BREAKFAST IN BED - NC17 - M/M twincest
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NC17 - M/M sex, twincest, still not beta read, repost
BREAKFAST IN BED - NC17
(written for TH fandom)
I think it’s actually more the grumble in my stomach than the patting of puppy feet, back and forth around the bed, that wakes me from my sleep. There is plenty of light coming through the living area window, which apparently we forgot to close, so it is obviously already day. I don’t know what time it is, but I really doubt it’s still morning. To be honest, I don’t much care. It’s time to wake up with your warm body wrapped up around mine, your head leaning on my shoulder as I hold you near. You are so close I can smell the air you breathe, feel the length of your skin pressed up against me, sweet and inviting.
I look at you now, hair undone and face wiped of all those unnatural embellishments, and you never looked lovelier. And just mine. No one else sees you like this, no one else has you like this - ever. I feel possessive and pull you closer, maybe a little too hard because you stir in your sleep. I ease up a little and you mumble something alike my name and settle again, after scratching your thigh and then wrapping it further around my legs.
So innocent and so sinful, you are everything one could wish for. Everything I wish for - and mine.
It took us long enough to realize, long enough to get where we are. We’ve changed so much…
But if I think back, it’s been years of wooing, courting and longing. Years of flirting and going around in circles, finding our way back to each other. Always.
I think we both tried to steer away from this path we inevitably ended up on. Maybe even me more than you. Yes. You’re always more sure of what you want than I am. More fearless to follow your dreams too.
I push a strand of black hair back, so I can better see that exquisite face of yours, cheeks still flushed from the heat of our night. I kiss your tender lips and you sigh contented.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. And I tried to keep away, to sink myself into meaningless flings with girls who have left no mark on my heart. I’m left even without their names. They were not important. Who I’ve always wanted was the one I thought I could not have, the one too close and still out of reach. The one I denied even to my heart that I desired.
I tried to stay away, I really did. You… I think you were just waiting for me. Waiting that I’d see this is just one more way you can complete me. I just thought I wanted you to move on, to find your way to someone else, and give our bond a little slack.
I think I can pinpoint the exact time it clicked in my head. When I realized we were heading in the wrong direction, and it was just the time I feared you were tired of waiting.
“Get your filthy hands off him!” I remember it so clearly, the way I shouted to that guy who was getting too friendly with you. They all looked at me, all those people in that industry party or whatever that was, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I saw you get up, pick your purse and let that man carry your jacket and rest a hand around your lower back, and begin to guide you out of that crowded, smoke filled room.
I don’t think I was ever so angry, or so afraid. Afraid of the look on your face that told me you had decided it was time to go along and dip your toes in the unknown waters, instead of waiting for me on the shore.
I can see it in my head, just as clearly as I see the walls in this room, the arch leading to the living area or the tiny kitchen beyond. As clearly as I see your hand lying on my chest, drawing tiny little circles now and then, even as you sleep.
On that night, you turned around in that man’s hold and looked back at me with confusion on your face, not knowing how to react. It’s a blessing you did nothing, really. I can’t imagine how things would have played out if you’d shouted back or argued with me. Like this, you just stood there, staring at me, and then followed me as I yanked you away from him and dragged you out of the room and back to our hotel, leaving the bodyguards and the rest of our crew to settle the mess behind us. I think everyone thought we were just a little too drunk.
You and I knew better. It was a turning point then. A landmark on our history. We didn’t have to talk about it; we felt it, our unspoken agreement that we’d love each other just one notch higher.
And that night, when I joined you in your bed, you said nothing. It was just one of those things we did, that society says we should have grown out of but we never did. Still, you pulled me closer, so we could feel each other’s warmth from head to toe. It felt right. And you smiled at me, brought your face to mine and kissed me goodnight. A peck on the lips that scorched me to the core. Then you closed your eyes and quickly drifted to sleep, with your fingers tightened around the fabric of my pajama shirt.
That was over two years ago, and has led us to this bliss. I want to stay in here with you forever, but my bladder has other ideas, and I think the little mutt knows exactly how I feel.
Regretfully, I disentangle myself from you, leaving my worn t-shirt in my place, to keep you company.
I run off to the bathroom, the only division in this cottage that is graced with a door, and do my business before taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth.
As soon as I step out, the little mutt that followed us home yesterday starts whimpering and scratching at the front door. I try to hush him as I dress quickly, a couple of layers of sweatpants and sweaters because I know it’s cold outside. The little white fur ball is running around me, getting under my feet as I go through the mess of popcorn, chips and candy wrappers we left on the coffee table last night, until I find my wallet and keys. I manage to get them out without knocking over the empty coke cans and I head for the door, pulling on my boots and coat before letting us both out.
