Chapter 14 #2
“Good idea,” I say, pulling him down into a kiss.
Stephen
It’s the middle of the week and I’ve got something special planned for Donovan tonight. Practice was canceled so I’ve had plenty of time after my final class to set things up. When I hear his key in the lock, I move to the door and block it with my foot.
“Stephen, what—”
“Wait there,” I say, “you can’t come in yet.”
“Why not?”
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
“Of course I do, but—”
“Here.” I pass him a scarf through the door. “Cover your eyes.”
“Are you serious?”
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise, will you just put it on, please?”
He sighs, taking the scarf and tying it around his head so he can’t see. When I’m sure it’s in place, I open the door and guide him to the center of the room.
“Wait here,” I say.
“Okay, but can you keep talking so I know you haven’t disappeared on me.”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby, don’t worry. Just a bit longer.”
I purposefully make noise as I rearrange the furniture, so he knows I’m here.
“What is even going on?” he asks.
“You’ll know soon enough,” I chuckle, looking around the room one final time.
I’ve covered the wall with our door in a large white sheet; projected on it is the opening image of one of Donovan’s favorite films. My bed has been angled towards the screen, so we basically have our own private movie theatre set up.
A tray of popcorn, snacks, and drinks sits on the bed, alongside lots of extra pillows and blankets so we can get as comfy and cozy as we like.
“Okay,” I say, stepping behind Donovan and turning him towards the screen. “I’m taking off the scarf.”
I undo the knot and let it fall, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my chin on his head while he takes in the sight.
“Is that a projected screen? And The Lost Boys?”
“Yup! I borrowed the projector from Ryan, one of my teammates. It’s our own private movie date.”
“Oh my god,” he turns in my arms and kisses me. “You did all this for me?”
“Of course, I know we could go and do this as friends, but it’s kind of a rite of passage to make out on a date at the movies, so I brought the movie theatre to us.” I nod my head in the direction of the bed. “Snacks and all.”
“Stephen… this is…”
He kisses me again and lifts onto his tiptoes, so I pick him up, loving how he feels in my arms.
“You wanna go to the movies with me?” I ask.
“More than anything.”
I carry him over to the bed and set him down; comfy sweats and a T-shirt are already laid out for him to change into.
“Get comfortable, I need to make sure the projector is in focus again.”
“Yeah, we want hot vampires, not blurry vampires,” he chuckles.
“Oh, so that’s why this is your favorite film, the hot vampires?”
“Hey, this is a cult classic, but yeah, the hot vampires don’t hurt either. And you shouldn’t complain, I’ve been told this is a pan and bisexual dream—Star, Michael, and David—I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”
I laugh, “Well now I’m definitely on board.”
When I’m happy with the projector, I turn off the lamps so it’s our only light source and settle in next to Donovan. He immediately snuggles under my arm, bringing one of his knees up to rest on my legs too.
“You ready?” I ask, and I press play when I feel him nod.
“Can you not see why it’s a cult classic?” he says, turning on the bedside lamp and facing me.
“I mean, it was fun,” I shrug, “but a classic?”
“Yes! The soundtrack, the style, the Frog brothers? And that final line… come on!”
“Yeah, but they lost me with those maggots in the rice carton.” I shudder and he giggles.
“Well I don’t care what you say, it’s still one of my favorite films of all time, and you have to admit, the vampires are insanely hot!”
“What is it with you and those hot vampires?” I ask, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him onto my lap.
“I don’t know…” he whispers, his eyes darting between mine and my lips.
“Maybe it’s a fantasy of yours,” I smirk, leaning forward and dragging my teeth across his neck.
He whimpers at my touch, grinding his hips into me. I grip his ass and pull him even closer, moving my mouth to his shoulder where I bite down and gently suck. I stop myself before I make too much of a mark, and he kisses me, wrapping his arms around my neck, continuing to move against me.
“Fuck,” I moan, loving the feel of him straddling me.
“This is okay?”
“More than okay,” I murmur. “I’ve jerked off so many times to the thought of you riding my cock like this.”
