I knocked at the door ceaselessly for five minutes straight before Pete opened the door, red eyed and sniffing.
"What?" he asked, rubbing his face with his sleeve.
"I'm sorry," I replied and thrust a bottle of Jack Daniels towards him.
He looked at the bottle and then at me. For a second he looked like he wanted to hit me again but then he sort of slumped in on himself, snatched the whiskey and stalked back into his flat. He left the door open and I took that as invitation to follow him.
I closed the door behind me and went to sit down next to him on the sofa. He had twisted open the bottle and was drinking straight from the neck. He spluttered slightly; Pete had no head for spirits. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he turned to glare at me.
"What were you playing at? Why do you always get so bloody jealous?" he spat at me, "Always! I get a nice girl and you're glaring at me from the corner!" he drank more whiskey furiously.
"I'm sorry," I repeated and let him berate me and get drunker and drunker.
After a while he was swaying gently and pointing at me. He was flushed and his face was screwed up with anger. I had never wanted him more. My cock was throbbing dully and my hands were in fists by my side. If I hadn't been careful, they would have been wiping away his tears and stroking his hair.
"You never even get girlfriends," he was slurring, "You only care about the ones I'm with."
"That's because I'm in love with you," I said quietly.
I hadn't meant to just tell him. Kiss him, grope him, bite him, but never just come out and say that I loved him. Somehow though, when push came to shove, I didn't want to just shag him anymore. I didn't want to take advantage of him. Because I did love him. Shit.
He looked at me in surprise. He hadn't expected me to reply to any of his angry questions, let alone with something like that.
"Poppy," he said dully, "You mean Poppy. You fancied her. Didn't you?" his eyes were desperate.
"No Pete," I replied, "I love you. Sorry."
The 'sorry' slipped out. It's was possibly the worst declaration of love ever. Pete looked at me in stunned silence and a tear sneaked past his eyelids and trickled down his cheek. I reached over and wiped it away with my thumb, cradling his face in my hand. I realised what I was doing and snatched my hand away, apologising softly.
"So, you wanted to get rid of Poppy and Daisy so you could have me," he said softly, looking downwards.
It wasn't a question, but a statement. I nodded shamefully. He looked me right in the eye.
"Why don't you then?" he asked, looking straight at me.
I blushed and tried to look away. He stubbornly held my eye. He closed his eyes and parted his lips slightly. I stared at him and started to breath heavily. His eyes snapped open and he glared at me.
"Kiss me, Stitch!" he said, "Your brilliant plan worked, Poppy and Daisy are gone, and I'm here offering myself to you. The least you can give me is a kiss." He closed his eyes again and despite his devil may care attitude, started to tremble slightly.
I blinked slowly and leaned over to kiss him softly on the lips. As I began to draw back, his hands suddenly sprang to life and dragged my head back to his by my hair. He opened his mouth widely and ran his tongue along my bottom lip. I wrapped my arms around his skinny body and held him as tightly as I dared. He moaned into my mouth as I sucked his tongue. I pulled him into my lap, belatedly remembering the erection I was expertly hiding under my carefully arranged parka. Feeling it pushing into his thigh, Pete rubbed himself against my straining cock wantonly.
"You never said... never let me touch you... what was I supposed to do?" he whispered desperately, "Wait around for you forever?"
"I did," I said.
He fumbled with my trousers and put his hand down my pants. The look of intense concentration on his face nearly did me in then and there. There was a little crease between his eyebrows and his tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth. In some weird form of retaliation, I put my hand on his crotch and rubbed it in time to his jerking my cock. He made a mewling noise in the back of his throat and pushed his groin into my hand.
Some rational part of me realised that if I didn't act quickly, it would all be over soon. There was no way of knowing if I would ever be in this position again, I may as well make the most of it. I started to get up and held him closer to me as I stood. He wrapped his legs around me eagerly.
"Got some KY jelly in my room," he said, between kisses, "Want you to fuck me."
I stumbled towards his bedroom, cupping his perfect arse in both hands. I threw him on the bed and started to undress him as fast as I could while he scrabbled with my shirt. Both of our shirts open, we rubbed our chests together. He started pinching my nipples and licking them, before leaning over the side of the bed and rummaging in his end table. He produced a set of metal clamps and jingled them in front of my nose.
"Can I put these on you?" he asked.
I nodded nervously. As if I could refuse him anything. He smiled widely and returned his wet mouth to my chest, nipping and sucking. Eventually, when they were pink and swollen from his attentions, Pete put the clamps over my sensitive nipples. I gasped at the pain, but still enjoyed the squeezing sensation. Pete smiled again and set to work getting rid of the rest of our clothes. He looked hungrily at my naked body and kissed me again. After some more riffling through the end table, he produced a half used tube of lube. I didn't like to think what the other half had been used for.
He threw the tube at me and I caught it one handed. He started to turn onto his stomach, but a grabbed a bony hip and pushed him back onto his back.
"I want to see your face when I'm fucking you," I whispered into his neck, while I pushed one lubed up finger into him.
He gasped and his eyes rolled back into his skull and he groaned loudly. I added another finger and circled them around inside him, stretching him.
"Now! Put it in now!" he commanded.
Obediently I removed my fingers and pulled his cheeks apart with both hands. I slid into him in one long thrust. He was still so tight, I felt a twinge of guilt and hoped that I hadn't hurt him. He locked his ankles together at the base of my spine and pulled me closer, raising his hips. I took the hint and started pushing in and out of him.
"Harder!" I grabbed his hips and fucked him deeper.
"Ah, wait, ow," I instantly stopped and looked at him with concern, "Banged my head," he grimaced, "Hang on, I've got an idea." He pulled off me with a soft wet squishing noise and went to his cupboard.
I turned around to watch him anxiously while he was bent over double, exposing his gaping hole, searching through his clothes, until he straightened up and pulled on his helmet.
He skipped back towards the bed and lay down underneath me.
"Well, come on then," he said impatiently.
I nodded mutely and pushed back inside him. Noticing his own erect cock, swaying like a metronome in time to our thrusting, I palmed it and jerked him off. I was, by this stage, thanking God that I'd asked to do it face to face. Missing Pete's sex-faces would have been tragic. Even at the best of times, when he wasn't in the throes of sexual ecstasy (I don't like to blow my own trumpet but if you'd been there, you'd get it. Toot, toot), his animated face would contort in the most fantastic ways. Right now it looked like he was trying to eat his own ear and play a kazoo at the same time.
His helmet was banging against his metal bed frame rhythmicly and little gasps were escaping me. I grabbed the Jack Daniels off the floor and took a long gulp. I swallowed half of it and let the other half drip into Pete's open mouth. He swallowed it and licked the residue off my lips.
"Yummy," he said softly and kissed me.
It wasn't like the other kisses, all tongues and teeth, it was softer, sweeter. Belatedly I realised that I was about to come. I groaned against his lips and came inside him. He looked down at where we were still joined and touched the base of my cock. I reluctantly pulled out of him and turned all my attentions to his throbbing erection. After half a minute he was thrashing desperately and coming, screaming my name, and making some kind of elephant impression. I've heard him do that one in the pub. If only I'd known, I would have had enough wank material to get me through a few more lonely nights. Not that I'd need it now. Hopefully.
"No more girlfriends, alright?" I said.
"Alright," he smiled.
Now we're lovers.