#kyle oreilly

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"I think you're really pretty, yknow that?" Adam whispers to him one night and Kyle barely hears it over his own ratting breath so Cole squirms closer and presses it into the back of his ear; lips twitching against Kyle's skin that it makes the back of his neck feel warm. He's quiet for what feels like forever, just letting Cole press kisses to the side of his head, the curve of his temple before he's smiling, laughing gently into the darkness. He isn't sure how long he lays there; flat on his back while Cole presses kisses across the hinge of his aching jaw. It's quiet and calm and Kyle reaches out over the thick sheets and scrambles ,almost like he's free falling, for Adam's hand and soon their fingertips are laced together and everything feels alright again.

"That tickles" Kyle whispers into the darkness when Cole's lips start brushing across the underside of his cheeks, the corner of his jaw before her tongue reaches out to brush slowly across his tacky skin. And he doesn't say it like a complaint, it's followed with laughter but Cole stops anyway, just stares at Kyle as the moon dances its way through the curtains and the smile that spreads across Cole's face is enough to make Kyle want to kiss her back. He parts his lips, twists his hips so they're just a little bit closer together and before he presses their lips together, "Why?" Slips out past his bitten lips and the softness in the air thickens in the bottom of Kyle's lungs, hard enough that he almost chokes on his inhale when Cole sits up and flicks on the bedroom light.

"Why what?" She asks and Kyle watches the way her shadow twitches. The light makes his eyes burn but he can't help but stare up at her from his place on the hotel pillowcases. "Kyle?" And her hand is so soft against the curve of his cheek that it almost hurts when she pulls it away, curling fingers tucking into her crossed legs. He follows the way her fingers twitch and something knots up his chest, making it ache when he sits up slowly, picking at the skin around his fingers.

"Why do you think I'm pretty?" His voice feels rough in his chest. It's such a simple question but it thickens the air around them. He watches how Cole's eyes try to read the way his face twists before she looks away, biting the inside of her cheek. "Sorry.." Kyle doesn't know why he apologises but the word slips past his lips easier than anything he's ever said before, maybe he's made of apologies he thinks as Cole wraps her hands around his picking fingers and kisses the regret off his bitten lips.

Cole kisses him until Kyle can taste the lust on the back of his tongue, it makes his head spin just a little when she pulls away and he comes up for air, panting and gasping for breath in the soft lights. "Because I just do." Cole says and she giggles, soft and bright and happy that it makes Kyle feel dizzy with love. His heart twitches and he wonders how low his blood sugars dropped because it feels like Kyle is bleeding out between Cole's hands. But she kisses him again and this time, he can't stop the whimper that slips into her mouth when her tongue licks the back of his teeth. Cole smiles against his lips and Kyle feels like the ground could swallow him whole and it would hurt less than the idea of letting her go.

He holds her softly under the low light of the bedside lamp, feels his hands twist around the thin fabric of her shirt and he holds her close, lets himself tuck his head into the place where her collar and jaw meet and when he breathes out against her skin, it makes Kyle feel like he's breathing in the entire world. He presses a soft kiss to the curve of her forehead, lets his lips linger just a little against her hairline and soon he's breathing in so heavily that he can almost taste the last wisps of perfume that clings to her skin. "But really, why?" He asks a little while later, once she’s shifted close enough that her knees dig into the curve of his hips and her hands have wormed slowly up under the hem of his shirt. She smiles softly into the darkness, tips her head back against shoulder under her lips are brushing against the underside of his chin and her hands pinch around his stomach, just hard enough that Kyle sighs out with the pain.

"Because you are!" She tells him again, voice a little higher now and soon, she's straightened her back and blue eyes are burning into Kyle's brown ones until they eye contact starts to burn and Kyle looks away, glances at her bare legs, smooth and hairless against his thicker ones and he wonders if Cole moves her legs up a little higher, so her knee doesn't press uncomfortably against his dexcom. "Don't you believe me?" She whispers and there's a seriousness to the sadness that's decorating her cheeks and Kyle feels his heart plummet.

