As Jamie led Mason into his bedroom, he felt a flutter of nerves ignite inside of him, which was stupid and ridiculous because Mason has seen his room so many more times than he can possibly count. But still, it's their first night together as boyfriends, (Boyfriends! He was so happy to finally be able to call Mason that.) and it felt completely different than before. It's like his world has changed, suddenly righting itself from a way that hadn't seemed wrong before and everything was starting new. He felt complete.
Mason seems to have picked up his slight discomfort and pulled Jamie into his beautifully warm body and Jamie just melted into him. Mason's arms around his waist help keep him steady and Jamie brings his arms up to wrap around his neck. His knees would have given out had it not been for the two sets of arms holding him up.
"Hey, Jamis? You okay?"
"Yeah." Jamie presses his face into the crook of Mason's neck. "I just- you." He keeps his head on his resting on his shoulder but he tilts his face up to look up at Mason's face and into his eyes. "You're my boyfriend."
Mason grins down at him and Jamie can feel himself swoon at the sight of his boyfriend's sexy smile. "Yeah, I am."
"My boyfriend," he says again, stressing the word 'boyfriend' in hopes of trying to get across to the other just how much he loves saying that. Calling Mason that and having it true, not just a fantasy. He tangles his fingers in the curls at the nape of Mason's neck as he stutters over his words. "And I just, I feel so, and everything is just, I mean, like, you know?" He didn't know why he asked that. How would Mason know what he's trying to say when he didn't even know what he was trying to say.
"Yeah, I know," Mason says in a fond tone that sets Jamie's heart fluttering. A light, breathless, happy laugh escapes him as he can feel a shy smile creeping across his face. "I feel it too. Like nothing's been as right as this, and that nothing will ever be as right as this. Right here, right now. You and me together."
Jamie nodded silently. He's staring into Mason's warm eyes that are beautiful and are staring right back at him with just as much intensity and love and oh my, Jamie feels a bit lightheaded at the overwhelming FondTM filling the room.
Their faces are only a few inches from the other and Jamie can feel Mason's warm breath on his face.
"I love you so much," he whispered feeling so incredibly love drunk he could cry. He wasn't even sure if he meant to say it out loud, but he did and he meant it and he wouldn't take it back for the world.
Mason takes his arms from around his waist and grabs Jamie's face, his large hands grabbing his face and Jamie can feel tears welling in his eyes. Mason pulls him in, kissing him with all he has and Jamie can feel Mason's love for him and he closes his eyes as their lips touch and the tears fall, spilling down his cheeks onto Mason's hands.
Unfortunately, that makes Mason pull away. "What is it? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" He asked, brushing away tears with his thumbs, stroking lightly and comfortingly across his cheekbones.
The concern in Mason's voice just makes Jamie love him so much more and before he knows it, he is crying. He's sobbing and burying his face into the crook of Mason's neck again as he starts babbling and rambling on and on trying to make sure that Mason knows that he's not upset by this. Quite the contrary, in fact.
"I just love you so much and I," he gasps in a breath between sobs, "I never thought that… I mean, I was so scared, I never thought I'd ever get something like this. Never get something like this with you when I wanted it so badly and I never thought that you'd, that you'd be here, here with me, and I just-" he broke off as more sobs shook his body. "I'm just so glad you're here. I'm sorry. You're just, you're here and I love you so much and I'm just so happy right now. I'm so happy that you're here with me."
Mason gently brushed his lips to the top of Jamie's head. "I'm happy that I'm here with you too. I love you. So much. I love you and I'm not going anywhere. I'm going nowhere, okay?"
Jamie nodded, not lifting his face from Mason's neck, but rather holding on tighter to the boy in his arms. He wanted to remain pressed as close to the other boy as he could for as long as time would allow. Not just here and now, in this beautiful moment, but for the rest of his life. Of their lives together.
Mason's arms wrapped around him once again, and he gently led the two of them to the bed, sitting at the edge of the mattress and pulling at Jamie until he was seated into his lap, straddling his waist.
Jamie sat there crying for a few minutes while Mason rubbed his hands up and down his arms to comfort the crying boy before Jamie drew back only far enough for him to look at Mason's face. Closing his eyes as he leaned forward, Jamie brushed their lips together in a light, wet kiss. And then a few more kisses.
"Sorry," he pulled back as he sniffed a little before letting out a light laugh. "I don't know why I'm so emotional right now." He went to wipe the tears away, but Mason caught his hand before it could reach his face and pressed kisses to his cheeks instead, kissing the tears away. Jamie's eyes fluttered shut. "This feels like a dream. A blissfully, wonderful dream and I'm going to wake up and none of this will ever have happened."
"Don't apologize," Mason says sincerely when as he finishes his task on Jamie's cheeks. "We'll just have to find some way to make sure you know it's not a dream, no matter how dream-like it feels. It will be our dreamy reality and it will be wonderful."
