Chapter 9 #2
Stephen smiles at me from the doorway and subtly shakes his head in apology, but I don’t mind, his parents are like rays of sunshine.
“How was Tynerston?” I ask.
“Amazing,” Vanessa says, “we went to the aquarium and the wildlife center. Have you been?”
“Mom, he lives there,” Stephen sighs, “I’m sure he’s been.”
“I haven’t actually.” I grin at Vanessa, and she gives Stephen an ‘I told you so’ look as he rolls his eyes.
“Well you must go when you’re next home,” she says.
“I will, I promise.”
“And how’s life at Winbrook? Still good?” Nathan asks.
“It’s brilliant,” I say.
“And Stephen’s being good to you? Showing you around, helping you out?”
I blush at the thought of how good Stephen’s been to me but try and act as normally as possible. “He’s been great, really welcoming.”
‘Welcoming?’ Stephen mouths silently at me from behind their backs and it takes everything in me to suppress a laugh.
“Good,” Nathan nods, “if he gives you any trouble you let me know.”
“Oh my god,” Stephen groans, “really?”
“We know what you’re like,” Vanessa says, patting him on the arm. “You get so busy with classes and training, we don’t want you neglecting your roommate.”
“Don’t worry,” I say, “I don’t feel neglected, he’s very attentive.”
Stephen nearly chokes when he tries to turn a laugh into a cough. “Well, I’m beat. Thank you so much for driving me,” he says, pulling his parents into a hug and saying goodbye as he directs them towards the door.
“Oh, okay,” Vanessa says, clearly a bit crushed by his eagerness for them to leave.
“I guess we’ll see you in a couple of weeks then,” Nathan says, as Stephen practically closes the door on them.
I keep my laughs stifled, waiting for them to have made their way down the hall a bit.
“That was so mean,” I say, “you didn’t have to shoo them away like that!”
He strides towards me and takes my face in his hands. “They were taking forever,” he murmurs, before claiming my lips in a kiss.
It’s deep and passionate, his tongue begging entry before I part my lips and let him in.
He moans into the kiss, and I feel it all the way to my dick.
The next thing I know, his hands are underneath my ass and I’m being lifted off my feet, having no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist to balance myself.
“What the fuck, Stephen?” I yell, breaking the kiss. “What are you doing?”
“Picking you up, what does it feel like I’m doing?” he smirks.
“I’m not a girl!”
“Baby, I can feel your rock-hard cock pressing against mine, believe me, I know you’re not a girl. But if I want to pick you up and press you into the wall while I kiss you, I will.”
He walks until my back is up against the door and presses his body against me, crashing his mouth into mine, his tongue running along my lips seeking entry. Fuck me, this is hot.
“I missed you,” he says, moving his kisses along my jaw and down onto my neck.
“I missed you too… I want to touch you.”
“You’re literally wrapped around me, baby,” he chuckles.
“All of you,” I say, running my fingers through his hair.
He lifts his head, and our eyes lock. “Donovan, there’s no rush. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
“I know, but I want to touch you… and you to touch me.”
He slams his mouth into mine, grinding his hips even harder until I grip his hair and let out a cry. With me still in his arms, he walks us towards his bed, his hands moving down to my ass and gripping me there.
“Can I undress you?” he asks, and as I nod, he puts me down, pulling my shirt off so I’m standing in only my jeans.
After taking his shirt off too, he holds my face in his hands and kisses me gently.
“You wanna take off my jeans and boxers?” he asks.
I nod, running my hands across his chest; his skin soft and smooth, his nipples hardening as I trail my fingers over them.
I take my time exploring his abs, feeling the ridges in his muscles and stroking the grooves, before moving down to his jeans.
The button easily hooks open, and I lower his fly, his hard dick pressing against the fabric of his boxers.
“Can I touch?” I ask.
He nods, and I run my finger along his length through the boxers, my confidence growing when his breath hitches. I flatten my hand and palm him, running it up and down. He groans and takes my face in his hands, pulling me into another kiss.
“That feels so fucking good, baby.”
His words boost my confidence even more, and I wrap my hand around him as best I can, loving the feel of him even through the thin fabric.
“Yes, Donovan,” he whispers, before kissing me again.
Bringing my hands to either side of his boxers and jeans, I slide them down his thighs, freeing him.
My gut instinct is to tell him that I don’t know what I’m doing, that I’m scared I’ll do something wrong…
but I’m trying to channel Beth’s advice.
