Chapter 8
Donovan
Kissing Stephen is my new favorite thing; it’s been a few days since we made out on his bed and now we’re kissing at every opportunity we can find.
Sometimes it’s a quick kiss in the morning before we leave for class, or a short make out session before training, or it’s like tonight, where I’m lying on his bed and he’s been kissing me for what feels like hours.
I’d always thought it would feel amazing, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality.
I can’t get enough of him, the way his hair feels as it runs through my fingers, the muscles of his shoulders under my palms, his abs…
holy shit, his abs… and then the feel of his hard dick pressing against me like it is now…
there are no words to describe how good it feels.
And he’s never once pressured me or even suggested that we go any further, I mean, I want to…
fuck, do I want to. I just don’t know how to do this, how to suggest it, and I’m also terrified.
There’s still that voice in my head reaffirming Kyle’s words to me, about not knowing what I’m doing, and not wanting to hold my hand through it.
Logically I know Stephen won’t be like that, and he already knows I’ve never been with anyone, but it doesn’t make it any less scary, and I’m glad we’re taking it slow.
“Fuck, I love kissing you,” Stephen says, as he moves his mouth down my throat.
“Good, because I love you kissing me,” I chuckle.
I let out a yelp of surprise when he suddenly bites me, even though it’s gentle.
“Sorry baby,” he says, his voice husky, “you just taste so fucking delicious.”
“Baby?” I ask, just hearing that pet name makes my dick twitch.
“Mmm, that’s what I call you in my head when I think about you.”
My heart stutters at his words, it’s already hard enough to concentrate when he kisses me.
“You think about me?”
“Of course I think about you. Why? Don’t you think about me?” He smirks as he pulls back and hovers above me.
“You know I do,” I say, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him into another kiss.
He thrusts his hips so he grinds against my dick, and a moan escapes me.
“I like hearing those sounds from you, baby,” he chuckles, lifting my leg so it’s over his hip as he grinds against me again.
“Fuck, Stephen,” I gasp.
He nestles his face into my neck and growls, before moving his forehead to rest against mine.
“I’m gonna stop before I take this any further,” he moans. “We should both get some sleep, and I promised myself we’d take this slow, no matter how much I want you and the sexy fucking noises you make.”
“Sexy? No one’s ever said I’m sexy before.”
“Well I am,” he smirks, claiming my lips in another kiss.
“I think you’re sexy too,” I whisper, and I know I’m blushing by the grin he gives me; he seems to enjoy making that happen.
“You need to move to your own bed before I break my promise, Donovan.”
“Okay, okay, I’m going!”
I wriggle out from underneath him, which isn’t easy as he’s got me caged in and is purposefully making it difficult, pulling me back for kisses.
Once I’m settled in my bed, we say goodnight and turn off our lamps. I curl up under my covers, his kisses replaying in my mind. How am I supposed to rest when he’s so close, knowing how incredible it feels when his lips are on me.
I’m not even tired, I’m awake and… well, horny. I’m so fucking turned on from kissing him I’m physically uncomfortable; I shift to try and subtly make myself feel better.
“You awake?” he asks softly.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“You also rock hard and horny?” he chuckles.
“Yeah,” I laugh, not quite believing that he asked me that.
“We could… you know…”
I glance over but it’s too dark to make out his expression.
“You said we could take it slow,” I say, getting worried that I’m not ready for what he’s asking.
“And we will,” he reassures me, “I just meant, we could look after ourselves, but at the same time… maybe.”
“Oh… you mean, like, watch each other?” The thought of watching him touch himself is almost too much for me to comprehend.
“Yeah, if you’d like that, or we could leave the lights off if you prefer.”
“No, I mean yes, but… I want to watch,” I say. “Only if you want to though, if you don’t want to watch it’s okay, like, why would you want to watch me—”
“I do,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Donovan, I really wanna watch you.”
Shit, he wants to watch me touch myself…
“I… uh… I don’t know what I’m doing…” I say, “I’ve never had someone watch me before.”
He chuckles, “I don’t want you to put on a show. Just touch yourself how you would if you were alone.”
“Okay, we should probably turn our lamps back on.”
“Yeah,” he says, “shield your eyes.”
The light is low enough that it’s not blinding and it doesn’t take me long to adjust. I look over to his bed, and his eyes are on me, his dick straining against his sweats.
