Falling asleep with strong arms wrapped around me and waking up to lazy, sleepy smiles and playful hands under the covers is not what I imagined would be like with Nico. But here I am. Not just desiring another guy and his very masculine body but enjoying the simple moments after the fire. My head, my heart and my dick are all agreeing with this unexpected turn of events in my life.
What surprises me the most during the days that follow is how extremely nice the weather in London is. It hasn't rained since Nico showed up, even the weatherman started talking about the hottest summertime yet. It's not like it makes any difference to us. We barely leave his room.
I can't skip my football practice but after the training finishes I'm on my way to Nico's hotel in central London. While I'm in training he goes out looking for those trendy bars and insta-friendly spots in town and films himself for his vlog. Life must be easy for conventionally attractive person if that's all he has to do to earn for a living. The truth is that I don't mind if he enjoys doing that and if being an influencer is something he wants to do in his life, but the fact that he told me that night on the beach that the only thing he's good for is social media is what's making me question his choice.
But I don't ask anything more about it, I'm focusing on the fact that he actually came here, chose me instead of some posh Spanish celebrity, chose London instead a fancy weekend getaway in Monaco or something stupidly overpriced like that. I don't know what I'm feeling but whatever it is it's new and I'm willing to explore it. When he touches me it's almost like he is helping me discover a part of me I don't have a name for yet but it's the most alive I've ever felt. There is no sense of shame or wrongness because he's turning me gay or whatever someone might call it. He doesn't even fall in the category with other men. He is so special that I'm blind to everyone else at this moment and my sexuality doesn't even matter. Whatever attraction lust and feelings I'd had towards any girls in the past paled into insignificance when I compare it to the way he affects me.
One thing that does worry me is Sonya and how would this look to our family if they find out about it. But I'm not getting ahead of myself. It's only summer and I'm letting the time be the decider. And so far every day is bliss.
Somehow we always end up kissing. With hormones of two insatiable eighteen-year-olds it doesn't surprise me that almost every make-out session ends up with someone's hand in the other one's trousers, getting each other off. His kisses are making me crazy but what really gets me is the rawness of all the muscle, that unfiltered need and lust that I never experienced before.
It's easy as breathing with Nico. So easy that it almost looks like he's my boyfriend and surprisingly I'm okay with that label. That's the reason why I even told my parents that I'm staying at my friend's place because it's so hard to leave his bed. His hands are always reaching to touch me and I let him. He never pushes for more but after a few days, I crave for more. There's so much more.
When I see him taking the shower with the bathroom door opened I observe how the bubbles hide all those places my hands were roaming just a few hours ago. I can't help but admire the side view of his plump ass and all of a sudden I'm yearning to slip between those cheeks.
"Do you want to fuck me?" He asks with lustful hunger walking towards me when he's finished.
I blush as my desires begin to take over. "You said you don't do it...that way?"
"I said usually, not never. I know you aren't ready for anal and you might never be. And that's completely fine. But if by any chance you want to fuck me, I'm okay with that. More than okay actually. I might be desperate for it."
He straddles my lap, and his towel slips down his hips. His piercing dark eyes look down at me with both affection and indecent intentions, he cups my face, nudging my nose with his, ghosting a kiss across my lips, "You do something to me, London boy. And I want to have you any way I can."
"God... I want to," my fingers dig into the skin of his hips, spreading his knees to open them both, bringing him so close to me. "I want it to be good for you," I touch his face toying fondly with his ear, whispering into his open mouth, "Don't wanna hurt you. You'll tell me if I'm doing something wrong, yeah?"
He nods with the sweetest smile.
Our way to bed is a blur of shaky breaths, dirty words and clumsy search for lube and condoms. I never thought I'd find myself growing addicted to a Spanish boy and craving more intimate moments such as this one. But once I'm pushing my slicked fingers inside of him I know I'm done for. He is incredibly tight and I'm trying not to hurt him or disappoint him with my lack of skill but his dick is so hard which means I'm doing something right. The sight of him splayed out like that, his hole opening up for me when I finally slide in, his body hungrily adapting to the sweet intrusion, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I'm breathless, so far gone and it's only been a few deep, slow thrusts into his warm body.
Experience is something he has. Unlike me he's been with other men and his body has the talent to show it but watching him fall apart underneath me, being at my mercy and giving himself to me makes my stomach flip and my thoughts fall into dangerous headspace of one thing and one thing only—nobody else has made him feel this way. It's only me. He's mine. Experience means nothing when two people are suspended in a cloud of emotions like this.
I lean forward, my elbows on either side of his head as I bend down and kiss him as I keep thrusting forward. Nico looks at me just before I can sense he's about to come, messy fringe over his forehead, fingers digging into my back, legs hooked around my ass, and that stare of his makes me feel like I'm standing in the rays of the summer sun.
His ragged breath caresses my face as he comes, saying how good it is for him, I'm right there with him, I'm coming, coming so hard, and soon enough we're melting-hot, entwined and dizzy and entirely doomed.
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