Chapter 36
Dayyan
“Dayyan, the doorbell rang. Want to grab that?”
“On it, thanks, Mom! You’re the best.” I kiss her on the cheek and jog to the door.
“Hey.” The voice from his phone speaks and Jannis waves. He looks uncertainly back and forth between his shoes and me.
“Hello, sunshine, come in. Dad’s on duty at the hospital, but Mom is so excited to meet you.” As he passes me, I pull him in by his hips and kiss him.
Jannis recoils in shock. His gaze tells me everything I need to know before he whispers, “Are we allowed to do that? Are your parents okay with it?”
“It’s fine. My parents have no problem with us. They’re happy for me.” I steal another kiss from his lips, then pull him into the kitchen.
“Mom?” My mother pretends to be super busy with the coffee machine, and I smile quietly to myself as she turns around, pretending to be surprised.
“Ah, hello! You must be Jannis. Dayyan has told me a lot about you.” She holds out her hand to him.
“Hello, Mrs. Saleh, I’m happy to meet you.” He just presses the voice output button, probably he prepared the sentence at home.
“So polite. Meike is fine. Would you like some coffee? We could have some cake on the terrace before you boys go upstairs.”
With a glance and a nod, Jannis lets me know he agrees. “We’d love to. Can we help you with anything?”
“The cake is in the fridge, maybe you could put it on plates? I hope you like Bienenstich cake, Jannis?”
He nods quickly, but then takes out his phone. “Yes, I’d love some.”
My mother beams at him and I can see him slowly relaxing. His shoulders drop to a normal height, and he increasingly maintains eye contact. I always love my mother, and today a little more for completely ignoring the fact that Jannis doesn’t speak.
“Are you from around here?”
“No. I was born in northern Germany.”
“Oh, did your parents move here for work too?”
“One of my fathers is from here, the other one is from Paris. I was six years old when I came to live with them. I’m adopted.” I reach for Jannis’s hand and squeeze it tightly while my mother searches for an elegant way out of this awkward moment.
She doesn’t have to. Jannis is relaxed, his story isn’t a difficult subject for him, only she doesn’t know that. “May I ask why you were adopted?”
“My mother shot up some kind of junk one time too many. She died of an overdose. I had no relatives who wanted or were able to take me in, so I ended up in a foster family. After four years, they adopted me.”
I know the story, it’s not the first time I’ve heard it, and even this heavily abridged version is hard to swallow.
“That’s a tough story.”
“I’m sure you’ve heard worse in your practice.”
My mother looks at him sternly. “I don’t think we should compare or rank traumatic experiences. That’s not our place as outsiders. It’s always about individual perception.”
Jannis nods in agreement and pops another piece of Bienenstich cake into his mouth.
“Your mother is nice. I was really scared before meeting her, but I clearly didn’t need to be.” My heart opens up.
“Yes, my mother is the best. I can talk to her about anything.” Jannis lies on my chest playing with my chest hair, while his long strands slide through my fingers. “We can talk about anything too, right?”
Confused, Jannis lifts his head and looks at me. “Is that a serious question? We already talk about everything.”
“We started once before, but somehow we got distracted. Are you still... um, are you still a virgin?”
“Yes, Danny and I didn’t get around to that. We... talked about it, but we couldn’t agree on who wanted to bottom.” Jannis tries a shrugging smile, the corners of his mouth lift, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“So you didn’t try any... uh... butt stuff either?”
He shakes his head decisively. “Just hand jobs and blow jobs, but we only had four months and couldn’t always see each other during that time.”
“So you’re a top?” Is that even a question to ask? Or should I just know somehow? Are there any signs? No, right?
“Hmm, I couldn’t imagine bottoming with Danny. Everything was already going too fast for me. It’s different with you. At some point, it probably won’t be a big deal anymore, but right now it feels pretty big to let someone in.”
My heart beats a little faster and my cock presses hard against my boxer shorts. “Have you ever tried? On yourself?”
“No, have you?”
“Yes.”
Jannis sits up abruptly staring at me. “Are you serious?” I nod.
“And? Is it... good?”
I can’t stop grinning, even though I’m sure my grin definitely falls into the “stupid” category. Stupid and horny. Not my best look. “I like it, yes. Very much so.”
