A Talk (Cray x Bazz)

Are you Ready?

Bazz's POV:

We walked outside. The cool air whirled in our faces as we stepped into the streets. The streetlights seemed lighter than before, and my palms a bit less sweaty. After all, I was the one in charge. I held my head up high as I strolled down the street. I peered over at Cray who wore a content smile upon his face. His cheeks were rosy and I thought I could see his eyes light up amongst the lamps. I owned a personal home just a few miles down from the Click house. Once we had reached my faded grey Jeep, I opened the door for Cray to enter. I drove us to my house where we decided to lay down in my bedroom. I offered him a drink, and he hastily accepted. I made us two rums and lit a candle. I turned on the television and asked Cray what he wanted to watch. We decided on listening to music for a bit until we were fairly intoxicated. Cray leaned his head softly against my chest. I slowly slipped my arm around the back of his neck and rested it gently, ever so slightly rubbing his faint, thin hairs.

Cray's POV:

Though it was a cold night, laying next to Bazz made me feel warm. I could sense the passion radiating from him, causing tingles that chased down my spine. His large, comforting hand ran through my hair. I couldn't think of any place I'd rather have been then right there in that moment. Bazz had been one of my best friends for years. I always sensed a sort of familiar sexual tension between us. Paris had been a bit of a blur, but of what I remember, we had an amazing time. I wondered what was racing through his mind. His large figure dominated my own. I moved in closer to him, my hand moving from his chest down to his stomach. Bazz's hips buckled and I could feel his shoulders fall loose. He wanted me to go farther. I slowly shifted my hand to his belt. I unlatched the buckle, and slowly moved in closer.

Bazz's POV:

I had never felt more exhilaration than at this moment. My mind was blurry, but I felt as though something was released from within me. His nimble fingers slowly undid my belt, releasing the built up tension that was contained in my jeans. Cray took of my baseball cap and placed it on the side dresser. He shifted his legs so that within seconds he was straddling me. Thank god he loosened my pants. If he hadn't, I think I would have burst from the seams. As I had with any other girl before, I lifted his white tank top. It revealed Cray's unbelievably muscular frame. I knew deep down that this was going to be a different experience. Cray was a man. He was strong, deep, and charming. I could hardly contain myself. Cray grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face to his. His soft lips pressed against mine, as he pushed me hard against the bed frame. Things were moving fast. He sprung up, removing his tight jeans. I could see he was as excited as I. He pulled my jeans off the rest of the way as I yanked off my sweatshirt.  He was was back on top of me. I could see his defined features in the flickering light of the candle. He kissed my neck slowly and tenderly once again as he whispered suggestively in my ear, "Are you ready?"