"I just can't help myself …"
Fanfiction by: A J
(Standard disclaimer applies. Story is now rated M. Mature audiences only, please!)
Chapter 3:
"The downward spiral"
"Why not come cuddle up with the real thing, qingren?" a heavenly voice whispered from the far side of the room. Eric whipped around in the chair, and the slim form dressed in white (No wonder he'd missed it in the predominantly tan room, especially in the dark!) sat up to reveal a heavy fall of black hair, and a pair of twinkling eyes over a wide smile. Swinging her legs off the bed, she stood slowly and glided forward on silent feet to stand in front of him. "You forgot your supper," Hay added, holding up a carton of Chinese take-out. She sniffed and grinned. "Combination fried rice with mandarin orange sauce ... interesting. I don't think Grandma's had too many orders like that before."
Eric grinned back at her while trying to fight the blush creeping up his cheeks. He wished he hadn't asked for that particular dinner now; her quick, quirky mind was sure to draw the connection between the box in her hands and the unmistakable smell of her hair: her favorite orange-blossom shampoo combined with the scent of someone who lived in a Chinese restaurant. Hoping to distract her further, he swung the chair the rest of the way to face her, and pulled her forward until her dainty feet were squarely between his. Taking the carton from her with a murmured "Thanks," he put it on the desk behind him, and leaned into her billowing white shirt to take her scent in from the source. "But I'm not very hungry, all of a sudden." He glanced up at her face, wanting to see her expression. "At least, not for food."
Hay's pulse quickened. She leaned down and kissed him deeply. Running her hands through his hair as she pulled him up out of the seat, she slowly backed them up until her legs found the edge of his bed behind her. With a giggle, she leaned back, and let his sudden weight push them over.
Eric landed on top of Hay with an 'Oooof!' "This is insane," he whispered. "Any second now, your great-aunt, not to mention my soon-to-be second grandmother, is gonna come downstairs, swoop in here, and skin us both alive, Hay-hay." She grinned and shook her head, pulling him up the few inches their fall had offset them for another heart-pounding kiss.
"Uh-uh. Remember the wall of Air that Grandma had me conjure in the kitchen, so the band couldn't hear us interrogate you?" She kissed him again to apologize for the traumatic memory. "Well, as soon as you were through the door, I put one up in here, too." She nodded to the other side of his room and said, "That's what closed the window." She giggled and pulled him back down. 'Too much talking, not enough kissing; Seriously.'
Eric reached up and ran his fingers through her loose hair, and Hay sighed. "Guess the braid didn't hold up," he murmured, leaving a trail of kisses between his words along her jaw leading towards her left ear. She shook her head softly, ending up with their lips locked again.
"Nope," she smiled, and tugged at the buckle on his belt. He heard the metal and leather of his old belt rasp against each other as they parted ways, and he looked back up at her questioningly. He'd decided long ago that he'd never push her too far towards this; he loved her too much. If she wanted it though, then by all means, he was the last to deny her, and DEFinitely wanted to be the first to volunteer. She deserved her first time to be perfect, and he was determined to make it so. Her tremulous nod was answer enough.
He pulled back slowly, a grin stretching his cheeks to rival hers, and gave the tie of her sailor's neckerchief a tug as he stood back up. With a finger held up to forestall her questions, he swung back over to his desk and busied himself with a small set of supplies he'd put aside months ago, when he had made the decision that Hay was 'The One'.
Two tall orange-blossom candles flickered to slow life in the silver bowls he had found in a flea market downtown, and he set them each on a corner of his desk to spread their light and scent through the room. He turned back towards the bed, only to have his gentle smile – and his heart – both falter at the beautiful sight before him.
Hay had taken advantage of his few seconds' absence to divest herself of every last scrap of her clothing, and now she knelt on his bed, her hair draped in a curtain of night around her, with her hands held up before her, palms joined. She smiled mysteriously, bowed low from the waist, and held out her hands in mute invitation.
Afraid to shatter their mutual illusion, he bowed back to her, then wedding-stepped slowly her way, his eyes drinking her in like his lungs did the Air she held sway over. His hands swung up to take hold of hers, and her small smile widened into her usual ear-to-ear grin as she drew him back onto the bed and into her arms. Not for the first time, (and certainly not the last!) Eric thanked his grandfather for letting him keep his queen-sized bed from their old house in Texas.
