A Home For Timmy (boyxboy)

Chapter 13: Between the sheets...

Chapter 13

He entered slowly, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his pajama bottoms.

"Lock it." I told him before he could came any further and he did as I asked without protest, though the hand he used to turn the lock was shaking slightly and I realized just how nervous he was.  If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was a virgin...but of course that was ridiculous.

I continued to watch his approach, choosing to remain in the same position in bed, but it didn't seem to appease his discomfort so I sat up and just as quickly he paused, uncertainty clouding his gaze.

"Come sit beside me." I patted the bed and he walked around the other side and climbed in. I turned to him when he was settled; back resting against the headboard.

"You don't need to be nervous around me." I told him.

He shook his head. "I'm not nervous."

"Really now?" I questioned and he nodded.

"Timmy asleep?"

Another nod and once again he bit his lip. I thought of how adorable he looked and my gaze raked over him. His face was flushed and I didn't fail to notice the bulge in his pants.

He'd been waiting for this I realized. He'd been waiting and he was ready.

I reached up to push the hair from his eyes and he swallowed.

"Kiss me." I commanded gently and this he did without hesitation. It was a simple press of his lips to mine but it was like heaven; soft, supple and moist. Then of course there was his eagerness, which was as much a turn on as the tongue that danced with my own.

I buried a hand in his hair and pulled him closer, loving the feel of his soft curls against my fingers and the brush of his warm body against mine.

"I thought you said you weren't going to come." I whispered against his lips before bending to trail kisses down his neck.

He moaned. "I wasn't."

"What made you change your mind?" I asked against his pulse and when I reached his shoulder, I pulled at his shirt and bit down on his bare skin. He gasped.

"I couldn't sleep?" he said, though it sounded more like a question and this time I suckled his flesh, making my own mark on his body.

"Take it off." I urged and pulled back to watch as he quickly discarded his shirt. When he reached for the pants, I took hold of his hands and pulled him down onto the bed before climbing over and pressing against him.

He moaned and once again I took his lips. For a moment, the thought that maybe I was going to fast crossed my mind, but when he wrapped his legs around me, pulling me closer to him, all thoughts of going slow fled and very soon we were on a roller coaster of pleasure. I rocked against him, the only thing preventing more was the fabric of our pants.

 I continued to trail wet kisses over his chest, covering him with my own marks, wanting them to be the only things he saw when he stood before the mirror in the morning, wanting to banish all thoughts of the other man who'd marked him and all the others who came before me. I pulled away only long enough to run a hand over his skin, past his navel before dipping into his pants and when I touched him, his back arched. When I groped him, he become nothing more than a panting mess beneath me and when I pulled and rubbed, he called my name breathlessly.

 I continued to pleasure him, loving the feel of his nails biting into my arms as he held on tight and soon he was moving with the motion of my hand. Very suddenly I pulled away and his eyes which had been closed nice and tight, drifted open and I was staring into his unfocused gaze.