Get-Together Summer (6 page)

She took a deep breath. For a moment Simon expected
her to say no, to push him aside and fix her clothes, and and once
again be the same careful Haley he'd always known -- but then she
leaned down, her forehead against his, and wrapped her arms loosely
around his head in a hug. She glanced at the doorway, as if
searching for someone, but Simon pressed himself flatter to the
wall and held his breath, and she looked away without saying
anything.

"It's all right," she mumbled. "I guess. This
once."

Dirk reached to curl his arms around her, holding her
for a long moment, then pulled back, gently unwrapping her arms
from him and placing her hands firmly on the counter top once more.
Simon couldn't see the expression on his face, but from the way
Haley's flush deepened, he imagined it had to be suggestive. "If
you want it, pretty girl, you'll have all you want."

She leaned back on her hands, shoulders still hunched
up, chin lowered nearly to her chest. "What if I said make it
good?"

"I'll always make it good," he said proudly, then
reached to palm her legs open wider. His body was in the way of
being able to see anything, but Haley turned her head slightly
again, biting her lip hard once more.

"Look at how pretty," Dirk crooned, reaching to brush
a finger up between her legs. She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut,
and Dirk reached out to hook his other arm around her waist,
dragging her in a little closer before he began to rub with his
other hand: Simon could see the steady smooth motion of his arm,
and after a moment Haley's hips began to rock, her breath coming in
short sharp pants through her nose. "Fuck, aren't you the prettiest
girl."

She shook her head, but he pressed closer again, and
Simon saw him take the tip of her nipple between his teeth, tugging
it back until she whined, arching towards him, as if in some
attempt to relieve just some of the pressure. He continued pulling
until it slipped from his mouth, then leaned in and this time took
the nipple between his lips, cheeks hollowing a little as he
sucked, still continuing the steady stroking motion of his hand.
Haley whimpered, covering her mouth with one hand, the other
curling into a fist against the counter top.

Finally Dirk pulled away, looking satisfied; Haley's
nipple was wet and red, hard enough to be a small nub amidst a sea
of goosebumps. He brought his hand up, apparently meeting her eyes,
and took his finger -- the same one he'd been teasing her with --
into his mouth, sucking with exaggerated pleasure around it. Haley
half-opened one eye, then squeaked and turned a little further away
from him, shivering.

Dirk pulled his finger from his mouth with a wet pop
and leaned forward. "Can I, baby?"

Simon didn't know what he was asking for, but Haley
apparently did, she rolled her hips and ducked her head, but after
a moment nodded minutely. Dirk leaned to kiss her cheek, the
gesture sweetly chaste, then ducked down, starting a series of
small nipping kisses from her collarbone down to her belly, and
then even lower. Simon half-started forward, his own mouth suddenly
and intensely dry, but managed to stop himself at the last minute.
Even if that was the fantasy that Dirk was weaving for her, he
doubted either of them really would be pleased with his
presence.

As he watched, Dirk tugged both of Haley's legs up,
guiding them to drape over his shoulders. He tilted his head up for
a moment, as if watching her face, then leaned forward and down. At
first he seemed to just remain still -- and then Haley cried out,
sharp and high, her back arching and both of her hands coming to
clutch at Dirk's head, tugging at handfuls of his hair. He moved
almost obediently, allowing her to direct him, but also moving his
head in his own determined pattern, slow and steady. Under the
sounds of Haley's moans, there was a soft wet noise, and Simon
almost groaned himself when he realized.

It was like his dream, he thought again, in a haze
between arousal and panic; like his dream but reversed, with Dirk's
head between Haley's legs and Haley possibly able to see him if she
could focus through her own pleasure ...

Dirk moaned himself after a moment, hitching his
hands around her hips and dragging her in even closer. Haley
half-curled over his head, still whimpering incessantly, her mouth
open and slack and her eyes tightly shut. Her legs curled more
securely around Dirk's head as well, as if to hold him closer.

It didn't take long at all, really; after a few
minutes Haley cried out, her entire body jerking as if shocked, and
tossed her head back in a curtain of pale blonde hair. She remained
like that as if frozen, and Dirk slowly pulled away, audibly
licking his lips.

