No Noise

A Feeling

~Cooper's POV~

Benton's blue eyes seemed to get lost in lust, as he stared up at me. His lips still a tender pink, his blond hair was messy from me grasping onto it. He is absolutely beautiful. Ughhh, the sounds his mouth made on my dick, fuck. I tucked myself back into my pants and zipped back up. I reached down and locked lips with this sexy boy in front of me. He was still on his knees. His tongue tasted of my essence and I felt him moan through the kiss. I pulled away slowly, rubbing the side of his cheek with my thumb.

"You didn't have to do that," I tell him.

"I wanted..to," his voice was groggy, still had a glazed over look in his eyes."I've never...done anything like..that before." Benton stared at me innocently. I believed it and it felt so good to be his first, first blowjob that is. My little virgin angel, I can't wait to make you all mine.

I helped Benton back up into his chair, his breathing returning the normal. I could see a tent in his pants, he must have gotten excited. He looked over and saw my eyes were glued to his crotch. He quickly covered himself with his hands, averting his eyes from me. I snickered softly, not like he could have heard me anyways.

I simply leaned forward in my chair, gradually getting closer to Benton. His gaze met mine and his face was as red as a stop sign at this point. I traced his bottom lip with my thumb, dropping my fingers down to his neck, I leaned in, letting my tongue taste his delicate skin. I rolled my tongue gently up to his ear, flicking his sensitive lobe, Benton quietly gulped but moved his neck more for me to invade him. His breathing began to get ragged. I speckled butterfly kisses down his neck, across his protruding collar bone. I slipped my hand up his shirt. My hands roamed greedily on his surprisingly smooth and blemish-free skin.

I rubbed my hand achingly slow up his abdomen. He was thin, I could feel his hip bones prodding out from his skin. His ribs were slightly visible. Did he ever fucking eat? I dipped my head down, neglecting his neck, I felt him flinch and grab onto my shoulders as soon as my lips met his left hip bone. I looked at him, his mouth was slightly open, his breathing hitched in his throat. He looked like a hot mess. Because of me. I grinned up at him.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly, but my lips defined the words so he could understand.

He nodded his head slowly, his hand moved to cover his mouth. He was staring to sweat from the looks of his hair sticking to his forehead. I reached up wiping his forehead clean of the sweat.

"Y-yea...you just surprised me," his voice was shakey. Maybe I need to slow it down, he doesn't seem used to this. I pulled his shirt back down and sat back into my chair.

"Sorry," I scratched my head and smiled softly. I didn't want to freak him out, but he was just too damn irresistible. His face showed that he was a little confused but I brushed it off.

The movie was coming to an end and we both stood up to leave with our untouched snacks, tossing them out as we left. Walking out of the theater, we found my car. We both climbed in and buckled up.

Before I could even start my car, I felt a vibration in my pocket, a long repeated one that signaled a phone call. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. Who the fuck was interrupting our "date"!

It was from an unknown number, I hesitated but swiped over the answer button.

"You are receiving a call from California Department of Corrections, if you would like to answer a collect call from, Vincent Hart, please press one." An automated phone system said, sounding robotic. My heart jumped into my throat. My father? What the fuck does he want? Shit!

I press one and waited for his voice to come through.

"Cooper, you answered!" I heard his gruffy voice crackle over the phone line."Thanks man, knew you were a good one."