They kissed anew, their breath growing rapidly short as Eric's hands wrapped around her tiny waist again, and he became conscious of her nimble fingers once more working at his belt. She gently tugged it loose from his jeans, and looped it around her own waist with a giggle, doing up the clasp with a 'snick'. "You'll need that later," she muttered into his neck naughtily as her hands went back to work on the front of his pants. Several seconds elapsed as they just leaned together, joined at the lips, until … "Pooh! Where's the zipper on these darn things?" He caught her eyes as she sat back, and winked at her when he saw her pout.
"They're button-fly, Hay-hay." With another wink, he slid back off the bed and divested himself of the rest of his clothes. Rather, most of the rest. To her chuckling delight, he pulled his socks back up, and murmured that she did NOT need to make the acquaintance of his sub-zero toes, no matter how hot she was. Then her eyes wandered back up towards his waist, and all humor fled from her in naked anticipation.
"Glorious," she repeated from earlier, seeing him in his altogether finally. She couldn't help herself; she slid forward off the bed to kneel before him, and ran her hands up from his knees to his chest. Slowly, she caressed every inch of his exposed body, letting her fingers tell her of all they found. Her eyes meanwhile were transfixed on the engorged phallus before her, bobbing slowly with every beat of his heart and every gasp of his breath as she explored him.
Having touched everywhere else, her hands made their inevitable way to the organ before her. Gently wrapping one hand around his shaft, she played the fingers of the other along the surface of him, starting at the shiny, leaking tip and slowly, agonizingly, with featherlight brush-strokes, towards the base, and his straining testes. Eric groaned. Hay gasped herself at the jump his penis gave, and the strong pulse she could feel just under the skin against her palm. With a giggle of delight, she leaned forward and kissed the side of his shaft, just above her hand. He jumped again, first at the touch of her lips, then at the shock of her low breath as it chilled the moist imprint her mouth had left.
"H – Hay …" he managed to utter, his feet rooted and his hands clenched, trying not to give in to the base desires flowing like lava through his brain and burning away all higher thought.
She transferred her hold on him to his hips, and turned him around. Then with a gentle tug, she led him back to the bed, where he collapsed when the edge of the mattress met the back of his knees. Giggling in triumph, she swooped over him onto the bed, settling sideways against his chest so she could continue examining his private parts. 'Private no more,' Hay thought to herself with a proprietary grin. They were hers now, and she'd be damned to Mount Thanos herself if she was gonna share 'em anytime soon. Maybe not even with the rest of the boy attached in question. She giggled again at that errant thought, and swept forward to plant a kiss to the head of his shaft.
That was all it took to push Eric Lyndon over the edge. Her supple hands and her gusts of breath had worked him to a boiling point already, and at the feel of her beautiful lips against him, he exploded in orgasm, his juices pouring forth in spurts aimed right at Hay Lin.
After a first surprised gasp at the impact of ejaculate on her golden cheek, Hay jumped back forward, and sank her tiny mouth around the head of him, drinking every bit of him up as fast as she could. She'd heard of this from Stacy Roman in first-hour Calculus. According to the cheerleader hopeful, boys went nuts for this, and it was one of the few pregnancy-safe ways to play around. Stacy had also said it was horrible-tasting, however, and to expect the worst. With her first taste, Hay tossed any reference from another girl out of her head. Slightly bitter, very salty, and coarse in a sticky way, it reminded her of the salmon roe Grandma bought for their new Saturday Sushi Lunch special. Licking the last drop up with a satisfied grin, she turned around to face her new lover.
"Yum! Liquid sushi!" She squirmed up his body, straightening against him as she went, so her lower legs were dangling off the edge of the bed as well. She used a finger to pluck that first errant drop of him off her cheek and into her mouth as she watched his eyes slowly unclench and his breathing return to a semblance of normal. Not that it would stay that way for long tonight, if she could help it.
