Ice Lovers (boyxboy)

CHAPTER 31 (Smut)

(Lol smut chapter also Diego's POV)

With so many people hanging around outside of the house, the inside was almost empty, not a person in sight. You know, I'm just some silly 17 year old- a teenager. I can hardly be blamed for sneaking away from my sister's wedding to fuck like rabbits.

Of course we left the bunches of people willing to converse to get to my room, already making our way to the bed, half of our clothes discarded on the floor.

I slightly squeeze Mason's hips, getting a squeak out of him. He looks amazing like this, his pants are nowhere to be seen, honestly we might both be drunk.

I can't help but run my hands along his luscious legs, soon lifting him up as he wraps them around my waist. I support him up by my arms, not so secretly feeling up his butt.

He giggles against my lips, leaning in for a kiss as I fall back onto the bed before his kisses reach down my jaw, neck, and chest. This is exactly what I had done last time, just this time we're in a much more comfortable place for this.

I just didn't expect his kisses to keep going further down, all the way to the tent in my pants. "Oh, Mason..." I rest a hand on his head, carefully kneading my fingers into his hair. His hair is so soft, soft like the way his skin feels, soft like how he acts when he likes a person.

His tender touch, sneaking past my waistband, unbuttoning my pants to slide them down just enough to see my boxers underneath. I hum in amusement, not trying one bit to stop him.

He keeps going, his hand reaching the bulge in my underwear, softly padding. I let out a short groan in response, tilting my head back against the pillow. "Mason, please." I plead, tired of how slow he's going. He lets out a short chuckle, following with a hum against my boxers that makes my cock twitch underneath.

And finally he snakes a finger past the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down agonizingly slow. Just for my dick to spring out, finally free. And just as I thought, Mason leaves a soft kiss to the tip, smearing the tiniest bit of pre against his lips.

He then grins mischievously and leans down, wrapping his lips around the head of my shaft. He slowly takes more and more of me into his mouth, using his hands to stroke what he can't fit. He gazes up at me with wide, innocent eyes as he works, eager to please.

"Mason, god, you're perfect." I can't help but to squirm a bit, I tilt my head back even more, my pillow being my sanctuary as I let out another groan. My fingers tighten around strands of his hair, barely helping him up and down my hard length.

Sucking and licking, keeping eye contact the whole time. He lets out small huffs of air, going down on me as far as he can, the tip of his nose grazing against my pubes. There's something so beautiful in the way he works, continuous wet gargles and gags coming from him.

Obviously it doesn't take long before I can feel the muscles in my stomach tensing up, and it doesn't help that one of Mason's hands reaches down to my balls, giving them a few gentle squeezes. I can feel my climax coming soon, at least my first for the night.

And just as I feel it coming, he pops off, opening his mouth to stick out his tongue and catch my load. "Oh, Mason." I smile at him, gently caressing his cheek. He swallows what hit his mouth, wiping off the rest dripping down his chin and the tip of his nose. "Holy shit." I mutter to myself, completely enthralled by him.

"We're not done yet, Diego." He says with a smirk, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing more and more of himself along the way. I don't waste another second, quickly helping him get it off before flipping us around on the bed for me to be on top. "Good."

We were never caught, no one even came to check on us. We definitely stayed up too late, doing god knows what. It's funny, a whole wedding downstairs, full of drunk adults, and still, not a single disturbance for hours.

Now we're just laying in my bed together, innocently cuddling like we hadn't been fucking for hours. "We should clean up." I tell him, gently petting his hair. "We should." He responds plainly, but neither of us make any move to do so. "Wanna stay the night?" "Mhm." He yawns, his grip on me loosened.

After a little while Mason slightly rolls over, reaching down from my bed to grab his phone. I wrap my arms around his waist, now spooning him to not let him get away. "Whatcha doing?" I ask him, mumbling against the back of his neck as I nuzzle against him.

"I gotta tell my mom where I am or she'll be worried." I stifle a laugh, a funny thought coming to me. "My precious little Mama's boy." I hug him just a bit tighter as I say this. He cringes but doesn't make any move to stop, not saying anything in retaliation to my statement.

Once he's done he turns back around, scooting closer to me to nuzzle into my chest. God, I love him. It's crazy to me, I never knew I could love someone the way I love him. He never ceases to surprise me, with the way he can go from super hot to super cute in seconds.

I love cuddling with him this way, something we do so often, yet it never lasts long enough. Suddenly his phone vibrates, catching both of our attention. He turns his head to look, trying to reach for his phone without leaving my grasp.

"Oh." Is all he says once he sees what it is. "What is it?" I ask him curiously, lifting my head up from my pillow. "Sofia texted me just now. We got third place, and said she'll bring me my medal on Monday." He can't help but smile at the information, a perfect end to a perfect day.

I quickly give him a kiss on the cheek, showing my pride for him. "Of course you did. You guys were amazing." I end my sentence with a kiss to his lips, soon laying my head back down on the pillow. He does the same, getting comfy once again in my arms. And from there it doesn't take long to fall asleep finally, comfortable and satisfied.