After Max confessed his confused feelings to me we started dating. Everyone in the school was shocked. I mean the relationship did look like it came out of the blue. But most importantly the only boy whose opinion mattered the most in the subject of our relationship was avoiding us. Rusty.
Max was blabbering on about some sports game he watched yesterday but I wasn't really listening. I was admiring him. His angular sharp jaw; his pink lips that looked soft and which he always pursed when he was being funny; His tousled brown sheen of hair that he wore, in the same way, every day, a mullet. I watched his adams apple bob about whenever he swallowed his saliva. His neck looked so edible that I leaned in towards it. He stopped walking abruptly smiling as I continued to lean in. His skin was smooth, soft and supple; it smelt of his strawberries and cream aftershave. I reached out a hand to stroke the skin that was exposed. He grabbed my hand. "Hey, later" he laughed at my lack of self-control.
Then I saw Rusty. He was leaving the library, Rose following close behind. He was sporting new round glasses that suited him. His chocolate-colored silky hair had not been styled today and hung loosely over his eyes. His clothes were shades of brown and cream, the only way to describe his clothes were two words. Dark academia. He was balancing a pile of books and so was Rose.
"Max we should help them" I nodded over at Rose and Rusty. He nodded. We jogged over. "Here let me help you" I took half of the books Rose was holding off of her. She smiled. I like Rose. She was so kind and patient. I mean, if you're Rusty's friend I suppose you learn how to be. "We don't need your bloody help" Rusty gruffed but he let Max carry some books. As I looked down at the books I was holding my eyebrows lifted. Iron window by Xiran Jay Zhao, Learn my lesson by Katee Robert; a lot of famous poly-romantic books. I even spotted the Ethical Slut ontop of Rose's pile.
"Rose, I'm sorry for snooping but could you possibly be, by any chance interested in polyamory?" I smile nodding at the books we're holding. "I have a ton of poly books you could borrow from my house if you want."
Rose shook her head and smiled at me her pink curls swaying. "No these books aren't for me but that's so sweet Easton, there for a friend" her voice was smooth but hesitant.
I nod my head . "Ok then, tell your friend that I have some books they can borrow" still offering. I had a ton of books at home that I couldn't afford to sit around and collect dust.
Max and Rusty seemed to be having a civil conversation. I discreetly listened in to what they were chatting about . "Have you ever thought about polyamorous relationships?" Rusty was peering at Max looking for a reaction, obviously. "To be completely honest with you I have. And not that long ago either. I just didn't know if the people I was interested in felt the same way as me." Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as Max peers at his feet obviously embarrassed. "In fact, I did talk to one of the people about it and they were totally on board with it. It's the other one I wasn't sure about". I smiled, cause I knew.
We stopped in front of a pair of large gates made of sturdy iron painted in a raven black. A gold plaque declared that this was Honeysuckle house, though I couldn't see the house from here only a very long driveway. "This is our stop" Rose smiled. I passed her back the books and watched as she pressed the buzzer "Who's this" a static voice bellowed. "Rose Honeysuckle and Rusty Vendetta" her soft voice replied. "Oh Miss Rose, you're back, I'll send a car immediately, say hi to Mr Vendetta for me" the voice replied back softer this time, but crackling.
Max took my hand and we waved goodbye.
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I was sitting on my bed, in my room Max's head in my lap. I fiddled with his hair making small braids that fell out after a few moments. The sun was setting and was streaming in through the windows in a golden brown highlighting my lover's soft eyes. I stroked his neck like I had wanted to earlier; First with my fingertips, then with the back of my hand. He sighed into my touch. My tanned skin against his pale skin was so visually appealing.
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He sat up before straddling himself in my lap. My hands snaked underneath his shirt trailing circles up his back. He whimpered loudly. His arms came around my neck before his hands snaked up to tug my hair making my head tilt up. His mouth found mine and we passionately kissed each other. His hands stroked my face and mine held his back giving him support. At first, the kiss was soft, slow, sweet. But soon it became a fire fueled frenzy. As we pulled away for breath I pulled lightly on his bottom lip. I peppered loving kisses down his neck. When he moaned out I sucked on his sweet spot leaving a dark bruise for everyone to see. It was too high up to cover with the uniform, I liked that.
I pulled away from his neck to marvel at his beauty, his head was thrown back and his chest rose in sync with mine. When he sat up properly his eyes were glazed over with lust. It was a picture I would keep in my head forever.
I went to kiss him but teasingly stopped last moment his mouth opened wide like a baby bird waiting for its mother to feed it. He moved his head down but I pulled away smiling. He pouted his lips that were swollen, almost bruised, from the kiss. I laughed and so we kissed again. Passionate and chaotic. He pulled me close so close that I didn't think we could get closer. Hands-on his hips my thumbs stroked the soft skin at his waist. The air was filled with the sounds of our kisses and the lust that radiated from our bodies. I didn't think it could get steamier till he started slowly grinding on me. My breath caught in my throat. We pulled away for a slight second, just to breathe before our lips met again.
I pulled his shirt off of him a fever spreading through my body. He was scrawny and slender, my hands fit perfectly around his waist. He fell back onto my bed. Laying on his back in front of me like a feast. I tore off my shirt before kissing his body appreciatively. I kissed every rib, his collar bone, his belly button. His back was arched underneath my touch. My kisses got lower and lower I kissed his crotch pushing his trouser line down until he removed his cargo's. I felt him stiffen so I paused but he didn't complain so I continued. I kissed his thighs and as I was about to remove his underwear I heard "Stop". It was a whisper but I heard, and I stopped.
I sat up and so did he. "I'm sorry" he breathed "I-I don't think I'm ready". I smiled at him "thank you for being brave enough to tell me" I pulled him close. I can't imagine how scary that might be. "I don't ever want to make you do anything you don't want to do" I reassured. "I just want to be near you, thats enough for me".
We lied down together a tangle of legs and arms. We didn't talk, we didn't have to. We just listened to each others hearts. And that was enough for us. He soon fell asleep. But I stayed up cherishing the moment. I watched his long eyelashes flutter as he slept. I listened to his soft murmurs. I was captured by this beautiful being. But something or someone even was missing. And I knew who.
AN- I know a lot of people may have mixed feelings about the above but I feel it's important to show the boundaries and trust they have with one another. This scene is essential for further scenes though It may be controversial, it is one of passion and lust. Yet it is controlled and brought to an abrupt end by but one word. Stop. And I think it is important that people learn how to listen to the word stop. It would make the world a happier place.