He takes her face in his hands, uses calloused palms and scabbed fingertips to brush tangled hair off her face, smoothing out the strands until they slip like silk between his fingers. She's so small in his hands and Kyle feels his fingertips squeeze just a little, as if he's trying to keep her in place, molding their bodies together. "I do" He whispers and leans in to kiss the promise into her skin. "I love you." He whispers and it's soft enough against her skin that when Kyle opens half-lidded brown eyes, he's met with a pinkness under his lips. "I think you're really pretty too, promise." And it makes Cole laugh, giggling into the hair as the two of them search each other's bodies with their hands until Kyle flinches just a little nervously.

"Sorry.." And there's that word again. It slips past his lips and it carries so much more than what Kyle wanted too, there's a redness across his face and he reaches over to calmly fix Cole's shirt, fingertips brushing across the side of her tit and he feels her breath catch between the cage of her ribs. She grabs his wrist, squeezes it until Kyle's sure she can feel his racing pulse burning into her soft palm. She's slow to drag his hand back under her shirt until his fingertips brush against the trembling peaks of her chest and he lets his fingers spread out against her soft skin, fingertips twitching as if trying to find stray hairs, a bruise, scars, anything that shows that Cole is imperfect. That somehow she's human. But his hand comes back empty handed and warmed by her skin and he begs his brain to stop looping the feeling of her nipples pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

Her lips are slightly parted and she can't help the soft way she smiles at him when he tucks his hands nervously into his lap. "Have you never done this before?" Cole asks into the quiet of the night and Kyle can't help the twitch of his head, frowning when Cole giggles just a little and kisses the side of his face. "Do you wanna?" She asks, in a voice comforting enough that it almost makes Kyle feel a little sick.

He's quiet for a little bit, sits with the question as it rolls around in his head, knocking into every dirty thought he could think of. His mouth runs dry and the small "Yes please." That drops out into his lap feels a little like he's coughed up a hairball; it's thick and rough and when he looks back up at Cole, he's sure he sees her look just a little disgusted because her face crumples and her nose wrinkles and kyle almost wishes that he kept his mouth closed. But her face smoothes out and the grip on Kyle's wrist loosens just enough that he can slide their palms together and squeeze.

He lets her kiss him, slow at first as if she's trying to learn the shape of every tooth in his mouth, he feels her tongue stroke the back of his throat and it makes his stomach twist. It doesn't feel particularly  sexy but he lets her kiss him anyway, until his lips are swollen and pink with blood and then she's kissing him harder. Their lips brush against one another and it's like Kyle is bleeding out into her mouth because he feels hard to breathe, like he's choking and the lightness in his head makes him feel like he's going to pass out and he...he loves it. It's addicting, he tilts his chin upwards, opens his mouth and lets Cole's hands slip out of his, just for long enough that she drags his shirt up, bunches it under his chin and Kyle watches as she drags open mouthed kisses against his skin, he barely picks up on her mumbling against his skin until he sits up against the pillows, blown out pupils like oil against a dirty sea; the lust poisoning in his opening blood vessels is just as dangerous as an oil spill. He puts his hand in her hair, twists and tangles it between his shaking fingers and he knows he'll let her destroy him like this everytime.

"You're so pretty" He whispers against his skin, voice shaking with desire and it makes Kyle choke on his own reply. She kisses the bruises on his stomach and Kyle wonders if she can taste the sweetness of his blood between her teeth when she sinks them into her hip. He moans just a little, uses his free hand to reach up and cover his mouth as if trying to trap the feeling in his chest like slamming a music box down so the dancer stills and the music lives forever as a memory. He desires to cling to this moment, Cole between his legs whispering praise and worshiping his own broken body with her soft lips. "I love you" She whispers into the fat of his stomach and round nails dig into the waistband of his boxers and the sound that slips out of Kyle's mouth and past his fingertips makes me feel a little dirty. "Don't do that sweetheart" She whispers, sliding their bodies together as she reaches up and wraps her hand around Kyle's fingers and she's slow to pry them off his face. "Youre gonna fuck up that handsome face of yours if you squeeze too hard, we don't want you looking all busted up do we handsome?" And the question sits in the middle of Kyle's chest.

