A Very Gay Highschool Story

The Date Part 2

Pietro

I was so excited. It was Monday, which meant the school day ended earlier. I would be going home with Clint, who says he is going to be alone since his Mom will be away for a few nights. We were going to watch a movie or two then Clint would take me home because we weren't allowed to sleep over alone together. 

School was over in a flash and the next thing I knew I was in Clint's car, heading to his house. I had the sudden realization that we were going to be alone. Like alone alone. Like, could-get-away-with-anything alone. I knew that it wouldn't happen with out my consent, so I felt comfortable with him.

At his house, we went to his couch and he turned on his TV. We were going straight into the movie part of the stay. Interesting play Clint, interesting play. Anyway, he patted the place next to him on the couch, encouraging me to sit next to him, so I did. He went onto Netflix and pulled up something called The Ritual and started it. The movie freaked me out a little, okay more than a little because by the end of it I was already in Clint's lap, shivering in fear.

"It was just a movie." Clint said comfortingly into my ear.

"I know, but I'm still gonna have nightmares." I tell him in a half joking and half serious tone.

By now, I am facing him, still sitting in his lap. He seemed a bit flustered and focused on something else. I look down between him and I, making a probably correct assumption of what was happening. I shifted my weight forward into is lap, and he shifted a little, making a small sound I think he didn't know he made. 

"Is this alright?" I asked, tilting his chin upwards so that he was looking at my lips and not anywhere else.

He nodded once and I smile. I knew what I was doing, but I didn't want to take it too far. I don't think I'm ready to go there just yet, and I'm sure that Clint would understand that. I test the waters and rock my hips into his once, then twice. He seemed relaxed and didn't make move to stop me.

Clint

When he first sat on my lap, I tried my hardest to not get hard because he was sitting on my lap, and he looked so... attractive. But now that I was sure that it was okay for me to be, I relaxed. He got hard too and it felt good. I grab his hips and it looked as though he gasped.

"Just like that." I moan, I think quietly. I'm not really sure, but I think he heard me since he started to go at a faster pace. 

He fell forward and I felt vibrations come off of him. Pietro was obviously was enjoying himself as well. I went to go for his pants, but he stopped me. He signed 'no' into my hand and I got it. He didn't want me in there just yet and that was completely fine with me. He kept moving, but it wasn't enough. 

I pull his hips closer to mine and started to meet them. Pietro moved his head and mine so that we could kiss. He pulled away and threw his head back, his Adams apple bobbing. He looked sexy, and I bet that he sounded sexier. I didn't have the time to think about my hearing, I was too focused on Pietro and what he was currently doing to me. 

My hips stutter and so does his. I was so close, so very close, and it seemed like he was close too. I came and so does he, Pietro almost falling backwards off my lap. I lay him on the couch and he has the most dazed look on his face. His mouth was open and his eyes were unfocused. He looked at me and smiled. Before he could really process anything, I took out my phone and snapped a picture of them.

"No." I see Pietro say. "Delete that, please delete that."

"I won't." I tell. "I like this photo. You look so adorable and I want to see this forever."

"Do you think we're going to fast?" He asked. "This is our second date and we just did... that."

"I don't think we are, I think we are going at a pace fit for us." I tell him honestly.

He was honestly perfect. He learned sign language for me, he said yes to me, and he made me feel good. He made me feel at home, even though I haven't known each other for a while.