There really isn’t much in this tiny village, tucked away on the end of winding mountain roads, but I still hope to find a place where I can buy us some food, drink and smokes. That and the DVD collecting you dragged along with us, should have us set for our secret vacation. Well, that and the bottle of lotion you bought at the service station on the way, I remember, and I hope I don’t look as red as I feel.
I walk slowly down the road, and in five minutes I enter what appears to be the only real street in this place. Little houses stretch on my right and left, a few shops, mostly family homes, and on the far end I can already see the picturesque church and the elementary school, which I heard has only 5 pupils.
Behind me, the little mutt trots along happily. If he’s still following me when I get back to the cottage, I imagine he’s returning home with us.
In the store, I buy cigarettes, a tiny cereal bar that I swallow immediately, flower and backing powder, vanilla and spaghetti, and canned tomatoes and a few more things I’ll need to feed us both and the mutt for the next couple of days. I’m almost done, after asking the nice lady behind the counter for dog food, when my eyes drift over the candy shelf and find a packet of tiny colored sugar almonds which, according to the blue lettering printed on the package, are filled with liquor. I instantly take two large bags and place them on the counter, finding myself licking my lips when my brain thinks of that special memory.
Our first kiss was on account of a liquored almond, our first real, tongues and all kiss. Well, maybe the almond was just the excuse. I don’t really know what we were doing, or how you ended up on my lap, on the couch at our aunt’s house, me plopping the last almond in my mouth and bragging about it, you pouting for a moment, before you made your decision.
It was split second before your hands were on the sides of my face and your mouth was on mine, your tongue licking your way into my lips until it slipped inside and stole the sweet from me. I didn’t mind because you were so much sweeter, as I soon realized when you lingered inside, exploring every little corner of my mouth. And when you finally pulled back, I followed, wanting to feel my lips back on yours.
The shop lady brings me back to the present when she asks me if I would need anything else.
We go back outside, me and the dog, and we walk along the street a little further, so we both get our exercise. My mind though, still lingers back on the feel of your tongue on mine, on your taste. That kiss was another step in our relation, one more thread holding us together. From then on, it became a part of our days and nights, the kissing. We’d just try to find some time alone, either a few minutes behind a stage door, or hours in a hotel room, wrapped in each other on the same bed.
I love the way you let me just lie on you, thread my fingers in your silky hair and just kiss you. Taste you, feel you. You close you eyes and whimper and moan as you surrender totally to me.
Soon enough the kisses led us to more intimate caresses. Your hand sliding over my clothes and bringing me pleasure, while you rubbed yourself against my leg.
It was less than a year ago that we climbed another step. We had a fight. It sounds silly, really. A jealous bout of lovers. It was about that girl, Sandra or Sara or whatever her name was. A fan girl, one of those that follow us from one town to the next, from one show to the next. But she was nice, not too pushy. And definitely pretty. Hazel eyes and long soft brown hair, beautiful hands and, well, other endowments. I think it was at a hotel bar, that she finally gathered the never to come up and talk to us - to you. You got along, chatted amicably and I felt this anger building inside. I know it was stupid, looking back. You and she could have been friends, nothing more. All else you reserve to me. But at that time I saw red when I asked you to come with me back to the room, and you said you wanted to stay and chat with her longer. I hated her. And when they called you away to a phone interview I made my move. You’d told the girl that you’d come back and we could all have dinner together, but I had other plans. As soon as you were out of sight I lured her to the restrooms and banged her right there against the wall, ditching her later with one of those lines I’d heard old rock stars use to get rid of girls once they are done with them.
When you came back I was smoking my third cigarette and she was gone. And I think I wanted to make you mad, I wanted to hurt you because you hurt me by making me jealous, so I told you the truth. It was disbelief and anger I saw in your eyes then. And I regretted it instantly. Since that day I work hard to never let you down again.
Back then, it was a long two days and nights before you started even talking to me, another week before you let me return to your bed. It was then that I forsake all others. No more random flings and one night stands. I didn’t have to tell you, you just knew. And after that night you let me return to your bed, when we showered together in the morning, you stood there, completely naked, with your body so close to mine, and the water running down on us both. You looked at me so serious that for a moment I feared you were still mad. But no, you leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said “You never need to doubt that I’m all yours. And I’m glad you’re all mine now,” and then you just reached for the soap.
I can’t explain why, but to me that was a sign to take us further. I kissed you deeply, pushed you against the tiled wall. But that wasn’t enough, never enough. I let my hands run down your wet body, rubbing against your arms first and then going lower. I felt you tremble but it could not be from the cold because the water was scalding against us. Your arms came up to wrap around my shoulders, my neck, and you deepened our kiss, barely giving us space to breathe. I felt you harden against my body and I don’t know how I gathered the nerve, but I just wrapped my hand around your cock and stroked you slowly. You gasped, eyes open wide and pulling back from me for an instant, but I pressed further into you, one hand stroking you and the other coming to rest on the small of your back as I kissed you again, swallowing your whimpers. It was gentle and tentative at first, but it was easy finding what you desired, pumping harder, squeezing and releasing, running my thumb over your slit. You held onto me for support, the kissing become sloppier as I sped up my rhythm and you chased your orgasm. You were close, so close. I kept stroking you while my other hand slid further down and explored the tiny area I’d found myself fantasizing about. My fingers circled your hole and I felt your legs tremble harder. When a fingertip just barely pushed inside, it was enough to drive you over the edge. You came undone in my hands, so lovely as you tumbled over the edge.
