Curious?

CHAPTER EIGHT - Mature Content

      We eat our pizzas and keep chatting. Shawn tells me a bit more about his family, how he grew up and came to fame — I mean, I do know his singles, but I didn't know much else, and I think he enjoyed telling me his side of the story.
      We finish up in the kitchen, and I get up to go to the bathroom. When I come back, Shawn has made us two more vodka sodas, and I guess it makes sitting with each other and doing nothing a bit less awkward.
"Do you wanna go sit in the living room? We'll be more comfortable," Shawn offers.
"Sure," I say as I pick up my drink and follow him.

      We sit down not unlike we were last time I was here. But tonight, I don't plan on leaving in a hurry. I had such a good time with Shawn, the conversation was great, and I really feel like he's comfortable with me.
      We finish our drinks, and he takes my glass to put both his and mine down on the coffee table. I'm having déjà vu as he sits back, and our knees touch. I give him that same look I did yesterday, and Shawn smiles. He brings a hand to my face.
"Now, let me do it right, this time."
      He leans in and closes his eyes, and I close mine as I feel his lips on my smile. I was afraid he'd be a bit timid, but he definitely left that behind. He moves his lips in sync with mine, and his hand moves down from my face to my neck and shoulder. I reciprocate the intensity of the kiss and bring my hands to his sides. I feel for his abs, for his back, all the way up to his broad shoulders. He brings his large hand over to my face and pushes my hair back. He backs away for a second, and when I open my eyes, I see that he's already been looking at me. My breathing is heavy from the making out and I'm not too sure of how I look, seeing as I was not concentrating on that 10 seconds ago, so I have no idea why Shawn is smiling. But he moves his hands down to the nape of my neck now, and kisses me again. I can feel his tongue dancing with mine, and I grab his hair. I never thought I'd touch the infamous curls, and yes, they are as soft as they look.
      I moan a bit into our kiss, which makes Shawn chuckle. He takes that opportunity to lean me back, so I lie on the couch and he climbs on top of me. He keeps kissing me and running his hand over my neck and face, but he doesn't go further down. So, still kissing, I bring my hand on his and guide him down to my chest. I leave it there, and he fumbles around a bit before bringing it back up to support himself over me. I gather I should be the one doing most of the groping in this position, so I start with his shoulders, and make my way down his back. His shirt moves a little and my hands are on his warm skin. I feel him flinch a little, but he doesn't stop kissing me, so I keep them there. I move them up as well, concentrating on how Shawn feels under my fingers so much I almost don't feel his lips go down my neck. I smile as I reach for the bottom of his shirt and I pull it all the way over his head.
      Shawn sits up and takes it all off, but he doesn't come back down to meet me. He has a look on his face that is very different than what it was a minute ago.
"Are you okay?" I ask him.
"Yeah, it's just... First date, you know?"
"Uhm, no I don't. What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't usually end up half-naked on top of anyone two hours into a first date," Shawn chuckles.
"Oh. I'm sorry, you kissed me and I just went with it," I apologize.
"Yeah! And that's okay, that was very fun. I just need to slow down a bit," he says as a smile spreads on his face and he gets off of me.

      Shawn puts his shirt back on — to my dismay — and we sit back on the couch. He tries to change the subject, bring it back to a lighter topic, but I can't help but notice how he shifts in his seat and how his pants seem significantly tighter around his crotch. I chuckle to myself.
"What's so funny?" Shawn asks me.
"Oh. Uhm, nothing," I try to wave him off, but he sees me look down. "Is it the idea of your first time with a guy exciting you like that?"
"Wha- I-" he stutters.
      I lean in closer to him.
"Look, I was trying to forget it ever happened, but if you want to count yesterday as our first date, you could let me take care of that for you," I whisper as I run my hand on his thigh.
      Shawn bites his lip and laughs, throwing his head back. He looks back at me and kisses me, and I take that as agreement. I run my hands to his belt buckle and undo it while we're still kissing. I unbutton his jeans and unzip them to reveal the Calvin Klein boxer briefs — what else did I expect? I try to pull down his pants, but it doesn't work with him sitting down so he turns to one side and then to the other, shifting down his pants each time. I can feel him smile through our kiss, which reassures me. I mean, he's never had a guy touch him like I'm about to touch him, and he could've been uneasy.
      I grab his hard cock above his boxers, and I immediately feel his hand on mine. He throws his head back and open his mouth like he's moaning, but no sound comes out. I stopped moving, unsure if it was a good reaction or not, but I feel Shawn move my hand on his dick and let go, slightly thrusting his hips. I smirk at him, but he can't see me, and I start rubbing him over the fabric. Then, I bring both hands to the elastic band at the top and bring it slightly down so I can take out his cock. I start stroking it and I add a bit of saliva to help my hand glide. I start kissing on his neck again as I tease Shawn with different rhythms and pressure.
      On any other occasion, I'd probably want to suck him off, too, but I don't know if he can handle that right now. So I'm sucking on his neck instead, and I try my best not to leave a mark — what am I, in high school? — but it's too easy and so fun. I run my thumb over the tip of his dick, smear a bit of pre-cum, and I hear him grunt. I lift my head to look at him.
"You like that, don't you."
"Yeah. Fuck. It's just your hand, how-"
"A hand that knows exactly what you like," I reply as I run my thumb in circles over his head, causing him to grunt again.
      I grab the back of his head with one hand and pull him into a kiss, and I keep stroking his cock more and more vigorously with the other. I can feel him tense up, and I say into the kiss:
"It's okay, let go. Cum for me."
"Yeah?" he whispers back as he scrunches his face.
      I can feel he's so close, so I keep going until I know I only have a second left. I plunge my head down and wrap my lips around his head to catch his load in my mouth and all I hear is Shawn moan as he cums, maybe a bit more intensely than he would have.

      I let him finish — literally — and get up to go spit it out. I rinse my mouth as I don't know if Shawn likes to taste himself just yet, and I go back to the couch. I find him dressed again, but still sitting in that same spot. When he sees me, he gets up and stands in front of me. He's a few inches taller than me, especially this close, so he looks down at me and smirks before kissing my lips slowly.
"I'm so glad this was our second date."

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