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I turn to look at Butch; his eyes are on fire with life. I want to kiss him again so badly and I know he wants to as well. Before I can do anything he pulls me in and kisses me. I jump up so he catches my legs. I grab his hair and his lips stop moving. I pull away.
"What?" I ask. He looks at me with a puppy dog eyes. I roll my eyes. "Fine I won't touch the hair." I say. He smiles. My hand is sticky with gel. I look my hand and then look at him.
"This much gel?" I ask with a smile. He chuckles like he is nervous. I sigh. I really like pulling on the hair, now I am sad that he won't let me. I pout. He sighs.
"Fine." He groans. "Fuck up the hair, but only when we are fucking, during the daytime and in public no touching the hair. It's a bitch to redo." He says. I smile. We kiss and I tug on the hair more than I would normally do. He moans.
He walks us over to the bed, lays me down and lies on top of me. I couldn't believe we were doing this. In my middle it tingles. I let my hand go up his chest under his shirt. We look at each other. Both are breathing heavily. Then I laugh and look away.
"What?" he asks. I continue to laugh.
"It's just funny." I say.
"What?" he asks. I smile. "What?" he begs. I sigh.
"If someone told me that this would be happening, I would have told them to go fuck themselves." I say. We look at each other for a while and the smiles are wiped off our faces. He leans down and kisses me. His tongue enters my mouth. It's so soft. When he pulls away he chuckles.
"That's one of the reasons why I am enjoying this so much." He says. I smile and he kisses my neck.
"Really? What's the other reasons?" I ask. In-between kisses he says a few.
"Freddie, in the end I got you." He says. "I'm a guy and sex is great." I laugh at that one. "Because you are extremely attractive." I give a loud laugh and stop him from kissing my neck. I grab his face with my hands.
"Extremely attractive?!" I blurt. He looks at me confused and sits up.
"Yeah, I mean…" he glances down at my ass. "…damn," he leans down to me. "And these." He grabs my breast. "And I love your eyes." He says caresses my face. "They're big and brown, soulful." Then he looks at my lips. Before he speaks I say it for him.
"My lips are perfectly shaped." I say. He puts two fingers under my chin. He kisses me.
"Not only that but they're color, almost striking." He says. I smile. He bites my neck. "And…" he mumbles something I can't hear him.
"What?" I ask. He looks at me and then quickly looks away. I wait for his response. Then he sighs and looks at me with a smile.
"Why don't we get these pants off?" he says I slap his hand and smile.
"What the hell did you say?" I question. He sighs and rolls his eyes. He gets off of me. But I pull him back, and I pout. He smiles.
"I love that pout." He blurts. "It's sexy." I sigh.
"Fine doesn't tell me." I say. He sighs and puts his arm around my shoulder. I look down thinking of how much I want to rip off his shirt.
"Look, I said that I… I love you." He says. I look at him and I laugh so loudly that Dogmeat wakes up. He growls at me. When I stop laughing I find that Butch is hurt. "Oh come on Butch you know why I have trouble believing that." I say.
"I have liked you my whole life. I have loved you since a few days before you fucked Freddie." He says. I run my fingers through my hair. I am not afraid of him being in love with me; it's that I can't return the feeling.
"Butch, I…" I can't finish a sentence.
"Hey." He says. His hand rubs my jaw. "I know you don't love me, how could you? You don't have to worry about it." I close my eyes. He kisses me and I pull him on top of me. Now this doesn't feel so right. I stop for a moment. He sighs. "Did I mess it up?" he asks. I don't move.
"Here I don't love you, is that better?" he asks. He is trying so hard to make this happen. I gulp. Then I smile. I know what will put me back in the mood. I look at him.
"Do that thing with your tongue again." I say. He smiles and kisses me. His smooth tongue enters my mouth. I moan. He removes my ripped tank top. I need to get a new one. He kisses my jaw. I unbutton his jeans and unzip them. I use my feet to pull down the jeans. I rub his privates over his underwear. He moans uncontrollably. He unclicks my bra. I roll on top of him. I sit up. I think about ripping his shirt off. I cross my arm.
"What?" he asks breathlessly. I laugh at myself.