Jamie felt himself swoon again. "Our dreamy reality," he echoed, feeling deliriously lovesick.
Jamie's fingers were tracing little circles on the sides of Mason's neck before his hands moved up to his hair and tangle in the numerous curls. Jamie blinked happily, and albeit sleepily at him before pulling Mason's head in, cradling it to his chest and nuzzling his nose into the curls just behind Mason's ear.
A few minutes later when Jamie finally pulled back, Mason leaned back to lie down, pulling Jamie down with him (who was more than willing to comply) so that he was laying on top of his chest, straddling his waist.
They stared at each other for a second before leaning in, lips connecting and moving slowly over each other as though they were scared that the moment will vanish or be ruined if they put too much force into it, too much rush.
But then Mason bites at Jamie's bottom lips causing him to gasp and suddenly Jamie's back is hitting his mattress as Mason rolls them over.
The tempo has changed and Jamie grabs Mason's head, roughly pulling him in, desperate for more, more, more.
Mason moves down to his jawline and continuing down Jamie's neck that leaves him a gasping, whining, whithering mess on his bed. He's sure that that's going to be leaving marks for a few days. Not that he's complaining. Mason suddenly surges back up and Jamie can hardly breathe from the excitement and desperation running through him and the tingles left over from Mason's touches.
Jamie feels a tug on the hem of his shirt and he lifts himself up enough for Mason to pull the garment off, messing up his hair, though it was pretty messy anyways, from Mason's fingers constantly raking through it the whole night. Jamie had felt like he could barely make it through Brodie's graduation party. He wanted to leave so many times to just be with Mason but had eventually made it through the whole party.
Mason started to kiss down his chest, but Jamie grabbed his shirt and pulled on it, rougher than he meant to, but Mason got the clue and whipped it off, throwing it onto the floor. Jamie only got to look at him for a second before swooping down and kissing his collarbone, biting roughly before smothering the mark with kisses.
It took a few moments for Jamie's mind to catch up for him to realize that Mason had stopped, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the Latino had sat up and was already looking at him. "Are you wanting to, uh, go on, or pull back and just cuddle? Cause if we do much more of this I'm not going to want to stop. I mean I will, obviously, if you want me to stop. I'm not going to force you to-" Jamie cut him off with a finger to his lips.
"Hey, it's okay. I know what you mean. And, uh, I don't think I have anything to go all the way even if we wanted to. Unless you do?" Mason shook his head, looking a little sad at that fact, and Jamie ran a hand through Mason's curls, brushing them out of his face. "Okay, so we'll just do that later. That doesn't mean we can't enjoy right now."
"So how far, then? Are you wanting to try, like, blowjobs?" He shuffled back so that he was kneeling on the ground between Jamie's legs, and Jamie's cock jumped in excitement at the position. "Or do you think you'll make too much noise, cause you were kinda loud when I was kissing your neck."
Jamie's face flushed. "And biting! And sucking!" He cried, indignantly.
"Still," Mason said with a sly grin. "That was just your neck." Jamie started to speak when Mason continued. "And your parents are on the other side of the wall."
Jamie froze, eyes wide and his face flushed before he wildly shook his head. "We'll just cuddle for now."
Mason nodded. "Okay. Sometime later, then." He looked a little disappointed for a second but then it's gone and Jamie isn't sure.
He climbed off of the ground and started undoing the button and zipper Jamie raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I'm not about to sleep in pants, regardless of what we do," he said before he paused as though he just thought of something. "Unless you'd rather I-" and Jamie can guess what he's about to ask.
"No. No, please don't." Jamie watched as Mason took off his pants. "C'mere." He sat up and held his arms out and Mason stepped between his legs, and Jamie wrapped his arms around Mason's waist, bringing him into a hug, face pressed into his tummy. Mason's own arms encircled Jamie's head.
Jamie breathed in his smell and then looked up to Mason, smiling softly. "Hi."
"Hi," Mason whispered back.
"I love you, you know?" He said as he pressed a kiss to the other's tummy.
"And I love you. Now, c'mon. Get your pants off so we can go to bed."
Jamie stood and kissed Mason on the lips as he dropped his pants to the ground. He grabbed the darker skinned hands and pressed light kisses to the knuckles of each.
Climbing on the bed, Jamie tugged on Mason's hands pulling him on with him. They got lay down and it took a few moments for them to get settled with the blankets pulled up over them. They eventually ended up with Mason laying on his back and Jamie on his front, laying on half on Mason, with his head on his chest. Mason's arms were wrapped securely around Jamie and one of Jamie's arms was holding onto Mason's that was behind his head, and the other was rested on Mason's tan chest, doodling nonsense patterns. Their legs were entangled together and Jamie wouldn't have it any other way.
"Good night, boyfriend."
"Good night, boyfriend."
As they were drifting off, Mason kept kissing Jamie's hair, and in turn, Jamie would kiss Mason's chest as they both muttered their 'I love you's until their eyes stayed closed and their breaths evened out.