Untouchable (boyxboy)

Chapter 16

Isaac is sweet to me, sliding beneath the covers, close but not quite touching. We lie face-to-face on our sides, heads resting on our arms.

I haven't shared a bed with anyone since I was a kid, and it feels a little strange—intimate and charged with a pleasant, mild tension—but not uncomfortable.

"How are you so beautiful?" he asks distractedly, playing with my hair.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I laugh. "You're the good-looking one."

"No way," he shakes his head. "I've never seen a guy as pretty as you before."

I make a face.

"I'm not saying you look like a girl," he says quickly. "You're...I can't explain it." He frowns, his eyes traveling my features with a careful scrutiny that makes me glad that, overall, I have pretty good skin. "You're a man, no mistake, but...I've never felt this way looking at a man before. Like I want you all to myself—forever."

He lifts a hand and gently strokes the side of my face. Then he leans in to kiss me, but stops, his lips almost touching mine. "Can I? Kiss you, I mean?"

Rather than answer, I lift myself just enough to close the gap, and touch my lips to his.

Taking the invitation, he pushes me back into the pillow with the gentle press of his mouth, and I feel the hot, wet tip of his tongue slide along the seam of my lips.

I part them, and he deepens the kiss with a soft sound at the base of his throat—a breathy, deep-toned sigh.

Letting him take the lead, I lie back and close my eyes.

A week ago, I couldn't have imagined enjoying something like this. I'd have thought it would be disgusting—the exchange of saliva, his tongue sliding over mine—but somehow it's not, and as his fervor increases, I realize that some of the quiet gasps and little wordless sounds are coming from me.

I'm definitely turned on, and when he slides his hand down my abdomen and beneath the band of my briefs, my whole body jolts with the shock of his touch.

Misunderstanding my reaction, he stops and pulls away from me. "Sorry," he says, his eyes searching mine and his shoulders rising and falling with his breath. "I got carried away."

"No, it's okay—really," I assure him quickly. "It's...good." My face heats at my own words, but I don't let myself look away from his eyes.

"Really? You're not just saying that?" he asks, brows creasing.

I remember what he said about not being able to trust my words, and decide I'd better be honest and clear, and show him what I mean.

"I don't think I'm ready for more, but this..." I bite my bottom lip and slide my hand down his side, feeling the dormant strength in the muscles there, and then gently caress the hardness between his legs. His whole body shivers and he bites off a ragged breath as his pupils spread wide. "This is okay," I finish.

"Felix..." My name on his lips is a sweet sound; gentle music that tells me I'm safe despite the sharp hunger lighting his eyes.

I can't really help with my bandages, but he's more than capable of 'handling' us both. He takes care of himself first, and then takes his time with me. He makes me come while he kisses me, stroking me with one hand while his mouth covers mine, stifling the noises I make with the gentle press of his lips and tongue.

Afterwards we lie together, him curled against my back with one arm around my waist, holding me close.

I'm nearly asleep when he shifts and speaks in my ear.