To say he's surprised when CeCe drags him upstairs during the house warming party would be an understatement. He thought maybe she wanted to talk to him about something important away from the other guys, but there was an anxious urgency about her that wasn't quite – it wasn't 'let's have a talk' energy, but it was something he recognized and, fuck, fuck, seriously? That meant that CeCe wanted to – her hands were hot on his skin and her eyes were dark, blown wide and needy and Gunther recognized that look, only he usually saw it when he was pushing CeCe down and licking a stripe up her center, trying to get her to squirm.
But CeCe rarely initiated their… whatever their thing was, except for the first time, when CeCe's fingers had touched his wrist lightly, and she'd licked her lips nervously, and kissed Gunther clumsily, but sweetly. Most of the time since that moment Gunther has been the one to tug CeCe in and kiss her and slip his hands underneath her clothes, primarily because since he found out he could do that, he hasn't been able to stop himself. Not that Gunther always steers their sexual encounters because, well, CeCe can be pretty vocal sometimes, but she's not really a 'pushing up against a wall' kind of girl. So this? Is kind of a surprise.
CeCe presses him up against the wall outside of her bedroom and his head is spinning, his hands coming up to hold her against him, surprised and turned on and a little unsure. They're still – they're not even in the bedroom and CeCe is kissing him like her life depends on it, one hand fisted in his shirt, already working the buttons loose, the other hand under his shirt and toying with the waist of his jeans. Everyone is still downstairs for Christ's sake and – okay, really, this shouldn't be as hot as is it, but CeCe being pushy just does things to Gunther.
He pushes her back a little bit, panting, but she just pulls him away from the wall, dragging him into her bedroom and shutting the door. He barely has a moment to register that his surroundings have changed before CeCe is kissing him again, running her hands through his hair and making soft, wanting noises into his mouth.
His brain immediately goes from "What? What?" to "sex with CeCw now" which is a pathetically quick switch, and a not-so-surprisingly easy one. He surges against CeCe, tugging at her shirt and sliding her hands underneath, stroking the smooth, warm skin of her back and sides. The sound she makes in return makes his heart do something weird, flippy and warm and fast, and it makes him want to scrabble at their clothes until they're naked and pressed against each other and Gunther can kiss every inch of her and lick the sweat from her neck and watch CeCe's face as she squirms and mumbles and begs. But CeCe's faster, and she's already unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off. Her hands are everywhere, running up and down Gunther's chest which feels kind of fucking amazing and he's having trouble catching his breath, too busy groaning at the way she licks into his mouth and kisses him as dirty as she ever has.
"CeCe—" he says, and the girl pulls back which, what? No, no, back to the kissing and the petting please, but CeCe is shoving him, kind of roughly, towards the bed while her hands undo his jeans. Her mouth presses against Gunther's collarbone, and he can feel the way his heart is jumping just from those lips mouthing along his skin, tiny wet, open mouthed kisses making his blood hot.
CeCe leans away to take off her t-shirt, and Gunther can't help but stare, amazed as always by the expanse of flawless skin that was exposed to him. It's not like Gunther has never seen CeCe naked before. And it's not like he's only ever had sex with CeCe – He has had sex with plenty of people. But it's somehow different, more like, well, special? Every time is like a revelation. It's always new, and that's different, and Gunther honestly can't get enough. (There are warning bells going off in the back of his head; this isn't normal, this isn't average, and something is definitely wrong, but he ignores all the signs and just – goes with it.)
"Can you – just, um, lay down? On the bed. Please," CeCe asks, only she's not really asking, she's telling Gunther what to do. Her eyes are huge and focused and staring hungrily at Gunther, like he's the main course or something and fuck, yes, it does feel good. He strips out of his jeans and underwear quickly, lowering himself onto the bed and wrapping a hand around his erection, just watching CeCe finish undressing. It's amazing how unselfconscious the girl becomes when they do this, how her blushes and mumbling almost disappear. She's still the same person, she's still CeCe, but more comfortable and relaxed and even more confident and Gunther loves it, loves the way she acts when they have sex.