He knows I’ve never done this before, and he’s still here.
I run my hand over him, the skin soft and sensitive.
He kisses me again, distracting me from my thoughts, leaving me free to explore him.
“Can I touch you too?” he asks huskily.
“Yes.”
He undoes my jeans and grips me through my boxers, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and this is through the fabric. I must make a different noise because he pauses and leans away from me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern crossing his face.
I nod. “It’s just a bit overwhelming, but I want this, I really want this.”
“Why don’t you lie down, baby. Let me look after you,” he murmurs, peppering soft kisses over my temples and cheeks.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes, of course I do.”
He leads me to his bed, and I lie down.
“Can I take these off?” he asks, running his hand around the waistband of my boxers.
I nod, lifting my hips. He slides them down my legs and throws them to the floor, before straddling my thighs.
“We can stop anytime, okay?” he says, leaning over to his bedside table to retrieve a bottle of lube.
He squeezes some out and warms it in his hands before gently gripping my dick, his skin against mine feels incredible and I gasp at the contact. He leisurely strokes me, before doing the same to himself.
“Oh my god!” I pant; my breathing is already heavy.
“I’ve got you,” he says. “You look gorgeous, and you feel so fucking good.”
His words make something in my chest constrict, like my heart is skipping a beat again.
“You feel… fuck, Stephen, this feels amazing.”
“Is it okay if I try something else?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm, you can do anything you want!”
“Within reason, baby,” he chuckles, “you’re not ready for everything I want yet, and that’s okay.”
Holy shit… it’s really not fair how sexy he sounds, especially when I can hardly keep it together. I’m overwhelmed by a different sensation and look down, both of our dicks are in his hands, and he thrusts his hips so he’s grinding his dick against mine.
“Oh fuck!” The feel of his entire length rubbing against me while I’m held in his hands is almost too much. “Stephen, if you keep doing that I’m going to come, like, really soon.”
“Yes,” he moans, “I want you to come all over my hand so I can taste you.”
His words send me over the edge, and I do exactly as he wanted; but he waits until I make eye contact again before lifting one hand to his mouth.
I watch as he slowly licks my cum off his fingers, not quite believing that he’s tasting me.
His own orgasm hits and he releases all over my chest; I follow his lead and run my finger through it before bringing it to my mouth.
It tastes like how Beth described it to me, but I like it more than I thought I would.
“Was that okay?” he asks, lowering his head and gently kissing me on the lips.
“Uh huh,” I chuckle, not able to form a coherent sentence.
“Stay here, I’m gonna get something to clean you up.”
I can only nod as he throws on sweats and a T-shirt before leaving the room, returning with what looks like a wet towel. I go to take it from him, but he pulls it out of my reach.
“Relax, baby,” he says, “let me look after you.”
“I don’t need looking after,” I say nervously. Is this what he thinks of me?
“I know, it’s called aftercare.”
“Aftercare?”
“Being intimate after sex, taking care of each other, making sure the other person is okay, cuddling… which is why I’m cleaning you up,” he chuckles.
“Oh…”
I lie back as he cleans my chest before gently cleaning my dick, a look of calm contentment on his face as though this is making him happy. Aftercare… who knew?
“How do you feel about sharing a bed?” he asks.
“I’d like that.”
So far we’ve only slept in separate beds, but after spending the night wrapped up in his covers, I love the thought of falling asleep close to him.
“Do you want to wear clothes, or boxers, or do you wanna be naked?” He winks, keeping it lighthearted so there’s no pressure, I can choose what I’ll be most comfortable with.
“Maybe boxers?”
He nods and moves to my drawers, taking out a pair for me, before finding a pair of his own.
“Shall we sleep in your bed? I’ll change my sheets tomorrow,” he chuckles.
“Okay.”
I make my way over and climb under my duvet. I’ve shared a bed with Beth before, but that’s completely platonic, so I have no idea what to expect. Stephen climbs in behind me, but instead of settling, he pulls me into him like a little spoon, his body curled around mine.
“Comfy?” he murmurs in my ear.
“Yeah,” I chuckle, “this is nice, I like this.”
“We can do this every night if you want.”
“Really?”
He nuzzles my neck and kisses me. “Absolutely.”
“Okay,” I whisper, my heart feeling like it’s going to explode.
“Good night, Donovan,” he says, his voice muffled where he’s still buried in my neck.
“Good night.”