Summer in our bones ✓

31 | old place, new you

I stir awake, smile taking over my face as I feel his touch, his breath, his heartbeat on me. My boy is wrapped around my body, bare and comfortable, the curtains are open and I don't mind—early morning sunlight spills over his profile turning his eyelashes golden. He's a literal ray of sunshine.

"Now that my parents know, we don't have to hide," Nico murmurs, sneaking his fingers under one of the legs of my boxer shorts, touching and teasing and playing with the loose skin of my balls. "You can be as loud as you want."

Giddy delight fills my chest and it comes out as a breathless laugh as my hand wanders up and down his back, making him squirm beneath me.

Sometime in the middle of the night I was awakened by the sound of the door opening. I rose to my elbows finding Nico standing in the entrance, voice sleep-rough making a cute pouty face and I immediately scooted over, lifting the duvet letting him slip under the covers quickly. When he pressed his cold feet to mine I didn't mind it, I smiled and pulled him even closer to me. And I woke up to his teasing words and touches, breathing into his neck, a familiar warmth all throughout my body from the points where our bodies are pressed flush and tight.

"Remember what we did in this bed last summer?" He asks sleepily into my neck, eyelids at half-mast, tangling his legs with mine, kissing my dark skin wherever his lips can reach without moving too much.

"How can I forget," I answer, closing my eyes as I remember how it all started, how nervous I was at the prospect of his nearness but now it's all I ever crave and need to feel normal. "This time's better."

"Yeah, it is."

"Because it's morning, and you..."

"... and I'm not going anywhere this time," Nico smiles, his voice is husky and all kinds of sexy while he's dragging his fingers down my bare stomach.

"Mhm..." My abs tense and quiver under his hand.

"Mornings like this are the best," Nico's breath speeds up, as he continues rubbing his body against mine, slowly, playfully.

"Yeah they definitely are but... I can't stay long in Valencia, Nico, I have to report to my coach this afternoon otherwise I'll be in trouble."

I say but I don't hurry to get out of bed. Instead I move under the covers and straddle him, lean in close, feeling every point of contact prickling my skin like needles.

"Ok," Nico yields so fast beneath me it is almost as if he had simply melted. "A quickie then. Quickies are good."

He thrusts up, letting me feel the hardness in his underwear, the pleasant soreness in places that I never felt before reminding me of what we did yesterday. Fuck, it feels good. The knot of pleasure in my lower abdomen is becoming almost impossible to ignore. I could take him, again, it'd be easier too, I wouldn't need much prep. "And I know a way to make you come in five minutes tops," Nico taunts, staring at me.

"Interesting challenge," I bite down on the inside of my cheek suppressing a smile, pleased with myself for remaining so composed still.

"All I have to do is talk dirty in Spanish, it drives you crazy."

"Am I so easy?"

"Oh yes, you are," Nico counters flirtatiously and my face is bright with laughter.

"I don't mind a quickie, sunshine, but I do want to take my time with you. I missed you."

My thumb is tracing his bottom lip pulling at it and using my other hand to press against his neck, the pulse point beating under Nico's skin. I mean it to be rough and maybe a little bruising. His breath hitches, eyes flutter briefly closed before returning gaze to my face. As much as he knows me I know him too, and I know what turns him on. How easily have the tides turned in this game of seduction we're playing. But I don't push it now. I just revel in the way his body and my body are moving as one.