That’s not a fire burning in Jannis’s eyes, it’s an inferno.
He takes a deep breath in and out, opening his mouth again and again to say something, but nothing comes out.
I understand what he means, that letting someone in is a big deal for him.
For me too, but I want this, with him. My hole twitches at the thought alone, my back arches.
I roll to the side, grab the lube from under my bed, and hold it out to him.
He hesitates for a moment, then reaches for it.
As shy and reserved as he is in everyday life, he’s not like that in the bedroom, and I love it. I love that he takes control, that he likes to give as much as he likes to take. That he doesn’t only lie flat, stiff as a board, making me wonder if I’m being too aggressive.
Without warning, he catches my mouth, his lips pressing hard against mine and his tongue finding its way deep into my mouth. He supports himself with one hand next to my head, the other massaging my cock and balls through my boxers.
I’d like to enjoy it, but the anticipation of what is to come takes up all my brain capacity.
“Relax, or this isn’t going to work. And I’m going to end up hurting you.” His kiss slows down, briefly interrupted as he pulls my T-shirt over my head. With warm hands, he draws circles on my stomach and chest, playing with my nipples, and I sink completely into the mattress.
Suddenly he stops. “I was too fast. I’m sorry.
May I?” He tugs at my underwear, and I lift my hips in response.
“So beautiful. So fucking beautiful. I can’t believe I’m the one to be here with you.
” His fingertips glide down my chest until they reach my cock and wrap tightly around it.
My body knows this touch and fuck, it loves it.
Jannis starts slowly, but quickly gets harder.
It’s everything and yet not enough, I want more, need more.
I push his hand away and turn onto all fours.
Countless times I’ve jerked off like this, imagining Jannis kneeling behind me. When his palms stroke my ass, I panic for a moment, afraid of coming just like that.
“Shit, Dayyan, that’s so hot. May I really?”
“Please. Absolutely.” I hear the click of the lube, and even though I expect his wet finger, I still flinch at Jannis’s first touch.
Relieved he’s not put off by it, I close my eyes, blocking out any distractions so it’s just the two of us as his finger gently circles my hole firing up nerve endings I didn’t even know existed.
“Come on, do it.” I don’t want to wait any longer, I can’t wait any longer. My hole twitches, searching for something, and I moan loudly when Jannis finally gives in to my pleas.
It’s a relief when his finger slips into me. No shame, no pain, none of the things I was afraid of.
“Everything okay?” I want to say yes, but my speech center is currently out of order. Something between a grunt and a moan leaves my mouth and Jannis giggles.
“Pretty good, huh?”
Jannis slowly slides his finger in and out, always with a little pull on my muscle. Never so hard it hurts, but the feeling is so intense I can hardly bare it. Suddenly he pulls out and my hole closes around nothing.
Frustrated, I cry out and beg like a little kid at the candy shop. “Don’t stop. Again. More. Please.”
Jannis gently bites my butt cheek. “Don’t panic, I just need more lube. I’m back. Can you feel the difference?”
“Ah, fuck, yes.” More. Two fingers. More pressure, full... “Ahh! What... shit...” An indescribable feeling rushes through my body and with every touch of that spot, I see stars.
I can’t take it anymore, I have to come. Fast and hard, that’s all I need right now.
And so I do—faster and harder than ever before. Jannis’s finger slides out of me as I let myself fall onto my stomach. Into my own cum, but my mind is too fuzzy to care. I hear my pulse in my ears and Jannis’s irregular breathing behind me.
Wait, why irregular? I turn around and the sight takes my breath away. He’s kneeling between my legs, his cock in his hand, his eyes closed, his blond curls falling over his broad shoulders.
My brain shuts down for a moment, and I reach back and pull him down on top of me so that he’s lying flat on me. “Like the first time.”
Jannis understands immediately. “Fuck yes.” I pull my ass cheeks apart and immediately feel Jannis’s length on my hole, then I tense up.
He comes quickly. His cock twitching again and again, squirting cum into my ass crack and onto my sacrum, a fine trickle running over my hole, and fuck, is it normal I find that so hot?
I hope Jannis doesn’t get up right away, I hope he stays on top of me holding me beneath him. Forever.