Can you Feel my heart?

Real {Austin}

I kept checking my phone. Seconds felt like minuets and minuets felt like eternities. My skin was jumpy and alive, and I couldn't sit still. It was 11:52, my dad and Heather asleep for a while. I paced back and forth in the foyer, going between checking my phone and peering out of the window. Finally I saw him walk up the drive. I quietly opened the door and he stepped in, a rush of cold air following him. His cheeks were rosy red and wind bitten. I smiled. I led him into the kitchen, and he took off his coat, laying it on the bar stool. I poured glasses of Cabernet and invited him to sit.

"I hope you like red."

I took a sip. He sniffed it, testing it on the tip of his tongue.

"Not awful but definitely not good."

He took a sip anyways.

"What did you want to talk about?"

I took another sip, looking at him over the wine glass.

"You. My favorite subject."

He gave a small smile.

"I've been thinking about you. About this, situation I've put us in. I'm tired of it. Tired of fighting my feelings. Tired of fighting you. I want you Oliver. I want you badly."

I circled the island to stand in front of him. He looked up at me, expectant. His eyes flickered with an urge. I laid my hand against his neck, my thumb pressed under his chin.

"I've wanted you from the day I laid my eyes on you."

I leaned down, brushing my lips over his, my teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

"I need you baby."

He kissed me, greedily, needing me to kiss him with the same force as he was kissing me. He stood, his arms around my waist. My hands cupped his face, his lips were bitter sweet from the wine, but he was softer than before. I was breathless from his kisses, that euphoric feeling capping my nerves.

"Let's go upstairs."

He nodded his eyes on fire. We tumbled up the steps, rushing into my bedroom. He was on me, hands kneading at my chest, kissing me with deep possessive power. I pushed him onto my bed, climbing on top. I nipped and kissed his mouth and jaw and neck, hands eagerly touching and exploring his chest. I gently bit his ear, eliciting a small moan from his lips. I pulled my shirt off, his hands grabbing my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. He pulled at his shirt, skin to skin. I kissed his throat, working my way down his chest with small electric kisses. His hands were on my hips. I ground them, feeling him against my leg. I grabbed at his jeans, looking up at him. His eyes were hooded, breath coming in heaves. He was mumbling something to me.

"Fuck me."

I grinned a wicked grin.

"Say it again?"

He looked up at me, eyes steeled.

"Fuck. Me."

I unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his skinny hips. I gave him a small squeeze through his boxers and he arched up to my touch. I inched them down, exposing him to me. He was glorious. Long and hard. I took him in my hand, giving him a swift tug. He moaned, stifling it with his hand.

"You want me don't you?"

He nodded.

I jerked him, slowly, watching his pretty face contort in pleasure. He whimpered and moaned, biting his lip. I leaned forward and kissed him, his sounds reverberating on my lips. I was straining against my own zipper, achingly hard. I dropped him from my grasp and undid my jeans, letting them hit the floor. I pulled him to the edge of the bed, settling between his legs. I teasingly ran my tongue up his shaft, his body shivering. I took his head between my lips, tongue swirling around it. I took him in, inch by magnificent inch, taking him all the way down my throat. I felt his hands pull at my hair. I worked, up and down, sucking him. He was begging me to keep going, finish him. I pulled off and he sighed, panting. I stood up, looking down at him.

"It's your turn."

He sank off the bed, crawling toward me on his knees. He grabbed my cock and looked up at me, doe brown eyes so innocent.

"Just go slow."

He put me in his mouth, a heavenly tingle ran through my legs. He worked slowly, taking me in. I was in a state of pure nirvana. His mouth was tight and warm, and he was stellar at taking me to the edge. I took his head and gently prodded him faster, fucking his sweet mouth. When he pulled off, he looked up at me.

"Lay on the bed."

I said, breaths shaky. He laid back into my nest of pillows. I hovered over him. I put a finger to his lips, and gently pushed it past. He met my eyes, so clear and beautiful while he sucked on my finger. I drew it back and leaned down.

"This will hurt but only for a little bit. Trust me."

He nodded and I gave him a soft kiss as I pushed my finger inside of him. He winced and tried to draw back. I laid a hand on his chest.

"Relax."

He untensed. I slowly curled my finger and he moaned. I smiled.

"How does that feel?"

"Amazing"

He whispered. I withdrew my hand and stuck two fingers in my mouth. I gently pushed back in him and he moaned, pressing down on my hand. With my free hand I took him, stroking him slowly. His back arched from my bed.

"Are you ready?"

He nodded.

"Oli. You need to say it."

I said softly.

"Yes."

He said shakily.

I leaned over him, my arms on either side of him. I pressed my head against him, pushing in slowly. I couldn't help but groan. He was so tight.

"How do you feel?"

I whispered in his ear. He took my face in his hands and kissed me.

"I want you."

I slowly pulled my hips back, his mouth slack in pleasure. I slowly rocked my hips back and forth, his moans filling my head. I kissed him, quickening my pace, that sweet release pooling in my belly. I grabbed his cheeks, giving him a chaste kiss. I leaned up, my hips moving fast, sweat beading on my forehead. I pulled out, panting hard.

"Lay on your front."

He rolled over and I snatched his hips up, my hands grabbing at his perfect ass. I slid in, going faster than I was before, my cock hard and throbbing inside him. I could hear his whimpers, his throaty moans. He was so beautiful, here in this moment. I ran my hands over his smooth plump ass, squeezing and pounding into him. I could feel that pull, I was getting close. I pulled out, and pushed him onto his back. I kissed him deep, his arms wrapping around my shoulders. I slammed into him, thrusting hard and deep. I quickly worked him, his moans coming more frequently, fingers clawing at my back. With a few final hard strokes I felt my release and I came inside of him, my body so tired. He came shortly after, all over my hand and his stomach. I leaned down and kissed him, out of breath. We were sweaty and well worked. I leaned over and grabbed a towel off of my floor and wiped him up. I fell down next to him, sleep pulling me. He pressed against me, deep in my arms. I kissed his forehead.

"Oliver?"

"Yes?"

He whispered against my arm.

"I love you"