Peter Pan and his Lost Boy // Jian AU

14.

SMUT AND STRONG LANGUAGE THROUGHOUT THE CHAPTER. Don't comment about it being "nasty." I warned y'all. If you dont like smut, then skip the chapter. 🙂🙂🙂🙂 (Bitchy smile emojis)

•°Kian's POV°•

"I thought you'd never ask," he breathes out, the most gorgeous smile spreading across his face. He quickly scrambles from his kneeling position and grabs my chin between his fingers. His brown eyes search mine before planting his lips on mine repeatedly.

Our first kiss.

His lips are just as soft as I imagined they'd be. My hands instinctively move down his clothed chest, slipping under his shirt so I could feel the heat from his skin. I grasp his waist and pull him close, so I'm sandwiched between the cold wall and his warmth. His hips start grinding against my own as our tongues swirl together and I groan into our kiss. He stops moving and pulls away from the heated kiss. Our eyes don't meet. Instead he moves his mouth towards my ear.

"You're gonna fix this big problem happening downstairs, baby boy. I want your lips wrapped around my cock until you're swallowing my load. Until my taste is imprinted on you tongue. Until it's the only thing you'll ever think about when you see me." His words are low and seductive. They send my body into a complete frenzy. I was ready to drop to my knees right in that instant, but then I remembered we were in the middle of a raging high school party.

"Upstairs," I finally choke out, my nerves making it hard to speak.

That one word is all it takes. He takes my hand and pulls me into the multitude of people. I watch as he shoves anyone cluttering up our path. Some curse, other are too intoxicated to care. Thankfully we find an empty room at the end of the hall.

My body collides with the nearest wall and my brown eyes watch as he fumbles with his jeans. Only a couple feet away from me stands a sweaty, breathless, and beautiful human with curly hair and his bottom lip between his teeth. Even though he's been confident this whole time, his shaky hands and incapability to unbutton his jeans by himself shows me that he's probably just as nervous as I am.

"Fuck," he mutters, removing his hands from his pants and looks up at me expectantly. Instinctively I rush forward, dropping to my knees before him. My shaking fingers skillfully unbutton his skinny jeans. That's where I hesitate. I've only been with one other man, Romeo, and he wasn't into me sucking him off. He was mostly into tying me up and... I cringe at the thought.

Jc must notice because he steps away from me, a worried expression crossing his face. He buttons his pants back up and decides to sit on the bed.

"What're you doing?" I ask, my voice shaken with nerves. "I-I was gonna-"

"Shh, come here baby boy," he insist, motioning to between his legs. I again obey his request, shuffling my knees across the carpeted floor until my shoulders are between his thighs. His calloused hand cups my cheek, tilting my face towards his. "Was Romeo your only other lover?" He inquires gently.

My first instinct is to deny any sexual activity between Romeo and I. Mostly because our times together were rough and one sided. He was a control freak. So controlled that pleasure wasn't at the top of his list, especially mine. He never touched me and I was never allowed to touch him. He'd fuck me and then leave.

My second instinct was to lie to him. To go on and on about lover upon lovers. But, I couldn't. Instead I nod, dropping my forehead onto his thigh. My attempt to try and hide my face from his view.

"Look at me, please."

I obey again.

"I'm nothing like him. This isn't just about me. Believe me, I know exactly how Romeo works. I may talk harshly, but I'll never hurt or leave you. This is more than just us fucking around Kian, I promise you that," he comforts me and I nod up at him.