“Can you… um… never mind,” I say.
“It’s okay,” he says, his voice deeper again, husky, sexy. “You can ask me anything, baby.”
“Please can you take your shirt off?”
“Sure, can you as well?” he asks, sitting and taking his shirt off in one swift motion before lying back down on his side, facing me.
I do the same and we take a moment to gaze at each other. I’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times, but knowing what’s about to happen makes this feel very different.
“We can stop at any time,” he says softly, “I won’t be annoyed or angry.”
I nod; grateful he’s said that. “I want to do this; I want to watch you.”
He slides his hand over his body, across his chest and down his abs. I know I’ve said it before but I really fucking love his abs… I let out a soft moan when I think about touching them.
“You’re gonna torture me with those noises, baby,” he says. “What’s got you moaning already?”
“Your abs,” I say, “I… I think about licking them.”
He groans, running his fingers over his abs. “Well guess what image is going to be running through my mind constantly from now on,” he chuckles.
“You didn’t mind me saying that?” I ask, nervous about admitting the thoughts I’ve been having.
“Not at all, I want to hear all of your thoughts. Do you want to start over our sweats?” he asks, and I love that he’s trying to make me feel more comfortable and take this slow.
“Yes and no,” I chuckle.
“What does that mean?”
“Yes, I like the idea of starting there, but no, because I also really wanna see your dick.”
He laughs, “I wanna see you too. But we can take this as slow as you like, we’ll get there.”
“Okay… maybe over our boxers?”
“Sounds good.”
He reaches his hands lower to the waistband of his sweats and slides them down to his thighs. His boxers are gray, so the outline of his hard dick is clearly visible as it presses against the fabric, and I don’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips.
He waits patiently for me to do the same, and I slide my sweats down too. His dick is bigger than mine, but he doesn’t seem disappointed with what he sees through my boxers, even going as far as to lick his lips slightly.
“Fuck, Donovan, I wish you could see how sexy you are.”
I swallow hard and feel myself blush at his words, he literally looks like some kind of god and he’s calling me sexy?
“Can you touch yourself for me, baby?” he asks.
I run my hand down my body and over my boxers, along my length before I grip it. His breath hitches and he immediately moves to do the same. As he grips his own dick with his hand I whimper, shocked at how needy I sound, but it only seems to spur him on.
We take our time, watching each other as we tentatively touch ourselves, stroking through our boxers. A small wet patch appears on the gray of his and knowing it’s pre-cum has me licking my lips like an automatic reaction.
“You wanna see me?” he asks, and all I can do is nod.
He lifts his hips and uses both hands to lower his boxers to his thighs, his dick springing free. I’m suddenly wishing I was a lot closer so I could make out all the details, instead of just his impressive length.
“Fuck, Stephen,” I whimper.
“I’m gonna get some lube and throw it over to you, but you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want,” he says.
Sliding open his top drawer, he takes out a small bottle and squeezes some along his length, inhaling as it touches. “Cold,” he chuckles, “you might want to warm it up in your hands first.”
He throws the bottle, and it lands perfectly on my bed in front of me, pro-athlete skills aren’t only for the football field apparently.
The sound coming from his side of the room is making me crazy, the slickness of the lube as he grips his dick and runs his hand along his length a few times. I lower my boxers, and his eyes move straight to my dick.
“You look so fucking good, Donovan,” he whispers.
I squirt some of the lube in my hands and warm it a bit like he said, before moving to my dick and covering it with the smooth liquid.
Stephen grips a little tighter and starts to move his hand faster as he watches me.
I mirror his movements, loving that I get to see him like this.
He’s hotter than any of the very limited porn I’ve ever watched.
“You look better than anything I’ve ever seen before,” I blurt out.
“So do you.” The expression on his face leaves no doubt in my mind that he’s being truthful; I’ve never felt wanted before, but the look on his face is one of pure need.
We both quicken our pace, our eyes darting between making eye contact and watching each other’s dicks. Our breaths become pants as we each get closer, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold on.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” he moans. “You gonna let me watch you come all over yourself?”
“Stephen!” I cry softly, not wanting our neighbors to hear us.
“That’s it, let me hear you say my name when you come.”
His ab muscles ripple and tense, the sight sending me over the edge as I cry his name again and ropes of cum shoot up along my stomach. He quickly follows with my name on his lips, and I watch as he comes all over himself.