Assassin [dylmas]

17.

It was 9 a.m. when Thomas' brown eyes opened and he moaned like a little kitten putting his small wrists fo his ears.

„Morning," he whispered smiling brightly and Dylan hid his sadness behind a smile.

„Morning love," he whispered kissing Thomas forehead.

„I love you... and my ass hurts," muttered Thomas cuddling to the older boy.

Dylan couldn't help but lough.

„That's the line I'll never forget," he said playing with Thomas' hair.

„We probably need to go back home and take a shower, I hope my mum won't see us in this state,"Thomas giggled.

„You're right," Dylan smiled.

They sat up on the matress and Thomas winced in pain. Dylan jumed up and helped Thomas up. The boy grabbed his butt and rubbed it trying to make the pain barable.

„Is it so bad?" asked Dylan.

"Next time, I'll top," Thomas kissed his cheek. „What's this?" Thomas' fingertips touched the scratch „Did I scratch you?"

„You're a little kitten," Dylan took his hand off and kissed it.

„Wow I'm bad," Thomas' eyes winced.

He smiled and limped to his backpack.

"Here!"

He tossed a snack to Dylan.

„You prepared breackfast," Dylan sat on the chair and turned on it opening the snack.

The sun was out and the cold wind got weaker.

„I'm not gonna let us starve," Thomas grabbed another snack and a waterbottle and came to Dylan.

He placed his soft hands on Dylan's cheeks.

„Scratching again. . . I guess I must get used to this," Thomas smiled playing with Dylan's morning stubble under his fingertips.

Dylan looked in Thomas brown eyes and studied the blonde's face inch by inch. How come that there was no sing on facial hair on the boy's cheeks, he was eighteen.

„You're not a human being, you fell straight from heaven and lost your wings on the way down," asked Dylan and Thomas smiled loud.

„Your pick up lines are terrible today," he said taking a sip of water and grabbing Dylans lips with his wet lips.

Dylan smiled into the kiss and placed the boy on his lap.

Thomas moaned from pain again when Dylan grabbed his butts but they kissed with passion.

Dylan felt his breath getting heavier and his hand tarveled under the boy's shirt and into his sweatpants down under his boxershorts. He felt electric explosions when his fingers reached Thomas' bare butts.

„Babe, you're hard again," Thomas parted their lips and his warm breath fell on Dylan's ear sending shiveres down the man's spine. „And I really need to be able to walk, so no sex today," Thomas kissed Dylan's earlobe.

„So stop doing it to me, off my lap," Dylan squeezed the boy's butts in his hands

„Sure," Thomas got up form his lap and Dylan's hands tarveled up the blonde's body resting on his waist.

The man bite his lip. He glanced at Thomas in fasciantion inhaling the boy's perfection.

„Girls aren't that rough lovers, it's all new to me," Thomas smiled and pressed his nose to Dylan's lips.

Dylan caughted his nose and upper lip between his lips and kissed both at once gliding his tongue between them.

He moved his mouth on Thomas' neck and found the hickeys he did las night. He sucked into them making them redder and bigger.

„I... have... a... theatre... rehersal...tody..." Thomas closed his eyes and bent his head back unable to resist the pleasure of Dylan's lips.

Dylan took a breath. His body was burning, he was as hard as last night and the urge between his hips made him insane. Now when he knew the taste of the boy in front of him, he was more unable to rejeckt the pleausre.

„Tonight you can have me, and do to me whatever you want," Thomas lifted Dylan's head and looked at him.

Dylan stopped breathing. He wanted to scream, to beg, to grab the boy's hips and push him on the matress and kiss the shit out of him but he managed to behave.

„Ok," he muttered leting go of Thomas' body.

„Thank you," Thomas smiled.

He turned around and walked along the garage, he slid his small hand across the red motorbike.

„Wait, didn't you have another shirt yesterday?" Thomas looked at Dylan and the man felt sharp pain.

„It was... dirty," Dylan looked away.

He sensed the sticky smell of blood in the air and felt sick.

„Wanna go for a ride?" Thomas smiled and Dylan faked a smile.

„Sure," he siad getting up.

Thomas opened the garage door and took his backpack. He placed it at the back of the bike. He found two helmets and gave one to Dylan. The man thanked him and Thomas pushed the bike outside.

„Wat's with my car?" asked Dylan.

„I'll send someone for it, don't bother," Thomas closed the door and locked it

He sat on the bike and started it. Dylan looked around and shivered, the shadows of last nigt became alive again, and his hands trembeled but he looked at Thomas and his unsure expression, so he smiled and jumped at the bike.

He put the helmet on and grabbed Thomas waist.

„Let's go," Thomas smiled and started the machine.

They drove down the forest road and the leaves danced behind them.

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