Chapter 9 Teddy
Teddy
Ilost track of how long we danced. The enchanted punch made time stretch and contract strangely. All I knew was the music, the lights, and Neptune’s body against mine. When the band finally took a break, we were both breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat making his skin glow even more.
“I need some air,” I said, suddenly feeling the effects of both the dancing and the punch.
“Follow me,” Neptune replied, taking my hand. “I know the perfect spot.”
He led me away from the quad, toward one of the smaller courtyards that dotted the campus. This one was enclosed by ancient stone walls covered in ivy, with a small fountain at its center. Floating lanterns provided just enough light to see by, casting everything in a soft golden glow.
“Better?” he asked as we sat on the edge of the fountain.
“Much,” I admitted, grateful for the relative quiet. “The party was getting a bit...”
“Overwhelming?”
I nodded, studying him more closely now that we were alone. There was something hauntingly familiar about him, something I couldn’t quite place.
“So, Neptune,” I said, testing the obviously fake name on my tongue. “What’s your actual major at Widdershins?”
He laughed. “Art. Painting, specifically. And you?”
“Spellcraft,” I answered truthfully. “With a focus on elemental applications.”
“Impressive,” he said, trailing his fingers through the fountain water. “You must be pretty smart.”
“I work hard,” I corrected, watching the ripples his fingers created. “It’s not always the same thing.”
Neptune tilted his head, regarding me curiously. “Maybe you don’t give yourself enough credit.”
“Maybe,” I nodded. “But I don’t want to talk about that.”
“What do you want to talk about then?”
I moved closer to him, still emboldened by the punch and the heat I felt between us. “I want… to talk about your lips,” I said with a grin. He couldn’t see me blushing up a storm under the mask. “And how perfect they look for kissing.”
“Is that so?” Even with his mask on, I knew he was raising an eyebrow. He reached down, sliding his fingers over his hips and up under the netting draped over his torso. “Anything else you’d like to put your mouth on?”
My heart hammered in my chest as I watched his fingers trace up his body, outlining his ribs, pecs, and nipples. The enchanted punch had lowered my inhibitions completely, making me bolder than I’d ever been.
“I can think of several places,” I admitted, my voice husky and filled with hunger.
I reached out hesitantly, then grew braver, placing my palm against his bare stomach.
His skin was impossibly smooth beneath my touch, with a strange coolness that contrasted with the heat between us. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.”
“I could say the same about you,” Neptune replied, catching my hand and guiding it higher across his chest. “Most people don’t approach me so directly. I like it.”
The fountain bubbled quietly beside us, its gentle splashing providing perfect cover for our increasingly heavy breathing. In the soft glow of the floating lanterns, Neptune looked otherworldly, like he’d stepped straight out of some ancient myth.
“Have we met before?” I asked again, the nagging familiarity still tugging at my mind. “Outside of school, maybe?”
Neptune leaned closer, his lips just inches from mine. “Does it matter?”
“I guess not,” I whispered, closing the distance between us.
The moment our lips connected, a jolt of electricity seemed to run through my entire body.
His mouth was cool at first contact but quickly warmed against mine.
I’d kissed exactly three people in my life before this moment, all awkward experimental pecks at magical summer camp years ago.
This was different. This was… intentional.
Neptune’s hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me firmly as he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, requesting entry that I eagerly granted. The taste of enchanted punch lingered on his tongue, sweeter somehow than my own had been.
I moaned softly as his other hand found its way under my shirt, his fingers exploring the muscles I’d developed from years of swimming. When we finally broke apart for air, I was dizzy with want.
“You’re good at that,” I breathed, resting my forehead against his.
“I’ve had a lot of practice,” he replied with a smirk that made my cock throb painfully against the confines of my jeans. “But you’re a natural.”
“There are other things I’d like to try being natural at,” I said, surprising myself with my boldness. The punch was definitely still working its magic.
Neptune’s eyes darkened behind his mask. “Is that right? And what would those be, exactly?”
Instead of answering with words, I slid off the fountain’s edge and onto my knees before him. The stone was hard and cold beneath me, but I barely noticed as I looked up, silently asking permission.
“Are you sure?” Neptune asked, his voice strained with restraint. “The punch—”
“I want this,” I interrupted, placing my hands on his knees. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. Just... not with anyone specific until now.”
Neptune’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he nodded. “Then by all means, don’t let me stop you.”
With trembling fingers, I reached for the waistband of his tight shorts. Despite my inexperience, I was determined not to show how nervous I was. I hooked my fingers under the elastic and tugged, Neptune lifting his hips slightly to help me.
His cock sprang free, and I couldn’t hold back a gasp. He was gorgeous. His cock was thick and long, with a slight upward curve. Like the rest of him, it was perfect, making me wonder if this was all just some punch-induced hallucination.
“It’s all yours,” he said, a confident grin painted on his face. He’d barely gotten the words out before I was leaning forward, driven by desire and curiosity.
The first taste was salty and clean as I ran my tongue experimentally along the underside of his shaft. Neptune hissed, his hand coming to rest lightly on my head, not pushing, just connecting.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as I grew bolder, taking the head into my mouth. “Just like that.”
I had no idea what I was doing, but Neptune’s reactions guided me. There was a sharp intake of breath when I swirled my tongue around his tip, and a low groan when I took him deeper. I couldn’t fit all of him in my mouth, so I wrapped my hand around the base, moving it in rhythm with my lips.
