Assassin [dylmas]

29.

They drove the motorbike along the coast. The island was very expensive and they were one of the few turists there. They enjoyed the warm afternoon, the wind playing in their hair. They were dressed casualy. Both in shorts Thomas in a opened short-sleeved shirt and sunglasses, and Dylan in a white t-shirt and his baseball cap. They stopped at a hill and leaned against the bike watching the view on the other island and the beach right at the bottom of the hill.

„It's too pretty to be real," said Dylan.

Thomas smiled. He loved making Dylan happy. They had spent the morning swimming in the pool and eating fruit and ice cream while making out in the jacuzzi. In the evening Thomas planned to teach Dylan golf, so he had hired the course for themselves.

He was imtimate with Dylan last night, befor their flight but now he felt nervous. It was different to make love to Dylan in his bedroom. Here it felt more like a real deal. Thomas grabbed his cigarettes and lit one up.

He inhaled the smoke and calmed down.

„May I?" Dylan glanced at the package.

„You're not smoking," Thomas looked at the waves.

„Sometimes, when I'm bored or nervous, or when someone smokes next to me, but it's not like a habit," Dylan looked away.

„Here," Thomas handed him the package.

Dylan took a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

„May I?" Thomas took the lighter nad moved the flame to the end of Dylan's cigarette.

He felt the temperature rising and closed his eyes. He felt the smoke walking down his throat and imagined it to be Dylan's tongue. If he could inhle Dylan so deep that he would become a part of him, would he be able to feel like under his touch all the time? Would any human stand a neverending pleasure? Thoams shivered.

„Are you having sex with me in your mind?" asked Dyan and smiled.

„I'm inhaling you," Thomas blushed. „You lick me from the inside," he looked at Dyln and felt his stomach was making a move.

Dylan breathed the smoke out and Thomas felt every inch of it on his skin. The smell of cigarettes has never been so intoxicating.

„Stop you make me hard again," Dylan bit his lip.

Thomas waked to him and took his sunglasses off. He leaned over Dylan and the older boy breathed the smoke out into Thomas' lips. Dylan's warm hand landed on his bare skin. Dylan's eyelids went down as he inhaled the cigarette and blew the smoke out in a thin steam on Thomas' chest. Little invislbe smoke dust laid on Thomas' nipples on his belly button on his hips. Dylan moved up and he closed his mouth on Thomas' open lips breathing all the smoke into his throat and Thomas felt he's harder then ever.

Dylan's tongue licked Thomas' one and the boy moaned loud. He let go of his half smoked cigarette and grabbed Dylan's neck leaving red scratches on it, as the tip of his tongue trialed Dylan's palate.

He tasted sour like the smoke and still so sweet. Their saliva brushed against each other and Thomas felt all the little goosebumps on Dylan's tongue. The older boy was getting Thomas' face under his hungry lips. He kissed so rough that the edges of his lips touched the blondes nose, chin and cheeks. They run out of breath because Thomas forgot that he needs to breath. He felt Dylan's hand on his butts and smiled.

„Let's do it," Thomas trailed his tongue between Dylan's teeth and his lower lip licking this place for a longer while and sucking his lip and than Dylan moaned loud.

„What are you doig to me," whispered Dylan.

„Do you ever read. . . Kamasutra," Thomas smiled bright.

„Ym," Dylan rubbed his hair. „I definitely must give it a read," he blushed.

„I have books at home. They will make the little hair in you buttcrack stand up," whispered Thomas lying his lips on Dylan's soft ones.

„They're already up," Dylan lughed.

"Let's check that," Thomas grabbed his hand.

Dylan's eyes were burning when he threw his cigarette away and stepped on it. Than he followed Thomas down the path to the beach.

I'm sorry for the short chapter and the late update. In the next chapter things get hotter again ;)