Il libro di Jaylos

First Things First

taken from: Angel_of_Gryffindor on Ao3

Everywhere touched left a tingle of pleasure, his body was craving more with each shuddered breath, there was barely a thought in his head that was coherent and he was aching for pleasure release.

Unfortunately that is exactly what happened.

Sixteen year old Carlos De Vil had finished his final year of school a month earlier, receiving very impressive scores from his final exams; Carlos was bigger than he had been last year, slightly taller and in clothes size but he still had his classic white tipped hair and freckles everywhere.

Jay, his Arabian boyfriend, had practically been living with Carlos the past month; the young De Vil lived with President Beast and his family since his own mother, Cruella De Vil, had died in a car crash.

At that moment everyone was out; Ben had taken Mal on a date, Beast was in an important meeting with his wife, Belle, by his side and most of the staff had gone grocery shopping.

Carlos had taken the opportunity to cross something off his list of 'things-to-do-before-Jay-goes-to-college'; mainly being to have sex.

At the very thought the young De Vil blushed, before he and Jay had only gone as far as fondling, even then Carlos had stopped to go cool down in the bathroom.

Presently Jay was above Carlos, touching every piece of skin his tanned hands could find, while leaving tons of little hickeys on his boyfriend's neck and Carlos was enjoying himself greatly.

The only problem was that he got carried away and orgasmed without being touched; Carlos bit back a moan, trying not to let on that there was a sticky party in his pants.

"w-wait Jay." Carlos managed to gasp out, tapping him furiously on both shoulders.

Jay wasn't listening, too busy kissing and rubbing himself against Carlos, and as pleasurably as everything still was, after all it's not everyday there's someone to dedicate every thought and movement to a single person, the young De Vil was getting very embarrassed.

"Jay." He said sharply.

The Arabian stopped and looked at Carlos properly, "what's wrong?" he asked breathlessly.

Carlos didn't want to admit that he had just cum from just being touched, "I've got to pee." He managed to say.

At first Carlos didn't know if Jay would let him go; they'd always get so far before the young De Vil would stop them and run away.

Of course Jay would never force his boyfriend to do anything he didn't want to but blue-balls were really starting to hurt.

Jay sighed deeply, trying to stop himself from jumping back onto Carlos and ravishing him till he couldn't walk, and he sat gently on the edge of the bed.

Feeling deeply embarrassed, and a little guilty, Carlos went to the adjoining bathroom; quickly he stripped of his uncomfortable clothes, hiding them in the wash-basket, before giving himself a quick wash in the sink.

"what are you doing?" came Jay's voice from the doorway.

Carlos dropped the washcloth, forgetting he was completely naked for a moment, he span around to face a confused looking Jay.

Jay's face changed to horny amusement, "now that is a wonderful view." He commented, licking his lips slowly.

Squirming under the Arabian's gaze Carlos reached for a towel but Jay was there to stop him in an instant.

"I was just - " Carlos couldn't think of a good excuse, "I had a little problem."

Jay began touching Carlos gently, grazing over nipples and counting freckles, "that's what I was hoping to help you with." Jay whispered teasingly into the young De Vil's ear.