“You have? You mean like how you said, me being on top?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Would it work with you holding me like this?” he asks, his voice nervous and unsure. “I mean, being up here with me, so I can kiss you.”
“Instead of me lying back?” I ask, and he nods. “Yeah, we can make this work, but there’s no pressure, are you not still sore from the weekend?”
“No, I want to feel you again, but I might need your help.”
“You know I’ve got you, baby. You wanna get undressed?”
He grins and nods, grabbing the bottom of my T-shirt and pulling it up over my head.
“It’s much easier than when you’re standing,” he chuckles.
I take his shirt off too and slide my hands under his sweats and boxers, enjoying the smooth skin of his ass.
“Kneel up, baby.”
He does as I ask, and I pull them down, chuckling as we both shuffle around so he can take them off fully, before pulling off my own.
“And that’s easier when we’re standing up,” he laughs.
“But I like having you here,” I say, pulling him back onto my lap so he’s straddling me again, this time our skin touching everywhere.
“I like being here,” he whispers.
I take my time, kissing him, stroking my hands along his back and over his ass, while he focuses on my hair, running his fingers through and gripping it.
“This feels amazing,” I moan, “I’d be happy just doing this with you.”
“I know, but I want more.”
I rest my forehead against his. “Use your words, baby.”
“I want you inside me again.”
I get the lube from my drawer and pour some in my hand, rubbing it over my cock, before reaching around to touch him. He gasps and lifts at the contact.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
“Fuck, yes,” he says, lowering his body to meet my hand, using his hips to move against me.
He settles over me and nods, letting me know it’s okay to slide my finger into him, and as I do, he kisses me, gripping my hair. I work him for a bit, until he feels more relaxed.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm.”
I grab my lubed-up cock and guide him as he lowers himself.
“Take it slow; gravity is going to make this feel intense.”
He moans as I breach him and takes a moment to adjust.
“Stephen,” he gasps.
“Breathe, baby, there’s no rush.”
He leans his forehead against mine and takes a few slow breaths. “Does this feel okay for you?”
“Donovan, it feels fucking incredible.”
“Okay, good,” he chuckles. “Do I move?”
“If you want, and only when you’re ready.”
He cries out as he lifts slightly, before lowering back down, sinking even deeper onto my cock.
“That’s it, baby, use me to feel good,” I say, as he lifts himself again before lowering.
“Like that?”
“Just like that, it feels so fucking good, it’s perfect.”
I kiss him as he continues to move, fucking himself on my cock. It’s slow and tentative, but with the way he grips me it doesn’t matter.
He shifts his hips slightly and as he lowers he cries out, “Holy shit! It’s that spot again.”
“Your prostate?”
“Mm-hmm,” he whimpers, “fuck.”
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
He moves again, staying in that same position, moaning with every pass. Seeing him take control of his pleasure is hot, the way his head is falling back from how good it feels, the way he’s listening to his body and giving himself what he needs.
“You look so fucking sexy,” I growl, licking a line up his throat to his jaw, before nipping him there. “I love seeing you take my cock like this.”
“It feels…” he groans, “oh fuck, Stephen, it feels…”
“You gonna come on my cock, baby?”
“No,” he shakes his head, “I can’t…”
“You can, you’re okay, but if you want me to take over I will.”
“Yes,” he lifts his face to look at me. “It’s too much, I can’t, please make us come.”
I hold him tight against me and roll us over so he’s on his back, all the while still inside him.
Loving the sounds that escape him as I take control.
I enjoy a couple of thrusts with his legs wrapped around my waist, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head, then I pull out and use my hands to help us both finish.
“Stephen,” he whispers, pulling me down to kiss him, not caring that his chest is covered in our cum, and now it’s all over both of us.
“I’m here, I’ve got you,” I say, returning his kiss and keeping myself pressed tightly against him. “I’m here.”
He eventually lets me go, mainly because he drifts off to sleep, and I take my time cleaning him up, loving the soft whimpers and moans he makes. I carry him to his bed, our makeshift movie theatre can wait, I’ll dismantle it tomorrow; all I want right now is to curl up with him in my arms.