I open the door. What is he doing here, now? Without words, he enters the house and grabs my face, kissing me. Almost roughly, he pushes me back and shuts the door, never keeping his lips from mine for more than a second. We twist around and are at the foot of the stairs, still kissing. These aren't the almost-chaste kisses we exchanged a few days ago. These are rough and passionate. His tongue is warm as it invades my mouth. Why is he here?
I pull away and look at his face, trying to keep a somewhat-level head while my body demands instant gratification, but I won't take part in something he won't remember or will regret in the morning—I can't do that to him. I look him in the eye. Is he drunk? High? Nope, his eyes only show raw hunger and need. Alright, we're gonna do this. I kiss him back and he grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling up. I make it easier for him by lifting my arms. My shirt falls to the floor, and he begins on his hoodie and t-shirt, as we make our way upstairs. His chest presses against mine and it's total electric warm currents again. I grab his hip as we pause part way up, continuing to make out, and he starts on my belt.
I help him with his jeans as he's pulling mine off of me, and they're then next casualties left on the stairs in Zach's war on clothing. God help me! We get to the top of the stairs, somehow. Still joined at the lips and clad only in our underwear, we make it to my room. The bulge in his boxers and his eager expression make me burn. We kiss all the way to the bed, and he throws himself down on the edge, pulling himself further onto it. Suddenly, in this haze, I realize I don't have condoms or lube. Fuck! Then I remember my character dilemma and realize Zach's experience with men is most likely non-existent, and he probably doesn't know what he likes anyways, so I stop worrying and just let it happen. Meanwhile, he's looking at me and it's so hot.
He pulls me on top of him and we continue to kiss. His hands are all over: my hair, my back, my face, my side, like he can't get them everywhere he wants at once. I trail kisses down the side of his face along his neck and suddenly he's flipped us over and is on top, and between kisses he has the most satisfied little smile. Oh, you're enjoying this, huh? I vow to make this an amazing experience for him, and flip us back so I'm on top again.
His hands are above his head, unmoving, and it's like my fantasy with the zip ties in the hardware store. I pull my lips from his and begin my descent downward, slowly. I feel his blood pumping rapidly, like a drum going faster and faster as I kiss him. I kiss over his heart, showing it the extra attention it deserves as is beats its rapid tattoo. Midway down his chest, while still kissing, I begin to pull his boxers down. Beautiful man. The hair that extends down from his bellybutton is sparse and lighter than on his head. Gabe's bawdy comment from the other day pops in my head "No glove, mouth love!" Ug! I expel my brother from my brain during sexy time, before I heave and Zach takes it personally. I continue to kiss down, around his navel, along his hip bone down, lower, lower. I peek up between kisses and his eyes are closed with a smile on his face and he's so gorgeous right now.
Instead of immediately taking him into my mouth, I continue kissing around his cock, along his inner thighs, above the thatch of hair at the end of his happy trail. My hands massage his thighs, stroke his stomach, my stubble brushes around every curve, but Zach, who's never been a complainer, doesn't say a thing. His hips shudder slightly every few seconds, and I can tell he wants to thrust, but he trusts me, and I'm humbled. I gently put his head in my mouth and wait for a second. He moans, so I continue, slowly, slowly, taking all of him, licking, blowing, sucking, at first gently. His hips rock and I continue harder, my hands grab onto his hips, fingers wrapping around to his ass and I continue blowing him. He finally makes a noise.
"Come-coming!" he warns me. I continue, determined to finish what I've started. He comes and though I don't normally, I swallow; this is a special occasion. After, I begin my ascent kissing all the way back up, again, paying special attention to his heart. When I get to his mouth, his satisfied grin makes not yet having any release myself so worth it. We begin making out again, and he flips me over with a smile like he wants to return the favor. Oh no, Student, this is all about you right now. I flip him back and he smiles and it's such a relief to see that smile that I smile. Master begins his way down again. This time, I explore more. Flipping him over onto his stomach, I kiss his shoulder blades, down his spine, and spend a lot of time kissing the area he caught me staring at in the hardware store. His ass is so sexy and between kisses, my fingers play between his cheeks.
I can tell he's not exactly sure about this, but he's still trusting, so I continue with the kisses, leaving a wet trail over his backside, between his thighs, to the backs of his knees, which I've never really paid attention to before on a guy, but years of surfing and skating have made his legs hot. He's grabbing pillows and moaning into them as I continue. He's hard again. I flip him over and use my hands along with my mouth this time.
Eventually we fall asleep, but soon after, I'm awaked as he begins kissing his way down me. There's definitely something to be said for being with younger men. This time I allow it and he takes his time. I'm not sure if he's nervous or excited but I don't want to make him feel awkward in any way, so I gently encourage him to explore. His attentions are hot and I am rock hard and ready to explode, but this is still about him. I'm glad I had decided he'd be worth it; I was definitely correct. He takes me into his mouth and though he's a little clumsy, it's an almost-holy experience watching him. I come and we're both exhausted. He crawls back up to the pillows and collapses, and then begins drawing swirls on my chest and stomach with his fingers till he drifts off to sleep. For the second time with this boy—no, this man—I wonder how tonight will affect tomorrow. In his sleep, he turns over to his side, his ass pressed against me. I throw my arm over him, spooning, determined that he won't sneak off this time.
The sun is shining when Zach begins to move, though it's still early. I'm awakened by his movements, my arm is over him still, and at some point while we slept, his arm aligned with mine with his palm over the back of my hand. Adorable.
"Good mornin,'" I greet him, deciding to offer to make French toast. God last night must've meant something if I'm willing to potentially kill him by cooking for him. He interrupts my thoughts.
"What time is it?" Oh God, he's gonna bolt. I should have known. I look around for the clock, but I'm barely awake and my eyes are still adjusting. I just close them, determined not to help him take off.
"Why, you got somewhere to go?"
"Yeah, yeah. I gotta go." Did last night mean nothing to him? I'm not too much of a cuddler, but to hit it and quit it your first time with a guy stings. And it's not like I'm some random stranger he needs to sneak out on. Why am I being so needy about this? He begins to pull himself up.
"Wait," I implore, grabbing him and pulling him back into the warm bed. I will fight for this.
He leans back into the bed, aligning our arms once again, threading his fingers over mine. He gives my hand a slight squeeze, gently saying, "Listen, I gotta go." I take this to mean he's actually got somewhere to be, which he might, and I let him go, throwing my arm that held him above my head.
I watch him grab his boxers and turn away to put them on, still shy, which I would normally find ridiculous considering the body part he's hiding spent a good amount of time in my mouth last night, but for some reason, with Zach, it's kind of cute. He shuffles to the door and turns around.
"Late." Oh my God. Way to ruin the moment, dude.
"Late-er," I reply. He rolls his eyes and grins. I grin back and he leaves.
I burrow back down into the blankets and go back to sleep. I think it's gonna be okay—I hope.