Teenage Bones

Just Teenagers

"Are you sure?" I ask again, to make sure completely.

"Yes! We have to try it eventually anyway! Do it!" He says.

Going for the same spot seemed smart, it was less likely to hurt him if it didn't before. I neared his neck, letting my lips cool the area before biting hard. I underestimated how much my teeth would sink and reminded me of a hot knife cutting butter. I bit way too far but I got nothing out of Tyler but sexually moaning and hot, thick blood. It was like a waterfall and it was made a hundred times better when Tyler flipped our positions, laying me down and covering me with his body, situating himself between my legs. The teeth marks had already begun to heal. Tyler looks at me, hair messed up and sweating.

"You can bite me again, it didn't hurt at all this time." I know I look hesitant. "Please, Es."

He leans down and kisses my neck gently. Taking it as an invitation, I sink my teeth gently into his neck, higher than the healing marks. Tyler rubs himself between my legs, earning many moans from me as a steady flow of blood made it's self a path down my throat. My legs form a bridge around his hips, pulling him closer to me. The blood was intoxicating and his touch only made it better as well as building to the fuelled fire. The tension started to build in my stomach, shivers danced their way up my spine and butterflies made their home in my stomach. Our bodies rubbed each other the right way as if we'd know each other forever- which we hadn't, but at this moment, it didn't feel like it. The bubble just below my stomach started to build tension the more I drank from him and the more he rubbed against me. 

Tyler broke away, stripping off his shirt and jeans. I was completely discombobulated, the area around me spinning whenever I tried to sit up. His fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans, not pulling them down. There are a few moments of silence when I realize he's asking for permission, to which I push them off myself and he just pulls them the full way, dropping them to the floor without second thoughts. His neck was covered one side in a thin layer of blood, some drying. I didn't even wanna know what my face looked like. With a hand supporting my back and another on my butt, he pulls me onto his lap, letting me straddle him. Kisses were planted on my shoulders as I bit deeply into his neck, making a note to apologize afterward.

"Fuck," his breath on my skin made it crawl in pleasure. "Do that again. Please."

Following his pleas, I bit over the already bloody site, deeper than that one. A burst of blood flowed down my throat and he groans, although it's closer to a growl. I don't realize I'm grinding against him until he begins to reciprocate the movement, kissing down my chest. His slender fingers hook into the back of my bra and as a yes, I bit harder into his neck. Tyler's moan was almost perfect, dropping the bra into the pile and kneading my breasts carefully. The bubble began to ring intensity and I know Tyler felt it too, responding to every movement as if he was also on the edge and close. Taking one of my hands from his neck, I rub his member in the right direction, feeling the intensity with him, just as he had done every time I'd bite him. He sucks in a breath.

"Es, if we keep going, you're gonna be really tempting and we haven't even kissed yet." His whispers are directly in my ear, making my spine shiver.  Pulling back from his neck and not thinking, I kiss Tyler. His mouth is warm but we share the metallic taste of his blood which he doesn't seem so fond of, but he's fond of my lips. Melting into him was easy when he held you to him. When we break, breathless, I hug him. He doesn't ask questions and I didn't know how to describe the stars.

"Do you want to?" I whisper and I shiver, stroking my spine with his fingertips.

"Fuck yes." Tyler calms for a second. "Do you?" He whispers gently.

Instead of answering, I jump off of his lap, removing his boxers for him and he pounces on top of me, spinning us so I am on top. Somehow, he removes my grey underwear and kisses my shoulder and collarbones, sucking in the perfect spot and driving me mad. He didn't react until I climbed onto his member and I bit into the opposite side of his neck than before, at the same time. Tyler's whimpers and moans are encouragement as I rode him while drinking from him, and it was rebuilding the intensity quickly. Every cell in my body was dancing and all I could think of is feeling more. As if reading my mind, his fingers dig into my hip just as I claw at his back and pull his hair. The blood started to slow so I bite again but harder than I have yet. It sends us both over the edge.

"Esmé!" He groans as we both rode out our intensity.  I let his poor red neck go and climb off of him, setting down beside him instead.

We're silent, listening to our breaths as they race each other. 

"Please say you want to do that again sometime," Tyler says, gulping.

"Only if you want to." My eyes peer up at his, trying to avoid all the blood coating his neck. His answer was a lopsided grin.

_*_

Dressed in his top and pink thongs, I am fresh out of the shower, I just sit in bed waiting for him to appear after drinking some water and eating something to help with the blood loss- even though he claimed he 'feels better than ever'. Tyler saunters into the room, no blood in sight, and settles in bed with me, putting his arm around me.

"Tyler?"

"Hmm?"

"Did it hurt? The biting?" Preparing for the answer, I hid in his arm and stared at him through a small gap.

"I promise you, the knife hurt a hell of a lot more. I didn't feel it at all, it makes me wonder if you were just giving me a bunch of really good hickeys." I giggle.

"That's surprising. I nearly bit halfway through your throat."

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't," he smiles at my hiding face. "Now, I remember promising a certain woman some dinner?"

"I thought going outside was a risk?" I might not know why, but it seems smart. For some reason, I am highly valuable to the lab so it would mean they would at least send out search parties.

Tyler grazed my forehead with his lips gently, laying with my hair, "we won't know unless we try. Remember you're dead though right? So we have to put you in a disguise of some sort, dye your hair or whatever. Get some jeans on and we'll get going."

_*_

"I hate this." 

Tyler has just pulled out of the flat. I'm in his beat-up two, door pergot and he drives like he on a constant high. The traffic isn't bad and he takes the opportunity to zoom everywhere, weaving around cars and changing gears like they were Dorito dips. Me? I have my seatbelt fastened tightly and I'm latched to the door, holding on for dear life, another hand on the dashboard. In the back seat, there is a baby seat with airplanes all over- I know it's Jace's.

"Relax, we're nearly there anyway. It's all good." he then pulls the steering wheel and drives into a parking lot, an irritated beep sounds from behind us. The car gets parked in between two rovers and the sound of the hand brake being pulled us nearly makes me laugh out of relief.

"I'm driving back." 

We start walking to a small Chinese restaurant that Tyler picked out for me, I didn't know how he knew Chinese food is my favorite. When we walk in, the tabled are filled by laughing couples and family, the waiters look like they are also enjoying the atmosphere. A short Chinese woman runs over to us by the door, smiling with a small pad and red pen.

"Do you two want a seat? Have you made a reservation?" She asks us.

"Yes, I made one a couple of hours ago for a table for two, over the phone for eight?" Tyler answers, grazing my hand lightly with his fingertips and making swirls on the inside of my hand. The waitress spots it but says nothing, taking out a smartphone looking device from the pocket of her uniform.

"Could I have your name?" She askes, tapping the screen.

"Tyler Black."

She taps the screen more and looks up, pocketing the device. "Would you like to follow me?" And walks us to the back tables with two seats, a candle litten in the middle and read table cloths.

Tyler helps me in my seat and sits opposite me, taking my hand under the table.