Skye Blue, page 18
part #6 of Firsts and Forever Series
He sat down again and smiled at me. “I’d been so nervous about tonight, but you completely distracted me and made me feel at ease.”
I, on the other hand, had begun fidgeting like a crazy person all of a sudden. I jumped off the couch and said, “I need to return the things we borrowed to my neighbor.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah. It’s totally the kind of thing I’d forget. Be right back.” I quickly gathered up Franz’s things (and a new coat hanger) and washed the used spoon in the kitchen, then rushed out of the apartment with Dare staring after me.
Hans opened the door when I knocked. “Hi. This stuff is yours, I borrowed it from Franz earlier.” I held out the items and as he took them from me, Franz appeared beside him.
“Is your date over? It went good, yes? You have found a very pretty boy there.”
“It’s not over. He’s upstairs waiting for me.”
“Then why you are not up there right now? Returning of this could have waited.”
“I panicked,” I admitted. “I like this guy so much. God do I like him. But I think we’re about to...you know. I’ve never done...you know before, and I just had to get out of there for a minute and try to calm down.”
“You are the weergin?” Hans asked.
I grinned at that. “Yes. I’m the weergin.”
“We did not be knowing this! Is a big deal for you then, this I understand,” Hans said. “Yuri was my first, but I was not his first. He had many lovers before me.”
Franz rolled his eyes. “Not many. Some.”
I grinned at them. “I always wondered if you two were a couple, but could never be sure.”
Hans said, “Where we are from, you do not be showing affection for your man where people could be seeing it. We learned to be keeping it private. Here is not so bad, but is still habit.”
“Stop talking off his ear, Andrei! He needs to be getting back to his hot sexy man he has upstairs! You want him to be remaining the weergin forever?”
“I do need to get back to him, he must be wondering why I’ve run off like this.” I started to head down the hallway. “Thank you both, for everything.”
They put their arms around each other and smiled cheerfully as they waved and called, “Good luck with the sex!”
Chapter Eight
At the door to my apartment, I paused and took a few deep breaths. When I swung it open, the couch was empty. My heart dropped to my feet.
A moment later though, I heard Dare in the kitchen and relief flooded me. I went to join him, noticing a corkscrew and the open bottle of wine on the counter, along with a couple glasses. They weren’t wine glasses, I didn’t actually have any of those. These were big plastic tumblers. I was classy like that. It was surprising that he’d even found a corkscrew, which must have been left behind by my brother.
“For a really awful couple seconds there, I thought you left,” I told him.
He grinned at me over his shoulder. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I bolted out of here like a total spaz, and you might have found that a bit off-putting.”
“I figured you just needed a minute.”
I came up behind him and slipped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his bare shoulder. “I did, but I’ve pulled myself together now. My very large eastern European bodybuilder neighbors helped. I just found out they’re a couple. I think it’s cute how they’re such a perfect match.”
“It’s too bad that I only met one.” As he was talking, he began gently caressing the backs of my hands, which were interlaced across his stomach.
“Just imagine a photocopy of Yuri, but with blondish hair instead of brownish.”
He was still gently rubbing my hands. After a moment, he asked, “Do you feel like watching a movie or something?”
“You know I only own one movie, and we already watched it together.” I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder.
“I had so much fun that night.”
“Me too.”
He turned to face me, cupping my cheek with his hand. “Skye, we don’t have to do anything else tonight if you’re not ready. I know that’s why you ran off, because you figured we’d reached the bedroom portion of the evening and it scared you. We said we were going to take this slowly, and if you don’t want—”
I cut him off with a long, deep, hungry kiss, and Dare pulled me to him. The moment we gave in to our lust, all my earlier panic evaporated. Nothing mattered, nothing in all the world except getting Dare inside me.
He pulled my t-shirt off and threw it aside before his tongue parted my lips. My hands were shaking as I fumbled with his belt, then his zipper. I actually whimpered as he unzipped my jeans, then pushed his hand inside my briefs, grabbing my ass while his other hand slid up my body.
