This whole chapter is strict FAN-service, a sex scene , and doesn't really aid on the plot. In other words, if it makes you uncomfortable you can skip it. If you are someone that enjoys these chapters (like me) then here you go...

PS. I apologize in advance for typos. I am trying, really trying, so if you catch one that really bothers you or makes the sentence unbearable, please let me know and I will get on it ASAP!

So now for the Chapter...

When I thought about sex I usually pictured a bed, a dark night, and I imagined the feeling like masturbating, just with another person. Maybe some nice words, little whispers, but that's it.

Boy was I wrong... Was I very, very wrong, and I was so happy for that.

We were naked, his room lit by the day. The sun wasn't out, but it wasn't completely cloudy, giving the world a grayish look. We never stopped kissing, I couldn't stop touching him.

Every touch of his fingers made that part of my body shiver, and the signal traveled slowly through my body, electrifying everything, until eventually, it would end between my legs. These feelings made it inevitably impossible to keep my eyes opened, they would roll backwards or to the sides, and I didn't want to look like someone possessed by a demon while having sex, so I decided to just keep them closed. It was nothing like I had pictured it, nothing like the times I had kissed other girls, nothing like it! It was magical, ecstatic, too much, way to much for a body to handle.

When we broke the kiss he moaned out loud, I got a little scared, because when I say out loud, I really mean out loud, and I wasn't ready for it. There was no one else in the house, so for the first time he was letting his voice loose, and it was delicate and a little high pitched, but also yearning and pleasurable.

I pushed him down on the bed, wiggled my way on top of him. It was strange, I can't say everything went fluently. He was a little taller than me, he didn't work out but would swim, and as I touched him his muscles tightened, making them hard. He was lean but cut, there was no way to deny that I was making out with a boy. A very good-looking boy, but still a boy. So what did that make me? I decided to leave those questions for later.

I kissed his neck, tangling my hands in his hair. He moaned loud and long, his body started shaking under me, twitching, and I wondered if that was normal, if people usually twitched and trembled while making out.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

He looked at me, his eyes where sparking like the ocean, his cheeks where red like apples.

"I can't," he told me, and I thought I had done something wrong, or that maybe he was thinking about it and decided that he really couldn't forgive me, but then he grabbed my hand and placed it around himself. He moved it up and down, making me play with him with very precise movements, not as if we were exploring and discovering, but as if this was a mission that had to be done right and fast. Things got a little crazy then. He reached around my neck, I remember the stabbing pain of his nails into my scalp. "I can't..." he keep saying. "I can't..."

"What is it?"

He said my name.

He gasped out loud, his back arching up from the bed, his face was contorted, moaning and moaning, everything was strange.

"Shhh...shhh..." I told him, whispering into his face. I wanted to calm him down a little. He hadn't gotten like that in the tunnels, over there he was quiet and shy, but right then he was the complete opposite. He kept moving my hand, demanding from it. Tightening my grip, going faster.

I could feel the muscles of his tights tightening and letting loose just to tighten again, as if reaching for something. He kissed me, and when he did he bit down on my tongue so anxiously I tasted metal.

He layed back down on the bed and let go of my hand leaving me to continue on my own. "Ari," he asked. "Will you keep going?" He spoke between breaths, dazed, and of course I kept going. Like hell I was going to stop, I wasn't an idiot. I tried following what he had shown me. I kept moving my hand the way he had earlier, with the exact same grip and rhythm.

He shut his eyes, gripping at my neck with both hands. He was moaning, tightening his body so much the veins in his neck were protruding. His legs kept kicking, his nails digging into my neck, he was gasping for air, thrusting up into my hand, until he eventually got very quiet. He stretched his body, his legs pulling out, he dug so deep into me with his nails that for the first time I realized it actually hurt. He was trying to say something, his mouth was moving, but nothing came out. He arched his back and shut his eyes, he got so still that he even stopped breathing. And then everything came out, his semen jumped up to fall back on his stomach, and he opened his eyes gasping out loud for air.

