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Twenty-five

I gasped for air as my sweaty palms tried to grip at the wall.

"Ah...!" I could feel my knees tremble, "Gilbert!" I cried out hoarsely, "Ah...! Pl-please..."

I looked down at Gilbert through my haze, his hands pressed on my hips to stop me bucking forward into his mouth, his lips so wet and warm around me dick as he sucked me.

His rough hot tongue was rubbing the throbbing vein on the underside of my shaft. A cooler metal ball moving smoothly over me as he showed my just how thrilling a tongue piercing could be. he looked up at me with a sultry gaze, knowing fine how good it made me feel. He even winked and moaned around my dick as he let his teeth graze me as he pulled back so his tongue could poke and play with my leaking slit and oh my god that piercing. The head of my dick was an angry red now, my whole body was shuddering with arousal as the pressure built up towards release and he gave me what I wanted to gasp and moan his name but not quite enough to have me shoot my load and finally feel that orgasmic rush.

He brought his mouth off my hard on and licked the precum from his lips. He fixed me a sexy grin and rubbed his cheek too my dick, kissing along it so that I could feel his hot breath on my sack, "So mag ich dich, Mattie... Mmmm...!" His words were sent straight down to my dick, he was speaking in his native language,

Fuck this was good. Fuck, fuck, this was so much better than anything my hand could ever give me. Gilbert was worshiping my cock and I loved it. I loved how he made it seem like he loved sucking off so much and the way he moaned around me. I was so happy that I had him now and I had him for good, now I would never have to do this alone again. I was certain Gilbert would be okay with helping me get off from now on.

My breath was sharp, he was licking and running his teeth over my balls, "G-Gilbert," I choked out, shaking as I teetered to close to the edge, "I need to... Cum! Ah! Please!" I could barely hold myself up.

He snickered and looked up at me before speaking in English, "Hey Mattie..." He spoke in such a soft intimate voice that even plain English sounded so hot on his lips, "You are making me so horny... Do you want to fuck my mouth?" Just asking nearly got me there... I was worried that he would never offer!

I tried to speak but my lips wouldn't work so I just nodded, "P-Please...!" I spluttered.

He took his hands down from my hips and I reached forward, I wanted to touch that soft hair, that beautiful soft white hair but before I could reach it I was stopped. Gilberts hand grabbed my wrist and held my hand, interlocking our fingers. I liked that better, holding his hand as I slowly and cautiously moved my hips into his receiving throat.

He gave me a small groan in response that only made me quicken. Soon I was thrusting in and out of his hot mouth and I could feel my tip hit the back of his throat. I gave a loud, whimper-like moan each time I found myself fully sheathed in him, his nose nuzzling the patch of hair as he made sure I knew just how much he loved this. I was hypersensitive to the chrome ball that rubbed my up just right each time my dick, so close to squirting out everywhere moved in and out of him.

I gripped his hand even tighter, it was coming and I was so ready to feel that release.

"I'm...!" I had to tell him, there was almost frustration as my words jumbled with moans and cries, "Cumming! Gilbert! Oh!"

He drew his head back just in time, I couldn't remember my screams or shouts, I must have whited out as I finally felt myself explode.

Next thing I knew I was sitting down; my legs must have given up, panting I watched Gilbert with a sort of half awareness that he was wiping my semen from where it got on his face.

I blinked a little, "Eh...?" I was coming back to earth again. My eyes widened as I realised what I'd done all over him, "Oh my gosh!" I was immediately filled with sudden overwhelming embarrassment. Some of it was probably the shame that I had put on pause and built up as I used him to pleasure me.

He smirked, "It is okay..." He licked some that got on his lower lip, over the piercings and everything and closed his eyes, "Mmm..." He gave a satisfied groan.

He sat back then, we were in the high up room with all the blankets. Now it was midwinter and we spent an awful lot of time up here where it was easier to keep warm.

He looked at me as he spread his legs and I realised that he was still hard. His heavily pierced member standing proudly to attention.

I felt bad. Shoot! I had totally neglected him while he did all that to me and now he had to go it alone!

He must have noticed something about the way I looked at then because he only gave me a smirk and a chuckle, "Do not worry, I am already close."

His hand started to work on his little problem. I watched transfixed as he gave a little sigh and rubbed the piercings, focusing mostly on his base and sack, rubbing them in full sight of me.

"Are you liking this show?" He purred before groaning.

"I should help with that..." I said as I watched, though I had to confess watching Gilbert jack off as he stared right at me was kind intimidating in the best way.

He shook his head and his breathe hitched for a moment before he smiled, "You just say there..." He told me, "And watch me do this to myself."

That was an order I could manage.

So I kept watching him. At some points I was scared that I was being awkward. Was I meant to say something? Compliment him? But I got too nervous to speak.

Instead I just watched as he started to make some noises and I watched with some kind of messed up fascination as he brought himself to orgasm with his hand.

I bit my lip and averted my eyes. It felt so lewd to watch him spurt cum all over himself as he repeated my name like a mantra.

I waited for him to calm before I looked back to see him wiping himself off and smiling. He opened his arms for me and I ran straight into them. He was sticky and I was sweaty but that was okay. We were just fine.

If someone were to look in at our relationship right now it might look like it was entirely physical.

But really, him sucking me off back there was the first time he had coaxed me into doing anything sexy with him. We made out a lot but I liked that. And he was respectful. I was almost afraid he wouldn't be... But he was. I liked that.