Dare took charge, which was more than fine with me. As he sucked my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock, he stripped me quickly. My clothes pooled around my ankles and I stepped out of them as I ran my hands over his smooth skin. He splayed a hand out on my back, holding me in place as he gently nibbled my hard nipple and wrapped his other hand around my cock. I was already so aroused that I cried out and told him, “I’m going to cum in about two seconds if you keep doing that.”
Apparently that was the goal. He dropped to one knee and started sucking me, but I was determined to reciprocate this time and pulled him down with me onto the kitchen floor. As soon as I freed his hard-on from his clothes, we took each other in a frantic sixty-nine. I was way too far gone to worry about technique, I just went with sucking as if my life depended on it.
He slid his mouth off my cock after a couple minutes, still gripping it firmly with his big hand as he told me urgently, “Skye, I’m getting close to cumming.”
“Good.” It came out as ‘mmph’ because I kept sucking.
“Oh shit.” He tangled his fingers in my hair and fucked my mouth with a few quick, contained thrusts, then cried out as he began shooting on my tongue. His cum tasted rich and salty and luscious, and I swallowed it eagerly.
He dove back onto my cock and sucked me quickly, and I let out a muffled cry as my own orgasm exploded. I pushed myself between his lips as he grasped my butt and pulled me deeper down his throat. After a few moments of this, I let his spent cock slip from my lips and yelled just like he had.
By the time it was over, I was a panting, sweaty, mass of jelly. I couldn’t even raise my head off the kitchen floor. It was a good minute before I could finally form words, and then I said, “Dare, I’m sorry.”
He seemed just as jelly-like, his arm draped over my hips, his rapid breath warm on my thigh. But he managed to say, “Why on earth are you apologizing?”
“Well, because I thought we were going to do more than oral, but then I got overly excited and just had to suck you.”
“We’re still going to do more, Skye.”
“We are?”
Dare sat up a bit and put his head on my hip. He looked gorgeous with his tousled dark hair, eyes bright and skin flushed as he said, “Just as soon as we recover, I plan to take you to your bedroom and fuck you so good that I permanently ruin you for all other men.” I smiled at that. “But since you’re new to this we can’t rush it, and going slowly would have been next to impossible, given how worked up we were. So now we’ve taken us down from DEFCON One and bought us some time.”
I chuckled at that. “I see. Doesn’t DEFCON One mean all is well, though?”
He grinned at me and laced his fingers with mine. “A common misconception. DEFCON Five is the lowest level. It counts down from there.”
I flashed him a big smile. “You’re just a little bit geeky, aren’t you?”
“I’m a lot geeky, but I keep it well-hidden.”
“Why?”
He shrugged and said, that grin still playing around his lips, “People tend to get a little weirded out when I show up for things dressed like Legolas.”
“That’s like, an elf or something, isn’t it?”
He sat up like a shot and exclaimed, “Oh my God! You’re kidding, right?”
I burst out laughing. “You are a geek! And I just tripped your geek pressure valve.”
He shook his head at me. “No. Just no. I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask me who Legolas was, because there’s no way on God’s green earth that I can be this attracted to a guy who hasn’t seen Lord of the Rings. It means you’re from a different planet! It means that you and I are different species, that we’re incompatible on a cellular level!”
I jumped up and kissed him on the top of his head. “Relax, Frodo, I’m completely yanking your chain. I first realized I was gay in a movie theater, when Orlando Bloom appeared onscreen with that fucking hot long hair and those pointy ears. Christ all mighty, what a babe. I was eight, but I still knew I wanted to get me some of that.” I winked at him and headed for the bedroom, chuckling to myself.
Dare burst out laughing, then got up and jogged after me. He tackled me just as I reached the bed, and as he rolled on top of me he said, “You shouldn’t tease an admitted geek about Tolkien. We could rupture something in our indignation.”
