Weekends

44- Teaching and Together- D

Brendon has been acting strange since we went to the field with my sister. I don't think he's still upset about me bickering with my sister, and I asked him multiple times. He just would just shy away and not really answer me. He'd said something about me being weird when we were at the field. I know that I was being touchy, but I thought I was usually pretty affectionate with him. I can't help wanting to touch him, and I definitely can't help my teenage hormones. I've been trying not to be so touchy because I don't want to excite myself, and I don't want to make my innocent boyfriend uncomfortable.

I walked in my room and saw Brendon laying at the end of my bed. He looked lost in thought. I sat next to him and kissed his forehead. He smiled and looked up at me. "You ready to talk about what you've been thinking about," I asked, carding my fingers through his soft hair. He chewed on his lip before closing his eyes and sighing. "I don't know. It-it's not a big d-deal," he said quietly. "B, I want to know what's bothering you. I feel like you've been uncomfortable with me lately," I told him. He put his arm over his eyes. "D-Dall, I really don't w-wanna b-be a-assuming anything," he spoke with much hesitation. "Then, tell me what you're thinking about, so I can tell you if it's a valid assumption or not. I promise that I won't be mad." His hand had found my own at some point and was holding tightly. "I just- I-I feel like you've b-been touching me a-a lot b-but also l-like you're r-restraining your-yourself from-fr-from something. I-I don't know. I-I'm probably completely o-off base. I'm s-sorry," he spoke quickly, and he looked nervous.

"You're not off base, B. I just don't want to make you uncomfortable. Sleeping in bed with you every night and getting to share everyday with you makes me feel so so in love with you, and I want to show you, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable," I tried my best to be vague but not so vague that he couldn't tell that I was telling him that I kind of wanted to be intimate with him. I knew that he'd never done anything that, so it was hard to say outright. Like, I was his first kiss, and he didn't even know what a hickey was until I gave him one. His innocence was adorable, but I didn't want to make him uncomfortable ever.

Then, he asked the question I dreaded most in times like these. "W-what do you mean," he spoke softly. "I um I've been thinking about us, and us doing stuff," I said hesitantly. "Oh, you mean st-stuff," he said. I felt a pit of guilt grow in my stomach as his faced turned a deep red. "W-we don't have to do anything! I'm not trying to pressure you to do anything, I was just saying that's uh why I've been touchy," I tried to explain. Brendon removed his hand from mine and sat up. My heart was about to beat out of my chest, and I could feel my face reddening too. What the fuck had I done? I really messed up. Brendon took a deep breath, and just as I was about to apologize and tell him to forget everything I'd said, he stopped me.

He put his legs on either side of my lap and let his arms rest behind my neck. I was still. He rested his forehead on mine and closed his eyes, sighing softly. "D-Dallon, I-I love you," he whispered. I tried to ignore the light feeling in my chest. "I love you too, B." My heart was beating quickly as he leaned in and kissed me. He kissed me softly, but I don't think he knew how to do it any differently. I deepened the kiss, pushing my lips against his with more force. His lips parted in surprise, and I took that as an invitation. He let my tongue dart between his lips as we kissed heatedly. He whined slightly as I bit into his lip softly. I put my hand up to his cheek and pulled back.

Brendon's cheeks were flushed, his pupils were dilated, and his pretty lips were slightly swollen. I let my thumb run over his bottom lip, pulling it down. His focus kept switching from my eyes to my lips as I looked over his tinted face. He was beautiful. "W-when is y-your f-amily going to be out-out of the house," he asked, his gaze not moving from my lips. "I think my parents are taking her to the movies tomorrow night, so they'll probably be gone for a bit." My heart was hammering in my chest. "Could-could w-we um maybe t-try y-y'know," he trailed off. I kissed his lips quickly. "Yeah, baby, we can do whatever you'd like," I told him. He smiled shyly and kissed me again. It was softer this time, but I could tell that he was still a bit excited.

"Dallon, I-I love you m-more than a-anything in the-the whole world," he said when we broke apart. He smiled and rested his head on my shoulder. "I love you more than you could ever imagine," I told him. He planted a kiss on my neck, and I shivered. He'd never done anything but kiss my lips. "What w-was that," he asked, sitting up. "I don't know. It's been a while since somebody kissed me there, so I guess my body reacted differently," I said, kind of embarrassed. "I-I don't know how to really kiss your n-neck. Can y-ou show me?" I nodded and pushed Brendon back so he was laying down.

I placed my lips on his neck and felt his breath hitch. I continued kissing over the sensitive skin and listening to his stuttered breathing. "So, you just kiss like this," I whispered against his skin as I kissed at his neck softly. "You can also suck on the skin, and it can form a love bite if you do it long enough," I told him, but I don't think he was listening. His eyes were closed, and he had a hand on my back like he was holding me closer. "Is this all feeling okay," I asked. He nodded, opened his hooded eyes, and pushed me back a little. "I-I'm gonna try o-on you," he said nervously. "Okay, Bren. Let me know if you have any questions or anything," I said and let him flip our positions so that my back was on the bed and he was over me.

He carefully put his lips on mine and kissed me softly. It was almost like he was hyping himself up. He kissed over my jaw and moved down to my neck. His lips delicately danced over my skin, causing my heart to best faster in my chest. Brendon kept placing small soft kisses over my neck until he got to a spot that made my breath hitch. "What w-was tha-at," he asked, continuing to kiss that spot. "Uh I dunno," I muttered in a daze. Brendon's lips felt amazing as they graced over my skin but even better when he started sucking lightly along with it.

I hummed deeply as he sucked on my sweet spot. His tongue darted out a bit and licked the skin there. My skin erupted with goose bumps because Brendon was driving me crazy. I tried to focus on my breathing, but then Brendon put his hands under my shirt and let them roam over my skin. I shivered and almost let out an embarrassing sound as he made eye contact with me. He pushed up the fabric of my shirt and kissed my bare chest. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe, and I was loving every second of it.

I pulled him up to where I was laying and had him lay beside me. We kissed at each other's lips until we heard the door to my bedroom open and my mom clear her throat. Brendon and I both looked up at her with red faces and likely with hickeys over both of our necks. "Dinner is ready," she said, raising an eyebrow at me as I shrunk into my sheets, desperately trying to cover myself up to my chin. "We'll be right down," I muttered. She left the room, and I groaned at how embarrassing and awkward that was. "That s-sucked," Brendon laughed. "It did, and as much as I'd love to keep making out with you, we've got to get downstairs before my mom suspects anything," I told him before pressing one more soft kiss to his lips and getting out of bed.