I Kissed a Boy [complet]

First Night 🔞

Marc walked almost cautiously into Gavin's apartment. It was L-shaped with the day side comprising the kitchen/living room, the bathroom serving as a separation and then the night side which grouped the bedroom with the office. The apartment was old but healthy. It wasn't a catalog apartment and you could see there was life: dishes in the sink were drying, a few crumbs on the little table, clothes on the sofa and a bit of mess on the low table. The office was impressive with two computers and photo and video equipment. Then his eyes were drawn to the bed that took up almost the entire back wall and his heart began to race in anticipation. He glanced at Gavin, who was pushing a box and two large bags full of stuff into the hallway. He saw him nervous. Then Marc smiled. He approached Gavin and touched his cheek gently.

— It's going to be fine. Sleeping with a man or sleeping with a woman is not the most important. The most important thing is to have fun.

Marc pulled him in, his hand on the back of his neck to kiss him delicately. Perhaps one of their first such tender kisses. Slowly, he took possession of the lips. He took the time to learn once again their shape, their texture in slow movements of lips, accompanied by delicious wet sounds. He approached Gavin's body with the help of his other hand, to the small of the journalist's back. He felt Gavin's hands rest on his shoulders and fingers crossed behind his neck. He changed his angle, then sucked on the lower lip before deviating on the jaw, then under the ear, then the neck which he nibbled several times. The tip of his tongue tasted the salty skin. Marc pulled him even closer, pressing their hips together. He came up to Gavin's ear to whisper in a gravelly voice.

—Trust me, I'll get you off the ground.

He gave him a playful lick and, feeling his partner's long shiver, contrived to manhandle his ear, which seemed to be a very sensitive point. His hands ventured on the round buttocks he caressed eagerly. He couldn't wait to take them with his bare hands. Marc directed him to the bed.

Throughout this phase of seduction, Gavin let himself go. He was excited and nervous too. He wanted to. Oh, he wanted it so much! yet a small voice in the back of his skull sent him anguished messages. When they rocked on the bed and he felt Marc's weight on him, he pushed him back. His hands on the other's face to look at him. Marc's eyes were veiled with desire, something powerful and deep. Gavin shivered. It was the first time anyone had looked at him with that hunger in his eyes. Marc put his two folded arms around Gavin's head and reveled in the sight of his face.

— You are beautiful...

Gavin frowned.

— I am not a woman.

Marc gave him a crooked smile and he got up on his knees. With a sweeping gesture he got rid of his sweater and his T-shirt.

— Neither do I.

Marc took Gavin's hand and tugged it, forcing the reporter to sit up. He put his hand on his chest.

— Touch me.

And dragged the hand along his chest, his belly, his belt without taking his eyes off him. He wanted Gavin to recognize his male body. Let him realize this reality. The fingers twitched in nervousness.

Gavin's heart was racing. He broke contact and tried to sit up. Marc stood up so he could move and feel less trapped. The singer bowed his head waiting for Gavin to find the words to express himself.

— I...I don't know if I'll make it.

Marc smiled at him.

— You want me?

Gavin nodded, eyes burning with desire devouring the muscular chest in front of him. He never thought he would drool so much in front of a masculine figure.