We stayed there, locked against each other until you came down from your high. You looked at me, blinking away drops of hot water, and slowly slid down on your knees before me. I could barely register what was happening until your lips were locked around my cock, your tongue drawing circles around my hard flesh.
I was moaning and my hands dropped down to tangle in your wet hair. It was pleasure like I’d never felt before. All those nameless girls did not even come close to the feeling you brought me with your mouth. You sucked me as deep as you could, which was quite a lot considering this was your first time having a cock in your mouth, and pressed that tongue piercing in just the right places. It was embassingly fast how I emptied myself down your throat, enthralled as I watched you swallow it all, and then stand back up and kiss me, letting me taste myself in your mouth. It was then the first time you plainly said “I love you.”
The dog barks at something and when I realize, we are at the end of the street, by the little restaurant, if you could call it that, which is the last house before the church and the school. I overhear some conversations and realize it’s just past lunch hour. Luckily enough, that means I can probably buy some yummies for you.
When I leave the place, I’m packing a box of french fries, fresh fruit and newly backed bread. I also scored some whipped cream and a free LIDL newspaper. The mutt got a cookie on the house. We make our way back.
I unlock the door carefully, trying not to make too much noise as I let myself into the cottage. Me and the two large shopping bags, and the newspaper, and the one who’s apparently our new mutt. It’s a small place the one we rented, and the room you’re sleeping in is just across the arch on my right. I don’t want to wake you.
The dog settles up on the two seat couch, by the fireplace, as I put the bags up on the tiled top of the kitchen table. After getting rid of my boots and coat, I cross the living area, enjoying the feel of the thick carpet under my socked feet Carefully, I pad my way over to you.
The room feels warm and still smells of us and sex. I find myself smirking, because you are in the same position I left you. Wrapped up under the thick white duvet, with a mess of back hair fanned over the pillows and your face. Your breathing is deep and slowly rhythmed, and I’m sure you are still in the land of dreams. For a moment, I’m tempted to lose my all my clothes right there to the floor and slide under the covers with you. To feel my hands over your soft skin and run my fingers through those black tresses.
But I’ve already made other plans. I struggle with my heart and other lower regions to manage to drag myself away from our bed and you, and return to the living area, where I quickly resurrect the flames in the fireplace. It’s not really cold in the cottage, but the crackling sound and dancing shadows make everything more cozy and romantic, don’t they? Damn, I sound like a lovestruck fool! And maybe that’s not so bad. Well, at least I have the mutt’s approval. He climbs down from the couch and settles closer to the heat.
I get back to our tiny kitchen and start the coffee machine, before spreading the contents of the bags on the table. The tiny bread loafs are still hot, so I leave them in their paper bag and wrap the whole thing in the newspaper, to keep them warm. I know how much you like that.
I set out to make the waffle mixture, as quietly as one can when mixing the ingredients in this white glass bowl. The iron is already heating on the counter behind me and the coffee is brewing. I wonder if I’m going to have to wake you. After all, you wouldn’t want all my hard work and great food go to waste, would you?
Then again, I suppose I gave you plenty of reasons to be tired. I feel a blush rise to my cheeks when I think back, and a heat pools in my groin when remember the feel of you under me.
As the smell of coffee slowly spreads through the cottage, I slice thin stripes of cheese and place them on a plate, next to the fries. My stomach grumbles and I remember I’m still hungry, and pick one of the fries, munching on it as I move on to the fruit. Nothing too fancy. Oranges that I peal and pile on a bowl, and strawberries. Little red strawberries that cost about their weight in gold, just because they are so out of season. But I know you love them, so I couldn’t resist. Besides, our first time… we’d just had strawberries.
I turn around to face the sink and wash them under the running water, plucking out the leafy end with the kitchen knife.
It was in a hotel room, not even one of the best we’ve ever stayed in, but we had a double room, one hundred TV channels, room service and beds wide enough to fit two. We were set and glad the storm delayed our flight until the next day.
We’d been watching reruns of old Noddy episodes, making fun of the stuff we used to watch when we were toddlers. It was getting late, but neither you nor I had any dinner. We looked over the menu and honestly couldn’t imagine ourselves eating roasted sausages or some unpronounceable fish with vegetables. Strawberries, that’s what you wanted and obviously I went along.
While I called for room service you went rummaging through your suitcase, looking for a change of clothes before taking a shower.
