Blondepotato: He is Princess Perfect xD lol! OMG, magical unicorn, HA HA! But I'm sorry, I won't say anything other than that..
Kobra Kid 8: Wrote a new chapter now, and are gonna upload a few more this week! :) It's heading to an end though :/ And I'm so sad about it, but have been writing this for over 2 years, so it's about time to end it :) xoxo
Chapter twenty four - Pure bliss
Mikey's POV
It didn't take long before our jeans were pulled down and thrown down on the floor next to our shirts, Frank already in the action to take of my boxer. I laid my body down on the mattress, enjoying the sensation of his wet mouth hovering over the hem, blowing warm air on the erection, closing my eyes when it hit me. He licked my trail of pubic hair from my navel downwards. I moaned, and he didn't need anymore encouragement then that. He pulled my boxer, making me open my eyes to meet his gaze. Frank pulled his under lip forward, making innocent puppy dog eyes, leaving me giggling by his expression.
"You want them of?" I purred at him.
"Like yesterday babe." His hands tugged under my hip, pushing me up and pulling the fabric down, making me shiver from both anticipating and the cold air in the room. I couldn't help but look at Frank, his gorgeous eyes shining with lust when he made a big effort of throwing my boxers over his head, watching them fly through the air and land smoothly on the floor. He then leaned down and let his tongue trail from my bellybutton, past my erect nipples and landing on my neck, letting his intense and sex filled gaze lock with my the hole way up. I wanted to close them, just to save the feeling of him on my body, but he touched my face and shook his head.
"I want you to watch me, Mikey." I nodded my head, unable to say a word. He was dipping down, caressing my thigh with his hand, moaning into my hipbone. I started to pull on his underwear, wanting him to be as exposed as I was. Even though I was comfortable around Frank naked, I was still a bit weird about the whole sexual experience. It was completely new for me, handjobs, blowjobs, you name it. And sometimes it felt as though it was to good to be true, that's why I needed, craved, to have Frank naked next to me. Just to make the hole situation seem more real.
I leaned into him, whispering in his ear while nibbling softly on his earlobe, making him shiver and moan yet again.
"Take them of, please?" He didn't need more encouragement, as he sat up pulling the underwear down a few inches, raising an eyebrow towards me.
"So you want them of? Why is that Mikey?"
He was doing it really easy for me to play the innocent card, making him have the control. And that was how I liked it, him being the dominant part of the game.
So, I gave him the most puppy dog look I could pull of ever, making it more innocent than begging.
"Because I wanna suck on your beautiful dick?" I gave him a weak smile.
It took about a half a second before his boxer was ripped down his body, revealing the position he was in.
His cock ready for some action.
He came onto me again, sucking his way towards my face. I arched my back when he reached my stomach, hinting after more contact. He sucked in a big breath, and I prepared myself for what was coming. Instead, he pushed himself up and away, just looking at me with hungry eyes. My body twitched beneath him, begin for attention. He saw that I was struggling, so he took one of his hands and placed it on my hip.
So close, yet so far away. I sighed in frustration, but he laughed it of.
"Mikey, you are so beautiful. Like a piece of art." He traced his finger alongside my hip, rubbing circles with his thumb. "A perfect painting."
His kiss on my stomach made me giggle, as he blew a hot steam of air into my bellybutton.
"What artist?" Frank looked at me with amusement.
"What?" His look made me laugh.
"I wanna know if I'm weird perfect like Pablo Picasso's Guernica, mysterious perfect like Leonardo Da Vinci's Mona Lisa or just awkward prefect like Edward Munch's Scream." His hand came up and brushed my hair away from my face, smiling at me and sucked in a big breath.
"You are perfect perfect like Michael Way's most gorgeous painting ever. You are perfect because you are you. It's everything put together. Your brown eyes that sparkle in the sunshine, your cheekbone that wraps so gorgeous around that little nose of yours. And your lips, the way they open when you are so near an orgasm." I had to look away at him then with a smile and a slight blush on my cheeks.
"And your perfect personality that fits so perfectly with mine." He cupped my cheeks and turned my head to look at him. We locked eyes, starting into each other with love and care. "And I'm so glad that you let me paint a little part of you tonight. Thank you."
The kiss was, as you could guess, perfect. Moving together, tongues mixing, nibbling on lips, arms and legs wrapped around each other. Melting and becoming one person then on the bed.
