He looked down at me, as if expecting me to say something, but I couldn't
seem to form words. What could I have said that would have remotely
interested him? So, without a sound, I tried to back away, but his hands
were still gripping my arms. I glanced down to see his thumb gently moving
the material of my shirt back and forth.
Strange how I hadn't noticed it until that moment, but once I did, it was all I could think about. The way the silky material barely caused any friction against my skin, the way I could feel the warmth of his flesh through the sheer sleeves. It all hit me at once, and suddenly, I felt malleable. I felt like he could mold me however he chose and I would gladly take the shape he desired, just to keep those hands on me.
Then he smiled, and I found myself wondering if he could read my mind. How else would he know the exact moment to glory in his power over me?
Seemingly without any movement, we were outside. I wouldn't even have noticed it if it hadn't been for the beads of sweat on my skin that chilled me when a cool breeze came through. It ruffled my already disastrous hair, but only made his longer, dark hair dance to one side. If I wasn't spellbound before, I would have been lost in that instant.
"That's better," he whispered against my ear. When had he gotten that close?
He still hadn't released me. Instead, it felt like I was closer to him than before, which seemed impossible, since we had already been chest-to-chest. But, somehow, it happened. His hard proof was pressing against my stomach, which made my equally hard proof press against his thigh.
"Are you always this quiet?"
My mouth opened, but still nothing came out.
He quirked an eyebrow, his shadowy eyes intent on me. "Perhaps I can loosen your tongue."
And that was all the warning I had before he leaned down to kiss me. But kiss wasn't really the right word. It was so much more than that. At the first gentle touch of his lips, my eyes closed, which made every sensation all the more powerful. I felt his hot breath against me a second before he spoke again.
"Open."
My brain didn't even have time to process the command; my mouth understood and allowed him in. Gently, he backed me up against a wall, then let his hands migrate down. Not to any erogenous area, but to my hands to intertwine our fingers. It was such a romantic gesture that tears formed in my eyes.
He immediately moved his lips away from mine and studied me. "Did I hurt you? What's wrong?"
Opening my eyes, I tried to sniffle as delicately as I could. "I-I'm sorry. It's nothing...we can continue...if you want."
Smirking, he answered, "So, you do speak. I must admit that I was worried for a few minutes. You see, I love talking after sex, and our post-coital conversation would be greatly lacking if it was one-sided."
My jaw dropped again and he took it as an invitation, moving in closer to invade my mouth.
"Harry? Harry, where are you, mate?" Fred called.
I forced myself to pull away and answer my friend, "Over...over here." My voice was so breathy and dark, I barely recognized it, and therefore, was surprised when Fred approached. But the surprise wasn't just mine; I could read it on Fred's face. Though who could blame him when he came upon some stranger wrapped around his best friend?
"Harry?" the stranger whispered into my ear, sending chills all over my body. Despite my best attempt to remain in control of myself when Fred was watching, I whimpered and moved closer to the older man.
Fred tried to get my attention, "Harry, you ready to go?"
"Stay with me..." the soft voice urged.
It took all my strength to turn to him and refuse. "I'm sorry, but I...I have to go."
"When will I see you again?"
I licked my lips in thought, but had to look away before I gave in to the lust that instantly appeared in his eyes. "Tomorrow? Every Saturday I go to the rugby game at the park..."
He interrupted, "I know what game you're talking about, but only high school kids go there."
"I know, why do you think I go?"
His body tensed as he leaned back. "You like high school boys?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "I am a high school boy. What did you think?" I still can't forget the instantaneous transformation of his face when the meaning of those words sunk in. His eyes turned cold and hard, and he walked away right then without a word or a look back. And suddenly, I felt cold, colder than I had ever felt before. I was lucky that Fred was there to hold me, or I might have fallen to the ground and turned into a block of ice.
Strange how I hadn't noticed it until that moment, but once I did, it was all I could think about. The way the silky material barely caused any friction against my skin, the way I could feel the warmth of his flesh through the sheer sleeves. It all hit me at once, and suddenly, I felt malleable. I felt like he could mold me however he chose and I would gladly take the shape he desired, just to keep those hands on me.
Then he smiled, and I found myself wondering if he could read my mind. How else would he know the exact moment to glory in his power over me?
Seemingly without any movement, we were outside. I wouldn't even have noticed it if it hadn't been for the beads of sweat on my skin that chilled me when a cool breeze came through. It ruffled my already disastrous hair, but only made his longer, dark hair dance to one side. If I wasn't spellbound before, I would have been lost in that instant.
"That's better," he whispered against my ear. When had he gotten that close?
He still hadn't released me. Instead, it felt like I was closer to him than before, which seemed impossible, since we had already been chest-to-chest. But, somehow, it happened. His hard proof was pressing against my stomach, which made my equally hard proof press against his thigh.
"Are you always this quiet?"
My mouth opened, but still nothing came out.
He quirked an eyebrow, his shadowy eyes intent on me. "Perhaps I can loosen your tongue."
And that was all the warning I had before he leaned down to kiss me. But kiss wasn't really the right word. It was so much more than that. At the first gentle touch of his lips, my eyes closed, which made every sensation all the more powerful. I felt his hot breath against me a second before he spoke again.
"Open."
My brain didn't even have time to process the command; my mouth understood and allowed him in. Gently, he backed me up against a wall, then let his hands migrate down. Not to any erogenous area, but to my hands to intertwine our fingers. It was such a romantic gesture that tears formed in my eyes.
He immediately moved his lips away from mine and studied me. "Did I hurt you? What's wrong?"
Opening my eyes, I tried to sniffle as delicately as I could. "I-I'm sorry. It's nothing...we can continue...if you want."
Smirking, he answered, "So, you do speak. I must admit that I was worried for a few minutes. You see, I love talking after sex, and our post-coital conversation would be greatly lacking if it was one-sided."
My jaw dropped again and he took it as an invitation, moving in closer to invade my mouth.
"Harry? Harry, where are you, mate?" Fred called.
I forced myself to pull away and answer my friend, "Over...over here." My voice was so breathy and dark, I barely recognized it, and therefore, was surprised when Fred approached. But the surprise wasn't just mine; I could read it on Fred's face. Though who could blame him when he came upon some stranger wrapped around his best friend?
"Harry?" the stranger whispered into my ear, sending chills all over my body. Despite my best attempt to remain in control of myself when Fred was watching, I whimpered and moved closer to the older man.
Fred tried to get my attention, "Harry, you ready to go?"
"Stay with me..." the soft voice urged.
It took all my strength to turn to him and refuse. "I'm sorry, but I...I have to go."
"When will I see you again?"
I licked my lips in thought, but had to look away before I gave in to the lust that instantly appeared in his eyes. "Tomorrow? Every Saturday I go to the rugby game at the park..."
He interrupted, "I know what game you're talking about, but only high school kids go there."
"I know, why do you think I go?"
His body tensed as he leaned back. "You like high school boys?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "I am a high school boy. What did you think?" I still can't forget the instantaneous transformation of his face when the meaning of those words sunk in. His eyes turned cold and hard, and he walked away right then without a word or a look back. And suddenly, I felt cold, colder than I had ever felt before. I was lucky that Fred was there to hold me, or I might have fallen to the ground and turned into a block of ice.