CeCe's graceful like this, even though she trips over nothing when she walks around the house, and her movements are deliberate as she steps out of her pants and looks up at Gunther. Her eyes are bright and her body is perfect, even though she moves too quickly for him to really appreciate it. CeCe's already on the bed, already straddling his waist, leaning down to kiss him, her hands bracketing his face. Gunther rests his hands on her hips, stroking his thumb along the soft skin there. He tries to slow the kiss down, pulling back and pressing chaste, dry kisses to her chin and to the corners of her mouth, but CeCe makes an impatient noise and tilts her head back, licking her way into his mouth as she grinds down against his hips.
"Let me, I want –" CeCe says into their kiss and Gunther is ready to let her do whatever she wants, his body hot and tingling wherever she touches him. He nods and rocks his hips up, shivering at the friction as she gasps and tightens her fingers in his hair. She's rocking in earnest now, their bodies' slick with sweat as they slide against each other. CeCe buries her face in Gunther's throat, panting in soft breaths as his fingers are pressing against her hole in a blur, and she's whining and leaning back against him, making these amazing gasping sounds, annoyed and yearning. Gunther feels something surge inside of him, something he's felt before, hot and possessive and scary in its overwhelming nature, the way need seems to swamp his body and all he cares about is the way CeCe looks at him, eyes huge and awed and begging.
"Gunther c'mon, just, please, in now," she demands, and Gunther laughs, watching the way CeCe's thighs tense as he presses the first finger in. He twists his hand and watches the play of emotion on her tense face, feeling his cock twitch as she bites down on her lower lip, her eyelids fluttering as he adds another finger. He can remember the first time they did this, how CeCe had been scared and nervous and how tight her grip on his bicep had been during the first fifteen minutes while Gunther soothed her and kissed her and waited, patiently, until she began to relax. It was stunning to see the transformation, how over the course of two years and thousands of kisses and hours and hours of laying in bed together, learning each other's bodies, CeCe wasn't shy or nervous anymore, and she didn't depend on Gunther to lead the activities. Now she knows exactly what she wants, and it's kind of super fucking hot.
CeCe pushes down on his hand, and his wrist is going to be sore tomorrow, but he so does not care. He fits a third finger in, his breath catching when she starts to seriously rock back and fuck herself on his fingers, and he has to remind himself to breathe – it's just so hard when CeCe gets like this, wild and desperate and flying apart. Then she begins reaching down to stroke his dick firmly. The slick glide of CeCe's confidant hand on his cock makes Gunther jerk in place, his thighs tense as he tilts his hips up into the strong grip. Fuck but CeCe knows him well now, each stroke quick and no-nonsense, her thumb stroking across the head teasingly on each upstroke. Gunther pulls his fingers from CeCe's pussy, moving to grip her hips and guide her closer, whining a little in the back of his throat as he lifts up, his thighs tense and trembling.
"Wait," Gunther pants, realizing that – that CeCe forgot, and that they had to – "wait, wait, CeCe," he fumbles for the side drawer to grab a condom.
"No." CeCs grabs his wrist, "no, just – I need you, please, forget it, c'mon, Gunther, I want—" and he would be an idiot to protest, so he lets his head fall back on the bed, and touches CeCe reverently as she sinks down onto his erection, a soft sound spilling from her throat as their bodies meet. CeCe's hands grip his shoulders tightly, her head bowed and eyes closed. Sweat trickles from her temple, and he longs to lean up and lick it away, but he's too busy trying not to move. It's so warm and tight and fuck, perfect inside of her, and it's hard not to roll them over and shove forward with his hips, to claim and own and fuck her hard, so she'll remember. That crazy lust to somehow make his mark on CeCe rises up in him, and he rolls his hips, making her hiss a little and open his eyes.
She looks at him, her face tight with pleasure, and doesn't look away as she rises up, her slim thighs shaking. Gunther doesn't look away either, but he wraps his hands around her thighs, helping her, supporting her as she holds herself up before slowly sinking back down. Now it's Gunther's turn to hiss, his fingers fanning out on the underside of CeCe's legs until their tips touch the curve of her ass. He slides them up a little and moans when CeCe does, as she grinds down in place.
"CeCe," he mumbles, and spreads his legs a little, thrusting up. She makes a sound. "What do you want? Tell me, tell me what you want. Tell me what you need." He wants to lean up, but CeCe's hands on his shoulders hold him down, and her eyes bore into his, searching and wanting and complicated, so full of conflict that Gunther's a little confused.
