Secrets (BxB) ✅

28: birthday celebration

A/N: my city is in COVID lockdown right now AND there's a bushfire nearby too. So life's great... NOT. But at least it means I have time to write for you guys. 🙃

Happy Birthday Zedd! 🥳

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Mitch

Sun sneaked around the edges of the curtains and for a second I forgot where I was, warm and comfortable. I became aware of the arm slung around my waist, the steady expansion of the ribcage pressed against mine, and soft breaths that caressed my bare chest. I smiled to myself, my eyes semi closed. There was nothing better than waking up in the arms of the person I loved. I forced my eyes open and took in the sleeping shape of Zedd, snuggled up against my side, an arm and leg slung haphazardly over me, our legs tangled together. His brown hair was a mess and I wanted desperately to run my hands through it but I didn't want to wake him up just yet. I liked watching him sleep, his face relaxed and making him look more youthful and innocent, the way his pink lips were slightly parted which made it hard for me to restrain from kissing them.

Also, sleeping Zedd was very cuddly. It was very funny. When he first let me sleep over, he grumbled the whole time we were getting into bed and made sure I wasn't touching him. But when morning came, I found him on top of me on my side of the bed. Since then, the rare times my mother didn't have a night shift and I was able to come sleep over at Zedd's, he would let me hold him as we fell asleep, at the one condition that we never verbalised it. The reality was, Zeddy was a big teddy bear that had lacked affection his entire life and refused to ask for it.

It had been a week since Sammy had arrived. It had been two weeks since Zedd had left hospital, two weeks since he asked me to touch him, fully sober and aware of the consequences. Watching his face as I touched him, as I touched myself, and as he fell over the edge into ecstasy, made it worth the wait. Since then, however distant he was in public (which I understood however much I hated it), he made up for in private. It seemed that letting himself have that first experience broke a dam of restrained lust in his mind and since then he can't keep his hands to himself.

The truth was, I was the same. I had watched him and wanted him from afar for so long, now I was indulging in owning him, making his body and soul all mine, and ensuring he knew that. I worshipped his body until he was begging for me - there was nothing sexier in the entire world then Zedd moaning my name and pleading for me to touch him more here or there and make him cum. Just thinking about it now was making me feel hotter and making my morning wood grow thicker in my tracksuit pants. I had ridden him (I can still remember the feeling fuck) but he had not received yet because, as I had told Zedd, I wanted to take things slow with him and wait until his ribs were fully healed. They pretty much were now, but I didn't want Zedd to feel under pressure to provide me with his ass until he was ready. He'd had my fingers inside him before, but I knew he was scared of fitting my dick inside him.

Today was his birthday, and while I had a present to give him in front of the others, I had every intention to give him his real present tonight, making him cum until he could no more. I shifted slightly, trying to move so that my morning wood wasn't pressing against Zedd's thigh, but he whined and snuggled closer to me. I sighed and chuckled slightly. He was such a snuggler, it was adorable.

"Zedd," I murmured, gently brushing his hair off his brow, "Wakey wakey."

"Lemme sleep," Zedd croaked out.

His husky morning voice did nothing to help my wood go away. I bit my lip. Afterall, I had planned a birthday night, but who would be against a birthday day. Smirking to myself at the idea that formed in my head, I slid my hand down over Zedd's bare ribs before finding his clothed thigh and rubbing circles on it. He wriggled slightly in my grip and I inhaled sharply as he inadvertently rubbed his thigh against my boner.