SEEKING 7 | boys of tommen

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"So..." Gibsie murmured, his fingers lazily combing through my hair, each stroke slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every touch. I rested my head on his bare chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my ear a grounding rhythm. It felt so natural, so... right. The intimacy of the moment was a stark contrast to the storm of emotions that had flooded us just minutes ago.

His chest rose and fell in time with his breathing, the subtle movement making my body sway gently. There was something almost hypnotic about the way we lay there, tangled together in the aftermath, bathed in the dim light from the bedside lamp. It felt like we were in a bubble—just the two of us, sheltered from the world outside.

"That was..." he trailed off, his voice soft but full of meaning. I could hear the uncertainty mixed with the satisfaction in his tone, like he was still processing it.

"Different," I finished for him, biting back a grin as I caught the amusement in his voice. I wasn't sure if we were on the same page, but I knew I couldn't help teasing him a little. "In a good way, though," I added, trying to reassure him.

"Yeah," he chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest, and into me. "Uh, sorry about the whole... blowing my load before you got to come. I was, uh, overexcited." He winced as he spoke, the embarrassment clear in his voice.

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. It wasn't just the words, but the way he said them—so bashful and genuine. I turned my face up to look at him, his expression a mix of sheepishness and curiosity. "Oh no, no," I said between giggles, shaking my head. "I did. I came."

His brows shot up, surprise widening his eyes. "Wait—what?" His voice pitched higher, genuinely shocked. "You did?"

I nodded, biting my lip as I watched his face closely. The surprise, the disbelief, it was adorable. "Yeah," I said, trying to keep my grin in check. "Once before and once during."

His eyes flickered, trying to process that. "Oh." A slow blush crept up his cheeks, the red standing out starkly against his pale skin. He looked like I'd just told him he won the lottery, utterly dumbfounded. "I, uh, didn't realize," he admitted, his voice taking on a slightly guilty tone. "I was too busy freaking the fuck out the entire time."

"Really?" I teased, nudging him playfully. "You couldn't tell?"

He shook his head, looking almost bashful as his gaze dropped to where his fingers were now playing with the edge of the blanket. "Nope." A pause, and then he looked up at me, his expression growing serious. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice was so earnest, the concern in his eyes making my heart swell.

I smiled warmly, my fingers tracing his jawline. "No, Gibs, you didn't hurt me," I assured him, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly. "Not really." The kiss lingered for a moment, and I felt his tension ease under my touch. I wanted him to know that everything was okay, that we were okay. I leaned in a little closer, pressing my lips to his chest now, feeling his skin warm beneath my kiss. "And I can't wait to do it again."

His eyes widened, his surprise clear as day. "You can't?" His voice was soft, incredulous, like he genuinely couldn't believe what I was saying.

I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, shaking my head in amusement. I shifted, propping myself up on my elbow so I could get a better look at his face. "Why do you sound so shocked?" I teased, raising an eyebrow. "I bet you've heard that a hundred times before."

"Nope." His response was so immediate, so firm, that it made me pause.

Wait. What?

I blinked at him, trying to process the simple word. He'd said it so casually, like it was nothing. But it felt like everything. "But you..." I frowned, confusion starting to twist in my chest. "You've clearly done this before."

He hesitated, his fingers stilling where they rested on my hip. For a second, he just stared at me, as if weighing his words. Then, with a small shrug, he said, "Nope."

I sat up, the blanket slipping off my shoulders as I stared at him, wide-eyed. "Wait, are you telling me you're a virgin?"

He winced at the bluntness of my question but nodded slowly, looking like he was bracing himself for my reaction. "Depends on your definition, I guess," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "What's yours?"

I laughed softly, though it wasn't out of humor. It was more out of disbelief. "For you?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. "It would mean you've never put yourself inside another girl before."

His blush deepened, and he shifted uncomfortably before nodding again. "Then yeah," he confirmed with a shrug. "Or at least I was... until about half an hour ago."

My jaw dropped, my brain struggling to catch up with his words. "Gibsie, are you serious?" I asked, my voice louder than I intended.

He nodded again, clearly a little embarrassed. "Yeah. I mean, I've done other stuff but..." He paused, glancing at me with a self-conscious grin. "That was the first time for the, uh, main event."

For a moment, I just stared at him, processing what he'd said. That had been his first time? My slow smile broke free, spreading across my face as I shook my head in disbelief. "Well then," I said, grinning now. "We definitely need to do this again."

He laughed, his eyes lighting up with amusement, the embarrassment fading as he relaxed again. "I was that good, huh?"

"You were amazing," I whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly. His lips met mine eagerly, and for a moment, we just existed in that kiss, the world outside of this bed forgotten. When I pulled back, I couldn't resist one last tease. "And now," I said, sitting up and tossing the blankets aside dramatically, "I think I'm going to take a shower... all naked and alone."

His eyes widened instantly, his body going rigid with anticipation as he watched me stand up. "That's mean," he groaned, his voice full of playful agony. "You're teasing me."

I winked at him, stretching my arms above my head in a way that I knew was anything but subtle. "Maybe," I teased, turning to glance over my shoulder at him. "But you can join me... if you're quick enough."

I barely had time to finish the sentence before he shot up, moving faster than I'd ever seen him. "You're evil," he laughed, wrapping his arms around me from behind and pulling me close. His warmth enveloped me, and I giggled as he lifted me off the ground.

"But you like it," I teased, glancing back at him.

"Maybe," he murmured, his voice low and full of affection, as he carried me toward the bathroom, the sound of our laughter filling the room. There was something so warm and comforting about the moment, the weight of what had just happened between us settling like a soft blanket around our shoulders.