It was like watching him die, only to come back to life in my arms. It was beautiful.

His chest was raising and falling fast and deep, recovering from the lack of oxygen. He was breathing trough his mouth, kind of like he did when he would stay underwater for way too long and come back up almost fainting. I asked if he was ok and he chuckled, rubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"That was amazing," he told me with a huge smile, still catching his breath. He reached for my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes, "that was amazing, Ari."

"Why?"

He hummed into my lips, "Because it was you."

I swallowed hard. He had gotten release, but I was so hard I was leaking. I placed my hand in his thigh and slowly moved it up. His lips quivered, his eyes shined bright like the stars in the desert. He was so beautiful. "Can I do it?"

I trailed my fingers to his back, his eyes were firm on me, never leaving my sight. When I was about to reach, he grabbed my hand. "Let me do something for you," he said, and before I knew it I was under him.

He got up and stood at the side of the bed. "Just relax there," he told me, placing a hand on my stomach and kneeling down.

I sat up, "What are you doing?"

He gave me this confused look, as if it should be obvious, "I was thinking of giving you oral sex, do you not like that?"

I was really confused, I had never...

"You don't look convinced." He got up, "I'm sorry, I should have asked. I just assumed, and that was wrong."

"No." I wanted to hold him down there, this feeling of immense loss took over me. I didn't want him to leave. "I'm the one that is sorry."

"If you're still not ready-"

"No, but I am ready!" I must have sounded super needy or super horny.

He smiled, "are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Positive."

"Yes."

"You haven't convinced me," he was being a tease.

"Dante, could you please... I really want you to give me head." it sounded super vulgar, and I got so ashamed for saying it, but he only giggled bitting down on his lower lip.

"Fine," he said, kneeling back down. He moved my legs so they would dangle on the side of the bed and got in between them, "But only because I love you."

He loves me.

He grabbed me in his hand and pulled the fore skin back, he was looking at me with the same sparkle in his eyes.

He licked the tip, and a shock of tingling-pain shot up through my whole body. Nothing had ever been there, nothing had ever touched that part of me before, and now it was his tongue doing it. I jolted forward, the hairs in the back of my neck stood up, my toes curled. He licked me again, this time from the very bottom to the top. His tongue played games at the tip, circling and sucking, as if eating a sweet candy. I will never forget the way it looked, the way it felt, that look in his eyes as he did it.

And then he went in, taking all of me into his mouth. I gasped, and my hand shot up reflexively to grasp his hair. Up and down he went, up and down with his tongue, with his mouth. He closed his eyes and went deeper, I could feel myself touching the back of his troat. I felt bad for a little, there's no way that could have been comfortable, but when I tried to pull away he held on to my thighs, and shook his head. I stopped struggling. He kept going, in and out. He was so eager while doing it, so desirous. I realized I wasn't the only one feeling pleasure from all of this, he like it too. He liked it a lot.

I allowed myself to open up, to relax. I let myself feel, and it felt so damn good.

I can teach you how to swim, he had told me, and we had laughed so much in that swimming pool.

I looked around his room, this is where we had our first kiss.

Well?

Didn't work for me.

Nothing?

Nope.

Okay. It sure worked for me.

Why had I lied back then? If I would've just given in, we could've been together all this time. We could have been doing things like this all along.

He did something with his tongue that made all of my muscles tighten, and I looked down on him, brushing his hair away from his face with my fingers.

He did that same thing again and I gasped, my legs kicking up in an uncontrollable reflex.

Bad joke. Screw you, Ari.

Why are you so mad?

Why are you so mad?

I'm not mad anymore.

So maybe it's my turn to be mad.

Okay, that's fair. How's Daniel?

You're a piece of crap, Ari.

No. Daniel's a piece of crap.

Why am I thinking about that right now?

