Jock Next Bed (BL)-Chapter 251: Party time (6)

Chapter 251: Party time (6)
Sky didn’t last five minutes.
He made it three before the need to touch Chris, to be alone with him, became unbearable. The crowd felt suffocating, every second stretching like hours. And it didn’t help that with him being alone there, people were suddenly interested in chatting him up.
A CEO wanted to discuss the technical aspects of his playing. A socialite wanted to introduce him to her daughter who also played piano. A retired music professor wanted to debate the merits of various classical composers.
And oh, someone had also asked where Chris was.
Sky smiled and nodded and answered questions while internally screaming. Chris was waiting upstairs. Chris had looked so desperate, so flushed, so ready to combust. And Sky was stuck down here discussing Chopin’s nocturnes with someone’s grandmother.
When he finally managed to get himself away, he wasted no time in reaching Chris’s room, which he was familiar with.
Sky’s heart hammered as he reached for the doorknob. Before he could even turn it fully, the door flew open from the inside.
Chris grabbed him, yanked him into the room, and slammed the door shut behind them.
Then he pounced.
Sky barely had time to register the click of the lock before Chris was on him, backing him against the door, hands cupping his face with desperate urgency.
"Chris—" Sky laughed breathlessly, caught between surprise and want. "We can’t be away for long. People will notice—"
"I know," Chris breathed against his mouth, not quite kissing him yet, just hovering there, torturing them both. "I know. It won’t take long. I just... I really really need to kiss you. Badly. Right now. I might actually die if I don’t. I think I’m dying. Am I dying?"
"You’re not—"
Chris tried to close the distance, and Sky pulled away gently, a smile playing on his lips.
Chris made a sound like he’d been punched. His eyes went wide with something close to betrayal, actual distress crossing his features. "Sky. Skyyyy. Please. I’m begging now—"
"We still have to look presentable," Sky said softly, but his eyes were dark with promise. His hands came up to rest on Chris’s chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. "So I’m going to lead this. Okay?"
Chris nodded so eagerly he nearly gave himself whiplash. "Yes. Yeah. Okay. Whatever you want. Just please. See..."
He took Sky’s hand and placed it right... there.
He instantly felt Chris’s hard on. And the next second, Sky kissed him. Bringing both hands to cup Chris’s cheeks.
Slow at first. Deliberate. His lips soft against Chris’s, tasting champagne and desperation. Chris made a broken sound in the back of his throat, his hands sliding from Sky’s face to his hair, threading through the carefully styled strands.
Sky deepened the kiss, tilting his head, licking into Chris’s mouth with languid heat. Chris groaned, the sound vibrating between them, and Sky swallowed it greedily.
"God," Chris breathed when Sky pulled back just enough for air. "You’re so—"
"I like me a needy Christopher." Sky said quietly before he kissed him again, harder this time.
His hands fisted in Chris’s shirt, pulling him closer, and Chris went willingly, pressing their bodies together. The contact made them both gasp. They were already fully hard, the evidence of their want pressing against each other through expensive suit pants.
Chris’s hands roamed down Sky’s back, gripping his waist, his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. Sky bit back a moan, rolling his hips forward just slightly, and Chris broke the kiss with a sharp inhale.
"I can’t... believe you’re mine." Sky whispered like he truly could not believe it.
"Fuck," Chris whispered. "Sky—"
Sky captured his mouth again, swallowing the words. His tongue swept against Chris’s, hot and demanding, and Chris opened for him beautifully, yielding in a way that made power surge through Sky’s veins.
Sky had been holding back all night. All the wanting, all the need, all the restraint required to be appropriate in front of hundreds of people. It poured out of him now in the desperate press of his mouth against Chris’s, in the way his teeth caught Chris’s lower lip.
Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to make Chris jerk forward involuntarily.
Chris laughed breathlessly between kisses, the sound bright and slightly unhinged. "No biting," he managed, grinning even as he chased Sky’s mouth for more. "We have to—mmph—look presentable, remember?"
Sky laughed too, pulling back just enough to see Chris’s face. Flushed, lips kiss-swollen, eyes blown wide and dark. "Sorry," Sky whispered, not sounding sorry at all. "I’ve been holding myself back all night. You have no idea—"
"I do have an idea." Chris cut in, dropping a kiss on Sky’s neck. Sky threw his neck back. "Believe me, I do."
Chris’s hands slid down to grab Sky’s ass and continued to rock against him while dropping kissed on his neck, jaw, collar, careful not to leave any marks.
Sky’s brain was short-circuiting. The heat between them, the way Chris felt against him, the sounds he was making—
"Can I suck you off?"
The words left Sky’s mouth before he could stop them.
They both froze.
Complete, absolute stillness.
Sky’s threw his head forward, his eyes wide, meeting Chris’s equally shocked gaze. Both their faces burned red.
"Shit," Sky stammered, pulling back slightly. "I was just—no, wait—I mean—" He couldn’t form coherent sentences. His brain had apparently completely short-circuited. "I didn’t mean—well, I did mean—but we don’t have—fuck, I can’t—"
Chris looked absolutely wrecked. His pupils were so blown his eyes looked black, his chest heaving with rapid breaths, his grip on Sky’s hips tightening almost painfully.
"I—" Chris’s voice came out strangled. "That’s—you can’t just—fuck, Skyyyyy—"
He looked devastatingly turned on by the idea. Sky could feel exactly how turned on against his hip.
But they both knew. They didn’t have time. Not for that. Not when they’d already been gone too long, not when people would notice, not when—
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
They both jumped like they’d been electrocuted.
Great!
"Yo! Lovebirds! I know you are in there!" Wilson’s voice came through the door, sounding far too amused. "I hate to interrupt whatever disgusting activities you’re engaging in, but people are starting to ask where you are, Chris. And with both of you gone... hmm. Might want to make yourselves presentable and get back down here before your mom comes looking."
"Fuck," Chris whispered, dropping his forehead to Sky’s shoulder. "Fuck fuck fuck."
Sky let out a shaky laugh, his whole body still thrumming with unsatisfied want. "We should—"
"I know."
Neither of them moved for a long moment, just breathing hard, trying to calm down, trying to will their bodies to cooperate.
"To-night?" Sky whispered with uncertainty.
Chris lifted his head, meeting his eyes. "Tonight," he confirmed, voice rough with promise. "Definitely tonight."
Another knock. "Seriously, guys. Your mom is gonna head this way if you don’t wrap up your Romeo and Romeo shit in two seconds."
"Coming!" Chris yelled, then winced at his word choice.
Sky burst out laughing despite everything, and Chris started laughing too, both of them slightly hysterical with denied desire and terrible timing.
They pulled apart reluctantly, both trying to straighten their clothes and hair, both painfully aware of the evidence of their arousal that wouldn’t disappear for several very awkward minutes.
"How do I look?" Sky asked, running his fingers through his hair.
Chris’s gaze raked over him hungrily. "Like I want to finish what we started."
"Chris."
"Right. Sorry. You look... presentable. Mostly. Your lips are really red."
"Yours too."
They stared at each other for another moment, the air still heavy with want.
"Tonight," Chris said again.
"Tonight," Sky agreed.
And they opened the door to face Wilson’s knowing smirk and the remainder of the party, both of them counting down the hours until they could be alone again.