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Wish Upon a Comet Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2023-01-24 16:41:16 +0000 UTCI know most of you don’t care about this story at all, but at least it’s something. I have two more chapters for this left in the tank and then I don’t think I’ll continue it.
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Ryder grabbed my hair and gently tugged it back, making me moan. Fuck, he was really getting into this! His mouth trailed to my neck and he started kissing and licking the sensitive flesh. My toes curled as Ryder worked his lips on me. Suddenly, a sharp pinch on my neck! I yelped in shock and Ryder looked up at me, grinning like a devil. He grabbed my waist and roughly turned me over, so I was on my back and he was on top of me. I whimpered at the sudden show of force, always impressed by Ryder’s muscles and athleticism.
“You make the cutest noises, Jeremy.” Ryder said, then began to attack my mouth with his lips again. He swiped his tongue over my lips and I parted them slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue inside. Before long, we were wrestling in tongues, while I was breathing him in deep. I involuntarily made a strange noise, like a mixture of a moan and a whimper, as Ryder kissed me passionately. Clearly, he loved kissing me.
“I love kissing you.” Ryder had pulled away and came up for air, catching his breath. My heart fluttered, and my pants stirred, at this sexy muscle God on top of me, the subject of my fantasies since I was in middle school, my best friend in the whole world.
After what felt like hours of Ryder’s tongue in my mouth, Ryder’s teeth biting my lips, Ryder’s lips pressed against mine, my mouth was starting to get sore and numb.
Ryder swooped back down for another kiss, but the numb tingle in my lips told me I needed to take a break. “Ry, let’s chill out for a sec. This is a lot, y’know?”
Ryder looked at me with those big brown puppy dog eyes. “But I love kissing you Jeremy. I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?”
Who was I to deny my best friend what he wanted? So I just licked my lips and gave a slight nod, before Ryder dove back in and resumed our intense makeout session.
I whimpered again as Ryder pressed his groin against mine. If I had any doubt about his feelings towards me, they were completely gone now. The physical reactions couldn’t be faked. Ryder wanted me. Ryder wanted me.
He pulled away again, a look of contentment on his face. He smiled at me affectionately. The way he looked at me… it was so intense I shivered a little. The night air had turned chilly and I was only dressed in a t-shirt.
“Jer, are you cold? Here.” Ryder pulled off his jacket and looped it around my back so I could put my own arms through. His jacket felt so cozy and warm, but also it smelled like him, and there was no way I was going to calm down with Ryder’s smell in my nose. I let out another satisfied moan.
“There, better?” Ryder smirked, clearly aware of exactly how much better I was. I could only nod.
“Why don’t we head back? Get you some place warm.” Those words seemed innocent, but the way Ryder said them was dripping with innuendo. I could only blush and nod again. I was still so overtaken I could only clutch my arms around my chest.
Ryder smirked and bent down, his arm going around my waist and my neck, then lifted me up like I weighed nothing. Granted, I did only weigh 120 pounds soaking wet, but still. My arms went around his neck to stabilize myself as he carried me back to the car. He fumbled with his hand around my waist to try and open the car door. I didn’t think he would drop me, but there wasn’t much reason for him to struggle.
“Ry, this is embarrassing. Let me down.” Ryder nodded and gently put me back on my feet. I couldn’t believe he carried me like that, like I was a princess or something. I felt special, even if I was a bit mortified. I glanced in both directions to make sure nobody was watching. The beach was abandoned, likely because it was technically closed this late.
I realized my arms were still around Ryder’s neck. I looked up at Ryder and gulped. His brown eyes were searching, as if begging me for permission.
“Okay, a little bit more.” Before I could barely finish that sentence, Ryder was on me again, pushing me against the car door, hands on my waist and then going lower to- WOAH THERE!
Ryder’s hands. His hands were on my ASS. And he was squeezing my butt and like, really into it, and oh my god. He pressed his hips against mine, and started to grind on me a little.
“Stop, stop!” This was getting to be a bit too much. I was feeling lightheaded.
“You’re overwhelmed.” Ryder said, full of understanding. I didn’t even need to nod.
Ryder opened the car door for me and I sank down into my seat. He joined me in the car from his side, then turned the key in the ignition and cranked up the heat.
“Now, let’s get you warm.” He leaned towards me, and I thought he was going to kiss me again, but he just pulled me into a tight embrace, his strong arms on my body. I felt so good, and protected, I never wanted this to end.
Ryder kept hugging me, and hugging me, for what felt like ages. At first it was nice, but I started to feel a bit smothered and too hot. The heat had come on for a while, so there was no more reason for Ryder to warm me up like this.