"Yeah," he purred, sounding all too pleased with
himself. "Just like that, baby."

She began to slump and he straightened, pulling her
more comfortably into his arms. Simon recoiled a little, ready to
flee if they moved or even turned, but to his relief, all he did
was support her, rubbing her back with low soothing words. After a
moment she rallied, petting his back with slow clumsy fingers.

"See," he said. "I made it good for you."

Haley laughed, her voice just faintly rusty, and she
tugged a little on the end of his hair. "Bragging."

"Hell yeah, I'm gonna brag if I do something good."
He reached up to curl a hand behind her neck, tugging her down for
a slow kiss. It merged into a few others, slow and easy, and that
somehow was the harder thing to watch. "Now, if you're gonna be
nice and help me out, that'd be really appreciated ..."

"Maybe I'm too tired now," she said, but she was
smiling, smoothing both of her hands through his hair and then
taking his face in her hands. "Or I'm too hungry to want to do
anything but get dinner started."

"Haley!"

She laughed and kissed him, then slid off the counter
with a small thump. Simon leaned forward again, minutely, watching
as she tucked her hair back behind her ears and knelt down,
reaching to undo Dirk's fly with surprisingly practiced fingers.
How long had the two of them even been doing this? he wondered. In
all their correspondence leading up to this vacation, Haley had
only mentioned Dirk a few times, but with all their ease now, he
had to wonder ...

With a pleased little noise, Haley tugged Dirk's
pants down to just past his hips, pulling his cock free with one
hand. She glanced up at him through her lashes, and though it first
seemed like she was trying for a sultry pout, it quickly dissolved
into a small laugh. He smiled as well, reaching to run a hand
through her hair, the gesture ending with him cupping her cheek,
which she leaned into easily. They held their smiles for a few long
moments, and then Dirk reached to tweak her bangs.

"Baby, I love you, but if you don't do something
soon, I'm not gonna be responsible for my actions."

"How romantic," she said dryly, but leaned up,
stroking his cock briskly. Dirk rolled his hips slowly in time with
her hand, his own eyes half-lidded and heavy, watching eagerly as
she fit her lips around the head and went slowly down. It was
nothing like Simon imagined in the dream, where she'd moved in a
single swift motion: she took her time with it, whether to be a
tease or because of the actual width and girth of Dirk's cock, it
was hard to say. She watched Dirk the whole time, using her free
hand to continue stroking the difference until she'd taken the
whole of it into her mouth. Simon pressed both hands harder to his
mouth now in an attempt to not make any noise.

Haley remained that way for a few seconds, breathing
hard through her nose. Dirk ran his fingers through her hair again
and again, wetting his lips as he stared down at her.

Then she began to move: slowly at first, in tiny,
incremental bobs. Her other hand settled on Dirk's hip and she
closed her eyes; each time she moved down, she pulled back a little
further, until his whole cock was sliding in and out of her mouth
with ease. Every time Dirk made a move to go faster, though, she
dug her nails into his hip and stopped until he did the same. His
breathing was rough, his mouth hanging open as he continued to
near-obsessively pet her hair. At the end of her slow progression,
she let his cock slip fully from her mouth, taking it in hand again
to hold it still as her tongue flickered across the wet head.
Occasionally she would take just that tip back into her mouth and
suck hard enough to hollow her cheeks before pulling off again.

"Fuck me," he groaned. "How come you don't have to be
nice?"

Haley hummed briefly, going down
deeper on him for a moment before slowly pulling back and licking
her lips. "Because that's what
you
like," she said, and smiled.

Dirk let out a small huff, not
quite either a laugh or a sigh, and sank his hands into her hair
again with a tug. "Not
too
much of that, baby," he said. "We still need to
make dinner, remember?"

"I remember." She pushed back when he tried to pull
her down again, taking his cock in hand instead and stroking it
hard and fast -- both more than Simon would have expected. She
really wasn't new to this, was she ... ? "Don't worry. I'll have
you done soon."

"When you say it like that, I just wanna try and last
as long as possible ..."

