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Blaze Chapter 19

Two of Beatle's fingers slid into the waistband of my boxers, just sitting there. I wanted him to do something but at the same time I didn't even know what I wanted him to do. I grabbed the back of his head with my palm and crashed our lips together. Our teeth clashed painfully and it was one of the messiest kisses of my life, but it was still perfect because it was Beatle.

I dragged my hand down from his neck to his pants and back up again, feeling him shudder and moan above me; I was ecstatic. Beatle moaning into my mouth seemed to be enough to distract me as he fully plunged his hand into my boxers. I was torn between feeling self-conscious and wanting to run away and begging him to do something. When he parted our lips to look at my expression I threw my arm over my face to cover my blush.

"Your hand is fucking cold," I muttered, causing him to lean back slightly and laugh, his whole body shaking over mine. But the coldness of his touch didn't deter me from raising my hips up to his hand, practically begging for more. I don't think I could have stopped myself from doing it if I wanted to, it was reflexive. He just quirked an eyebrow at me with a small smirk.

Beatle began to stroke me and I moaned out loudly, arching my back to push myself further into his hand. I immediately covered my eyes out of embarrassment, causing Beatle to laugh again. He pulled down on my pants and boxers, giving him better access. He used his other hand to move mine away from my face and placed a short kiss on my lips, before travelling down. He kissed down my jaw, leaving marks behind as he continued downwards, dragging his tongue from my chest to my stomach. I gasped at the amazing feeling before biting my lip as I remembered there was still a child in this house.

It wasn't until I felt his tongue running over my tip that I broke out of my state of pleasure with my hand wound in his hair and pulled him away.

"Wait, stop," I gasped, it was getting hotter in the room and harder to breathe. I felt like I had just run a marathon; my heart was beating so loudly I was sure he could hear it, I felt like it was shaking my whole body.

"Too much too soon?" His green eyes seemed to pierce my own; he looked so amazing even with his hair messed up from me pulling at it. I wouldn't be surprised if I looked like a melted puddle on his bed, because that was how I felt.

"No, it's not that."

"Then, what is it?" Beatle ran his fingers through his hair, almost like he was nervous. But maybe he was, I had just never stopped to think about it.

"I want to be able to return the favour. If you do that then I know I can't."

He pushed my misplaced hair from my face and let his hand slide down before stopping on my cheek and using it to pull himself in to kiss me. "El, you don't have to do anything. I'm doing this because I want to," he said in a hushed tone that made me smile.

And so he started his descent again, kissing down my jaw and my neck. Except this time when he got to my chest he stopped at one of my nipples, taking the small bead between his fingers. I couldn't decide if it was painful or not, all I knew was that I liked it. I really liked it.

I curled my fingers around Beatle's hand that was next to my head, unsure of what I should do with myself. I was incredibly selfish, but right now I could accept that. After finishing his assault on my chest he continued downwards.

My lip was shredded inside from my attempts at being quiet, but even I couldn't contain the sound that came from me as Beatle's mouth encircled my cock.

I opened my mouth to try and tell him how indescribably amazing it felt, but I soon realized my mouth was unable to form words.

"I- Oh God, I- ugh," I breathed out. Beatle peered up at me and it was going on my list of the most gorgeous things I had seen in my life. One of his hands was settled on my hip and he drew small circles on it with the pad of his thumb.

It was so overwhelmingly amazing and my back arched slightly as I moaned. I felt my stomach start to clench from the pure pleasure and then-

Oh, shit.

I quickly pushed Beatle away before I released into his mouth. It didn't stop it from getting all over my stomach and in his hair though.

"Thanks for the warning," he muttered sarcastically, raking his fingers through his hair to try and get it out, the attempt was pretty futile though. I closed my eyes in embarrassment and I felt my cheeks heating up ridiculously.

"I'm so sorry."

"You're so cute when you blush." He pecked my lips before jumping off of me and to his feet.

"I should probably shower, here." He threw me a box of Kleenex that hit me square in the chest. I couldn't help but feel guilty that he had just blown me but yet walked away to shower when he was obviously hard and I was doing nothing about it.

Beatle disappeared into the bathroom that was joined to his bedroom, and I sat there for a moment.

Come on, Elliot. You have to do something for him. Grow a pair, go jump in that shower.

I rubbed my eyes with one hand and began to push myself off the bed. I took a deep breath as I shed my clothes onto the floor and pushed the door to the bathroom open, standing in front of the shower. It was covered by a curtain so I couldn't see him and he couldn't see me, which usually would have been a good thing, but right now it was just giving me more time to chicken out.

I paced back and forth quietly from one end of the bathroom to the other, my head in my hands nearly the whole time.

What the fuck was I thinking? I don't have the balls to just get in the shower with him.

I sighed and gripped the sink, looking into the mirror as if it would give me some kind of confidence. It didn't.

"Could you just stop standing there and get in the goddamned shower?" Beatle jested and I froze for a moment.

"How did you know I was in here?" I asked in panic; it was too late to back out now.

"I head the door open, you weren't exactly quiet."

I took in a breath so big that my chest felt near exploding. I was shaking and I didn't know if it was from the cold floor tiles or the situation, but I could honestly say I was relieved that Beatle had heard me come in because it would have been a whole lot more awkward if he got out of the shower and I was still standing here naked and trying to decide what to do with myself.

I slowly pulled back the shower curtain enough for me to step into the shower, Beatle had his back turned to me, but I could already see where his hand was, he was jerking himself off. I bit my lip and lightly touched his shoulder. I wanted him to turn around but I wasn't assertive enough to try and physically move him, plus even if I tried there was no way I would be able to move him.

He carefully turned to face me -this shower was small and definitely not made to fit both of us, which was something I probably should have taken into consideration before now.

I pressed my lips urgently against his, allowing him complete dominance over the kiss. He bit my lips lightly and I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to explore mine like I had many times before. I lightly trailed my hand down his chest in-between us.

I replaced his hand on his dick with mine and he moaned into the kiss, causing me to smile. Having Beatle in my hand like this was something I had never experienced to this extent yet, I felt so in control. I was making him moan. I bit my bottom lip hard to keep from smiling like the Joker because if Beatle ever did open his eyes I'm pretty sure it would scare the crap out of him.

He groaned loudly and after a few minutes he came into my hand, landing some on his own stomach. He was panting lightly and some of his hair was stuck to his face awkwardly and I could have sworn he never looked more beautiful than in that moment.

"Why haven't we done this before?" He asked, talking uneven breaths.

"I have no idea," I replied honestly, and he crashed his lips onto mine again.

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