AnimeCon Harem 14: 14 pt 4

The realization had him both turned on and terrified. Kissing Kelly while she clutched his naked dick between them was incredibly hot, but then that was framed by the context of them being in public where discovery felt imminent, which was… honestly still a little horrifying. But, so what? Doing something wild like this was always going to be a giant leap out of his comfort zone—being willing to try to meet Kelly in the middle was the whole point of this. All I can do is focus on her, focus on only her right now. Be in this moment with her.

It was at the same time easier than he expected—and more difficult than he ever could have imagined.

He was completely torn, and his attention skewed off-kilter back and forth as he struggled to bridge between the act of intimacy they were engaging in and a sudden and very unwelcome hyper-awareness of his surroundings. A frizzy-haired girl with glasses across the way seemed to have a clear line of sight in their direction, and all it would take were her eyes wandering a scant few feet over for them to be spotted. Several more guys were headed their way from further down the aisle, and it felt as though any random casual look in their direction would reveal what they were doing to everyone. Although only a brief few moments had actually passed, each second of their somewhat exposed state seemed like an eternity. Brian felt shocked that people weren’t pointing and raising their voices towards them right away.

Calm down, calm down, calm down, Brian tried to tell himself as their lips parted again. No one’s noticed yet. Really not as visible as I imagine. We’re all pressed up against each other—you’d only barely be able to tell Kelly kinda has her shirt up, or that she’s grabbing my—uhh, my uhh—

Down between their bodies, Kelly was fumbling to maneuver his erection, and he could feel it throb with anticipation, filling her entire hand. With them standing in such close proximity to each other that their stomachs were touching, situating themselves for this was no easy task. She was forced to shift Brian’s manhood at an awkward angle to the side for a moment, and his cockhead slid against the smooth surface of her skin in a way that made him want to jerk his hips forward. Instead, he carefully rocked back from her until his dick had room to fit between her legs. Now none of that down there would be visible to others at all, which was good because he didn’t have any attention to spare for their surroundings anymore.

Brian made no attempt to position himself to actually enter into her, but she was still warm and very, very wet. The act of pressing his length past her pussy parted her labia lips atop his shaft in a slippery caress from flared head to almost the very root of his cock, in a way that had brilliant red starlight streaking across his vision. As he pushed the rest of the way forward between her legs Kelly pushed them tightly together, and this mesmerizing soft squeeze made him realize he was invested so far forward that he was now feeling the plushness of her butt cheeks with his crown. Brian’s involuntary shudder swayed both of their bodies for a moment, because with himself jutting forward beneath her sex and their difference in height, the trapping tightness of her thighs and the molten heat of her arousal pressed down on his dick with the weight of her body.

Several observations happened at once—Brian scrambled to regain balance after what felt like an instantaneous total lapse of higher brain functions as every iota of his being reveled in the sensation of eager pussy straddled atop his dick, and he grasped at her buttocks in confusion. The stiff oblong rectangle in the waistband of her yoga pants baffled him before he realized it must be where she’d tucked her phone, and Brian confirmed with relief that her form-fitting garment was—mostly—only pulled down in the front. From the feel of her band tee draping over the back of his hand what they were doing wasn’t any more visible than before, but—that didn’t even matter.

Kelly was crying.

“Kelly?”

Brian’s concern drew his mind out of both the sheer sexuality of the moment and the layer of fear of being discovered by those around him, centering completely on Kelly’s expression and letting every other care fall away for now.

“Kelly, you’re—” He didn’t even know what to ask.

She was not okay, and that was already obvious— dumb thing to ask. He felt at a loss and in particular ashamed that he’d been so in the moment committed to what they were doing that he’d missed what was important. She’d been teary-eyed and sniffling before, but for some reason he’d expected that to give way to—to something else, maybe eyes still wet but starting to give way to a look of passion, anything else but her starting to softly sob right here in front of him. Right here in his face.

