Day 12 – Making Out
There was an awkward silence between them as they stood in front of Malik's door. It was time to say goodbye, but none of them really wanted to. "So... um..." Mariku cleared his throat.
Malik's heart was pounding like mad. "Want to come in?" he said quickly before his courage failed him.
Mariku looked at his watch. "I don't have much time," he replied sadly and Malik lowered his eyes. "But a few minutes should be okay, I think." Malik smiled. "Is it really okay, I mean, because of your sister?"
"She's certainly already asleep," said Malik and unlocked the door. It was dark in the apartment. Malik turned on the lights in the hallway and put a finger to his lips. "We have to be quiet," he whispered, and slipped out of his shoes.
They tiptoed to Malik's room. There was this awkward silence again. Malik sat down on his bed and stared at his feet. "I thought it was very nice today."
"Yeah, me too," Mariku agreed and sat down next to Malik. He leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Malik closed his eyes and sank on the mattress, dragging Mariku with him. His heart was racing. In the last few days he wasn't able to keep his mind off Mariku. He wanted to do it with him so bad, but they had only a few opportunities to be alone. Malik's hands ran over Mariku's shirt. He hesitated. Should he really...? He wanted to, but did Mariku too? They had never really talked about it.
Malik felt Mariku's hand on his butt. He grabbed it and Malik smiled. Their kiss broke for a moment. Panting slightly, they looked at each other before their lips met again. Malik pulled up Mariku's shirt and felt the muscles underneath his skin. It felt great to touch Mariku's chest, but what he really wanted was in the opposite direction.
He undid the button of Mariku's jeans and pulled the zipper down. Malik felt the hardness beneath the fabric and got goose bumps. Mariku had begun to open his pants as well. Malik's hand slipped into Mariku's shorts and stroked slowly along his hard manhood. He wanted him even more.
Again they broke their kiss and Mariku pulled his pants down a bit, then he did the same with Malik's. Mariku's fingers wrapped around Malik's manhood and he gasped. His stomach tingled like crazy. He put his fingers around Mariku's erection. Slowly he let his hand stroke up and down and moaned softly as Mariku did the same to him. Malik looked down and watched as her hands caressed each other. He was hot. His face was burning. Mariku claimed his lips and Malik's head was spinning. He wanted more! He wanted to fuck Mariku or get fucked by him; he didn't care, he just wanted to have sex!
"Mariku, more," he pleaded, groaning. Mariku pushed his shirt up and leaned over Malik's chest. Playfully he bit down on one of the nipples and Malik groaned.
Suddenly Mariku grabbed Malik's wrists and held his arms above his head. Malik gasped in surprise. Mariku knelt over him with an eager look on his face. Malik shivered.
The ringing of Mariku's mobile phone ruined the mood. Mariku closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. He sank back on his heels and pulled the phone out of his pocket.
"Yes? Yeah... right... I'll be home in a few minutes." Sighing, he glanced at Malik's body one last time, then he pulled his pants back up and put the phone back into his pocket. "Sorry, I have to get home, or else I'll be in trouble."
"It's okay," muttered Malik and also pulling his pants back up. No, nothing was okay! Damn, they were so close!
Malik accompanied Mariku the door. Malik kissed him goodbye. "We will continue that," whispered Mariku, "without interruption." Malik nodded. He didn't want Mariku to go. He wanted to fuck with him and wake up next to him in the morning. Malik leaned against the door after it had closed behind Mariku and put his head back. Life wasn't fair!