"Later," she told him, and finally went down on him
again. She closed her eyes, holding the base of his cock with her
hand still and bobbing her head in fast shallow movements. Dirk
groaned, low and resonant in his chest, now apparently holding onto
her head for balance, his elbow leaning against the counter for
more support. Haley's other hand stroked up, her fingers ghosting
over the curve of his ass. After a moment, he began to tense up,
breath hissing out from between his teeth.

"Fuck it, Haley, I--"

She moaned, the sound muffled and buzzing, and went
down all the way, so that her nose was pressed to his abdomen. A
moment later Dirk shouted, sounding almost startled, and rocked his
hips hard one last time. Simon saw her throat move, and shrank away
again, back out of sight. He heard the soft noise of flesh against
wet flesh, and then Haley's shaky hoarse sigh, echoing between
Dirk's harsh gasping for breath.

"Fuck," he said finally, sounding outright reverent.
"You're good at that."

"I know." She sounded smug. A moment later there was
the rustle of cloth over skin, and the metallic buzz of a zipper
being done up. "So what were you thinking about for dinner? We
still have enough time to do something fancy-- hey!"

Her exclamation was cut off by the sound of a kiss.
Simon closed his eyes and began to back up down the hallway, moving
mostly by touch and familiarity. He wanted to just turn and flee,
but his knees felt weak and his feet felt heavy, never mind the
nearly-angry hard pressure between his legs. Moving as carefully as
possible, he made his way to the stairs and up them, listening as
Haley and Dirk's voices faded back into indistinct mumbles once
more. Once up the stairs he allowed himself to move a little more
freely -- as much as his erection would allow, at any rate,
half-waddling his way back to his own room to crawl onto his bed
and under the blankets once more.

For all that this had only happened once before --
twice only if you counted his dream -- it felt like he was
developing a habit, like he'd done this too many times. Simon
curled up on his side, tugging his pants open and cupping his cock
in both hands, just holding it for the moment. It was going beyond
just curiosity -- and jealousy, if he was entirely honest -- into
something that he knew would only get him into trouble. The first
time could be waved off as an accident, that he'd been frozen in
place by the sight and act of his cousin openly having sex, but
this time? There'd been no reason for him to come back, and none
for him to stay after the sex had actually begun ...

Simon took a deep breath and felt it rattle and catch
in his lungs. His eyes stung again, but he squeezed his eyes firmly
shut until that sensation went away.

One last time, he told himself;
he'd allow himself a fantasy one more time, and then he'd stop. He
was an Oakley; he was above this sort of pathetic gesturing. And if
Haley
did
break up
with Dirk, if someday his lowborn tendencies were too much for her
to handle, Simon would still be there, and maybe then he'd say
something to her ...

For now, though, he kept his eyes shut, bringing one
hand up to lick his palm solidly before he gripped his cock again.
It wasn't really convincing -- his palms were soft, but not soft
enough to be anything but a hand -- but he kept his eyes firmly
shut, recreating the image he'd seen in the kitchen: Dirk with his
body curved slightly forward in a subtle arch and Haley kneeling
before him, with her sundress still on but rucked up to her knees.
He tried to imagine himself in that scenario as well -- maybe
kneeling next to her, his shoulder pressed to hers and his hand
cupping Dirk's ass to keep him still. The skin there would be warm,
he was sure, and smooth, and just a little resilient if he sank his
fingers in. Would Dirk even like something like that? But even if
he didn't at first, he could probably be convinced ...

Simon began to move his hands slowly, concentrating
on the slip and slide of flesh over flesh, breathing through his
nose. Maybe he would reach to pull Haley off of Dirk's cock before
she got too into it, as well, and maybe he would kiss her, hard,
using his teeth and tongue to force her mouth open. She would
protest at first, but yield before too long, and she would kiss him
back with equal fervor, her hand coming to clutch his shoulder as
he fucked her mouth with his tongue. There would be a taste that
was faint and indescribable but also unmistakable -- a taste like
the smell from his hands, a taste that permeated her entire being
so that when he kissed her, he couldn't avoid it. And he didn't
want to avoid it, either, reveling a little in its intensity
even.