nuzzled the side of his neck, then kissed up his jawline as his hand came out and held Kyle's head in place. His lips found Kyle's and they kissed again passionately, but they had to break apart to gasp for air all too soon. They were both still out of breath.

"I'm sorry. I hope you're not upset about that. I ... I got carried away," Kyle said.

"No. I'm not upset. Overwhelmed maybe, but in a good way."

"Good, I was worried you'd be mad."

"Why would I be mad?" Paul pulled a little away from Kyle and studied his face. Kyle looked happy. Happier than Paul had yet seen him. Warmth crept through his chest and he smiled.

"Well, because I seduced you. You obviously haven't done this before and I probably pushed you into something you didn't want." Kyle looked away, his face flushing in shame.

"Hey!" Paul put his fingers on Kyle's chin and gently turned his face back to look at him. "I did want this. I'm fine with this. I want this and so much more." Kyle's eyes widened and Paul pressed a kiss onto his sensuous lips, nipping playfully at the bottom one. Then he thought about what Kyle had just said and pulled back.

"Did you plan this whole thing?" he asked in astonishment. "I mean, were you faking being afraid?"

Kyle looked startled for a fraction of a second, and then his eyes turned bitter. "No. No, that wasn't just an act. The fear was real." He shuddered and Paul gathered him more tightly into his arms. "It's just, as soon as I was in here with you, and you were wearing nothing but a towel, and your chest and arms are so ... and your stomach..." He paused and grinned up at Paul. "Let's just say you were the perfect distraction. I completely forgot I was afraid, and starting focusing on how to get my hands on your gorgeous tool."

"You can handle my tool anytime," Paul said in a low voice, bumping his hip gently into Kyle's. That action caused both of them to gasp. Paul felt a twinge in his balls as his cock started to fill again.

"I think I'd better get cleaned up before something else happens," Kyle said with a small laugh.

While Kyle was pouring shampoo into his hand, something else occurred to Paul. "Was it that obvious that I've never done this before?"

Kyle smiled at him. "No. You were great—very turned on, which was a turn-on for me as well. It's just the things you said yesterday about never having acted on your attraction to men before ... I assumed you'd never done this with a guy, until now."

"Yes, you're right. And I've got lost time to make up for." Paul smiled as he pumped some body soap onto this palm and slid it across Kyle's bare torso. Kyle's hands were busy washing his hair, but he shuddered in delight. Paul was in heaven soaping up Kyle's body slowly and sensuously, and by the time he was finished they were both hard again—and he hadn't even touched Kyle's cock or balls.

"So, I think you missed a few spots," Kyle said with a smug grin, wiggling his hips suggestively.

"Uh ... if I go there I think we'll end up ... having sex again and I'm not sure the shower is the best place for that."

"Oh, you're right," Kyle said, sounding disappointed. Then he waggled his eyebrows at Paul. "Do you want to come back to my room?"

At the prospect of being naked and horizontal with a clean, dry Kyle, his cock bobbed and a drop of precum leaked out of his slit.

"I think at least part of me thinks that's an excellent idea," he said with a rueful smile.

"What about the rest of you?"

"Oh, I think the rest of me has been bound and gagged and stuffed into a trunk. My cock is clearly in charge right now. Let's go."

****

Paul floated through the next couple of days in a lustful haze. He'd been infatuated with Kyle before. Now he was positively obsessed. Unfortunately they were both insanely busy. He'd had a game Saturday that Kyle came to, but he hadn't seen him during the game. Just knowing he was watching made him nervous, but as soon as he started playing, his head was in the game. His parents had come to watch as well, and they had taken him to dinner afterwards, so he hadn't seen Kyle.

When Paul got home Saturday night, Kyle had been out with friends, and on Sunday when Paul would have had the time to see him, Kyle was tied up working on a group project.

They had been texting back and forth like crazy, teasing each other to the point where Paul had to be careful where he was when checked his messages, because Kyle seemed to have the ability to make him instantly rock hard.

Their amazing shower had been followed by an equally amazing exchange of blow jobs in Kyle's room. Paul had been pleased to discover that Kyle had cleaned his bedroom, and he'd felt like a blushing virgin when Kyle had led him over to his bed and pushed him down on it. But his nervousness had disappeared the minute Kyle had started to nuzzle his cock through his shorts. It had to have been the shortest blow job in history though, because by the time Kyle pulled his shorts off and started licking him, he'd been so turned on that he didn't last three seconds when Kyle actually started to suck.

He'd insisted on reciprocating. Even though he'd never given a blowjob, he'd imagined it plenty of times. Kyle's cock had been a delight: hard and glistening, but covered in silky skin. He'd traced the veins with his tongue and swirled around the head, delving into his slit to taste his precum. Kyle hadn't held back on his sounds of pleasure, and they had spurred Paul on. It was heady to be able to make someone lose control, and Kyle definitely went under, writhing and moaning. He'd been reduced to begging by the time Paul put his lips around the head of his cock and slid it as far back into his throat as he could. It only took a few bobs before Kyle pulled him off and ejaculated all over his stomach. Paul had been a bit disappointed that Kyle hadn't come in his mouth, but he consoled himself with cleaning off Kyle's stomach with his tongue while listening to Kyle's happy, breathless giggles.

The whole evening had been magical and Paul had been able to think of nothing but Kyle since then. It was Monday now and they had agreed to shower together again that evening. Paul couldn't wait.

They hadn't talked about where they were going with their relationship. Kyle knew he was in the closet, and Paul trusted him not to tell anyone about them. At the same time, he felt guilty for wanting to hide the wonderful thing he and Kyle had started. He told himself it was just for a while. He wasn't sure how long it would be before he felt brave enough to come out to the world, but he knew, for Kyle, he'd do anything. He wasn't saying the "L" word, not even to himself, but in the afterglow of their amazing sex, he'd felt a closeness to Kyle that he'd never felt with anyone before.

"Earth to Paul! Hello!" Dale was suddenly in his face waving his hands.

Paul started and then smiled sheepishly at Dale. "What?"

"You are a thousand miles away, dude. What is going on in that head of yours?" Dale pushed through the door that led to the student café.

Paul followed on his heels, trying to think of what he should tell Dale about his state of mind, if anything. "I'm starving," he said, changing the subject. He jumped in line in front of Dale, grinning at him.

Dale just shook his head, laughing. "I'll figure it out, you know. I'm smarter than I look; I'm not just a dumb jock."

A hot spike of fear flashed through Paul at that statement. Dale would figure it out, he knew, and probably before he was ready. Then his attention went to the food. He got two sandwiches, ham and roast beef, chips, an apple, and a couple of cartons of milk. He hadn't had anything to eat since seven a.m., and it was already twelve-fifteen. As he stood in the queue to show his meal card, he glanced around the room and froze.