By the time I had the bowl of strawberries swimming it sweet cream, you were sitting on the bed, wearing a bath robe and still with no shower.
Your hair was messy with hairspray leftovers and there were still dark lines circling your eyes. I came to you, and you slid to the side to make space for me on the bed. There we sat for a long time, feeding each other strawberries covered in cream. They were nearly finished when you took my fingers in your mouth, licking away little droplets of cream, sucking, and working your tongue around my digits, eyeing me through those half lidded eyes. You were driving me insane and quite aware of it. You made me groan as the blood flowed to my cock.
Your mouth was still on my fingers when you discarded the fruit bowl to the bedside table, and brought your hands to my body, sliding under my clothes and palming my nipples. So good… I don’t even remember getting rid of my clothes, but I was there, naked, on the bed with you and begging you cast off that fluffy white hotel robe. I rolled over, over to be on you, hovering over your body as I untied your belt and pried open the layer of fabric keeping you from me. You brought your lips to mine, your tongue in my mouth and your hands gripping my shoulders.
Soon, my body was pressing down on you completely, our sexes rubbing deliciously together as I savored the cream still in your mouth. I thrust harder against you and you gasped, grabbing me so tight that you left marks on my skin. It was scorching heat between us. I let you suck on my fingers again and then took them to circle your most intimate spot. It was so hot when you just spread your legs wider and gave me all the access I needed. Your burning desire matched mine.
You were whimpering, mewling, thrusting against me as I massaged over your entrance. You were getting desperate. So was I, but teasing you, feeling you strung so tight under me was intoxicating.
“Do it!” It was only a whisper but my body shuddered over you and my finger sank in. You moaned and stilled beneath me just long enough to adjust to the feel of being penetrated. Then you were begging for more.
It felt like forever that we were like that, moving together, that exquisite friction of your cock on mine and my fingers exploring the depths of your velvety insides. It was probably just a few moments. But either way I wanted more. I needed more. I was exploding with the desire to be buried in your body to the hilt, to come deep inside you.
I must have touched a special place within you, because you nearly screamed. Then, you were murmuring sweet encouragements and sliding your hand down to find my cock. I stopped you, pulling my fingers from your body and taking hold of your hand.
You were nearly pouting when I pulled back to look at you. Looking so fucking hot with sweat smearing you makeup and your cheeks flushed under your darkened eyes. I kissed your lips, once, twice, I don’t know how many times. Letting go of your hand, I held my cock and nudged your entrance, looking at you for permission to cross yet another line. To melt us even closer together. You nodded.
It was hard. I can’t believe how hard it was to get in you that first time. I was trembling, trying so hard not to come undone in your vicious grip. You were crying, sobbing with pain and pulling me closer and begging for more.
It was over quickly. I know you were in pain, though you never admitted it to me, but you were smiling through those tears, holding me closer, glowing in your happiness and whispering the sweetest endearments in my ears before we both drifted into sleep. Worn out, sated, content.
The showers were left for the next morning.
I think I’m daydreaming too much because I sink the knife into my finger tip. I drop it in the sink and curse, letting the running water wash away two drops of blood.
I look over my shoulder, but fortunately you are still sleeping. I think you can sleep trough an earthquake.
I finish the waffles and pile the food into a tray that I carry carefully across the living area and to the little bedroom. I place it over the duvet and sit next to you, with my back against the headboard. “Wake up, sleepy.”
I pull the covers down slowly and expose you slightly, kissing your shoulder as it come into view. “Wake up.” My fingers push your hair away from your face and I lean down to kiss your lips. When I pull back, your eyes are opening, slowly blinking away sleep.
You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen when you say something like “G’moni” and yawn at the same time, pushing your arms out from under the covers and stretching out your long elegant body before snuggling back inside again.
I can’t help but smile dumbly at you. “I’ve made breakfast.”
Your eyes light up and you seat yourself against the pillows, pulling my worn shirt over your head. You wince a little, obviously your lower body still achy from last night, and at that I feel both shame and pride.
You seem surprised at the feast I’ve prepared, but dig in immediately, mixing hot coffee with french fries and fresh bread. I know what you like. “You’ve been busy,” you say through a mouth full, as you reach for a waffle, covered in syrup.
The dog soon joins us on the bed and is eating cheese strips that you feed him.
Outside, the sun is really high when we finish our breakfast. You finally get up and head for the shower, while me and Glitch - that’s the mutt’s new name - sprawl on the bed and munch on the remnants of the meal.
When you return, your hair is falling damp on your shoulders and you’re wearing nothing but a white towel. You smell of soap and shampoo, and always still of you.
You come around the bed and lean over me, lowering your lids slowly, as your lips connect to mine. I’m delving into your mouth when you drop the towel and settle down, straddling me. You pull back and smile, running a finger over your own swollen lip, and say “You taste of strawberries.”