"Frank, if we don't do anything soon, you will have me come before we are able to do the fun stuff!" I knew I was whining a bit when I said it, but I was so hard and leaking that it hurt.
"Oh sorry princess perfect. I will so make it up to you." He wiggled his cute butt out of the bed, and went over to his bag that was discarded on the floor.
"What are you doing? Leaving me?" He was searching after something in the bag, but took his time to look up at me.
"Oh no, I would never leave you in such a horny state, sugar. I'm just gonna get something that will make things a lot easier for us." He winked at me, and stuck his head back in the bag again.
After a few moments of searching, he nearly came bouncing onto the bed again. Holding a tube in his hands, triumph on his face. He put the tube next to us on the mattress, grabbing my thighs and pulling me closer to him, spreading my legs so he was sitting in between them. He started to kiss me frantically all over, like I was some sort of candy he wanted to eat.
"Baby, what's that?" I pointed at the tube. He took a hold of my legs again, and put them on top of his thighs, our dicks nearly brushing each other.
"It's lube. Wanna try it?" I nodded eagerly, while he popped the lid open and squirted some on his fingers.
"But, is it ok for you to bottom?" I didn't really think about it before I answered, because this was not an unfamiliar though from my side. This was something that had been inside my head for a few days.
"Yes, it's ok. I haven't down this before, and I really don't know what to do, and and."
"It's ok Mikey, I'll guide you."
I knew how gay sex worked.
There was a time were I wasn't really sure of myself. I tried to look at girls, try to find them sexy. With their curves, their boobs, and the lack of a bulge in their pants. But I soon found out that the boobs weren't really interesting, just two bumps of flesh, and that the bulge in the guy's pants was so much more exciting. So one day when Gerard was at the doctor, I went on google to experience certain things. I ended up exiting the straight sex sight, and jerk of to gay sex instead. And I kinda knew after that, that I was gay.
So theoretically, I was familiar with sex. But practically, I was scared and afraid to do something wrong. So it was a good thing that Frank was there with me, gently tugging a pillow underneath my hips, and slowly teasing my entrance. It was an odd feeling, having a finger inside your butt hole. I had never though that it felt good or that you could have sex with it.
Frank was so gentle and made sure I felt ok. He would lean in, kiss my lips carefully and smile at me. It didn't really hurt, at first. His fingers are not that big, it was more the weird feeling that made me scrunch up my face. But when he inserted a second one, I felt the start of a searing pain start in my hole and tense my muscles. He pushed his fingers slow and steady the whole way up to my hilt, before he scissorered them. I took a deep breath, trying to relax my spent muscles.
circumstances "I'm so sorry baby, but I promise you that I will make you scream my name in pleasure before this night ends." Despite of the slight pain I was in, a little giggle escaped my lips.
After a few more minutes, he soon had three fingers inside. It hurt quite a lot now, my hole throbbing from the initial stretching Frank's fingers were doing. It went on for a while, before the pain started to become more a dull ache. He would move his fingers in different angles, searching for that one spot. Suddenly a pleasuring feeling came sneaking up on me, making me move down and slowly fucking his fingers.
"Oh god, Frank. I'm ready. Please, fuck me." I begged him.
"God Mikey, with pleasure." He smiled and pulled his fingers out with great care. It felt empty, but that soon went away when I felt his dick brush over my cheeks. My breathing came out in shagged from nervousness and anticipation. My smile came lurking onto my face as Frank leaned forward, planting a kiss on my lips.
"You ready?"
"Please, do it." I breathed.
He positioned himself, and bucked his hips forward. His head felt soft, but hard against my entrance. It was such a weird, but amazing feeling, the way his head pushed at my opening, then, within moments, it popped inside. I was more aware of how the pain would feel, so it wasn't such a huge shock on my body this time, and I felt more at ease with the pain. And it just made it so much more real. This was really happening right now.
Taking a deep breath, I looked up, smiling, at Frank, who was now all the way inside. He had stopped moving, letting me adjust to his size.
"You ok?"
"Fucking great." We kissed like there was no tomorrow, lust filled and so turned on.
Frank's hips started to rock, making him slide in and out of me in a slow pace.
"Wow, Frank. This is amazing." My head fell back onto the mattress, arching my back a bit.
