Chapter 20 #2
I’m trying my best to keep myself in control of the situation as he starts kissing lower, across my chest, when he laughs as his tongue grazing my nipple makes me squirm and let out a low groan I’ve never heard myself make before, watching him move to my arms, all while his hand slowly strokes up and down.
When he gets up and quickly takes off what’s left of his costume, just a pair of white briefs remaining that leave no doubt about how into this he is, he smiles even bigger when I let out a “So fucking beautiful,” as I take in the sight of him.
And then he sits down on the floor, on his knees, in between my legs.
I’ve never been so close to busting prematurely as I am in this moment, him in nearly nothing at all, unclasping my costume at my hip, throwing it across the room. I sit up an inch to let Vale take off my last layer of clothing.
“Yeah. Leana was right about you.”
I almost ask him to tell me about that conversation but then his mouth is on me, full of me, and it all becomes cusswords and moans and my hand in his hair.
It’s great. It’s perfect. He’s perfect. Literally, anything and everything involving mouth, he’s the best I’ve ever had.
No competition. Every night I’ve spent thinking about this, using a lube-covered palm to try my best to mimic the feeling, wanting this, is no comparison to how good he is.
I wish this could last for hours, but way too quickly—while also definitely a very respectable amount of time later—“I’m getting close,” turns into “ Vale , I’m— fuck ,” and watching him swallow me down with the biggest smile on my face.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” Vale says, catching his breath, leaving little pecks of kisses on the inside of my thighs as one of his hands keeps a hold of me, slowly stroking, just enough to not bring on the oversensitivity.
“I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how nice it’d be to be right here. ”
“You have no idea how good you are at that,” I reply, sounding high on post-orgasm bliss, lying back and propped up on my elbows.
Or, who knows, maybe my dick fully ignoring the science behind a refractory period is a pretty obvious sign of how good I think he is.
“Or how much time I’ve spent thinking about how nice it’d be for you to be right there.
Turns out no amount of imagination compares to the real thing. ”
Then, for a second, it clicks in my brain that I’m in my room, naked, with another (nearly) naked guy.
That said another (nearly) naked guy just gave me the best head of my life.
And it feels okay. It feels right. It feels great.
I want more. If I had to explain this to the version of myself from a year ago, I wouldn’t even know where to begin.
Why couldn’t it all have clicked earlier?
Why did it have to click at all?
Why did I have to ignore it the first time around?
I don’t know where to go from here, but I know I don’t want this to end yet.
“Come here,” I tell him, smiling as I watch him get up and straddle me. My hands go right to his ass, underneath the fabric of his briefs before adding, “And take these off.”
For the briefest span of time, seeing him on top of me, realizing, Wow, there are two naked guys in this room , there’s twice as many dicks, twice as much foreskin as I’m used to in moments like this, I get a little panicky.
Nervous. There’s a How did I end up here?
that turns quickly into Why did I wait so long to end up here?
An excitement and a long list of wants replaces that panic and those nerves.
“Will you stay the night?” I ask in between soft, slow kisses.
“Because you want me to do that again?”
“Yeah, obviously,” I say through a quiet laugh and a smirk. “You are more than welcome to blow me as many times as you’d like tonight. As long as you do that thing with your tongue again.”
“What thing?”
“Chinga— you know . Shit nearly had me finished thirty seconds in.”
A voice in the back of my head is still saying this is a bad idea. That these few hours are all I’ll probably ever get from him, and why make this hurt more by trying to grab as many minutes as I can?
But I’d regret letting him leave now for a lot longer. Looking into his eyes, soft but still wanting, I can’t go back just yet.
“Plus, I’ve never had anyone sleep over before.”
“Really?” Vale asks, sounding like he can’t believe that’s true.
“I always went over to Leana’s. And I never slept over there.
Also, in high school, there was no way I was sneaking a girl into my parents’ house.
My mom even put a statue of La Virgen in front of my window, like she’s supposed to keep girls from climbing in in the middle of the night and protect my virginity. ”
“I’m sure that worked out well,” he teases. “You never slept over at one of their places?”
“And get caught by one of their dads? Nah. I’ve played it safe. Always. Never a girlfriend. Or like, no one other than friends who I was very much not hooking up with. I want you to be the first. And there are a few parts of your body I’m eager to get my mouth on.”
My hands squeeze the muscle of my favorite part of his body, massaging soft skin, spreading his cheeks and letting a couple fingers graze up and down and make small circles around his hole, gently putting some pressure, listening to how he lets out breathy moans and watching as he pushes back on my fingertip.
“I mean, I usually get an after-the-party meal, and I can think of something that’s been looking pretty eatable. ”
Vale laughs as he leans down and kisses me. Every part of my body touching his tingles, like it’s never been so stoked.
“You sure?” he asks, our faces only inches apart.
“Yeah. I—I want this. I want you here, with me. I’m not ready for this to be over. However long we get, I want to make the most of it.”
And we do. And it feels right. Great. Perfect.
My hand reaching for and wrapping around him, watching how beautiful he is trying his best to hold it together as I stroke him before losing himself because of me.
Swiping over my chest and tasting him on my fingers before reaching for the closest pair of underwear to clean the rest off. Perfect.
I learn the sounds he makes when my mouth and fingers hit certain parts of his body. What every single part of him tastes like. His mouth goes back down to my dick for round two, and it’s just as good as the first time. And it’s paradise. All of it.
As scary as the rest of the world outside my room is, this feels easy.
Being with him. How we create this space away from the whole world, just the two of us.
How, as much as what happens after tonight is so uncertain, he makes me feel safe.
His kisses. How beautiful his name feels on my lips when I can’t hold it any longer.
How good my name sounds coming out of his mouth.
The cuddles and soft kisses and quiet conversation while trailing fingers over skin, all of our clothes forgotten about still.
Pulling him close, holding him tight and spooning him.
Kissing his neck and shoulder and burying my nose in his skin and listening to the sound of his breathing as he falls asleep.
Until the rhythm of it finally knocks me out too.