It’s going to be a good day…
NC17 - M/M sex, twincest, still not beta read, repost
BREAKFAST IN BED - NC17
(written for TH fandom)
I think it’s actually more the grumble in my stomach than the patting of puppy feet, back and forth around the bed, that wakes me from my sleep. There is plenty of light coming through the living area window, which apparently we forgot to close, so it is obviously already day. I don’t know what time it is, but I really doubt it’s still morning. To be honest, I don’t much care. It’s time to wake up with your warm body wrapped up around mine, your head leaning on my shoulder as I hold you near. You are so close I can smell the air you breathe, feel the length of your skin pressed up against me, sweet and inviting.
I look at you now, hair undone and face wiped of all those unnatural embellishments, and you never looked lovelier. And just mine. No one else sees you like this, no one else has you like this - ever. I feel possessive and pull you closer, maybe a little too hard because you stir in your sleep. I ease up a little and you mumble something alike my name and settle again, after scratching your thigh and then wrapping it further around my legs.
So innocent and so sinful, you are everything one could wish for. Everything I wish for - and mine.
It took us long enough to realize, long enough to get where we are. We’ve changed so much…
But if I think back, it’s been years of wooing, courting and longing. Years of flirting and going around in circles, finding our way back to each other. Always.
I think we both tried to steer away from this path we inevitably ended up on. Maybe even me more than you. Yes. You’re always more sure of what you want than I am. More fearless to follow your dreams too.
I push a strand of black hair back, so I can better see that exquisite face of yours, cheeks still flushed from the heat of our night. I kiss your tender lips and you sigh contented.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. And I tried to keep away, to sink myself into meaningless flings with girls who have left no mark on my heart. I’m left even without their names. They were not important. Who I’ve always wanted was the one I thought I could not have, the one too close and still out of reach. The one I denied even to my heart that I desired.
I tried to stay away, I really did. You… I think you were just waiting for me. Waiting that I’d see this is just one more way you can complete me. I just thought I wanted you to move on, to find your way to someone else, and give our bond a little slack.
I think I can pinpoint the exact time it clicked in my head. When I realized we were heading in the wrong direction, and it was just the time I feared you were tired of waiting.
“Get your filthy hands off him!” I remember it so clearly, the way I shouted to that guy who was getting too friendly with you. They all looked at me, all those people in that industry party or whatever that was, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I saw you get up, pick your purse and let that man carry your jacket and rest a hand around your lower back, and begin to guide you out of that crowded, smoke filled room.
I don’t think I was ever so angry, or so afraid. Afraid of the look on your face that told me you had decided it was time to go along and dip your toes in the unknown waters, instead of waiting for me on the shore.
I can see it in my head, just as clearly as I see the walls in this room, the arch leading to the living area or the tiny kitchen beyond. As clearly as I see your hand lying on my chest, drawing tiny little circles now and then, even as you sleep.
On that night, you turned around in that man’s hold and looked back at me with confusion on your face, not knowing how to react. It’s a blessing you did nothing, really. I can’t imagine how things would have played out if you’d shouted back or argued with me. Like this, you just stood there, staring at me, and then followed me as I yanked you away from him and dragged you out of the room and back to our hotel, leaving the bodyguards and the rest of our crew to settle the mess behind us. I think everyone thought we were just a little too drunk.
You and I knew better. It was a turning point then. A landmark on our history. We didn’t have to talk about it; we felt it, our unspoken agreement that we’d love each other just one notch higher.
And that night, when I joined you in your bed, you said nothing. It was just one of those things we did, that society says we should have grown out of but we never did. Still, you pulled me closer, so we could feel each other’s warmth from head to toe. It felt right. And you smiled at me, brought your face to mine and kissed me goodnight. A peck on the lips that scorched me to the core. Then you closed your eyes and quickly drifted to sleep, with your fingers tightened around the fabric of my pajama shirt.
That was over two years ago, and has led us to this bliss. I want to stay in here with you forever, but my bladder has other ideas, and I think the little mutt knows exactly how I feel.
Regretfully, I disentangle myself from you, leaving my worn t-shirt in my place, to keep you company.
I run off to the bathroom, the only division in this cottage that is graced with a door, and do my business before taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth.
As soon as I step out, the little mutt that followed us home yesterday starts whimpering and scratching at the front door. I try to hush him as I dress quickly, a couple of layers of sweatpants and sweaters because I know it’s cold outside. The little white fur ball is running around me, getting under my feet as I go through the mess of popcorn, chips and candy wrappers we left on the coffee table last night, until I find my wallet and keys. I manage to get them out without knocking over the empty coke cans and I head for the door, pulling on my boots and coat before letting us both out.
There really isn’t much in this tiny village, tucked away on the end of winding mountain roads, but I still hope to find a place where I can buy us some food, drink and smokes. That and the DVD collecting you dragged along with us, should have us set for our secret vacation. Well, that and the bottle of lotion you bought at the service station on the way, I remember, and I hope I don’t look as red as I feel.
