Crossdressing To Survive An Apocalypse [BL]

Chen held himself as still as possible, trying to put as much distance between himself and the sleeping young man in his arms as he could.

Unfortunately, Skyy seemed completely unaware of his struggle.

Still half-asleep, he shifted closer instead, seeking warmth without even realizing what he was doing.

His soft body pressed against Chen again, his soft ass rubbing up against his hardness.

Chen clenched his jaw.

”Fuck…”

He carefully caught Skyy’s waist and tried to move him a little farther away.

It was useless.

The moment Chen created even a small amount of space, Skyy made a soft, sleepy sound and instinctively followed him again. He scooted closer, and he rubbed against him in search of a comfortable position, his ass grinding right where Chen was hardest.

Chen’s entire body stiffened.

”Skyy…”

There was no response.

The young man was completely asleep.

His soft hair brushed against Chen’s neck. He looked completely peaceful, completely unaware of the effect his closeness was having. Chen could feel every breath Skyy took, could feel his chest rising and falling, could feel the heat of his body seeping through their clothes.

Chen swallowed hard.

He gently tried to shift again, but this time Skyy followed so closely that Chen ended up backing toward the wall. His shoulders finally touched the cold surface behind him, leaving him with nowhere else to retreat. He was trapped, pinned by this sleeping boy who had no idea what he was doing to him.

He stared down at the sleeping figure in his arms.

Skyy’s eyelashes rested peacefully against his cheeks. His lips were slightly parted, wet and pink, and his hair was a complete mess from sleeping. There was something almost unfair about how innocent he looked, how fucking beautiful he was, while Chen was hard as stone and aching for him.

Chen took a slow breath.

”Are you trying to kill me?”

Skyy only murmured something incomprehensible and snuggled closer, his ass pressing back against Chen’s cock with deliberate, devastating pressure.

Chen closed his eyes.

This was torture.

He could have pushed Skyy away. He knew he could. But the thought of waking him, or making him uncomfortable, made Chen hesitate. Instead, he remained where he was, fighting desperately to regain his composure while Skyy slept peacefully against him, his body soft and warm and *right there*.

After several long moments, Chen finally opened his eyes again.

He looked down at the young man and sighed helplessly.

”You really have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”

Skyy responded with another sleepy little sound, a whimper that went straight to Chen’s gut.

Chen couldn’t help smiling despite himself. His hand slowly came up and gently brushed a strand of hair away from Skyy’s forehead.

Caressing the softness between his fingers, he jutted his hips, rubbing himself unknowingly against him. His hardness, tight in his pants, ached deliciously... to be freed and to be put to use. He wanted to unzip, wanted to pull it out, wanted to press his naked cock against that soft ass and rut until he came all over him.

Biting his lip, he held back a low groan that threatened to escape.

Who knew... who knew he could have his sexual awakening at twenty years old... never in his life was he this turned on. His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears, and his dick was throbbing, leaking, desperate for friction, for release, for Skyy.

That too in a small dingy storage room.

Chen closed his eyes tightly. ’I can’t act like a pervert... no... I have to be respectful...’

Skyy suddenly scooted close, pushing hard against him once again. This time… he could feel himself shoved inside a crevice. Only the thin pants stood between his genitals and the soft flesh. Chen could feel the heat of him, could feel the shape of him, could imagine exactly how tight and hot he would be inside.

Gulping, he closed his eyes tightly.

The friction… it was deliciously torturous.

He wanted to reach out and rub himself against him… push those loose pants down his hips and slide his cock between his cheeks, wanted to hear Skyy moan, wanted to make him feel good, wanted to fuck him slow and deep until they were both crying.

Chen told himself to stop. He told himself to behave. But his hips had a mind of their own.

It started with small, accidental movements. A shift of his pelvis, a slight thrust as he adjusted his position. But then Skyy made that sound again—that soft, breathy little whimper—and Chen’s control snapped.

He began to rut against him.

Slowly at first, testing, his cock dragging against the cleft of Skyy’s ass through their clothes. The friction was insane, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.

Chen bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, stifling the groan that wanted to tear out of his throat.

”Fuck,” he breathed, the word barely audible.

He couldn’t help it. He did it again, pressing forward, grinding his hardness against that soft, yielding flesh.

Skyy’s pants were thin, and he could feel the shape of him, the heat, the way his body seemed to welcome the intrusion even in sleep.

Every time he pushed forward, his cock nestled deeper between Skyy’s cheeks, separated by only a few layers of fabric that felt like nothing, like torture.

His breath came in ragged, quiet pants against Skyy’s neck. He was sweating, his whole body tense and trembling. He knew this was wrong—he knew it—but his body was on fire, and Skyy felt so good, so warm, so perfectly shaped to take him.

He rolled his hips again, harder this time, thrusting against Skyy’s ass with deliberate, desperate strokes. Skyy moaned softly, and he froze for a moment, heart hammering, but Skyy just murmured something and pushed back.

He pushed back.

Chen’s vision went white.

”Oh god,” he choked out, his hand gripping Skyy’s hip tight enough to bruise.

He started moving in earnest then, canting his hips in a steady, rhythmic motion, humping against Skyy’s ass like an animal in heat.

His cock was so hard it hurt, throbbing with every drag of friction, and he could feel himself leaking, wetting the front of his boxers.

He wanted to pull them down, wanted to feel skin on skin, wanted to spit on his hand and press inside and claim him.

”Skyy,” he groaned, the name falling from his lips like a prayer or a curse.

He buried his face in Skyy’s hair, inhaling the scent of him—shampoo and sleep and something uniquely his—and rutted harder, faster, losing himself in the sensation.

His hips snapped forward, grinding his erection against that perfect, soft ass, imagining what it would feel like to be inside, to have Skyy hot and tight around him, to hear him cry out as Chen fucked him slow and deep.

The pressure was building, coiling tight in his gut. Chen was going to come.

He was going to come in his pants like a teenager, rutting against his best friend’s ass while he slept, and he couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down, couldn’t do anything but chase that release.

”Chen…sleepy” Skyy mumbled softly.

Chen instantly froze up.

”Shit... what the fuck am I doing…” he turned over, laying on his back on the ground. His breath came out as soft puffs in the cold.

All of a sudden, a warm body rolled over onto him. Groaning, Skyy nudged his head on his chest and laid there, hugging him tightly. His soft hands clutched his shirt tightly as if he feared he would leave him. He threw one leg over Chen’s thigh, his knee brushing dangerously close to Chen’s erection, and settled there with a satisfied sigh.

The frustration inside him softened into something warmer, something that hurt in a different way.

He could endure this.

He just needed to remember that Skyy trusted him enough to sleep so peacefully in his arms. Trusted him enough to cling to him, to hold him like he was the only safe thing in the world.

With another quiet sigh, Chen adjusted the blanket around them and carefully settled himself against the wall.

”Sleep,” he whispered.

His fingers lingered briefly against Skyy’s hair before he closed his eyes again, forcing himself to focus on anything except how warm and close the young man was, except how badly he wanted to wake him up with kisses and touches and make him feel everything Chen was feeling.

Tonight, he would simply hold him.

Tomorrow…

Tomorrow he would have a serious conversation with Skyy about personal space. Or maybe, Chen thought, his hand tightening possessively on Skyy’s hip, tomorrow he would finally stop pretending he didn’t want this.