Chapter 14 #3
We lay there, quiet and holding each other, until Eris kisses zis way down my body to go down on me in the laziest way—using my thigh as a pillow.
Each kiss to my cunt is slow and sweet and perfect.
I play with zis hair and tell Eris how pretty ze is while I fuck zis mouth.
That fucking tongue piercing makes me come twice more, before I need a break.
When I return from the bathroom, Eris is sitting back against the headboard, looking as wrecked and used as I feel.
The window is cracked open to air out the room.
I crawl between zis legs, peppering zis body with kisses and wiping the sweat and spit and cum away with a warm washcloth.
Eris twitches in my hand, half hard by the time I’m done, so I lay on my stomach between zis legs to return the favor.
Eris watches me with a lazy smile on zis lips while I play with zim, figuring out what makes zim react.
Last night, I didn’t get a chance to explore like this, to map out where ze likes my hands and tongue.
How much ze likes it when I gently slide back the foreskin—which I’m not used to but am fascinated by—running my tongue along zis slit, salty with precum.
Exploring how far I can take zim down my throat before I gag.
If ze likes when I cup zis balls, or press my knuckles into zis perineum more.
“Look at you, Bambi,” Eris whispers, cupping my cheek.
I grin, popping off zis cock with a slurp to press a wet kiss into zis wrist. My feet kick in the air as I suck zim deep and slow, with no urgency or desperation. “After” is forever away, and we have all night.
With a dazed and dreamy smile on zis face, Eris seems in no hurry either. Reaching over to the nightstand, ze passes over the condoms to examine the roach Matt and I shared earlier. “May I?”
I nod with a hum, mouth stuffed full of zim.
Eris opens the tube, sniffing as ze grabs the lighter. “What is this?”
“Homegrown,” is the only explanation I can muster without interrupting my task. Better not to talk about my parents right now anyway.
“That could mean anything,” Eris teases as ze lights it, taking a deep pull. Smoke billows out around zis septum ring. “Fuck, that’s good, though. Want some?”
I nod again, and Eris pulls me off of zim with a fist in my curls, holding the joint between my lips so I can take a drag. I grin at zim as I exhale, licking the head of zis cock as smoke billows out of my mouth.
Eris groans, brown eyes widening. Ze pulls me up the bed with a tug of my hair, sticking the joint between my lips so ze can reach for another condom.
“Jesus Christ, Bambi, and here I thought you were gonna be so uptight, that it’d be fun to unwind you.
I knew you’d be a freak, but you’re fucking depraved. ”
With a smug grin, I wait until the condom is on before sinking onto zim, smiling at the ache and stretch of zim. Taking another pull on the joint, I shotgun the smoke into Eris’s mouth. “Your freak.”
Eris grins. The scars on zis lips pale as zis smile widens. “That’s fucking right. My depraved toy.”
I kiss zim, slow and patient and sweet, stretched full as I grind on zis cock. Zis mustache is damp, scented with the earthy sweetness of my cunt and the grassy, citrusy smoke. I run my thumbs along those hairs, fingers caressing the stars on zis cheeks. “I want one of these.”
“The tattoo freckles or a mustache?” Eris asks. “Because Dream did my freckles.”
Our mutual lack of urgency slows my movements until we’re no longer fucking, but still intimately entwined. “Both, but I meant the mustache.”
“Grow one, then,” Eris replies, kissing my thumb. “You’d look like redneck trash with the mullet and a pornstache, but I’d still think you’re hot.”
I laugh. “Maybe I will. I’ve always wanted to start T.”
“Why haven’t you?” Eris flicks the lighter on so I can relight the joint, arm wrapping around my hips to hold me in place, quiet and still and full of zim as I smoke. Ze seems just as content as I do to stretch this out. Maybe I have been too impatient, because this is delightful.
“You won’t like the answer.” I sigh, burying my face into zis collarbone while I tap the ashes into a water cup on the nightstand.
“Is the answer because you’re worried about what your parents will think?” I don’t respond, and that’s enough for Eris. Ze huffs. “Yeah, you’re right, I don’t like the answer.”
“I’m not as bold as you,” I murmur. “I don’t want to lose them.”
“What makes you think they’re going anywhere?
” Eris asks, warm hand stroking my back.
“There’s always a risk, but from what you’ve told me, your parents will come around.
You’re out to them now, and they’re still in your life.
Having a raggedy-ass mustache and a voice like a twelve-year-old boy for a while isn’t going to change that.
Knowing your doormat ass, you haven’t brought up your gender again since you came out. ”
I huff, because I haven’t. “But yours—”
“I knew I’d lose them, Blake,” Eris murmurs, kissing my cheek and holding me tight.
“I knew it before I even admitted to myself that I was queer. I invited them to know the real me, and they didn’t want to.
I knew that would happen and I told them anyway.
You make your choices, but your parents make theirs, and you have to trust them to make the right decisions.
We have to live for ourselves, Bambi.” Eris leans back with a teasing grin.
“Now can we stop talking about our parents before I lose this erection? You’re being a good little cockwarmer, I’d hate for your hard work to go to waste. ”
My delighted laugh transforms into a moan when Eris thrusts into me, zis mouth trailing down to my collarbone.
“Bud?”
“Yeah, Bambi?”
“Can you help me get this off?” I ask, tugging my binder. Sticking the joint in zis mouth, Eris helps me peel it off. Ze exhales smoke around my nipple as ze bites it.
I take the joint from zim, breathing through the dull pain in my knee as I ride zim. Maybe the CBD did help, because it doesn’t hurt as much as I expect. Or perhaps Eris’s ministrations—sucking my chest, nails digging into my thighs, fingertips rough on my clit—is enough to distract me.
I don’t know where tomorrow will leave us, but tonight, I’m right where I’m meant to be.
For now—however long now lasts—I’m Eris’s.
I tell zim that when I come again, whisper how wonderful ze is until those star-freckled cheeks are flushed.
Shout Eris’s name when ze pulls another orgasm from me.
I hope beyond hope that tomorrow, when we’re back home and back to reality, I’m still Eris’s.
Because Eris is mine, even if ze can’t trust that yet.