I rolled over so I was on top, straddling his hips, and flashed him a big smile. “I wanted to see how deep the geek thing ran with you. Apparently we’re talking Marianas Trench.”
He smiled up at me and asked, “Was that true? Is that really when you realized you were gay?”
I traced his collarbone with my fingertip. “I had some inklings before that, but yeah, pretty much.”
He tucked a hand behind his head and studied me for a moment before saying, “You’re perfect. You know that?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m so far from perfect that I can’t even see perfect from where I am.”
“I meant for me.”
“Oh.” I grinned at that, a warm flush rising in my cheeks, and slid off him. As I curled up against his left side, draping my leg over his, he put his arm around me and cradled me against him.
With his free hand, he began gently finger-combing my hair. After a while he said, “Please don’t grow the blue out. Not until you’re, let’s say, thirty. Okay?”
“Not until thirty? That’s nine more years of blue hair. Sure you won’t get sick of it?” As if you’d want me that long, I added silently. I explored his smooth chest as we were talking, tracing the outline of a well-defined pectoral muscle, then his little pinkish-brown nipple. It hardened in response, the skin around it puckering.
“I won’t, there’s no way. To keep it fair, I’ll do something in return. You name it. What would you like me to do for you?”
“You don’t have to do anything in return.” I lightly traced his other nipple, which responded the same way.
“You sure? I could grow an awesome goatee for you and keep it for nine years. It’d make me look like even more of a douche.”
He was being playful, but somehow this topic struck a chord. As if he’d stick around that long. As if anyone would. “Don’t change anything.” It came out a bit rough.
He raised his head to look at me. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“I don’t know, but there was something in your voice.” Uncertainty spread across his handsome face. He looked so young all of a sudden. “Did I do something wrong?”
My heart hurt, because right in that moment, I understood so much about Dare. I got how incredibly insecure he has, and saw how much his abusive ex and his abusive father had taken from him. I sat up quickly and cupped his face in my palms. “No! God no, Dare. I was just having a momentary bout of insecurity and thinking you’d never actually want me that long.”
His green eyes searched my face as he said quietly, “So there’s another thing we have in common.”
I nodded, leaning down to kiss him before settling into the crook of his arm and going back to tracing his cute little nipples. After a while he said, “Since you’re currently and probably quite innocently getting me totally worked up again, maybe we should quickly have the safe sex discussion. I know you’ve been with nobody, and I’ve been with one jerk who in all likelihood wasn’t faithful to me, even though I was faithful to him. I’ve been tested twice in the seven months since we broke up, and both tests came back negative. Still though, I brought condoms if you feel most comfortable with that. It’s your call, I’ll go with whatever you want. I brought lube, too. I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but I didn’t want to be unprepared, either. Both of those things are under your pillow. I put them there when you went to return that stuff to your neighbor.” He exhaled then and said, “I think I covered everything.” He seemed relieved that that was over.
I smiled at him as I sat up. “That’s awesome. It’s like I got a visit from the Lube Fairy.”
He burst out laughing. “Lube Fairy? Really?”
“Hey, you’re the one who hid it under my pillow.”
“Well, I would have put it in your nightstand, but you don’t have one. Just that...what is that even? It’s like a huge metal spool or something.”
“That’s exactly what it is,” I said as I crawled to the foot of the bed. He was still completely dressed from the waist down. He’d even pulled his underwear back up so he wasn’t on full display like I was.
As I took off his shoes and socks he asked, “Where does one find a giant metal spool, exactly?”
“Oh, just you wait. There’s a whole part of my life that I have yet to introduce you to. It involves possible arrest and occasionally climbing right inside a big ol’ smelly dumpster.”
He laughed at that. “Gross!”
“It is! But it’s all in the name of art, so it’s okay.”
