Love is... (ike x firkle)

Are you really stuttering

"Ah! Yeah..." ike groaned. He was pinned beneath his goth boyfriend, running his fingers down firkle's skin. He was so perfect, everything about him drove ike crazy. Firkle thrusted harder into him, making him scream loudly and wrap his arms around the nonconformist. The goth tried to suppress a groan in vain as he continued to thrust faster into the preppy boy. Ike had wanted this for so long, needed it, god... the way firkle moved his hips just so... "Firkle, i - I'm not gonna last much longer!" Ike screamed. 
Firkle snapped his fingers in front of Ike's face. "You've been staring at me with that stupid look on your face for the past ten minutes, what's wrong?" The goth didn't seem to care, but he was at least trying to be caring. Ike thought it was cute. 
" i- I'm fine." Shit, did he really just stutter? Ike couldn't believe how stupid he was being. But... that thought. Ike couldn't seem to get that image out of his head. 'I'm not being fair to him, he can't want that... I know I'm moving too fast...' still, ike couldn't help but want firkle. They hadn't been dating long, only a couple months, but god... Ike wanted him. Ike wasn't sure when he started to fantasize so vividly, but he hoped firkle never found out. 'Did firkle do this too?' Ike couldn't help but wonder. 
Meanwhile firkle tried not to think. Something about the conformist was driving him crazy, even more than usual. Ike was always romantic but lately he'd been even more so, hinting at dirty things and making firkle blush. For the first time he really wanted to take things a little further, but ike was a good kid and wouldn't want to. The conformist was innocent and sweet, and firkle wanted to destroy it. " I'm so fucked up." He mumbled as he walked home. 

An: it's been a million years and I don't even have a good chapter to post. Sorry for not posting anything the the last few months, I just had serious  writers block.