“Fuck, you’re a natural at this too,” he moaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Good boy.”
The praise sent a thrill through me, making me redouble my efforts.
I’d imagined this so many times, but the reality was messier, more awkward, and infinitely more exciting than my fantasies had been.
The weight of him on my tongue, the sounds he made, the way his thighs tensed under my free hand… All of it was intoxicating.
I pulled back to catch my breath, looking up at him through my mask. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay,” he assured me, his voice strained. “It’s fucking perfect.”
Encouraged, I returned to my task with renewed enthusiasm. Neptune began to guide me gently, showing me the pace he preferred, how to use my hand in conjunction with my mouth. I was a quick study, always had been.
“I’m close,” he warned after a few minutes, trying to pull away. “Where do you want me to cum?”
But I held firm, determined to finish what I’d started. I wanted every fucking drop. I worked him faster, wet sounds filling the ancient space where we were hidden away. His body tensed, thighs shaking, as I drove him closer to the edge.
“Oh… fuck,” he groaned, tightening his grip on my hair and forcing his cock deeper down my throat.
I felt him swell against my tongue as he came with a muffled groan. I tried to swallow everything, though some escaped down my chin. The taste was sweet, salty, and strange, but not unpleasant.
Neptune pulled me up for a kiss, seemingly unbothered that my mouth was slick with his cum. When we separated, he was looking at me with something like wonder.
“That was your first time doing that,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
I nodded, suddenly feeling vulnerable despite still being rock hard on my knees in front of him.
“Did you think you were straight until now?”
I shook my head. “No. Nothing like that. Just… inexperienced.”
“Well,” he grinned. “One good turn deserves another, right?”
Before I could answer, Neptune was sliding off the fountain’s edge, trading places with me as he guided me to sit where he’d been moments before. I watched, mesmerized, as he sank to his knees in front of me, his hands moving to my belt.
“Wait,” I said, suddenly nervous. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he replied, his voice low and seductive. “I’ve been thinking about how you’d taste since I first saw you tonight.”
My breath caught in my throat as he unbuckled my belt with practiced ease. The sound of my zipper being lowered seemed impossibly loud in the quiet courtyard. Neptune’s fingers brushed against my straining erection through my underwear, making me gasp.
“Someone’s excited,” he teased, hooking his fingers into my waistband.
I lifted my hips, allowing him to pull both my jeans and underwear down in one fluid motion. My cock sprang free, achingly hard and already leaking precum at the tip. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but the hunger in Neptune’s eyes as he looked at me banished any insecurities.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, wrapping his fingers around my shaft. “You have a gorgeous cock.”
Unlike my clumsy enthusiasm, Neptune’s movements were deliberate and controlled. He stroked me slowly, his thumb circling the head, spreading the pre-cum gathered there. I gripped the edge of the fountain, knuckles white, trying desperately not to embarrass myself by finishing too quickly.
When he finally lowered his mouth to me, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. His tongue was cool at first contact, sending shivers up my spine. But then came the wet heat of his mouth enveloping me, and my world narrowed to that single point of contact.
“Oh god,” I moaned, unable to help myself. “That feels… holy shit…”
Neptune hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure coursing through me.
He took me deeper than I thought possible, his throat relaxing around me.
Where I had been cautious and exploratory, he was confident and skilled, varying pressure and speed with expert precision.
My hips began to move of their own accord, small thrusts I couldn’t control. Neptune placed a firm hand on my thigh, not stopping me but guiding my rhythm to match his own. The dual sensation of his mouth and hand working in tandem was overwhelming.
“I’m not going to last,” I warned, feeling the familiar tightening building rapidly. “Neptune, I’m—”
He increased his pace in response, looking up at me through his mask as he took me to the edge and beyond. I came with a strangled cry, my entire body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Neptune didn’t pull away, swallowing everything I gave him until I was spent and trembling.
When he finally released me, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave me a satisfied smile. “Definitely sweet,” he commented, rising to sit beside me again. “Just like I thought you’d be.”
I collapsed against him, my head resting on his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. The world seemed to spin slightly, a combination of the enchanted punch and the most intense orgasm of my life.
“That was...” I began, struggling to find words adequate to describe what I’d just experienced.
“Just the beginning,” Neptune finished for me, pressing a kiss to my temple. “If you want it to be.”
I turned to look at him, studying what I could see of his face behind the mask. There was something impossibly familiar about him, about the way he moved and spoke. It nagged at the edges of my consciousness, but the punch made my thoughts slippery and hard to grasp.
“I do,” I admitted, surprising myself with my certainty. “I want more. With you.”
Neptune’s smile was brilliant, almost luminous in the dim light. “Good. Because the night is still young and I’m nowhere near done with you, Theo.”
The way he said my name sent another shiver down my spine. I leaned in to kiss him again, tasting myself on his lips. His hands came up to frame my face, careful not to disturb my mask.
“Should we go somewhere more private?” I suggested, suddenly aware that anyone could walk into the courtyard we’d been blowing each other in at any moment.
Neptune grinned, helping me fix my clothes. “Let’s get more punch and dance for a while first,” he said, taking my hand once more. “Don’t you worry my good boy. I’ll take care of you tonight.”
The praise made me shiver once more and I knew I was completely under his spell. As we slipped away from the fountain, I felt lighter than I had in years. Tonight, whatever Neptune wanted to do to me, I knew I’d say yes.