“Kell, Baby, it’s—it’s okay,” Brian tried to comfort her. “Is it okay? Is—are we okay? With this? What do you want to do? Do you want to—”

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me,” Kelly hissed out in something between a whisper and a whimper. “Just—fuck me. Please?”

Brian reached up with one hand and managed to tug her shirt down a bit between them, turning his head both ways to do a quick scan around them. The reedy-looking shopper girl actually even made eye contact with him for a moment before awkwardly turning away—rather than seeing some extravagant acts of exhibitionism, she seemed to simply see a guy trying to console his very distraught girlfriend in a tight embrace. It was a different kind of uncomfortable to witness than a public display of affection, and the girl over there in the yellow wig apparently decided to pretend she hadn’t seen anything at all.

“Kelly, I’m—” Brian began, before realizing he didn’t even know what the rest of that sentence might have been. “Just, hold me for a second, alright? Just like this.”

The situation was disorienting, but it wasn’t like he was completely ignorant of what was going on. When someone like them opened up—really opened up their feelings—it wasn’t strange at all for some pretty dark stuff to just spill out, completely unbidden. That was honestly the reason he never wanted to drink around his friends, why he was afraid to relax control over all of the anger and fear and trauma he shoved down inside himself, so that he could deal with day to day life like a functioning human being.

Was it the right thing to do to simply proceed with things and fuck her, like she wanted? Maybe. Despite it all they were both very, very obviously turned on and into this moment, and a stubborn part of him didn’t want to let their expression of love and attraction for each other lose out to whatever personal demons were trying to ruin this for her right now. At the same time, just ignoring her tears and refusing to acknowledge what she was going through here at all felt… flippant, thoughtless, and just stopping for a bit to just hold her seemed like the better choice.

They were both together somewhere between heaven and hell. Brian was pulled up from all the more grounded, rational calls he would normally make into a raunchy public sex moment. Kelly was in turn pulled down from her wild, unfettered freedom into the gravity of all sorts of heavy feelings she’d always been avoiding. It was the shittiest, most awful experience, and it was the most touching, meaningful and sexy moment for both of them, all at the same time. It was every part of being in love, all at once, and for what must have been a full minute he simply held onto her tight as she wept, resting her forehead against his and ugly-crying with emotion until she was too blurry to see because his own tears started flowing in response.

“Kell?” Brian asked again.

“Shut up.”

That was okay, too. This wasn’t something she needed to talk about unless she felt comfortable with that. He just wanted to remind her that he was here for her, that he cared about her, that he wasn’t letting go of her. That things would be okay, and that even if they weren’t okay—they’d get through it together. In hindsight however there was a much better way to express all of that, and so after giving her another quick tight squeeze Brian tilted his head and began planting soft little kisses down her temple, her cheek, and the line of her jaw.

She sniffled and clutched at him even more tightly.

The beatings will continue until morale improves, Brian thought as he began laying a tender beatdown of succulent kisses down the line of her neck.

The phrase had been one of Emily’s favorites, a little slice of companionable dark humor he remembered that had hung in the air of Aunt Mattie’s rustic porch room one particular Saturday some years back. They’d been hanging out, sort of—just sort of draped over the rocker swing and the opposite couch in a tired daze after their work shifts. Sharing little gripes about how shitty their days had been. He wanted that with Kelly.

It was a strange thing to wish for, but imagining a future together where everything was always picture-perfect didn’t seem real. Instead they would have rough days, the stress and troubles of everyday life would wear on them, and then maybe they could just… hang out. Chill together and unwind, cuddle up and lay there together if they wanted, or even simply just lounge around a room, complaining about whatever. Life was just rough sometimes, and being able to be with someone throughout that, to go through it with someone there with you, that was an underappreciated treasure. Maybe he didn’t just want it—maybe they both needed it.

“Hmrmmh,” Kelly murmured, and she relaxed into him slightly.

