Lachambers- Forbidden

6

Chris couldn't have felt more relieved when he spotted a familiar little outline of a boy walking up the hill he had been waiting at for a half hour or so.

"I really thought you ditched me for a second, Lachance." Chris said while watching Gordie attempt to catch his breath.

"Can't you... say hi....like a normal person?" Gordie panted, leaning against the large oak tree Chris was sitting against for support.

"Nope." Chris smiled. He grabbed Gordie's wrist and pulled him down on top of his chest.

He kissed Gordie for what seemed like hours. It was less hesitant than their first kiss, both boys eager to finally have some alone time that wasn't particularly risky or limited to the other's responsibilities.

Chris's hand slid from Gordie's wrist down to his hip, gently rubbing small circles with his thumb. Gordie's legs straddled Chris's middle as his tongue ran over his bottom lip.
Chris's chest was warm despite his fingertips feeling icy cold. Goosebumps had pricked up across Gordie's skin where Chris had slid his hands up his shirt, touching every inch of the brunette he could reach. Gordie's cheeks flushed pink when one of Chris's hands brushed across his nipple. Gordie clenched his eyes shut in hopes that Chris didn't notice his back involuntarily arch at the contact.

Gordie couldn't help but notice that Chris's lips tasted like mint. He tucked that little detail away in his mind to think about later.
He also couldn't help but pick up on the fact that Chris was ten times more touchy compared to yesterday. His hands were practically branded into Gordie's baby soft skin.
Not that Gordie was complaining.
Besides, yesterday's kiss was cut short. Today though, they had all the time in the world.

Chris's titillating touch made Gordie's heart pound and head spin. It consumed his entire spirit in a way he didn't know was possible. Chris seemed just as engrossed judging from how selfishly he was indulging in the boy's body.

Gordie could feel an overpowering heat grow inside of him, nearly turning his body to ashes. He couldn't even remember why or when his hands had come up to grip Chris's face, his rings pressing into the boy's skin.

All he knew was that it felt so good to kiss Chris.

Chris could feel he was losing himself. The surrounding environment began to melt away like an ice cube in the sun. The weight of Gordie's body pressed down against his crotch was getting to his head. He was falling victim to Gordie's tantalizing potency whether Gordie knew what he was doing or not.

The longer Chris kissed the doe eyed boy the harder it would be to reel himself back in and suppress the uncontrollable need he had for someone who needed him just as much.

Chris painfully broke the kiss, his eyes opening to look up at the oak tree's leaves dangling above him. If he'd accidentally looked at Gordie's face instead, which was currently flushed a pretty pink, tempting wet lips still parted and all, he would've lost it.

Luckily Gordie swiftly moved off of Chris as if he had the exact same idea in his mind. He leaned up against the tree while taking long, slow breaths. But even then Gordie's heart still raced in his chest, fingers shaking as he fidgeted with his shirt.

Gordie stared up at the grey clouds stretching across the sky, pouting at the thought of it raining. It was getting colder after all, but it didn't start raining until mid March.

But Chris. It wouldn't matter if it rained or not, Gordie was far more concerned with how he was going to break 'the news' to Chris. Or if he could even work up enough courage to do so.

Yet worrying for the entirety of the scarce time he had Chris all to himself wouldn't help anything. Gordie held his eyes shut for a second before turning to the boy next to him.