I walk slowly down the road, and in five minutes I enter what appears to be the only real street in this place. Little houses stretch on my right and left, a few shops, mostly family homes, and on the far end I can already see the picturesque church and the elementary school, which I heard has only 5 pupils.
Behind me, the little mutt trots along happily. If he’s still following me when I get back to the cottage, I imagine he’s returning home with us.
In the store, I buy cigarettes, a tiny cereal bar that I swallow immediately, flower and backing powder, vanilla and spaghetti, and canned tomatoes and a few more things I’ll need to feed us both and the mutt for the next couple of days. I’m almost done, after asking the nice lady behind the counter for dog food, when my eyes drift over the candy shelf and find a packet of tiny colored sugar almonds which, according to the blue lettering printed on the package, are filled with liquor. I instantly take two large bags and place them on the counter, finding myself licking my lips when my brain thinks of that special memory.
Our first kiss was on account of a liquored almond, our first real, tongues and all kiss. Well, maybe the almond was just the excuse. I don’t really know what we were doing, or how you ended up on my lap, on the couch at our aunt’s house, me plopping the last almond in my mouth and bragging about it, you pouting for a moment, before you made your decision.
It was split second before your hands were on the sides of my face and your mouth was on mine, your tongue licking your way into my lips until it slipped inside and stole the sweet from me. I didn’t mind because you were so much sweeter, as I soon realized when you lingered inside, exploring every little corner of my mouth. And when you finally pulled back, I followed, wanting to feel my lips back on yours.
The shop lady brings me back to the present when she asks me if I would need anything else.
We go back outside, me and the dog, and we walk along the street a little further, so we both get our exercise. My mind though, still lingers back on the feel of your tongue on mine, on your taste. That kiss was another step in our relation, one more thread holding us together. From then on, it became a part of our days and nights, the kissing. We’d just try to find some time alone, either a few minutes behind a stage door, or hours in a hotel room, wrapped in each other on the same bed.
I love the way you let me just lie on you, thread my fingers in your silky hair and just kiss you. Taste you, feel you. You close you eyes and whimper and moan as you surrender totally to me.
Soon enough the kisses led us to more intimate caresses. Your hand sliding over my clothes and bringing me pleasure, while you rubbed yourself against my leg.
It was less than a year ago that we climbed another step. We had a fight. It sounds silly, really. A jealous bout of lovers. It was about that girl, Sandra or Sara or whatever her name was. A fan girl, one of those that follow us from one town to the next, from one show to the next. But she was nice, not too pushy. And definitely pretty. Hazel eyes and long soft brown hair, beautiful hands and, well, other endowments. I think it was at a hotel bar, that she finally gathered the never to come up and talk to us - to you. You got along, chatted amicably and I felt this anger building inside. I know it was stupid, looking back. You and she could have been friends, nothing more. All else you reserve to me. But at that time I saw red when I asked you to come with me back to the room, and you said you wanted to stay and chat with her longer. I hated her. And when they called you away to a phone interview I made my move. You’d told the girl that you’d come back and we could all have dinner together, but I had other plans. As soon as you were out of sight I lured her to the restrooms and banged her right there against the wall, ditching her later with one of those lines I’d heard old rock stars use to get rid of girls once they are done with them.
When you came back I was smoking my third cigarette and she was gone. And I think I wanted to make you mad, I wanted to hurt you because you hurt me by making me jealous, so I told you the truth. It was disbelief and anger I saw in your eyes then. And I regretted it instantly. Since that day I work hard to never let you down again.
Back then, it was a long two days and nights before you started even talking to me, another week before you let me return to your bed. It was then that I forsake all others. No more random flings and one night stands. I didn’t have to tell you, you just knew. And after that night you let me return to your bed, when we showered together in the morning, you stood there, completely naked, with your body so close to mine, and the water running down on us both. You looked at me so serious that for a moment I feared you were still mad. But no, you leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said “You never need to doubt that I’m all yours. And I’m glad you’re all mine now,” and then you just reached for the soap.
I can’t explain why, but to me that was a sign to take us further. I kissed you deeply, pushed you against the tiled wall. But that wasn’t enough, never enough. I let my hands run down your wet body, rubbing against your arms first and then going lower. I felt you tremble but it could not be from the cold because the water was scalding against us. Your arms came up to wrap around my shoulders, my neck, and you deepened our kiss, barely giving us space to breathe. I felt you harden against my body and I don’t know how I gathered the nerve, but I just wrapped my hand around your cock and stroked you slowly. You gasped, eyes open wide and pulling back from me for an instant, but I pressed further into you, one hand stroking you and the other coming to rest on the small of your back as I kissed you again, swallowing your whimpers. It was gentle and tentative at first, but it was easy finding what you desired, pumping harder, squeezing and releasing, running my thumb over your slit. You held onto me for support, the kissing become sloppier as I sped up my rhythm and you chased your orgasm. You were close, so close. I kept stroking you while my other hand slid further down and explored the tiny area I’d found myself fantasizing about. My fingers circled your hole and I felt your legs tremble harder. When a fingertip just barely pushed inside, it was enough to drive you over the edge. You came undone in my hands, so lovely as you tumbled over the edge.