She dove forward and kissed him, letting his tongue pass her lips as hers did his, sharing her first intimate taste of him. He coughed at the salty brush of her tongue over his, then grinned against her lips. So that was what he tasted like. He growled low in his throat, and rolled them over. Now he wanted a better taste of her.
Hay gasped and giggled as he slowly kissed his way down her body. It wasn't fair; he knew where all her most ticklish spots were, thanks to Irma, and he hadn't had any she could exploit on him. Then he paused at her breasts, and left little rings of kisses around her nipples before slowly, slowly, licking each of them, like a cat bathing a litter-mate. Then he gave each breast a hard suckle, making her nipples tight and hungry for attention, until she gasped again when he suddenly continued downward and left them screaming for his touch.
His trail of kisses slowly meandered down her taught, golden belly, until he arrived at the tiny triangle of dark, springy hair just starting to grow over her mons. He gave special attention to it with his fingers, slowly separating as many of the tight curls from each other as he could with careful combing strokes, then with a sigh, lowered himself that final inch to her superheated core. At the barest touch of his fingers, Hay Lin let her breath out in an explosive rush, and opened herself up to him, propping her feet on the edge of the bed. He spent several long seconds just admiring her hidden folds, just a tidy line in her skin intimating there was anything more to her exquisite body than perfect pre-woman wrapped in golden skin.
With a decadent grin, he sank down and pressed a kiss to her newly-revealed second set of lips. Hay cried out, surprised and shocked as her body started to quiver under his ministrations. She could hear his chuckle as he slowly ran one careful thumb across her inner mysteries, and she whined in frustration when he pulled it away, only to gasp again as his lips came back, this time accompanied by his tongue. She squirmed as he teased her with tongue and fingers, at first only on the surface, then slowly going boldly where no man has ever gone before. When he found her clitoris, she couldn't fight back the hyperactive giggle of excitement he gave her, and when he kissed it, she started to hyperventilate in ecstasy.
Carefully drawing her open with his thumbs, Eric marveled at her many gilded secrets, and grinned as his attentions brought a flush of pink to her nether regions, as though her entire body were blushing under his touch. He leaned back in and softly laved his tongue from the bottom to the top of her hidden slit, watching with renewed excitement as her tiny clit jumped when he bumped it with his nose on the way. A naughty idea sprang to life in that instant, and he dove in, slowly French-kissing her intimate folds while using his nose to bat her throbbing 'little man' back and forth. Hay's ragged gasps of his name were all the reward he could ask for, and then …
Her body started to buck, and she sank her fingers into his hair in an effort to aim him just where she needed to be touched next, and suddenly, it didn't matter where he was touching, everywhere was perfect, and she orgasmed under him, her inner fluids flowing out in a river of excited hormones. He did his best to lick it up as she had to him, but found he was just not equal to the task, and when he slowly knelt back from his position, leaned over the bed on the floor before her splayed body, he looked like his chin had been glazed … with love. Hay grinned over her belly at him at the thought.
Dropping her feet, she sat back up in a rush and leaned forward to kiss Eric. Her nose drew in the unmistakable scent of both their arousal, as she became aware of her sweat, and his as her hands drew around his back, and through the rivulets trickling off of him. Then their tongues crossed paths again, and she got her first taste of herself. If he was sushi, she was sweet and sour sauce, she decided. Though that might just have been the insane amounts of soda she habitually consumed. With a giggle, she slowly pulled back from him, wiped her excesses from his chin, and slowly layered her nipples with the liquid.
"What are you doing that for, Hay?" His eyes were dancing with humor … and hunger. She empathized completely.
"Just saving it for you for later, qingren," she answered with a smile. "I know you'll want to savor it, and there's no point wasting any more on the sheets." She stood up slowly, enjoying the way his eyes followed the slightest tick of muscle under her skin, and drew him to his feet too. Throwing her arms around him, she uttered a strangled "Thank you," into his shoulder. Eric held her close, feeling awkward suddenly.
"Hay, what is it?" he asked, when he became aware that she was crying softly. Pushing her back to arms' length, he saw that though she was crying, she was smiling too, and her grin only widened under his scrutiny.
