Baby steps ∽『boy ✮ boy -EDITED

Thirtieth👣 -edited

Carter’s birthday came just around the corner. So did the next stage of mine and Carter’s relationship. 

After Simon’s confession nothing remarkable happened. We entered a new year, college started again, and the football team was waiting for the last championship of the season. One thing that changed though was that I became a little more sociable. I was still shot-tempered and rude with anyone new, but at least now I was in better weathers with my teammates. I was also wearier of Jason, but he never tried to confront me directly. I can’t deny I acted intimidating towards people outside my comfort zone.

Anyways, back to Carter’s birthday. His dads decided to visit their relatives in Australia a week ago, but Carter’s aunt gave birth thus they extended their visit with a few days. So my boyfriend invited me to spend his birthday with him... only him. Knowing that we’ll have the whole house for ourselves, and that Carter was the one to take initiative in our relationship most of the time, I decided to surprise him.

So, after we finished celebrating, I sat on the edge of the bed and made sure Carter was busy undressing so he wouldn’t see me grab my bag. Inside I had hidden the bell he gave me as present on Christmas. I took it out and after I pushed my bag back under the bed, I sat myself more comfortable on the mattress and rang the red object twice. Carter stopped with his T-shirt slid halfway down his torso and painfully tilted his head backwards. When he saw the bell in my hand, his eyes widened and he rushed to get dressed faster... even though we both knew the clothes will just get in the way later. Then he turned around and looked at me in disbelief. His eyes lowered to the bell then back to my face, his own face breaking into a smile when I rang the red thing again.

Faster than the lighting striking the ground, Carter moved in front of me, stopping his wheelchair right between my legs. I placed the bell on the nightstand and then stood up, lowering myself in Carter’s lap.

 “Are you sur-“He started, but I closed my hand gently around his neck and dove into a famished kiss. The nervousness of kissing Carter was all gone. We kissed so much these last few weeks, our lips felt almost foreign without each other.

Carter sighed and returned my gesture with as much hunger, our tongues wrestling sweetly in a combat of dominance. Dominance that I wilfully yielded when Carter’s hands travelled down my backside.

Carter had a weird obsession with my butt. He would rest his head on it while he played on his PS5 or he would slap it every given chance, commenting how jiggly it was. Whenever we kissed in bed, he’d like to lift my leg over his waist in order to have more access to touch my behind... and I would lie if I said I didn’t like to play with his too.

Two days ago we were both snuggled in bed while his parents were away for work. Carter was lying on his stomach, searching a movie on his laptop while I rested my head on his perked bottom. I don’t know what got into me that day, but I started to kneed one of his cheeks in my palm while I planted soft bites on the other through his jeans. I didn’t expect Carter to react and I definitely didn’t expect him to moan my name.

“Ryder...” his voice came out huskily and I felt my stomach do flip flops.

“Yeah?” I responded teasingly, pulling Carter’s shorts a bit lower down his waist so I could kiss his naked skin.

Carter tried to turn on his back, but I forced my hand on his hip, keeping him still.

“Lemme have some fun. You touch my butt all the time.” I said, kissing up Carter’s lower back and then down one of his cheeks.