Living for the weekend
Title: 16 - Living for the weekend
Author:
littlesumo
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kelly/Nando
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true.
A/N: Certainly not the best I've written.
Experimenting with my writing style. This is from alternating POVs and I hope it's clear.
It was just a dare.
Your eyes were full of expectation, even underneath the blush and hesitancy.
I had laughed. After all, it was just a stupid dare.
It wouldn't be the first time a senior player had to suffer through the tomfoolery of the youngsters. And I didn't mind.
It wasn't much more than a press of lips. It didn't mean more than me kissing my grandma on the cheek.
Your lips were already slightly parted before I let my tongue slip out, lightly tracing your bottom lip before I let it slip inside your mouth. You didn't resist.
The others jeered and whistled and I didn't know what they were expecting.
I could pinpoint the exact moment something suddenly changed, because you kissed back and your fingers brushed over my hip in the lightest of touches.
The unwillingness to break apart surprised me. His fingers wandered under my shirt, over my stomach, soft as nothing and in that moment I didn't know what I was thinking or feeling.
I could feel you holding back any noises you may have wanted to make and the others still standing in the doorway and watching certainly didn't help.
His eyes never left mine when he pulled back, walked backwards step by step and closed the door in the others' faces.
And then it stopped being a game, a dare, tomfoolery. You were still so young and I don't think you had ever entertained the thought of another man, but you had always been nothing if not eager.
I must admit that the thought of him was daunting. The experience rumour said he had. The way he treated people, always as if they were the only thing that held his attention in that very moment. Yes, it was daunting.
You were still so very young, and I didn't want to scare you away. You had been roped into this by a dare, but it was your free will to take it further. That didn't mean you weren't scared.
There was a plush couch in his room, not the most beautiful thing, but it has stayed in my memory. Mostly because I tried very hard not to look at the bed. He sat us down and went back to kissing.
Kissing you were comfortable with at least. And you also were good at it, you must have got quite a bit of practice. Not surprising for a gorgeous boy like yourself.
I liked kissing and I liked kissing him. It was so very good and I got into it easily, letting the taste and feel of his tongue take over my senses. He didn't let me forget that indeed it was him I was kissing, even though my eyes had long since closed. He placed one of my hands on his chest, before placing one of his on my knee and wrapping the other around my neck.
You were really getting into it. I could tell by the way your breathing sped up and your skin ignited. But when your hand wandered further south, I stopped you. The 'no' was quiet, softened further by my accent, but still it reverberated inside the room. The first word spoken between us since I opened then door to you and your friends.
It was unexpected, him gently taking hold of my wrist and pulling it away from his crotch. I had thought he'd want to, would want to take it further than kissing, further than stupid teenagers went. But I was still that, a stupid teenager and not what he wanted.
I smiled at you and suddenly you looked so very nervous. You probably expected me to send you away, but my mind was far from that.
I don't know why he kept me there, I wanted him to just let me leave. The situation was embarrassing enough without him smiling at me so sympatheticly.
"There's no need to rush, we have all the time in the world. This is only between you and me. If you want."
I wasn't sure I understood what he was saying. Was he offering what I thought he was? It couldn't be. And yet he leaned forward again, smile still in place and it was just a gentle press of lips on lips, but even I could understand that it meant more.
You were surprised. Baffled. And yet I could see the same eagerness shining through again when we broke apart. Your eyes were big and shining and I had to laugh and you used the chance to kiss me again, pushing your tongue into my mouth, exploring.
The second I kissed him again, I knew I was fucked. I wanted him and against all odds he had decided that he wanted me too. Against all odds I wouldn't go back to the guys, pretending that that kiss had been nothing but a dare, but hurting inside. I would go back, pretending it had been just a dare, knowing it was more.
"I want."
Author:
littlesumo
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kelly/Nando
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true.
A/N: Certainly not the best I've written.
Experimenting with my writing style. This is from alternating POVs and I hope it's clear.
It was just a dare.
Your eyes were full of expectation, even underneath the blush and hesitancy.
I had laughed. After all, it was just a stupid dare.
It wouldn't be the first time a senior player had to suffer through the tomfoolery of the youngsters. And I didn't mind.
It wasn't much more than a press of lips. It didn't mean more than me kissing my grandma on the cheek.
Your lips were already slightly parted before I let my tongue slip out, lightly tracing your bottom lip before I let it slip inside your mouth. You didn't resist.
The others jeered and whistled and I didn't know what they were expecting.
I could pinpoint the exact moment something suddenly changed, because you kissed back and your fingers brushed over my hip in the lightest of touches.
The unwillingness to break apart surprised me. His fingers wandered under my shirt, over my stomach, soft as nothing and in that moment I didn't know what I was thinking or feeling.
I could feel you holding back any noises you may have wanted to make and the others still standing in the doorway and watching certainly didn't help.
His eyes never left mine when he pulled back, walked backwards step by step and closed the door in the others' faces.
And then it stopped being a game, a dare, tomfoolery. You were still so young and I don't think you had ever entertained the thought of another man, but you had always been nothing if not eager.
I must admit that the thought of him was daunting. The experience rumour said he had. The way he treated people, always as if they were the only thing that held his attention in that very moment. Yes, it was daunting.
You were still so very young, and I didn't want to scare you away. You had been roped into this by a dare, but it was your free will to take it further. That didn't mean you weren't scared.
There was a plush couch in his room, not the most beautiful thing, but it has stayed in my memory. Mostly because I tried very hard not to look at the bed. He sat us down and went back to kissing.
Kissing you were comfortable with at least. And you also were good at it, you must have got quite a bit of practice. Not surprising for a gorgeous boy like yourself.
I liked kissing and I liked kissing him. It was so very good and I got into it easily, letting the taste and feel of his tongue take over my senses. He didn't let me forget that indeed it was him I was kissing, even though my eyes had long since closed. He placed one of my hands on his chest, before placing one of his on my knee and wrapping the other around my neck.
You were really getting into it. I could tell by the way your breathing sped up and your skin ignited. But when your hand wandered further south, I stopped you. The 'no' was quiet, softened further by my accent, but still it reverberated inside the room. The first word spoken between us since I opened then door to you and your friends.
It was unexpected, him gently taking hold of my wrist and pulling it away from his crotch. I had thought he'd want to, would want to take it further than kissing, further than stupid teenagers went. But I was still that, a stupid teenager and not what he wanted.
I smiled at you and suddenly you looked so very nervous. You probably expected me to send you away, but my mind was far from that.
I don't know why he kept me there, I wanted him to just let me leave. The situation was embarrassing enough without him smiling at me so sympatheticly.
"There's no need to rush, we have all the time in the world. This is only between you and me. If you want."
I wasn't sure I understood what he was saying. Was he offering what I thought he was? It couldn't be. And yet he leaned forward again, smile still in place and it was just a gentle press of lips on lips, but even I could understand that it meant more.
You were surprised. Baffled. And yet I could see the same eagerness shining through again when we broke apart. Your eyes were big and shining and I had to laugh and you used the chance to kiss me again, pushing your tongue into my mouth, exploring.
The second I kissed him again, I knew I was fucked. I wanted him and against all odds he had decided that he wanted me too. Against all odds I wouldn't go back to the guys, pretending that that kiss had been nothing but a dare, but hurting inside. I would go back, pretending it had been just a dare, knowing it was more.
"I want."