"I've wanted to do this since Valentine's Day, that's all." Her grin was self-deprecating. "Now I'm wondering why I waited. Of course, if I hadn't, I never would have heard what a 'Blow Job' was from Stacy, and seeing how you enjoyed it, I'm glad I learned that one." Her dimples were a magnetic draw, and he leaned in and kissed her again.
"I'm glad you waited, too, Hay. For your sake. I told you a while ago I'd wait till you were ready, and I still mean it. If you want more, I'm all yours, baby. But please, if you want to stop, by god you better get dressed again, 'cause I don't think I can be the responsible guy I'd like to be if you don't." She giggled again, low and sultry, and he pulled her into another hug just so he wouldn't have to watch her tiny perfect breasts bouncing. Though the feel of them sliding up and down against his chest, as she laughed even harder at his transparent tactic, was an exquisite form of torture in its own right.
She stopped soon enough, and snuggled closer, her eyes just peeking over his shoulder to his desk, where the candles still blazed tall. With a sniff, she recognized the type in an instant, and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Awwww, what're you gonna do if I find a new favorite shampoo? I don't think they all come in a matching candle-scent." He gave her a playful swat on the ass, and she squeaked in delight. Giving him an answering pinch, she pushed him into his chair, and handed him back his now cooled-off combination rice. "Eat up, mister. I'm not done with you yet, and I don't want you fainting in the middle from hunger." Bounding over to where she'd left her clothes, she dug out her always-carried emergency spork, and handed it to him.
Popping the carton open, he gave it an appreciative smell, then grinned at her. "It just isn't the same, now. I like sweet and sour a bit more, I guess." She blinked in surprise, then gave him a hug with a squeal. "Do you want some too? I could present the same argument," he added, waving a spork-ful before her.
"Hmmmm, save me a few bites." She knelt in front of the chair and wrapped her tiny hands around his member, already flying at half-mast again from her proximity alone. "I want some more liquid sushi, first."
As her lips closed around the head of him, Eric realized saving her some wouldn't be a problem. He was afraid to try to eat any himself, certain he'd end up choking instead as her minute motions already had him fully engorged and ready to explode again, and it had only been six seconds. He set the take-out carefully back on his desk again, and tried not to fall out of the chair as she shattered his mind again with her affections.
Several breathless minutes later, Eric stumbled back over to his window and tried to tug it open, only to run into a slim layer of Air rushing all along the wall at gale-force speed. Realizing this must be Hay's sound-bubble, he turned back to her with a pleading look. She was already sitting in his chair, slowly chewing a tough bite of cooled chicken from his dinner. With an "Oh!" she set the carton back down and came over to him. Running a finger across the window latch, she grinned when they heard a 'pop', like a giant soap bubble.
Grinning back his thanks, Eric threw the window open, and hung out it for a second, breathing deeply of the cool, moist air outside. Leaving it open for a moment, he crossed back to the desk and retrieved the sweatshirt he'd dropped when she'd first spoken to him tonight. Briskly rubbing it up and down his arms, then across his chest and finally down his back, he breathed a sigh of relief. He gave the poor shirt a cautious sniff, and recoiled from the pong. Tossing the sweat-drenched garment into the far corner, he gave Hay a gentle squeeze and checked out the doorway to see if the hall was clear. Seeing no one, he gave her the traditional one-fingered shushing motion, and snuck out to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He was back shortly with an armful of fluffy bath-towels, which he set carefully at the head of his bed. Then he closed the window again, and gave her a nod.
Hay, knowing even better than him just how fine a line she was treading with her Grandma's Altermere upstairs, had been as silent as possible before he'd gotten back, and as soon as he had the door and then the window shut, she threw up a new Air-wall around the room. Breathing simultaneous sighs of relief, the pair grinned at each other. Hay Lin got out of the chair and climbed onto his bed, still carrying the carton. She settled herself with her back to the wall, spread her legs into a U, and pulled his pillow into her lap and patted it invitingly.
With a grin, Eric crossed back over to her and arranged himself against the pillow, sitting sideways with his head level with her breasts. Placing a kiss right over her heart, he grinned up at her. He was about to start after the nipple next to it when she stuck a spork full of rice and shrimp in front of his nose with a giggle.