He shakes his head slowly, rolls his fingers and Cole slides hers inbetween. "See, it's not so hard is it?" Cole praises and Kyle leans into the softness of her words, letting her kiss him stupid again as he leans into it, sliding his hand up the back of her shirt.

"Don't you wanna take this off?" He asks, tugging at the collar of her shirt and it's almost like it's fraying between his fingertips because Cole takes it off quick enough that Kyle almost gets tangled between the fabric and the smell of strawberry shampoo. They laugh together, low and soft under the glow of the bedside lamp and the dancing light of the moon and he smiles into her open, waiting mouth as they kiss again. "You look wonderful." He whispers into her bottom lip as she shifts on his lap, rubbing her cock against his and the friction between the two of them makes Kyle's arms erupt into goosebumps. He could just bite into her, feel her running down his mouth but Kyle stops himself and instead, sinks his teeth into the swollen pinkness of her bottom lip until Cole whimpers into his mouth and again, eager hands search across perfect skin.

He grabs at her chest, rubs his thumb across her nipples until they swell and pink up and Cole licks into his mouth and Kyle knows what she's saying, he slides back against the pillows and blames the electricity that sparks through his skin on the hotel sheets that twist around their bare legs. "Should you-" Cole asks, poking the air around them and it takes Kyle seconds to know what she means and he rolls his red face to stare at his bag and his nose wrinkles. "I don't want you passing out on me." She whispers, pressing softer kisses across his collarbone. "Please Kyle?" She asks and the frown only deepens on his face.

"I'll have to let you go." He whispers, his hands tightening on her hips. "Won't it ruin things? I don't think bleeding will make me look very pretty" He says, cuddling into her.

"I don't think collapsing on me will make you look very pretty either, no matter how cute you look asleep." Cole says, tucking herself into him. She stares at him and smiles, that smile which makes the corner of her eyes crinkle and Kyle feels his heart twist in his chest and the smile that spreads across his face is strong enough that it almost makes her laugh, they kiss again as Cole shifts her body off him and as she snuggles into the blankets, Kyle watches over his shoulder. He keeps staring at her, watching her as if he's Orpheaus failing time after time to not look at Eurydice. He will always fail because the love that twists around his chest is enough to make everyone else believe that Cole really loves him back. He will always find her, they will always find one another regardless of if it's in softness or bloodshed.

He pricks the tip of his finger, watches how it flows into the small tube and the machine beeps. The numbers read low and Kyle rolls his eyes at his own body. He kneels against the itchy hotel floor, rubs his knees red as he pushes the pen through his skin. He still smells like the alcohol wipes when he comes back and curls into Cole's side, lips pressed against her shoulder blade. "Do you still think I'm pretty?"

"Like the prettiest girl." Cole whispers and somewhere distant in his brain, questions bubble and twist around themselves. It makes Kyle's temples hurt just a little as Cole turns to look at him. Her eyelashes flutter and her lips pucker and soon she's smiling up at him softly. "You like that kinda stuff?" She asks and Kyle shrugs. He takes her hand again and squeezes once, just soft enough that the teasing glimmer in her eyes fades away and soon there's a flash of understanding, maybe a little of a weird apology and she leans up against the sweat stained sheets to kiss at his cheek. "My pretty girl." She whispers and Kyle blames the itch of her lips against the scruff of his beard for the redness and warmth he feels pooling just at the base of his head.

They start kissing again and it's the same dance as before. The moon drifts slowly through the sky, shifting behind clouds with each racing beat of Kyle's heart and as he lets her kiss him hard and flustered again, he blinks his eyes open to stare at her. "Everything about you gorgeous, you gotta believe me when I say that" Cole tells him and Kyle nods and when Cole kisses the hem of Kyle's lip she whispers "good girl" into his mouth and it makes Kyle dizzy with desire. He nods softly, knocks their foreheads together and with another soft nod, Cole kisses a strip down his body, tongue following her lips in wide wet licks. Her spit warms his heaving chest and soon he's whimpering like a dog into the free air around them.