We stayed there, locked against each other until you came down from your high. You looked at me, blinking away drops of hot water, and slowly slid down on your knees before me. I could barely register what was happening until your lips were locked around my cock, your tongue drawing circles around my hard flesh.
I was moaning and my hands dropped down to tangle in your wet hair. It was pleasure like I’d never felt before. All those nameless girls did not even come close to the feeling you brought me with your mouth. You sucked me as deep as you could, which was quite a lot considering this was your first time having a cock in your mouth, and pressed that tongue piercing in just the right places. It was embassingly fast how I emptied myself down your throat, enthralled as I watched you swallow it all, and then stand back up and kiss me, letting me taste myself in your mouth. It was then the first time you plainly said “I love you.”
The dog barks at something and when I realize, we are at the end of the street, by the little restaurant, if you could call it that, which is the last house before the church and the school. I overhear some conversations and realize it’s just past lunch hour. Luckily enough, that means I can probably buy some yummies for you.
When I leave the place, I’m packing a box of french fries, fresh fruit and newly backed bread. I also scored some whipped cream and a free LIDL newspaper. The mutt got a cookie on the house. We make our way back.
I unlock the door carefully, trying not to make too much noise as I let myself into the cottage. Me and the two large shopping bags, and the newspaper, and the one who’s apparently our new mutt. It’s a small place the one we rented, and the room you’re sleeping in is just across the arch on my right. I don’t want to wake you.
The dog settles up on the two seat couch, by the fireplace, as I put the bags up on the tiled top of the kitchen table. After getting rid of my boots and coat, I cross the living area, enjoying the feel of the thick carpet under my socked feet Carefully, I pad my way over to you.
The room feels warm and still smells of us and sex. I find myself smirking, because you are in the same position I left you. Wrapped up under the thick white duvet, with a mess of back hair fanned over the pillows and your face. Your breathing is deep and slowly rhythmed, and I’m sure you are still in the land of dreams. For a moment, I’m tempted to lose my all my clothes right there to the floor and slide under the covers with you. To feel my hands over your soft skin and run my fingers through those black tresses.
But I’ve already made other plans. I struggle with my heart and other lower regions to manage to drag myself away from our bed and you, and return to the living area, where I quickly resurrect the flames in the fireplace. It’s not really cold in the cottage, but the crackling sound and dancing shadows make everything more cozy and romantic, don’t they? Damn, I sound like a lovestruck fool! And maybe that’s not so bad. Well, at least I have the mutt’s approval. He climbs down from the couch and settles closer to the heat.
I get back to our tiny kitchen and start the coffee machine, before spreading the contents of the bags on the table. The tiny bread loafs are still hot, so I leave them in their paper bag and wrap the whole thing in the newspaper, to keep them warm. I know how much you like that.
I set out to make the waffle mixture, as quietly as one can when mixing the ingredients in this white glass bowl. The iron is already heating on the counter behind me and the coffee is brewing. I wonder if I’m going to have to wake you. After all, you wouldn’t want all my hard work and great food go to waste, would you?
Then again, I suppose I gave you plenty of reasons to be tired. I feel a blush rise to my cheeks when I think back, and a heat pools in my groin when remember the feel of you under me.
As the smell of coffee slowly spreads through the cottage, I slice thin stripes of cheese and place them on a plate, next to the fries. My stomach grumbles and I remember I’m still hungry, and pick one of the fries, munching on it as I move on to the fruit. Nothing too fancy. Oranges that I peal and pile on a bowl, and strawberries. Little red strawberries that cost about their weight in gold, just because they are so out of season. But I know you love them, so I couldn’t resist. Besides, our first time… we’d just had strawberries.
I turn around to face the sink and wash them under the running water, plucking out the leafy end with the kitchen knife.
It was in a hotel room, not even one of the best we’ve ever stayed in, but we had a double room, one hundred TV channels, room service and beds wide enough to fit two. We were set and glad the storm delayed our flight until the next day.
We’d been watching reruns of old Noddy episodes, making fun of the stuff we used to watch when we were toddlers. It was getting late, but neither you nor I had any dinner. We looked over the menu and honestly couldn’t imagine ourselves eating roasted sausages or some unpronounceable fish with vegetables. Strawberries, that’s what you wanted and obviously I went along.
While I called for room service you went rummaging through your suitcase, looking for a change of clothes before taking a shower.