“Hey, Ry, can you, uh, let me go?” Ryder released his hold, then sheepishly leaned back into his own seat, muttering a little sorry under his breath.
Ryder put his hand in between our seats and wiggled his fingers. I grasped his hand and felt a wave of calm wash over me. Everything was ok. Ryder said he loved me. Ryder kissed me. I knew that my anxiety wasn’t going to go away completely, but I repeated those two sentences in my head over and over to try and keep it at bay. Ryder said he loved me. Ryder kissed me. That actually happened.
“You’re so cute when you worry.”
“Ryder, stop it. I can’t handle it when you talk like that.” I hugged my arms to my chest, feeling suddenly self-conscious as Ryder looked at me, and kept looking at me, sneaking little glances my way as he drove. Luckily there weren’t that many cars on the road.
It was nice. Nice but strange. Ryder wasn’t really acting like himself. Well, he was still attentive, generous and kind. But he never looked at me that way before, he never held my hand before (well, not since we were kids), he never kissed me before. Was this how Ryder was with whoever he was dating? I tried to think about his dating history; a subject that has already taken up way too much space in my brain.
My head was totally swimming, I was still half convinced I was in some kind of fever dream. Maybe I was dying and this was my brain playing tricks on me as my body laid in a vegetative state? I pretended to doze off because I couldn’t bear Ryder’s looks of affection, and… lust.
The ride home was mostly silent, Ryder’s hand clasped in mine, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. Finally, Ryder pulled into my driveway, like he’s done many times before.
“Wake up, Jer, we’re home.” I continued my charade, pretending to stir and groggily straighten in my seat. Ryder got out of his side of the door, half-jogged to open my door, and held his hand out to help me to my feet. Ryder’s never done that before either. Or walked me to my front door.
The porch light in front of my front door shone down in us, a curtain of light in darkness. Ryder’s hands went to my waist, and he pulled me closer into him, nuzzling my neck, then licking it.
“I had fun tonight.” Ryder’s lips brushed against my ear as he murmured, kissing it gently, then licking my earlobe sensually. The grip on my waist tightened and I felt Ryder’s body pressed against me.
“Ry, I-MMMF” Before I could even finish my sentence, Ryder was on me again. Lips mashing, hands roaming all over my body, feeling his hardness pressing into mine. We were practically dry humping on my front porch, and I became suddenly aware of the possibility that someone could be watching us.
I pulled away (Ryder whimpering again) and looked down the neighborhood to see if anyone was out, walking their dog or something. Nobody was there, which made sense because it was so late. The lights weren’t on inside my house, so my parents were probably already asleep.
I wasn’t ready to come out to my parents. I wanted to come out to Ryder first, which technically I did do, but it was supposed to be a gradual process. Ryder always told me to “rip the band-aid off”, but I was more a “slowly, excruciatingly peel the bandaid while gritting your teeth” type person. I couldn’t help it.
I pressed my hands on his chest (oh my god his PECS) and gently pushed, leaning back to get some air. Ryder huffed and chuckled at me a bit, then dove back in towards me. I flicked my neck to avoid him, his eyebrows bunching together in confusion and disappointment. I felt bad I had made a fuss about it, but I tried to quickly explain where my head was at.
“Ryder, I’m not, ah, ready for them. My parents, I mean. To find out about me. Us. No, me. Well, and us.” My eyes were darting through the windows in my front door, looking for signs that my parents might still be awake. Their curiosity could lead them to check if we were home yet, and then they would discover everything. I hadn’t come out to my parents yet, and this was not how I wanted it to happen.
“Don’t worry. We’ll tell them together, when you’re ready.” Ryder’s gravelly, deep voice was soothing me, like he’s done many times before talking me down from a panic attack or anxiety spiral. Ryder dove back in for another kiss, but I quickly turned my head so his lips made contact with my cheek instead.
“Sorry. I should have asked first.” Ryder said again, looking at the ground. God, how was he so cute?
“N-no, it’s okay, sorry. I really liked it, okay? I definitely want to do it again. Er, I mean-”
A wicked grin flashed on Ryder’s face. “So why don’t we? Sleepover?” He waggled his eyebrows at me suggestively and my eyes bugged out. I shuffled my feet, trying to decide if it’s a good idea or not.
“Come on, you usually sleep over on Fridays anyways. I know it’s late, but we can fire up a horror movie and cuddle.”
Ryder wanted to cuddle. With me? God, how could I say no?
Comments
Tender and hot.
Commander Proton
i absolutely love this
Loved!
B87
I care.
