Red Side of the Moon

XII

"Uh oh, Howell's limping again," Chris teased.
"At least I'm having sex," I smirked.
"Yeah, yeah, don't rub it in."
"Hm, that's what I thought."

I brushed my hair back before I started biting on my nails. Louise flashed me a confused look as she grabbed onto my left arm. I jolted forward with a huff as I rolled my eyes.

"Jesus, what?"
"Since when do you wear rings?" she asked.
"Since Phil gave me one."
"Was it like a graduation gift?"
"No..."
"Then what was it... no..."
"No what?" Chris asked.
"This fuck tart is engaged," she gasped. "When did it happen? How did he do it?"
"I actually did it. He just got the ring."
"Sweetie, that doesn't make sense."
"Well, after we did what we needed to do on my birthday, I was so caught up in the moment I asked him to marry me."
"You asked him to marry you after he fucked you?"
"Yes, ma'am, that's what I said."
"That still doesn't answer why he got you the ring rather than vice versa?"
"He didn't wanna tell people how we got engaged, so he 'proposed' to me so we could tell people that way rather than my way."
"Oh, gotcha."

***

"What time is Phil picking you up?" Mum asked.
"He should be here around four," I replied.

I reached pass Mum for an apple in the fruit bowl and she couldn't help but notice my ring. She grabbed my wrist and pulled it towards her. I let out a huff and nearly dropped my Granny Smith apple.

"Ow! What?"
"What's this? How long have you had this?"
"A few weeks. Why?"
"What is it?"
"A gift."
"From who?"
"Phil."
"Was it like a birthday gift or something?"
"Yeah, sorta," I shrugged.
"It looks pricy."
"That's cause it is."
"May I see it?"
"I'm not taking it off."
"Why not? What's so special about it?"
"Fine, there's no use in hiding it now..."
"What are you on about?"
"Phil and I are engaged..."
"You're joking, right?"
"I don't see the issue."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I mean, I'm sixteen now and we've been together for like three years. Plus, we're not getting married right away—it's not even legal yet."
"I think it's ridiculous, but you do whatever you want. It is your life after all."
"Why do you think it's ridiculous?"
"Because you're still a kid. You're most likely gonna meet someone better down the road."
"What do you have against Phil?"
"Nothing, he seems like a perfectly good boy. You're just so young, Daniel."
"So you just don't like the fact that I'm growing up. That's what you're essentially saying."
"No, Daniel, that's not it."

Phil: here, baby
Dan: come on in
Phil: k

"Look, Phil and I are gonna get married some day and we're going to live happily ever after."
"Dan, where are you?" Phil called.
"Kitchen!"
"You could've just told me he's here and left, y'know," Mum said.
"Yeah, but then you would've been annoyed and I just didn't wanna deal with that."
"Hey," Phil smiled as he kissed my cheek. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on top of my head.
"Hi," I beamed.
"I'm not annoyed, Dan. Phil, congrats on the engagement."
"Thank you, ma'am," he said. "Where's your overnight bag?"
"On my bed," I mumbled.
"I'll go grab it."
"Oh, you don't need to."
"But I want to." He kissed the back of my head. "Be right back."

He ran upstairs to grab my belongings while I continued leaned over the counter talking to Mum. She blinked aimlessly a few times at Phil's politeness before turning back to me.

"Wow..."
"Wow what?"
"He's nicer than I remember..."
"That's how he's always been."
"If you say so. Anyway, when will you be back? Monday?"
"Yeah, maybe."
"What do you mean maybe?"
"I'm think about moving in with Phil."
"Why?"
"Cause I'm going to Manchester Uni and it's cheaper than dorming. So I'll see you when I see you."
"You ready to go?" Phil asked
"Yep. Bye, mum."
"Bye, I guess..." she waved. "Oh, and Daniel."
"Yeah?"
"If you do anything–"
"Mum," I groaned.
"Be safe about it, okay?"
"We will be." I wrapped my arm around his waist and smiled up at Phil. "I promise."

***

"Oh my god," I whined.

Phil had backed me into a wall and started sucking a hickey into my collarbone. I ran my fingers through his hair as he started palming me through my jeans.

"Take these off," he muttered.

He unbuttoned my jeans and reached into my pants to started jacking me off. I held in a throaty moan as I firmly grabbed onto his bicep.

"Mm, fuck," I whined. "Phil, stop."
"What's wrong?" he whispered, "you okay?"
"Yeah, I just wanna try something new..." His eyes widened as he blinked aimlessly a few times.
"Um... okay... what do you wanna try?"
"You seem shocked?" I chuckled.
"If you wanna try topping, that's something that's just not happening."
"And miss your dick filling me up?" I giggled as I nibbled on his earlobe. "Mm, never, babe."
"What do you want to try?"
"You'll see."

I dropped to my knees and dug the heel of my palm into his half-hard member. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he held a firm grip on my head. I was quick to unbutton his jeans and pull them down, along with his pants. The pile of clothing collected at his ankles, but he didn't seem to care. I started stroking him, trying to tease him as much as I could. Then, he yanked on my hair.

"Ah!" I hissed.
"Stop teasing, baby. If you're gonna suck, then fucking suck."
"Mm, what if I don't wanna do it anymore?"
"Then I suddenly don't wanna fuck you anymore," he teased. "All joking aside, just go slow and make sure you're comfortable. I'll guide you through it."

I flashed him a quick smile before kissing at his hip bone. I tried leaving a hickey, but couldn't exactly do it—it looks much simpler in the movies. I eventually gave up and started making my way to the base of his shaft.

Phil sucked in a breath through his nose as I licked up his growing member. I eventually got to the tip and teasingly ran my tongue through his slit. I took the head of his cock in my mouth, started sucking, and hoping for the best. Phil's fingers stayed woven in my hair as he gently guided me up and down his length.

"Mm, just like that, baby. You are doing so good."

I looked up to him with doughy eyes, making his heart melt--he continued running his hands through my hair as he guided me up and down swiftly. After a few minutes I felt his tip hit the back of my throat, and naturally, I gagged. I pushed against his hips as a reflex and tried catching my breath. Phil dropped to his knees and grabbed the sides of my face to try and calm me down during my coughing fit.

"Hey, shh..." he cooed. "It's okay," he whispered, "you're okay..." He rubbed my back and pushed my hair out of my beet red face. Tears slightly stained my cheeks as I eventually managed to breathe somewhat normally through my nose. "Daniel, look at me," he said. I pouted and just barley made eye contact with him. "You did so good, baby. I'm so proud of you."
"Really?" I mumbled.
"Of course... are you okay?" I nodded. "Good... hey, baby?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna do anything you want tonight."
"Anything?" He giggled a bit before placing a soft kiss on my lips.
"Anything..."