"I just," She says, and shivers, "I just want this, this right now, let me, just for now, let me have this," and Gunther only nods and watches as CeCe lifts again.
She's so fucking beautiful it's a little unbelievable, and Gunther knows, he knows that they were made to do this together. The way he fits into CeCe, how his cock throbs and his body aches with pleasure, warm washes of heat and need and desire spreading through his body – he knows that he wants to do this forever with CeCe, for as long as he can. The sudden sweep of emotion he feels is a little disconcerting, such fierce affection and longing that it almost disconnects him from sex.
But then CeCe is riding him hard, and fast, and she's making noises, and he can't focus on anything but the perfect slick heat of CeCe and how fucking amazing it feels to have her body pistoning up and down. The bed groans a little and Gunther wonders in a daze if the other guys have gone home, or if they're still downstairs, listening and laughing and making grossed out faces to each other – he realizes he doesn't care.
"Oh my god," Gunther moans, feeling the climb of his orgasm, his body tilting eagerly up every time CeCe slams down. His whole body is practically vibrating and her fingers keep clenching and unclenching on his shoulders. She looks – she sounds - really into it, and that only turns Gunther on even more. He growls and lifts his upper body up, his abs screaming in protest, tugging CeCe down to kiss her mouth sloppily, one arm wrapped around her torso, the other clamped tightly on her ass. He holds her down even as she squirms on top of him, kissing back frantically, and thrusts up in quick succession, one, two, three, before CeCe rips her mouth away and buries her face in his neck. She clenches around him as she rides out her orgasm, and Gunther bites his lip and fucks up into CeCe hard, the bed protesting loudly, and comes.
It feels like forever until he winds down, his arms still wrapped around CeCe, who is still nestled into his lap, still connected. They're both panting, and she hasn't removed her face from his neck. Gunther runs a gentle hand down her back, soothing her, murmuring soft things.
He rolls them both over to the side and pulls out, not missing the way CeCe winces, just a little, and shifts uncomfortably. He'd get up and try to clean them both up, but CeCe looks exhausted, her eyes closed and her mouth parted, still trying to catch her breath. So Gunther stays where he is, feeling his body cool down, watching as CeCe's breathing evens out, falling into a rhythm. He reaches to the floor and pulls up the duvet they shoved aside during sex, using it to cover them both up for bed. But he doesn't fall asleep right away.
Gunther stares at CeCe for a long time, the curve of her mouth, the smoothness of her cheeks, and the dark fan of her eyelashes. Her hair is a mess, and she has dark circles under her eyes, but Gunther can't help but think she's the most perfect thing he's ever laid his eyes on. It may not be explicitly true, because God knows there are a lot of beautiful and perfect things in the world, but Gunther thinks – yes, maybe CeCe Jones is one of them, the best of them all. Some warm emotion settles in his chest – it makes him feel light, airy, but it makes his stomach clench too, makes him want to curl his arm around CeCe and brush his lips over her forehead. Laying there and watching her sleep makes him think about laying in his own bed and falling asleep alone. He doesn't want to, any more. He doesn't want to fall asleep alone. He wants to fall asleep next to CeCe. And, he realizes, it doesn't really matter if they're falling asleep after sex or just after a long day or maybe after watching a movie and sharing popcorn – he just wants to be with CeCe.
Fuck.
Like, for real.
More importantly he really doesn't want CeCe to fall asleep next to anyone else. Just the thought makes jealousy curl up in his gut, and he can't stand the idea of another person sharing her life like that. Being the one who makes her laugh and blush and push her up against walls or kiss her just to say hi. He and CeCe have talked about the future, and CeCe's always said she wants a family, someone to love and be with, a monogamous relationship – so Gunther knows she's looking for something else, someone else, something permanent. Not him.
The thing is, he understands with a start, he wants to be the permanent someone. He wants to – all of it, everything, through new experiences and huge fights and make ups and sharing holidays – he wants it all. He's in love with CeCe. Holy shit. He's in love with CeCe.
Something seems to burst in his chest and suddenly that faint feeling of longing becomes about ten times as strong, and all he can do is lay there and ache, and want, and count CeCe's breaths in and out until he falls asleep too, his dreams restless and unsatisfactory.