Cole hums against the dent of Kyle's stomach, kisses across the fresh bruise and smiles into the taste of that brushes into her mouth and when she glances up at Kyles bright brown eyes, he watches how her pupils spread out until her eyes are dark and he feels himself getting lost in them. He holds her hand and squeezes her fingertips, even though it stings when he brushes sore fingertips across the base of her hair, over the crown of her head as if he's trying to map out and soothe every part of her aching head. And there's so much love in such a small movement that Kyle wants to cry when she slides her tongue over sweat stained skin and comes up to squeeze his inner thigh. "Are you ready baby?" She asks and Kyle knows he can't say no even if his body dared want to. He nods, slow at first until her hands are rubbing and pinching at his calves, his thighs and the little shocks of pain are more than enough and soon his head is rolling against the pillows like a nodding toy.

"Okay, we can stop at any time, whenever you want. I'll take it slow for you." And she says it like she means it, like a promise. Like it's somewhere carved in stone and Kyle almost finds it funny, if he wasn't currently staring up at her like Cole held the very world in his hands, he would laugh at how ironic it is; Cole taking something with them slowly, careful because she doesn't want to hurt him. He stares at her face, focuses on the scar on her lip and reaches up to take her face in his hand, they've always hurt one another. Maybe they always will and this is just the next step for them.

Maybe this makes sense to someone up above. The two of them tangled together breathing in the same air as she tucks her hands slowly into Kyle's boxers and pulls slowly until the cold air strikes across his bare body. She looks him over and her bottom lip twitches open. "Perfect." She whispers and the blush that brightens Kyle's face is enough to stain his whole body red. "So perfect Kyle."

"Thank you" And he doesn't know why he whispers thanks into the heavy air but the words slip so carelessly out his mouth and it makes Cole giggle, just a little in an exhale as her hands stroke slowly across his body as if they are searching for something. Her hands wrap around his asscheeks, perfectly round nails itching at the hair there before they pull away and she covers the dents on his thighs with her hands as if the warmth will somehow fix everything wrong with him but she pulls them away and Kyle feels the safe; small and stupidly safe under her hands, like a puppet or a toy. He feels himself bite the inside of his cheek when Cole kisses the creases by his cock and it's so close that it makes it twitch against the corner of her swollen lips. "Sorry"

"Stop saying that." She grumbles into his skin, sinking her teeth into the back of his asscheek and Kyle moans into the air, letting her brand him over and over again until every part of his body feels alert and alright and perfect under her lips. "You have nothing to be sorry for, okay sweet girl?" She says it so easily and it makes Kyle feel so pleasantly filthy that he almost arches his back into her hands. Almost.

The lube is body warm when she slides it across him and Kyle forces his eyes open, stares at the line of spit that connects her open mouth to her hand and he gasps "Whore." The word bounces between them and he watches Cole groan in reply, her cock twitching in her underwear and Kyle can't stop himself anymore, he lets her crawl between his legs and his hands, eager and stained with sweat, slide into her underwear and pulls, the lace itches his fingertips and he sighs out in relief when her cock knocks against his thighs. "Just how I've always wanted you." He whispers and Cole smiles, bright and happy and like she's craving it.

"Putting fingers inside you now beautiful girl" She whispers, chest shaking with the words and Kyle just nods and lets her spread his legs open and soon two fingers are rubbing and searching inside of him and it feels so good that Kyle feels like he could melt through the mattress. He whimpers and she praises him, squeezes with her free hand as he squirms himself down on her fingers. His blood vessels open and the feeling of lust becomes addictive, he fucks down on her fingers and she smiles, moans at his responce before opening two fingers inside him, then another and Kyle lets her split him open, they've done worse in the ring. "You're taking it so well, is this how you wanted it?" She asks and she's spitting on his chest, his face and Kyle chokes on a sob of lust.

"Yes!" And he cries for it, tears rolling down his cheeks and Kyle feels her slowly drag her fingers out of him and he whimpers at the emptiness, arching his hips upwards as if silently begging for more. His eyes widen and Cole wipes her fingers off across the back of her thigh and Kyle can't help the useless way he scrambles for her hands. She lines their bodies up and Kyle remembers how cold she is against his lust warmed skin, how her legs look so small compared to his and how wonderful she looks staring down at him like a meal, like prey between her claws, like she...loves him.

