Mute (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 14

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*Leo's POV*

I had finally done it. I had finally experienced my first sexual act with another person. It hadn't been more than a few minutes ago yet I was already glowing. I didn't want it to end as quickly as it did, but I'm sure that comes with time, something that I had plenty of at the moment. We were already cuddled up on my bed, him lying shirtless in my arms, his head resting on my chest while his fingers made their way up and down my chest, sliding further down to the tip if my jeans where he would slide is fingers underneath for just a moment before bringing them back up.

I wanted him do it once more. To repeat what had taken place in the shower, this time in my bed. I had a feeling he knew, but I didn't want to jump to any conclusions. I could feel myself getting harder and harder each time his hands slide under the waistline of my jeans, moving further down with each passing of his hand. Leaning over and pressing my lips to his forehead, I pulled him closer to my body so that there was no distance between us at all.

He took initiative, however, and began to climb on top of me, legs straddled at both sides and leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine. His long hair fell all around our faces, covering everything around us leaving only his face to be seen. He started grinding his lower half, creating friction on the base of my hard on, slowly sliding forward the descending when he hit the tip. A small moan escaped my lips with each movement he made, each time growing in sound as his movements gained in speed.

Moving back and stopping for a brief moment, he took his hands from my chest and used them to start unbuttoning my pants. Sliding them down and removing his own he climbed back into the same position and began the movements once more. I began thrusting each time he moved, due to the pleasure that soared each time he gyrated. I wanted more. I could feel the pleasure over shadowing any rational thought I had. Was this really it? Could I finally be losing my virginity? The idea scared me, a little bit. Sure people way younger than me have lost it sooner but my mother always told me to wait. To wait until I found that one person, the one person who I wouldn't have any doubts about. Though I'm pretty sure she read that in a book, I still kept it rather close to my heart.

Was I just caught up in lust at the moment? I could feel the worry in my chest as rational thought finally took it's hold. I wasn't sure I wanted this anymore. Sure, I was still hard, and moaning in pleasure each time he moved but it brought the thought: Why was he so comfortable doing this? Had he done it before? I mean, he and I just met yet he had no problem moving this quickly. I could feel the worry swelling stomach, similar to when Axel and I had kissed.

Snapping back to reality as his right hand cupped my face, I saw the concerned look on his face as he stopped moving and began to stare. The worry was apparent in his eyes. I thought for a moment maybe he knew what I was thinking, that somehow he had managed to guess what had been running through my mind. His eyes shifted from mine only for a moment as he climbed off of me and walked to grab his clothes.

I wasn't sure what I should do or say to him. I just lied there watching him get dressed, paying close attention to each movement he made. After he had gotten his shirt on he sat on the edge of my bed. I could see the socks in his hands but he made no effort to put them on, just holding them in his hands. Looking up at me he smiled and tossed me the boxer-briefs that sat next to him on the bed. I still hadn't moved from the spot I was in. Figuring I should probably get dressed and attempt for some answers, I finally shifted my weight and rolled to the side then off the bed and onto my feet.

I had to adjust my underwear slightly due to the rather hard bulge that wouldn't allow my comfort and managed to slide on my jeans without too much effort. Looking around for the shirt I had on previously, I caught sight of it right next to where Mute was sitting. I wasn't sure if I should just reach over there and get it, if that would make things awkward due to what had just transpired. Deciding to take the risk I reached out only to have my hand grabbed by him. He just stared at me, a dorky half smile painted on his lips. I felt like he was trying to tell me something without saying it, but reading facial cues has never been one of my strong points

I wanted to just outright ask him about everything that had just happened, but I wasn't too sure how to word it. Pulling my shirt from next to him, I leaned back and put it on. The pain from the accident was still there, but it wasn't near as bad as I thought it would be. Signaling for him to follow me, I headed for the table that still had his notepad and pencil on it. I was hoping I could get him to at least write down an answer to the questions I had, but the second I started to voice them he began to draw.

I wanted to know why he did everything that happened from the shower to the bedroom. I wanted to know why he was so comfortable climbing on top of me, ready to take me inside of him, though I had a feeling he already knew what I was going to ask. It didn't take him long to answer either. Not even a full five minutes had gone by when he turned the paper around for me to see. I had to look past the art itself to see what was actually going on but when I finally did a rush of jealousy, anger, and a number of other emotions started to flow through me.

It was him and another guy. The two of them interlocked in almost the exact same position as he and I were moments ago. His hair wasn't quite as long as it was now, so I assumed this was from a while ago, maybe a year at most. Was he just using me to replace someone from before? Was that all that this was? Mind you, I wasn't even sure what we were, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what was going on here.

I asked him, my voice a little shaky from trying to control my anger. He looked at me, confused at first, then concerned, and began to draw once more. The wait seemed like forever. He spent a good amount of time just staring at the blank paper before him. After almost ten minutes had passed and he hadn't moved, I began to get up from my chair and walk away before he started to move his hands. It was taking everything I had not to get even angrier. I didn't want my first time to be something someone used as a way to remember someone else. This was supposed to be my time, my moment, I didn't want it tainted with a memory like this.

Sitting there and staring at him, I watched his facial features closely. He looked focused, very determined to make me see what it was he was doing. I kind of hated this, though. This lack of communication. I just wanted him to talk to me, to tell me everything that was going on. I just wanted the truth.

He stopped again, only for a moment to look at what he had drawn. I waited as much as I could to see what it was, but I wasn't expecting this. On just one piece of paper he managed to draw so many things. He and this guy had a whole life together. He had drawn so many years of the two of them together it almost blew my mind. You could tell the other guy was a few years older than him due to the height difference between them. It looked as though they had known each other since they were kids. I could see the way they grew up together, each major moment in their lives captured in this one picture. Each section had a caption, with handwriting almost as beautiful as the picture itself.

One image stuck out to me the most. The one in the center of the picture with every other moment drawn around this one brought the most questions. He sat before a gravestone, with flowers at the ground beneath it. 'Take the chance' was listed below the name of Devante Evans.

I didn't know how to react. I was still angry, but also in pain. A kind of pain I had never experienced before. Almost like a feeling of dread and anxiousness had taken refuge in my mind. I felt like I had been a replacement still, but someone more dominant took to the surface. I didn't know what to say. I told him how I felt and he nodded his head. I needed some time to think. To process everything that had just happened. This was the first time I felt like I truly needed an outlet, someone else to talk to about the situation that I was in. Getting up from the table I told him I needed to think. He nodded once more and walked over to me. I gave him a hug. That was all I could think of doing. After letting him go I grabbed my phone and told him I was going for a walk then headed out the front door.