Just love me, please? (mxm/bxb) [Completed]

Chapter eight

Monday comes around and I fell like I'm on cloud nine all morning, so when Vincent texts around noon that he can't wait to see me at eight o'clock tonight I spontaneously start laughing. 'Thank Goodness, I have my own office!' but in that minute I hear knocking on my door. 'Oh shit! Was I that loud?!' "Come in" I shout and I'm not able to wipe the smile completely off my face, so when one of the young Dutch recruits walk through the door, he looks slightly taken aback by my smile. "What's up?" I ask casually and there's a slight pause before he answers "I.. It's just the rapport you asked for" he answers and walks to my office-table and puts down the rapport. "Thank you so much" I answer sincerely 'Isn't it just nice when people get the things done you asked them to do?'. I look up to the young guy and see him smile at me "Why're you looking at me like that?" I ask with a chuckle. "Oh it's nothing. I'm just happy for you" he says casually with a shake of his head as he starts toward the door again. My brows knit together in confusion, the smile still prominent on my face though not as obvious anymore and I ask "What? I don't understand..?" He looks at me and then his eyes widens in worry. "Oh!! No nothing! Just forget I said anything!" he says as he walks a few steps backwards. "Nono, it's fine! What'd you mean?" I ask even more confused now. He scratches the back of his neck nervously "Um.. I was at Oosterpark this Saturday.. And I kind of just assumed that you're this happy today because of.." he glances up at me timidly ".. Well, to put it blunt – I saw you and your boyfriend together." This time I'm the one to widen my eyes. I start to panic internally, or I thought it was internally until he adds fast "But don't worry! I'm not telling anyone! God, I would never do that. My oldest brother's gay and I know that not everybody's accepting" he finishes standing right in front of me and I'm less panicked. "Oh" is all I can muster. I clear my throat and add more confidently though I do stutter a bit "I-it's not that I'm ashamed to be with him. He just kind of just got over the 'scared'-stage, and I'm not sure if our r-relationship can survey another bump just yet.." I trail off and scold myself in my mind 'Why did you tell him that! It's none of his damned business!'. "Ohh, I understand. I remember when my brother had his 'scared'-stage.. It's not a pretty period.." my heart starts beating faster, not because I'm scared but because it's nice to have someone who finally understands. "How.." I pause as I think 'Do I really want to talk about this?' but he answers before I decide. "He's 35.. He was a late bloomer and found out he's gay 5 years ago" he says with a smile. '35 years old.. That's just a few years older than Vincent..' I think and it's like the young man's reading my mind "Your.. friend looks like he's only a few years younger than my brother.." he says carefully. I nod my head "Yeah, he'll be 33 soon" I say with a loving smile. He makes a humming sound as answer with a smile. "How long have you known each other?" he leans forward in interest. I smile as I remember when we was first introduced by Kristina "We've known each other six years now." "And how long have you liked him?" he then asks. I card my hands through my hair and leave them there to tug slightly "five and a half year" I say with a slight blush. "Ohh, that's sweet. You knew right away" he states and winks making my blush deepen by that. "So.. you're gay?" he once again asks careful. I shake my head "No.. Um.. I-it's.." "It's only him" he ends matter-of-factly for me and all I can do is nod. He hums a little again and the rises from his chair. "Well I should get back to work or someone.." he looks pointedly at me "..is going to fire me" he jokes and I go along right away "Uh.. I wouldn't dare. You can literally blackmail me". He laughs and hums yet again "I've never been able to blackmail anyone.. It's actually quite nice" he ends with a wiggle of his brows. I just laugh in respond. When he reaches the door I say honestly "Thank you for the talk. It was really nice and.. needed, actually" He just smiles sincerely "Any time, Mark. Any time." And that's when I realize I have no idea what his name is so I shout when he's half-out the door "Hey! What's your name by the way?". He looks scandalised a few seconds before he says "I told you like 5 times just last week. It's Nico!" I look baffled for a moment then say "Oh. Right. Sorry, Nico. All you kids look the same to me" I give an apologetic smile but Nico just gapes at me. "Dude.. I'm literally the only black person here!" I look even more baffled "What?! I honestly didn't realize that you're black!" Nico laughs loudly "God, you're so strange!" he says and closes the door. 'God, I'm so embarrassing!'

Eight o'clock finally comes around and Vincent and I eat dinner together in my apartment before we cuddle on the couch watching a movie. I lie with my front pressed to Vincent's left side and my hand draped over his chest with my hand resting on his right shoulder. My forehead is resting against his jaw leaving my nose to have full access to his throat and I can smell he's starting to feel warm, though he doesn't say anything. I've never been a big fan of other people's body-odours but Vincent's smell just does something to me. So I slowly dip my nose closer to his throat and when it touches his Adams apple I take a deep inhale. A faint whiff of his Hugo Boss perfume hits my nose but it's mostly his natural odour that fills my nostrils and makes my eyes fall closed. 'God, he smells so fucking nice', I gently start to make my way up to his earlobe with the tip of my nose against his skin but when I reach his jaw I hear him chuckle lowly and say "Are you sniffing me?". I can't really deny it so I just whisper "Yes". I feel him bend his neck slightly to make more room for me and he says breathy "But I'm sweaty". "Exactly" is my husky answer as I make it to his earlobe. But as soon as I touch his earlobe I change my mind and slide up behind his ear, where I get his soft hair in my face and I take a deep sniff. I feel a shudder erupt through his body and it spurs something on inside of me and I start to plant delicate kisses on my way. First a kiss behind his ear then beneath his earlobe, and when I kiss his earlobe I let my tongue slide out to catch his lobe between my lips. I bite down barely noticeable and hearing his shaky intake makes me let go of his earlobe. I kiss his jaw then his cheek where I slowly rub my own cheek against him to feel his day-old stubbles tickle me. I arrive at the corner of his mouth and realize I've started to bend over his upper body for better access, and when I put a feather-light kiss on the corner of his mouth I feel his lips are slightly trembling. I move closer and kiss him delicately on his lower lip causing him to part his lips marginally. I part my own lips enough for his lower lip to get caught between them and I suck it a tiny bit more into my mouth and bite down almost unnoticeable, and if I wasn't so focussed on his lower lip I would've noticed the faint smell of garlic in his breath. I bite down faintly on the lip once again and move my head about 2 centimetres away before I let go of it, making it bump back against his teeth, and I then move higher to his upper lip. I note that Vincent has his eyes closed and a faint bush is shattered across his cheeks. This time nnstead of kissing his lip I slowly close my lips directly on it and suck it slightly closer before I let the tip of my tongue caress lightly on the inside of his lip. I become aware of his right hand that lies shy above my waistband and a silent moan leaves his throat as I push my tongue in insignificantly more to lick harder on his lip. I get momentarily stunned when Vincent closes his teeth around my lower lip and starts to nibble and roll my lip between his teeth. I lick a little harder on the inside of his upper lip at the same time as he slowly licks across my lower lip and the tip of our tongues brush faintly against each other making me to sharply inhale at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue against mine. I grip his shirt harder with my right hand and I push my tongue deeper into his mouth and meet his tongue halfway in. Soon our tongues tangle together like long-time lovers finally united again and our lips dance together like they're one. His pinkie on his left hand slowly sneaks its way under my waistband and just lies there. The feeling of his pinkie under my waistband is so, so intimate but at the same time so incredible innocent and it fills me with a feeling of safety and security. Our mouths' lovemaking never turns to anything more than that; it's like we somehow have an unspoken agreement to wait and not make it more than it is now. And I don't long for more than this. 'This' and Vincent in himself leave me more satisfied than I've been in years.