A Talk (Cray x Bazz)

I'm Ready.

Bazz's POV:

Within seconds, Cray was attacking my mouth with his own. He passionately bit my lip, as he shifted on top of me. The passion grew by the second. He slammed me against the back post of the bed, causing me to feel a bit of pain. However, this mattered not to me. I was in a euphoric state, and nothing could drag me down. He moved to my neck, aggressively leaving teeth marks towards my chest. I felt alive. I was resurrected. But then, my mind shifted. I started expressing my more analytical side when I thought of what my friends would think of me if they found out. What do I think of myself? It didn't matter to me right now. This tension, power, grace- it all bursted from within me. I looked once again at his glorious arms, and strong, yet lean abdomen. I stared in awe as he peered down at me.

Cray's POV: 

I stopped for a moment and looked at Bazz- an action I suppose shocked him. I offered a gentle smile, as I slowly lifted up his shirt, revealing a thin, yet strong figure. His arms were muscular and powerful, whereas his middle was thinner. I then allowed him to slowly unbutton his jeans and toss them aside. Seeing as though the latter option wouldn't work out as well, I climbed on top of him once again. We were both in our underwear now. His bare flesh rubbing against mine was intoxicating. I understood that Paris was Bazz's first "exploring experience", so I decided to take the process a bit slower. We were drunk out of our minds in Paris. Here, right now... we were barely tipsy. In a way though, it was my first time with someone I truly cared about- someone I had dreamt about- someone I loved.

Bazz's POV:

I saw that Cray was getting anxious so I moved things along by lightly whispering in his ear, "I'm ready Cray." But was I? Cray's face didn't show a smile, rather a deep, brooding- yet incredibly sexy look. His dog tags still hung upon his bear chest, reflecting the sheds of light from the candles. Things began to speed up. In the blink of an eye, Cray was naked. This shot pulses through my veins, as my heart skipped a beat. I took a deep breath in, because for the first time in my life, something felt right. This was what was supposed to happen. This was what was happening. I couldn't remember Paris as well as I wished, but maybe it was better this way. I could remember how everything feels this time around. I could truly experience Cray. In an instant my boxers were on the apartment floor. I decided to take over. I crawled up behind Cray, who was standing just next to the bed post. I held my hands firmly on his hips as I slobbered on his neck. Cray sighed with delight. I rubbed against him slowly, swaying my hips gently. I then held his head, as I kissed him with passion. I then decided it was time. I slowly slipped inside him, careful not to be rough. In no other instance had I wanted to fully please a person than I did in this moment right now. He released a low groan. He felt amazing. A vicious animal that had been contained for so long leapt from within me. He continued to moan as I sped up. I questioned why I hadn't realized sooner that this what what I truly wanted- what I always craved. It took no time before I started approaching climax. I was almost there. I sank my teeth into his neck and he threw back his head. I grabbed a hold of his hair with a tight grip. All we could feel was each other's sweat. Raw heat radiated from our skin, as our bodies clashed.

Cray's POV:

Bazz was doing amazing. I couldn't feel my legs. I slowly sank into an orgasmic trance. I was shaking. This was it. His larger, slick frame overpowered mine. My eyes began to roll into my head as he reached down. I could swear pure ecstasy dripped from my lips. I breathed heavily, quickly holding onto the tension that raged within me like a wildfire. I then slowly breathed out. I was drained.

Bazz's POV:

I felt his knees buckle as I finished. I could tell he was out of breath, as was I. My hair was soaking wet from the unbearable sweat. Everything felt different. I stepped into my boxers once again and crawled back into bed, facing the ceiling. Cray did the same. He sighed. We both laid in silence for a few minutes. I then looked at him, and he smiled back. Not with his bubbly, cheerful grin, but rather a curious and almost confident, achieved look. I let him see a new side of me tonight. And, oh god help me, but I hope he sees it more.