"Food, then drink, qingren," she teased, waggling the utensil. With a resigned sigh, he accepted the spork-ful. He chewed dutifully, then gave her nipple a kiss with a grin.
"Why not both?" he said, the grin growing lecherous as it crossed his face. She laughed. God, they were bad. Brand new to sex, not even not virgins yet, and they were already acting naughty. Candracar, but she loved him.
"A few more bites first, Eric, then we can try that. I really am hungry." She belied that though, as she held another bite out for him right in front of her other nipple. She gasped in pleasure as his teeth scraped past it before his lips closed around the spork, and his breath tickled her as he withdrew.
The two shared half the carton of rice that way, eventually nibbling bite-fulls off of each other from increasingly risqué spots. Finally, Eric had Hay lying on her back again with a tiny trail of rice leading from her collarbone to her crotch, and he was slowly lapping the grains up one by one to the chorus of her giggled delight.
"I think that's enough food for now," he said, setting the carton back on his just-in-reach chair, then diving back between her thighs with a grin. Hay Lin cried out as he put her lower lips under a renewed assault of kisses. Before he could finish her off again though, she grabbed his head and pulled him back up her body.
"I can't take it anymore, Eric. I want to feel you from the inside," she moaned as she grabbed his most intimate parts and brushed them against hers, shuddering at the heat he was throwing off alone. Eric gulped. This was it, he knew. That final moment that would separate them from being eternally frustrated teenagers to eternally horny almost-adults, looking for their next 'fix'. Then another thought hit him, and he boosted himself back up on his elbows over her slim, shivering body.
"Just another second, Hay-hay. We need something." He scrambled up and back to his desk, digging frantically through the drawer he'd had the candles in. 'C'mon, I got them just for this moment,' he thought, shuffling through the small pile of partially-written songs he was dedicating to her and pictures she'd drawn for – and of – him. He practically crowed in triumph when he found the small box at the back of the drawer, and dove back into her waiting arms.
"What could possibly be missing? All I need is you, qingren." Eric mutely held up the box of condoms he'd bought over the summer with his lawnmowing-job money. A variety pack from one of the big name-brand companies, he'd cringed back then at the pricetag on it, but now, in the light of Hay Lin's glowing, thankful smile, he felt justified. "OH!" was all she could manage after several seconds of staring at the multi-colored box. Then her naughty giggling started again, and she nabbed it out of his hands, sitting up. "Which one do you want to try first?" she asked with a grin, popping open the flap in the side, and nabbing up a pair of brightly-wrapped foil squares.
He'd made up his mind long ago which one he'd start with, given a chance, and plucked the one marked 'Ribbed for her pleasure' from her grasp. Setting it aside, he took the other one, dropped it back in the box, and tossed that box onto his chair as well. Hay Lin gave him a smile and pulled him back down over her in a deep kiss.
'"Where were we ..?" she sighed, her hands trailing down his back to his hips. She grabbed him and brought her hips forward, so he could feel the heat of her against his thigh and his … Eric propped himself back upright long enough to fumble with the damn packaging, curse the prophylactic companies as he managed to roll the stupid latex sheath on himself, and stare down at her in amazement and longing. She wanted him, he had to keep reminding himself. Of all the lucky bastards in the world to pick from, she … had chosen him.
With a sigh, he sank back into her embrace, conscious of the mixed heat of their bodies at the center like never before. "I love you Hay Meiying Lin," he managed to say coherently, losing his mind already at the touch of her tiny hand as she pointed his member in the right direction, and, with a buck of her hips, swallowed his fifth limb whole with a gasp.
"I-I-I love you, too, Eric Kyle Lyndon," she managed to breath out as they became one. With an almost feral cry, she grabbed onto his hips again, wrapped her legs around his, and gasped out a sentence she'd been waiting over fourteen years unknowingly (and a year with him as the target knowingly) to say. "Now, fuck me."
He failed repeatedly to disappoint her, and she wended her way home slowly in the very wee hours of the next morning with a decided hobble, and a smile that even Mrs. Rudolph's math test first thing in the morning couldn't quell.
When asked by Irma how Eric had taken the whole Guardian thing, Hay's only response was the cryptic phrase, "I owe him a new belt."