By the time I had the bowl of strawberries swimming it sweet cream, you were sitting on the bed, wearing a bath robe and still with no shower.
Your hair was messy with hairspray leftovers and there were still dark lines circling your eyes. I came to you, and you slid to the side to make space for me on the bed. There we sat for a long time, feeding each other strawberries covered in cream. They were nearly finished when you took my fingers in your mouth, licking away little droplets of cream, sucking, and working your tongue around my digits, eyeing me through those half lidded eyes. You were driving me insane and quite aware of it. You made me groan as the blood flowed to my cock.
Your mouth was still on my fingers when you discarded the fruit bowl to the bedside table, and brought your hands to my body, sliding under my clothes and palming my nipples. So good… I don’t even remember getting rid of my clothes, but I was there, naked, on the bed with you and begging you cast off that fluffy white hotel robe. I rolled over, over to be on you, hovering over your body as I untied your belt and pried open the layer of fabric keeping you from me. You brought your lips to mine, your tongue in my mouth and your hands gripping my shoulders.
Soon, my body was pressing down on you completely, our sexes rubbing deliciously together as I savored the cream still in your mouth. I thrust harder against you and you gasped, grabbing me so tight that you left marks on my skin. It was scorching heat between us. I let you suck on my fingers again and then took them to circle your most intimate spot. It was so hot when you just spread your legs wider and gave me all the access I needed. Your burning desire matched mine.
You were whimpering, mewling, thrusting against me as I massaged over your entrance. You were getting desperate. So was I, but teasing you, feeling you strung so tight under me was intoxicating.
“Do it!” It was only a whisper but my body shuddered over you and my finger sank in. You moaned and stilled beneath me just long enough to adjust to the feel of being penetrated. Then you were begging for more.
It felt like forever that we were like that, moving together, that exquisite friction of your cock on mine and my fingers exploring the depths of your velvety insides. It was probably just a few moments. But either way I wanted more. I needed more. I was exploding with the desire to be buried in your body to the hilt, to come deep inside you.
I must have touched a special place within you, because you nearly screamed. Then, you were murmuring sweet encouragements and sliding your hand down to find my cock. I stopped you, pulling my fingers from your body and taking hold of your hand.
You were nearly pouting when I pulled back to look at you. Looking so fucking hot with sweat smearing you makeup and your cheeks flushed under your darkened eyes. I kissed your lips, once, twice, I don’t know how many times. Letting go of your hand, I held my cock and nudged your entrance, looking at you for permission to cross yet another line. To melt us even closer together. You nodded.
It was hard. I can’t believe how hard it was to get in you that first time. I was trembling, trying so hard not to come undone in your vicious grip. You were crying, sobbing with pain and pulling me closer and begging for more.
It was over quickly. I know you were in pain, though you never admitted it to me, but you were smiling through those tears, holding me closer, glowing in your happiness and whispering the sweetest endearments in my ears before we both drifted into sleep. Worn out, sated, content.
The showers were left for the next morning.
I think I’m daydreaming too much because I sink the knife into my finger tip. I drop it in the sink and curse, letting the running water wash away two drops of blood.
I look over my shoulder, but fortunately you are still sleeping. I think you can sleep trough an earthquake.
I finish the waffles and pile the food into a tray that I carry carefully across the living area and to the little bedroom. I place it over the duvet and sit next to you, with my back against the headboard. “Wake up, sleepy.”
I pull the covers down slowly and expose you slightly, kissing your shoulder as it come into view. “Wake up.” My fingers push your hair away from your face and I lean down to kiss your lips. When I pull back, your eyes are opening, slowly blinking away sleep.
You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen when you say something like “G’moni” and yawn at the same time, pushing your arms out from under the covers and stretching out your long elegant body before snuggling back inside again.
I can’t help but smile dumbly at you. “I’ve made breakfast.”
Your eyes light up and you seat yourself against the pillows, pulling my worn shirt over your head. You wince a little, obviously your lower body still achy from last night, and at that I feel both shame and pride.
You seem surprised at the feast I’ve prepared, but dig in immediately, mixing hot coffee with french fries and fresh bread. I know what you like. “You’ve been busy,” you say through a mouth full, as you reach for a waffle, covered in syrup.
The dog soon joins us on the bed and is eating cheese strips that you feed him.
Outside, the sun is really high when we finish our breakfast. You finally get up and head for the shower, while me and Glitch - that’s the mutt’s new name - sprawl on the bed and munch on the remnants of the meal.
When you return, your hair is falling damp on your shoulders and you’re wearing nothing but a white towel. You smell of soap and shampoo, and always still of you.
You come around the bed and lean over me, lowering your lids slowly, as your lips connect to mine. I’m delving into your mouth when you drop the towel and settle down, straddling me. You pull back and smile, running a finger over your own swollen lip, and say “You taste of strawberries.”
It’s going to be a good day…