“Did you find that in a dumpster?” he asked, pointing at my broken neon sign on the wall opposite us. “Because that’s actually amazing. I might be willing to dumpster dive if it would get you treasures like that.” He was being perfectly sincere.
“No, I paid money for that. I spend a fair amount of time in junkyards, too. The mouse hitched a ride in that very sign, by the way.”
“Would you turn it on?”
“I really wish I could, but it doesn’t work.”
“Oh. Well, it’s still awesome. I love art deco.”
It was crazy how happy that made me. “We’ve gotten off topic,” I told him. “As far as rubbers go, I’m fine with giving them a skip. You’ve been tested, so we’re good. I know for a fact neither of us are going to start sleeping around anytime soon, which makes this a monogamous relationship by default.”
“Well, that’s a relief, actually. I’d never used one before, so I went through a whole box of them this afternoon trying to practice putting them on. Not on myself, that’d just be weird. I was using them on produce.” He thought about that for a moment. “Okay, that sounds super weird, too.” I had to chuckle.
“As long as we’re on the subject of my inexperience,” he added, “I should probably mention that I’ve never topped before. I think that’s what you want to happen here this first time, right?”
“Yeah, but only if that’s what you want, too.”
“I do. I’ve always wanted to try it.”
“Perfect.” I bent over and kissed his flat stomach, and after I shucked off his jeans and briefs, I sat back to admire him. He wore nothing but an elastic cuff on his knee, and the sight of it made me want to protect him like a mother bear with a cub, now that I knew what had caused his injury. I forced my attention away from it for now though and admired the stunningly gorgeous man laid out before me.
His silken, flawless skin had a warm golden cast to it, which highlighted either an all-over tan or a naturally bronze skin tone. His powerful, muscular body was smooth with the exception of his armpits and a sexy little happy trail leading to a tidy crop of dark pubic hair. I almost asked him if he manscaped, but decided that was a stupid question.
I ran my hands up his muscular thighs and grasped his hips before dotting a row of kisses down that well-named trail to the base of his cock. After licking and kissing my way up his hardening shaft, I lingered on the slit at the top of that big, thick head, probing it gently with the tip of my tongue and savoring the drop of precum I found there. His cock swelled and pulsed in response to what I was doing, which made mine throb.
He let me take care of him for a couple minutes, his breath quickening as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention. But then he took control again, swinging me onto the mattress. “Fuck yes,” I murmured as he climbed on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knees.
Dare laced his fingers with mine and pressed my hands to the mattress on either side of my head, kissing my mouth, then along my jaw. He bit my earlobe, just hard enough to make my cock jump, and I let out a little moan and tried to rub my straining erection against him. The path of pure heat continued as he nibbled his way down my body, lingering on each hard nipple. His fingers remained laced with mine and he pulled my hands to my sides before continuing his southern migration.
By the time he reached my cock, every part of me was crackling with electricity. He worked his way down my shaft to my balls, licking and sucking each one in turn before he went even lower. I parted my legs wide, planting my feet on the mattress and bracing myself as he lapped at the incredibly sensitive spot beneath my balls. When he circled my opening, I cried out and arched up, and he rode it out, driving me wild with the tip of his tongue.
Eventually he released my hands and pulled a little bottle out from under the pillow as his tongue continued to explore me. I was vaguely aware that I was making sounds throughout all of this, moans and gasps and whimpers and who knows what else. I kept my hands right where he’d left them, grasping the bedding and rocking my hips in response to his licks, my stiff cock leaking precum onto my belly.
When I felt his fingers between my thighs I drove my knees apart as far as I could. Apparently I’d closed my eyes at some point, but I opened them now and watched Dare as he rubbed a cool, slick substance around my opening, massaging it in a little circle. He took my cock in his mouth and sucked me gently as he pushed a finger into me. “Oh fuck that feels good,” I muttered. I didn’t recognize my own voice, it was that jagged with lust.
