Jessie's Boy [boyxboy]

twelve | mama said

T W E L V E | M A M A  S A I D

No matter how much sex I had, nothing prepared me for Jeremiah.

There was an uncomfortable feeling in my lower back when I'd woken up, my head laid on a firm chest. At first, it was weird, I never slept over anyone's house on a normal occasion and if I did, there would be a foot minimum between us due to barely remembering each other's names let alone caring enough to make each other comfortable. Only chest I ever laid my head on was Nas' and it felt so different from Jeremiah: where Nas was slimmer, Jeremiah was built and where Nas' arm would be bent, his hand resting under his curly head, Jeremiah had his wrapped around me.

My body was curled up against the boy underneath me, his large hand holding my body to his, I could feel him tapping my skin softly as I laid there. Keeping my eyes closed, I tried not to move too much; he was firmly pressed to me and I could feel soft, soothing strokes on my waist. He was breathing softly and when I'd opened my eyes slowly, his had stayed shut, long lashes fanning his lightly-freckled under eyes and soft lips parted slightly.

All I could think of was his lips against mine the night before, the fact that he did this thing when he kissed where he would slightly suck on my lips before pulling me closer, his lips fitting perfectly between one of mine. He kissed slow, never speeding up despite the rush we'd have while moving around before he would pull away and kiss across my skin.

I thought about how he'd captured my chin in his large hand, brushing the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip as he looked at me. How he'd pushed his thumb through my lips and is eyes went wide, dilating the I'd eagerly responded, sucking. He'd pushed his shorts off hastily after that, them pooling around his thighs, and  he'd laid me back in his car. There wasn't nearly enough space but he made it work, his voice like velvet as he let out smooth little jokes that otherwise, I wouldn't have laughed at.

"Good morning." I wasn't sure when he'd opened his eyes but he was looking down at me when he'd spoken, heavy lids covering half of his pretty brown eyes, making them almost sultry and I was so attracted to him at that moment.

I smiled, looking down instead of at him, my lips closed at the thought of not brushing my teeth and I suddenly felt so shy around him, I wasn't sure why. "Hey."

"Why you hiding?" He laughed, pulling away from me slowly before sitting up, his body on show as he sat in only his boxers and he sniffed a bit, brushing a hand under his nose as his muscles flexed and I couldn't help but stare at his toned torso. His dreads were falling down like a curtain covering his face -almost like Chief Keef- until he'd pulled a hair-tie off the side-table.

My eyes lingered on his back muscles, only moving to follow his arms as he pulled all his hair to the back of his head, securing it. Briefly, images of him on top of me and his dreads in my hands, had clouded my brain and I found \it hard to focus until he'd turned around. It was when I'd zoned back in that I was met with eyes boring into me as I leaned back on his bed, arms lifted. I stretched my aching bones, I hadn't been fucked that good in a while and parts of me were sore. He sighed, "You look sexy as hell."

And then he just turned over, rummaging through his drawer before pulling out an incense and a lighter. I wasn't sure how he could just say that as if it wasn't extremely attractive and I noticed my shirt had rolled up to expose some skin. I heard the flicker, him lighting the end before letting it burn a bit, blowing the flame out and sitting it in a holder before turning back around.

By then, I was on my stomach, trying to relieve some lower-back pain. His fingertips had danced across that area, him pressing it in almost as if he already knew that he had destroyed my organs.  He'd massaged the skin softly, my voice guiding him as he worked my muscles, his hand dipping in underneath the waistband of my boxers and his basketball shorts that I'd been changed into overnight, he pressed softly, watching as my body tensed before working my skin gently yet firm.