He bites the veins of her wrist, lets her pin his hands above his head and soon she's pushing into him, past the tight ring of his asshole and soon she's moaning into his open mouth and Kyle feels complete. She's slow at first to pull out, almost as if it wounds cole as much as it does Kyle and soon she's twitching into him, slow enough that Kyle can almost count every inch that pushes into him before the head of her cock brushes against a bundle of nerves that has him sinking his teeth into her other wrist. He whimpers and moans and when he forces his eyes open, Cole is looking down at him with such softness, such love that it makes Kyle moan louder, harder until he's grinding down to try and get more friction. That's all his brain can think of, more and more until his hard cock is twitching and aching against his chest and as Cole squeezes his hands, she smiles at him and rolls Kyle up like a pin, until their foreheads touch and soon she's grunting and moaning herself to cumming.

Kyle feels her fill him and as he searches her open face his mouth opens and in a shaking voice whispers "Gonna-gonna get me preg-" He doesn't know why he stops, maybe it's because she forces herself in closer as she fills him or maybe its because there's something that flashes across her eyes and it makes him nervous. But he bites his bottom lip and squeezes her hands as she slumps against him, panting into his skin.

"You still have to cum" She whimpers into his heaving chest and she's slow to let Kyle untangle himself from her body, until his shaking legs and twitching body is leaning against the dirty sheets. She doesn't pull out even after she's wrapped a hand around Kyle's cock, stroking in the same pace as her messy thrusts and soon pressure grows at the bottom of Kyle's back and it feels like he's paralysed all over again but better. It's all he can think about as he moans out her name, begging her to let him finish. He feels her cum inside him when he rocks his hips against her cock, feels it hit the same sore bundle of nerves and Cole reaches up with her free hand to squeeze at his cheeks. "I want you to cum on me." She says, round nails leaving perfect crescent moons in his cheeks and Kyle nods. He tries to aim it at her but his own orgasm creeps up at him and soon he's spilling over her chest, on the curve of her chin and Kyle gasps as he stares down at her, whimpering even after she stop rubbing and thumbing against his aching cum stained head.

They lay together after he's softened and Cole lets him tuck himself under the sweaty curve of her arm. They just hold each other until Cole starts squirming and Kyle is slow to shift his hips and Cole slowly pulls herself out, smiling when Kyle whimpers just a little. "You gonna clean me up?" She asks, tugging a little at his hair and Kyle smiles against the side of her chest, kissing her skin until he's sure her very bones are carved with his love. He nods a little and soon he's licking his own cum off her chilled skin and he swallows it down despite how it tastes on his tongue just because there's so much love in her eyes, Kyle feels like he's standing on the edge of the sun. "Did you really mean earlier?" She asks when he's finished, nose pressed under her chin and Kyle hums dazed and cock drunk into her skin.

"That you want me to get you pregnant?" Kyle's cheeks reddens and Cole laughs just a little as she wraps her arms around him tightly. "I'll keep that in mind." She says before she slaps Kyle on the back, shifting to sit up against the half striped pillows, "Let's go shower." And maybe a little stupidly, Kyle follows her into the shower. He washes her hair, rubs soap into her skin until bubbles foam and slip through his fingers. He lets her wash his back, stroke soft hands across his aching chest and he stares at her soft and wide eyed and adored while she washes his hair.

And again, soon they're laying together; Cole laying against his chest, breathing soft sleeping breathes across his bare chest and Kyle watches her face soothe out as she dreams and when he shifts his hips just a little, he sticks a finger slowly inside himself and smiles when he feels her cum still inside him. He wipes his hands off on the sheets and nuzzles himself into her and he kisses her softly on the side of the face. "Sleep well Adam. I love you." He whispers and as his eyes close, he feels Cole's lips press against the curve of his forehead.

Maybe that's how they are meant to stay. Tangled together like forgotten skeletons in a pauper's grave. Somehow both unforgotten and unclaimed by everyone apart from themselves, holding hands until they rot. 

Kyle likes that idea, he thinks as sleep washes him away. Decaying next to Cole.

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