"You are amazing, Mikey. You are so tight." He grunted and soon he increased the speed of which he was sliding in and out. I started to giggle when I felt him move over me for every thrust.
"Wha-what are you doing?" I managed to get out between moans.
"I'm.. oh god.. Just trying.. Ugh.. To find.." He didn't need to say anything else, because I was nearly screaming out in pleasure. He hit my prostate dead on.
"Oh my god! Do that again, please?" He pulled out and quickly pushed himself hard and fast inside, hitting that pleasurable spot again and again. We were both moaning really loud, and I thanked god Gerard's room were down in the basement, while mine was on the second floor. Imagine Gerard's face in the morning if he had heard us now, the sound clearly showing what we were doing.
"You are so incredibly hot when you are arching your back like that." I smirked at him, giving him a sexy look before I arched my back like he said, making him going so deep into me.
"Ahh, like.. Uhh.. This?"
"Uh, fuck yeah!" He moaned out. He rubbed his hand over the muscles in my stomach, which were tightening by the force of my approaching orgasm.
"I'm so close, Mikey. Please, come for me, I can't hold myself much longer."
"Oh my fucking god, Frank. Oh Frank, Frankie. I love you." I was almost sobbing with relieve when his hand finally grabbed my dick, pumping me away into a pure bliss. The feeling was so intense that I had trouble laying still under Frank.
"Oh my god, Frank. I'm so there!" My muscles clenched together, sending over the edge. My gaze was locked on Frank, into his eyes, making the orgasm so more intense. I could see when he was into that state of orgasm bliss, because his lips parted and a huge grunt came out.
We both rode out our orgasms, collapsing in a pile of legs and arms. Frank on top of me, both feeling the others sweet mixing together. I smiled when he lifted his hand to stroke a handful of hair out of my eye.
"What color?" He raised his brown and opened his mouth, question what I had just said.
"What color did you use to paint me?"
"Oh, isn't that obvious?" He looked down on my stomach were my cum was still attached after my orgasm. I followed his gaze and my eyes widened by the sight.
"wanna take a shower?" He asked.
"Yeah." I jumped up from the bed, chasing him into the shower across the hall.
Gerard's POV
The unmistakable sound of a phone that was buzzing, went of not far away from my head. I moaned in frustration, but kept my eyes closed.
I never used my phone as an alarm, so someone was calling me on a saturday morning at.. Hm, what was the time? I opened my eyelid a few millimeter, and saw the familiar red number on my alarm clock.
"It's fucking 8 am!" I grunted and rolled over on my side, holding onto my stomach while the known pain shot through my system like a bullet. It always hurt these days, and I was so sick and tired of it. The phone kept buzzing away, giving me a feeling that whoever called me at this time was in a rush to get a hold of me.
"Yeah yeah, I'm coming." I said out loud to nobody, other then my phone. I was still holding my stomach, even though I knew it wouldn't go anywhere. Or maybe I should just let go and hoping that it would go and bother someone else. With one hand, I reached over and grabbed the vibrating thing, giving a quick gaze at the caller I.D., which I didn't recognize, and pressed the green button.
"Hello?" My voice oozed sleep, while I waited for a respond on the other end.
"Hi Gerard, this is Dr. Santiago from the hospital. I hope I didn't wake you up?"
"Oh no, I was just about to get up." I lied to be polite.
"That's good. I'm sorry to call you this early on a saturday, but I was wondering if you were available today? I want to talk to you about something important, and it's best if you could drop by my office." I was a bit irritated that we couldn't just do this over phone, but I had to go to the mall anyway, so a small trip into the hospital wasn't such a huge detour.
"Sure, I can come. When would you want me to come over?" I held back a yawn, and rubbed my eyes, wishing the sleepiness away.
"10 am would be perfect, if that is ok with you?" He had woken me up at 8 am, and the pain in my stomach was too much of a big deal to make me sleep again, so I agreed on meeting him then.
"Great Gerard, well. I'll see you then. Take care!"
"You too, bye."
After hanging up, I took up from bed, feeling like a 80-year-old guy without help from a nurse. I sighed and went to find some painkillers that could stop the pain, thinking about what could possibly be so important that I had to go and meet him on a saturday. I just gotta have some patience and wait till at I get at the hospital, I though when turning on the water and stepping into the shower.
But I couldn't shrug of the feeling that something was wrong..