Kelly had been going at it alone for too long, refusing to rely on anyone but herself and simply throwing all of her effort at everything in front of her until either exhausting herself or running into dead ends. Brian wasn’t going to let that happen anymore, and the more he thought about it, Stephanie and Emily definitely wouldn’t allow it, either. As hard as it was to wrap his mind around their unconventional multiple partner relationship, he had to admit that together, they were a really strong little group.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” Kelly said.

“Is it working?” Brian slowly smooched just beneath her ear.

“It’s—I don’t like it. Being like this. Feeling like this,” Kelly said.

Brian pulled back so that he could read her expression.

“I’m not good at all the—you know. This.” Kelly’s lower lids wrinkled in a wince at the admission. “Obviously. I don’t do the whole catching feels, Brian. This is why. I’d rather, it’s better to just—to just fuck. Leave everything else out of it. Okay?”

“Thought we established that you tried that already,” Brian searched her eyes for a long moment. “That it wasn’t taking you where you wanted to be.”

“Yeah, well,” Kelly swallowed. “Don’t want to be feeling like this all the time either, okay?”

“It is a compromise,” Brian agreed with a nod. “I’m still pretty freaked out that we have my dick out and between your legs.”

“Didn’t stop you from staying hard,” Kelly scowled, flexing her thighs against him.

“Maybe it’ll get better,” Brian said. “For both of us—for you being comfortable being real with us, for me joining you in all of these kinds of crazy sex stunts.”

“I’ve always been real with you,” Kelly said in a flat tone. “Always. Always been super up front with you about who I am, how I am. With everything. Being real doesn’t equal me at my—my fucking worst, when I’m all fucking low and weepy and shit, okay?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Brian gave a small shrug. “Could probably stand here and argue semantics all day. But, the thing is—when you’re all ‘low and weepy and shit,’ it’s like that’s when you need me the most, that’s when I need to be here for you the most. And being able to, to be there for each other at those most important times is—well. Most important. I do love you when you’re all strong and badass, but I also love you when you’re feeling low. I just—I love you, all of you, and accepting all of you is what’s being real.”

“Cheesy and lame,” Kelly huffed, rolling her eyes and looking away. “But, like… fine, I guess I get it.”

“You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready,” Brian said.

“I do love you,” Kelly turned back to give him a defiant glare. “And, I love Stephanie. I even love Emily. Happy? I’ve been in love before, and it was a total fucking mess. This is gonna wind up a total fucking mess, if it’s not already. Don’t fuckin’ blame me when all of this blows up in our faces, alright?”

“I am gonna blame you,” Brian retorted, kissing her forehead as she tried to make a face at him. “Gonna blame you every time I have a shitty day and instead you make me feel better. Gonna blame you for always making me want to just tear your clothes off and pin you down all the time, fucking like animals. S’gonna be your fault every time you make me smile, or laugh, or every time I just look at you and fall in love all over again.”

“Stop that,” Kelly scowled. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s not even just me, either,” Brian shifted forward just enough for his cock to slide against her again, and Kelly’s hands splayed out across his shoulders in surprise. “It’s all of us. You know you’re gonna have some awful day wherever you work and come home to me and Steph just wearing aprons and nothing else, right?”

“Oh, yeah?” Kelly breathed.

“When you feel like just bullshitting with someone, you can banter with Emily,” Brian continued. “When you’re in the mood for something really sweet, there’s Stephanie. You want strong arms to hold you, or just want to chill and have things be laid back— you have me.”

“I want—” Kelly swallowed again. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Kelly squeezed him. “Right fucking now.”

“Okay,” Brian said. “But—I actually don’t want kicked out, so we’re finding an empty corner or booth or something where one of the vendors already packed up and left. You said we could be smart about this.”

“Fine then, be smart,” Kelly growled up at him. “Since that’s what you’re so fuckin’ good at.”

When she kissed him this time, it tasted even better than before.

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