Chapter 37
Jannis
“How are you feeling about tomorrow?” Dayyan looks at me with concern.
Tomorrow is the first day of school after the holidays, and we’ve made our decision.
We don’t want to hide. Any straight couple would walk into school tomorrow holding hands without even thinking twice.
They’d kiss in the auditorium, and no one would care.
We want that too. And even though we know our reality will be different and far too many people will turn around to look at us, we’re doing this together.
“You’ve been texting a lot since the vacation.” There is no judgement in his tone, and I nod thoughtfully.
“Do you know why Val was so mean to me all those years? V wanted my attention, wanted to be friends with me, I just didn’t understand their strategy.”
Dayyan laughs. “Did Valérie say that? Maybe the strategy just wasn’t that great?”
I laugh along with him. Obviously, it wasn’t. “Shall we take Flocke for a walk?”
“If you can separate my dog from your brother?”
Since the vacation, Luca and Flocke have been the dream team. It was great on Saint émile, Dayyan and I could do whatever we wanted and the two of them went for walks, shopping, and even secretly to the beach late at night from time to time.
Since we’re back, we hardly ever meet up outside anymore, and why should we?
Our parents know about us and are happy when we’re home.
After just one week, Flocke already knows her way around at our house so well, she just trudges into Luca’s room on her own, whether he’s home or not, and Paps got her the pink water bowl from the caravan.
“True, but we can go in the pool, and you can choose whether I wear the flamingo trunks or the lips.”
Dayyan’s face lights up. “You take the lips and I’ll borrow the flamingos, I don’t have anything with me.”
“You’re staring into space again.” I flinch when Dayyan touches my shoulder. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Everything and nothing. One horror scenario after another. Below-the-belt comments that I can’t respond to. Each one worse than the other. “I can’t defend myself. I have to listen to what they say about us and can’t do anything about it.”
Dayyan wraps his arms around me, and I lean into him without hesitation and without thinking, and I can breathe a bit more freely. “Why is everything so much easier in your arms?”
I don’t understand it, our reality is still the same. Nothing has changed, and yet it no longer feels so hopeless.
“Magic.” He waves his fingers exaggeratedly in front of his face, and I feel the warmth of my laughter before it bubbles out of me. “Come on, I have an idea.”
In one smooth movement, he pushes himself up from the edge of the pool and pulls me out of the water with him, dragging me purposefully toward the house. “Hey, stop, we’re wet.”
“Just need to get to the shower.” Well, that’s right next to the entrance, and I like the idea; it should work without Paps freaking out.
As soon as the door closes behind us, Dayyan turns the key. “Do you have any limits, or can I do whatever I want?”
“No boundaries or limits, not with you. Clear my head, distract me.”
Dayyan’s lips find mine, gentle and tender, loving.
How does he always know exactly what I need?
He undresses me, nothing is rushed, and my tension eases.
With countless little kisses, he pushes me under the warm stream of water leaning me against the wall.
His fingers glide over my upper body, followed by tender kisses.
Not a single inch remains untouched. His hands wander further and further until Dayyan crouches down in front of me.
A kiss on my hip bone, one on my pubic bone, my cock twitches expectantly. “I’ve never done this before, please tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”
The uncertainty in his voice kills me. “You’re not. Oh, fuck. You’re not. Ahhh.”
Dayyan’s mouth is soft and warm, his tongue playing with my glans before I slide in almost all the way.
It’s different from Danny. Dayyan takes his time, his rhythm is slower, but he uses his tongue more and sucks.
And his noises, oh my God, as if he were licking his favorite lollipop.
I’m sure it can't get any better than this when he reaches for my balls and my moan gets stuck in my throat when his index finger massages my perineum.
It’s hard to concentrate on both, I’m confused by the hot blow job and the finger that is purposefully finding its way into my ass crack. He gently strokes my hole, circles it, puts pressure on the muscle, but without penetrating.
Fuck, that’s good. I want more. My hips thrust forward and Dayyan coughs and chokes. But only briefly, because when I look at him, he’s already sucking my cock again. I moan loudly as his fingertip breaches my muscle and circles there.
My orgasm, which was already within reach, sprints toward that imaginary edge.
It lingers there for a brief moment and then I fall.
Pure bliss rushes through my bloodstream.
Dayyan doesn’t let go of me, sucking, licking, and swallowing every last drop.
My cock goes soft in his mouth, and when I meet his gaze, my legs give way.
There’s so much love in his eyes, as if he’s never seen anything more wonderful than me.
No matter what happens tomorrow, with Dayyan by my side, everything will be fine.
And because Dayyan is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen, I lean forward and whisper in his ear. “Stand up and lean against the wall.”
“You don’t have to...”
“But I want to.”