The past two weeks had been the best of my life. Ever since I gave Gilbert the title of being my boyfriend I had just been happy.

He lay back, pulling a blanket over us both as he ran his hands over my arm gently, "Mattie," He murmured, "Do you know, I do not usually like sucking cock..." He chuckled, "But I liked sucking yours!"

I flushed and pushed his hands off me, "Way to lower the tone! Why do you always make things so weird...?" I grumbled.

He laughed and kissed my head, "But you have a nice dick!" He continued and I put my hand over his face. He but he only laughed more and licked my palm so I pulled it away, "You are too cute."

I just rolled my eyes and we were silent for a moment. There was something I had to say.

"Um..." I began, "Sorry that... I... I never helped you out." I fiddled with the edge of my blanket, "I didn't really know how..." I was embarrassed to talk about it, but I wanted him to know I wanted to give back what he gave to me.

He smiled even though I wasn't looking at him, "That is okay Mattie. You watched me do it to myself and I found that hot!" I looked at him and he winked.

I laughed nervously, "Well I didn't really do much there for you... Should I have said something?"

He smiled again and pressed his lips to my neck, mumbling to me, "It was fine," He could feel his eyelashes on my skin as he blinked, "I just wanted your eyes on me... I thought it was fucking sexy." He played with my hair, "Did you like what we did?"

I smiled wide. This was it, this was our life. We were going to be happy like this and no uncertainty was going to split us up any more. We were going to be strong together.

I nodded, "Yeah! I had never felt anything like it..." I gushed.

He sat back and stretched, "You did not tell me to stop!" He reminded me. When I agreed to this I had told Gilbert I might tell him to stop doing things to me and he agreed that he would without a fuss. But he also told me with full confidence I wouldn't be telling him to do that. I made a sour face, not wanting to admit he was right, so, so right.

I looked up at him from leaning on his chest, "That's not, like," I thought of how to put this, "Gonna happen every night... Right?" I didn't want what we had to become all physical.

He wrinkled his nose and shook his head, "Nah, we will just do it when we want to!" He looked so soft. His hair like feathers.

I sighed contently, "I'm glad we talked about this..." I told him, looking back at him.

He chuckled, "You like talking about all this."

I nodded, "It makes it seem real. Because when you don't talk about it feels wrong. So we talk about it."

He nodded. He didn't want to bring up any issues.

Not much he changed about our lives since I told Gilbert I loved him. Judas was gone. That was a big thing. Gilbert just brought home the papers home one night and tossed them over. There on the front was a mug shot of Judas. He was in prison now, we didn't go to court with him, we had made sure when we were calling the cops that we were anonymous but I was aware that some witness came forward or something. We didn't talk about it. That was dead and buried the day we left him and he wasn't going to reclaim any power over us to bring all that back. It was over.

He pushed me off of him so he could stand up and stretch, "Man, I am hungry now!" He changed the subject and my stomach seemed to grumble in response to him.

I lay back, still not quite ready to move myself and watched him dress, "Are we still getting that pizza?" He had promised takeout pizza for dinner. I probably shouldn't have been holding him to that now that I didn't even pay rent but I was starving and I, like, really wanted a pizza.

He nodded as he pulled a tight red t-shirt over his head that was complete with glitter flames, "I will go and get the awesome pizza!" He threw my clothes over to me, "Put on clothing if you are cold! Jeeze..." He kicked over my underwear, "You could have folded these at least."

I frowned over as I pulled on my boxers quickly, "You're just weird for folding them. It took you way too long and that was just awkward." I remembered with some remorse the way that we sat in painful silence - butt naked as Gilbert folded his clothes right, muttering that I hadn't made mine neat.

He rolled his eyes, "Being neat is sexy. I want to fuck a dryer." He said with all seriousness as he proved his point.

I just looked at him. What the heck?

He grabbed his wallet, "Okay!" He said, not caring to elaborate on his last point, "I will be back very soon!" He blew me a kiss and the next thing I knew he was gone, laughing into the night.

x++x

I waited patiently; the time passed quickly while I walked around the room and looked at the paintings on the walls.

I was looking at the largest there, one of the most prominent portraits in the room. The one of his brother.

I had refused to face it while Gilbert and I did our thing. That huge face with steel like eyes. But even with how stern the painting made Ludwig look, I could see how precious he was to Gilbert. It was the care put in. Each line there with precision and grace. Nothing wasted.

"Mattie I am home!" The announcement came from behind and I turned to see Gilbert clamouring through the window. My eyes went straight to the large pizza box.

Once standing he reached in his pocket and tossed me a can, "I got a free drink with a large pizza so we can share this, ja?"

I looked at what he had chosen, coke lite. That seemed odd.

"Why diet coke?" I asked, not that I had anything against the lower calorie cola, I never pinned Gilbert as a guy who would pick the diet option.

He laughed and took it so he could open and take a long sip from it, "It makes me look good!" He announced, "How do you think I stay sexy? It is this and milk."

So I didn't really think that was entirely true. But if he thought that milk and diet cola were the keys to his gorgeous form then he could keep drinking it for as long as he lived.

"What pizza did you get?" This could make or break the evening.

He grinned and with a swooping gesture, opened the box, "All the meat they had!" He exclaimed.

I looked at the fatty grease fest going on on that pizza... It looked amazing.

"That's perfect...!" My mouth was already watering.

"Right?!" He sounded real proud of himself.

I really did love living this way with him.