I tightened my grip on his hair, he was so beautiful I was disgusted with myself for hurting him.

His hands rubbed up and down my thighs, they came up to my stomach and my chest, and went back down. He was licking, sucking, doing everything he could to make me feel good. He was making love to me, I could feel it. This wasn't just head, this was love. He was poring all of his love into me.

I felt so inadequate, I could never do anything. Even then, when he was giving me so much, I didn't know what to do to return any of it. I didn't know how to show my affection, I didn't know how to make love to him back, so I just tightened my grip on his hair, and thrusted into him stupidly.

I gritted my teeth. I wanted to scream, to make sounds, but I stopped all of them. Moaning just wasn't my thing. I could grunt tough, I don't know why, grunting didn't embarrass me. With every single one of his moves, I grunted and tighten my teeth.

I could feel it coming, the release I wanted, I needed to get.

I can teach you how to swim, if you want.

Dante, I wanted to tell him, you have taught me so much more.

"Don't... stop..."

My whole body tensed.

He didn't stop, not when I shook and twisted under him, not when I kicked up with my legs and wrapped them around his body, not when I dug my fingertips into his shoulders unable to control my feelings, not when I turned my legs in awkward positions, moving his body along with them. I wasn't really kissing Daniel. In my head, I was kissing you.

I thought of the times we've kissed, his face, his smile, it was always him.

I couldn't... I was going to explode.

He didn't stop until I spilled into him, finally letting go. I released him from my legs then and saw him swallow. That image has stayed with me forever. I'll never be able to explain how it made me feel. It was out of this world.

"Are you ok?" I asked him. I was scared. I thought I might have hurt him with my legs. I had a lot of muscle, I could have twisted something in his neck...

He smiled, both of his hands rubbing at the back of his skull, "it's nothing. In fact, I really, really, liked it."

"You liked what?"

"Your legs around me."

I stop worrying, and then I felt it, the enormous feeling of release. I felt so light, refreshed, brand new. I felt so alive and so well. Kind of like deflated, as if someone had poked me with a needle and everything bad had been released from my body.

I stretched my toes, they had cramped up from all that time they were curled up, it felt delicious. He cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand, and I grabbed that same hand and pulled him to me. I kissed him, and he kissed me back. I picked him up and pulled him on top of me, and we kissed and kissed ending up rolled around on the blankets, still completely naked.

"At what time do you have to be home?" He asked after a while.

"I am not going home. I am staying here with you."

He laughed, "What are you doing for Christmas?"

"You!" We both laughed. "Probably more food. What are you going to do?"

"Family is coming over." It hit me then, we couldn't be doing this, he could get in trouble. I was getting up when he said, "but not until later, so stay for a bit."

I smiled, "of course I'll stay. I'm staying with you forever. I am never letting you go again." I wrapped my arms around him and layed on his shoulder. I kissed his neck, that made him giggle. "So now that we did this, does it mean we can keep doing it, or is this only like a one-time-thing?"

"Do you want to keep doing it?"

"I want to do it all the time. Who needs school? Who needs work? I just want to be here with you."

He kissed me smiling, "we can keep doing it-" he stopped and took a deep breathe, looking at me very serious. "Have you broken up with your girlfriend?"

That caught me off guard. As horrible as it sounds, I didn't even remember of her existence. "As soon as I can. I want to be with you, Dante. You're the one."

"I better be. And you better do it, because I don't plan of sharing. Not now, not ever."

We talked for a little. I remember something about school, some stuff about work. I could smell his hair, his skin. I remember I kept drawing circles with the tips of my fingers on his stomach, he kept playing with my hair. I was so happy, and he looked happy too.

Author's question: I just heard that Mr. Saenz is in the process of writing a kind of sequel, but not really. I think it's the story but from Dante's point of view. I am so excited about this, I've been fangasming for days! If anyone knows anything about this, please let me know. I found some tweets on it, but not really any details, and I NEED TO KNOW!

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