"I was thinking about ripping that shirt off but I like it too much." I say. He laughs. He pulls it off. When his chest is exposed, I hold my breath and when he smiles, my face gets hot.
"You okay?" he asks. I lean down to his ear. I pull down his underwear.
"Make love to me." I whisper. I am panting with his anticipation. His facial expression is serious, and when I pull away he grabs my arms and rolls me under him. He slides down to my legs. He unbuttons my pants. He rips them off and throws then behind him. He doesn't break eye contact. His hands travel up my leg and he uses his teeth to pull down my underwear. I watch him and I can't help but breathe heavily. His lips lightly trace up my leg. I moan.
I think he is going to go down on me but instead he grabs my thighs, spreads my legs a little and pulls me in. I moan loudly. After thrusting into me a few times, he grabs my wrists and pulls me up. Our noses touch. My stomach stirs with excitement. I bite his neck and lightly tug on his hair. I hear him chuckle out of pleasure.
"I can't believe I like my hair being pulled." He says. He groans as he pushes. I smile.
"What Susie didn't try it?" I ask. He shakes his head.
"When she did I told her not to touch the hair. You just have a look that you can give anyone and they will walk through fire for you." He says. My grin widens.
"You would through fire for me?" I giggle. His face grows serious, and he stops thrusting.
"I took pounding for you." He says. He looks away. I grab his jaw.
"What do pounding for you?" He says. He looks away. I grab his jaw.
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
"When you left the Vault everyone was questioned and Officer Kendall saw you run out of my apartment. He wanted to know if you were planning rebellion with the Tunnel Snakes. He uh well he tried to beat it out of me." He explains.
"What fucking idiot. You were okay? How bad did they hurt you?" I ask. He laughs at my concern.
"I'm fine. I got a few bruises a few cuts, I think I have a scar, but I'm fine." He says. My eyebrows rise when I hear he has a scar.
"Where's your scar?" I ask. He laughs. He points under his chin and I see a pink line. My finger rubs it.
"You are really cute when you are worried." He says. I smile.
"I think we wasted too much time on this conversation." He says. My smile turns into a smirk. I wrap my arms around his neck. We continue.
When he kisses me, his tongue slithers in my mouth. When he tries to pull away I bit his lip. He moans and pins me down and bites hard on my neck. I whimper. My legs wrap around his back. I was closer to hitting the peak and with every thrust I cry out. My hands escape from his and I claw his back.
"Oh fuck. Ahh, uuhh B…Butch. Fuck." I pant. It's when he kisses me is when I stop talking. I scratch his back. He moans.
"Oh, Danny…" he says. I feel he might drop the L bomb and I roll on top of him but we roll off the bed. We both laugh. He kisses my neck while I tug at his hair. Then the climax was closing in, both of us. We end with me screaming and Butch yelling, "Fuck!"
We lie together panting. We look at each other, tired and extremely pleased. He moves the strands of my hair out of my face. He strokes my cheek. I close my eyes and nestle my head on his should and neck. Butch asks a question that catches me off guard.
"How many guys have you had sex with since you been out here?" he asks. I pull away and look at him. His expression is serious.
"Is that any of your business?" I ask. He smiles. I sigh. "One. Crazy Wolfgang." I say. He laughs.
"Really? Him?" he asks. I feel insulted.
"He is actually quite charming." I defend. He gives me a really look. Then I laugh. "Yeah you're right. The only way I got through it was that I imagined that he was someone else. But he did know what he was doing, I'll give him that." I say.
"Really? Who did you imagine?" he asks. I laugh.
"You." I say. He smiles and kisses me.
"What was he so good at?" he asks. I blush and look down. "Tell me, I bet I'm better." I look at him with a brow raised.
"He was good at eating me out." I say bluntly. He raises a brow.
"Well, he might be okay, but you haven't been gone down on by a tunnel snake." He says. I stop him.
"Uh Freddie." I remind him. He smirks.
"Freddie wasn't a real tunnel snake then. He was a newbie." He says and he starts. I moan. He doesn't stop. I yell in pleasure. I pull his hair. Butch was right. I now know why the Tunnel Snakes are called Tunnel Snakes. Tunnel Snakes rule!