Chapter 18
Louis
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!”
The whole room is shouting and cheering. David breaks away from the group and throws his arms around Finn. I quickly join in when he finally lets go of him.
“Happy birthday!”
“Thanks! And thank you so much for the party, it’s a really cool surprise.
” Finn wouldn’t have been able to celebrate like this at home in his parents’ three-bedroom apartment, and renting a venue was simply out of the question money wise.
We have a large party room in our basement, and my parents didn’t mind us using it for this purpose.
Each guest brought drinks and something to eat.
Everyone likes Finn, so the party was organized in no time.
It’s a colorful mix of people from school, the team, and their partners.
The atmosphere is great, everyone is laughing, some are dancing, small groups are standing together talking.
A beer pong game is getting out of hand because Tobi and Kian aren’t filling the cups with beer, but with cheap vodka.
And by filling, we’re talking about to the brim.
David nudges me from the side. We’re standing close together against a wall, his arm touching mine, but that’s all there is to it.
It’s okay, we’re used to it by now, and yet I catch myself wistfully watching the couples sneaking out into the garden, giggling and kissing.
Maybe I can take David upstairs with me later, just for a moment, for a kiss or two.
“Please tell me that’s water. Please.” Ah, he saw it too.
“Sorry to disappoint you. It’s that super-cheap booze from Lidl.”
“Do we need to intervene?” That was my first thought too, because even though everyone here is over eighteen, I don’t feel like dealing with people puking.
Pushing myself off the wall I see David following me in the corner of my eye and I give him a grateful wink, glad that I don’t have to be the party pooper all by myself.
“Small rule change. Each team needs as many players as there are cups, and each player drinks only one cup. Not a sip more. Anyone who cheats is out.” I ignore the boos and complaints.
“None of you are sober, this is hard liquor, and anyone who doesn’t like my rules is welcome to leave, but I’m not going to stand by and watch someone drink themselves into a coma. ”
With that, I turn around and leave the table, scanning the room, searching. “Where’s our birthday boy, anyway?”
“He left when you made that announcement. He can’t handle negative vibes.” That’s true, when we lose, Finn always leaves the court immediately for the locker room.
“Maybe he picked someone up?”
David shakes his head thoughtfully. “Unlikely. That’s not his thing. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen him with anyone.”
“No one has ever seen you with anyone either.”
I look at him questioningly, raising my eyebrows, but he just smiles, gently, lovingly. “But Finn knew long before we got together that I’m not into girls.”
“You told him?”
“No, you don’t have to tell Finn anything, Finn just senses these things. Don’t ask me how, I have no idea. But that’s why he’s overwhelmed so quickly.”
We sink onto the sofa under the stairs, away from the noise and a little apart from the others.
We still can’t kiss, but at least it feels a little more intimate.
Our thighs press against each other. David’s arm is on the back of the sofa behind me, but he doesn’t touch me. “You can’t stay, can you?”
He gently shakes his head. “But I’ll come for breakfast. You lie down in bed and before you wake up, I’ll be back.”
I turn to him, look at him, his beautiful, symmetrical face, his green eyes that radiate so much warmth for me. If anyone saw us like this, they would know immediately. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
***
I wake up when the bed sinks in behind me and a cold cheek presses against my back. “You’re back.”
“I promised, didn’t I? Move over, I’m not that skinny.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I quickly slide toward the wall and David glides behind me under my blanket. He’s naked, just like I am when I’m waiting for him. He’s probably already prepared, but instead of getting down to business, he snuggles up close to me.
Even though I’m much smaller than David, I’m usually the big spoon—not today. I don’t know what’s different today, but I’m enjoying it.
“I only slept for an hour and a half, can we just sleep for a bit more? I’m so fucking tired.
” It’s rare that we actually sleep when we’re in bed together; we usually use the time for other things, but to be honest, I can’t keep my eyes open and I fall back to sleep so quickly that I should be embarrassed.
I wake up to gentle kisses on my neck and tender fingertips on my stomach.
Touches that he himself can hardly accept.
My boyfriend needs a firm touch, anything else tickles him.
And yet he would never dare to touch me the way he wants to be touched.
I’m very flexible in that regard; I just enjoy it when he musters the courage to take the first step and initiate intimacy, because for David, that’s a huge thing.
Purring like a cuddly cat, I lie there a little longer, encouraging him to continue.
“Do you like that?” His words are soft, and I can hear the uncertainty in his voice, even after more than eighteen months together.
“Yes, babe. Very much so. Is there a reason you woke me up?”
“I... uh... thought... At home, I... um...” Is it wrong that his stuttering makes me so incredibly horny?
In one smooth move, I turn onto him, pressing his body into the mattress with one hand and pushing his knee against his chest with the other.
David groans, knowing he’s getting what he needs, and all the tension leaves his body.
I love having him under me like this. Submissive, completely at my mercy. “You’re prepped?”
He nods quickly and I slide my fingers between his ass cheeks. Wait… what… Surprised, I look up, because there is already something in his hole.
“What is that?”
“A butt plug.” Fuck, that’s hot.
“Is that for me? Can I play with it?” A slight nod is enough for me; I rarely get more than that from him. He’d prefer me to just do it, but I need a minimum of consent too.
I grab the base of the plug and pull on it slightly.
David’s reaction is immediate, a deep, pleasurable moan vibrating in his chest. Okay, this is fun.
I pull a little further, feeling the resistance of his muscle at first, then how it gives way.
The sounds I tease out of him become softer, more pleading.
He lies in front of me with his eyes closed, his eyelids fluttering, biting his lower lip gently.
Just a little bit. God, he’s so beautiful.
Not sexy, not handsome. Beautiful. I kiss his pursed lips, freeing them from his teeth, only to bite down myself.
The pain, combined with the pull on the plug, causes David to lose the last remnants of his self-control.
He lets go completely; the plug gives way and slips out.
“More. Please.” For a second I’m perplexed, shit, the plug is big. “I’m loose, you can... please.”
Even if I wanted to, with him lying there in front of me like that, I can’t refuse him anything. “Give me a moment, I don’t want to hurt you.”
The next steps are automatic. Open the drawer, take out the lube, first on my cock, then I feel if and how much David still needs. He wasn’t lying, two fingers slide into his hole and even the third meets hardly any resistance. When I position my cock, he already pushes his hips toward me.
I pause briefly, just to tease him a little. “So impatient? You need it that badly, babe?”
A whimper escapes from his lips and I thrust, turning it into a deep moan. A grin spreads across David’s previously serious and tense face. With each thrust, it gets bigger and his cheeks get redder.
I take my time, penetrating him hard and deep in an agonizingly slow rhythm. This is self-protection too, because I know if I hammered into him the way we’d both like, this would be over too quickly today.
“May I?” David always asks my permission to touch himself, to come. Today, I grab his cock, and my touch alone is enough for him and cum spurts in thick white ropes across his stomach. His head falls back, his inner muscles grip my cock, holding it like a vice and pumping my own seed deep into him.
David’s sounds are from another planet, high-pitched and urgent, but with a gentleness.
.. I want to take him in my arms, tell him that everything is fine, that it’s okay to let yourself go like this.
We breathe deeply, coming down from a high, which no drug in the world could ever give us, holding each other and never letting go.