The lantern is red and round. Ren told me that red lanterns represent wishes and dreams, so throughout the day, I should think of the energy I want to release into the world when we let it fly tonight.
I’m slightly concerned with the open flame and just letting it go into the wild world. Ren says they’re made to burn out quickly, and that we have the extra protection of Canada being covered in snow right now. We’re going to release one. That’s it.
Also, it might be against the law. So hopefully it gets lost in the fireworks or something, so only we know it’s there and no one else notices. It feels big and symbolic to have this moment with Ren. Sharing a part of his culture together during a very important time of year.
I’m not sure I really care about going out tonight. I love my friends, but there’s only the rest of today and one solid day left before we have to return to hockey. Then we’re traveling for almost the entire month of January with eight away games scheduled from the second to the twenty-third.
Part of me really wants to stay here. Just the two of us. To soak in as many moments like this as possible. I need to create a bank of these memories for when I really need them in the days to come.
With Ren’s fingers in my hair and a smile refusing to fall away, I drift off to sleep and, unfortunately, have a very sexy dream, so I wake up stupidly hard and nearly grinding on Ren’s leg. I’ve never been so mortified.
Not that he appears offended. The grin on his face says otherwise. It isn’t until I bury my face in his chest that I feel his cock pressing against my abdomen. As if I can’t help myself, as soon as I feel the evidence of his arousal, my hips roll into him.
My face heats in embarrassment. I should have this shit under control. I’m a full grown ass man! My hips should only move when I want them to.
Ren’s hand tangles in my hair and pulls my face up, so I’m forced to look at him. He’s still smiling, but now that I’m looking, I can see the heat in his expression. The way he looks at me with want and need and desire.
I nearly groan.
Moving up his body so I can reach his mouth, I kiss him. He’s already pulling my shirt over my head and then running his hands over my body. Since the night we sucked each other after watching some porn, we grope and kiss and touch and get each other off a lot. Always behind closed doors and late at night when his family was asleep, but there wasn’t a night that we haven’t.
It's like hitting puberty again. Like I’m exploring it all for the first time. Every time he touches me feels like something inside me finally feels relief. I’ve been starved my entire life, waiting for this specific man.
Granted, it’s only been four nights. But the last couple months have been building quickly. Maybe subtly at first, but once we caught up and acknowledged what’s happening between us, we switched into a higher gear.
Ren’s couch isn’t huge. Like most furniture in his life, it serves a purpose but isn’t anything exciting. Its purpose isn’t two people fooling around. Especially not when one of them is me and I’m far too big for it.
We laugh between struggling out of our clothes when it becomes a balancing act of not falling off and getting naked while still kissing. When we’re finally skin to skin, I can’t touch him enough.
We’re alone in the house, which means we don’t have to be quiet. It means we can do anything, touch anywhere, and notworry about someone just beyond the door or on the other side of the wall.
Ren’s body is magnificent. His arms and chest are big and his thighs are thick. His ass is probably the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. Definitely the best one I’ve ever touched. My fingers itch to touch him right now.
He pulls his mouth from mine and pushes me up. “The couch is not the best place to fool around. I obviously need to rethink my furniture choices,” he teases as I pull away and back onto my knees. Ren sits up and presses his hand to my chest. Not pushing me away but just feeling me.
“Weird that I haven’t realized how hot men are until now,” he murmurs as his eyes track down my body.
That I’m the man who made him realize this makes me grin. I made Ren Ho realize men are hot! Ha!
His hand drops to my cock and my eyelids lower as he wraps a hand around it. The heat in his hand makes me shiver and I stare through lidded eyes as he slowly strokes my shaft. All the way down to the root and then back up and over my crown.
“What do you want right now?” Ren asks.
An entire list of things I want to do with him begins drifting through my head. There are voices and they’re all yelling over each other, trying to volley for what they want right now. I can’t even concentrate on one, but the words out of my mouth are simple.
“Fuck me,” I murmur. A beat goes by and I snap my attention to Ren. OHH! I said that out loud.
He’s smirking at me, though he hasn’t moved other than to keep his hand moving over my dick. “Is that what you want, Felton?”
Literally the only time I ever know what I want without question and without feeling the overwhelming need that whatI want might be the wrong choice is concerning sex. But right now, I wonder if it’s soon. Right?
The question doesn’t stop me from nodding, though.
Ren mirrors my nod and then he’s standing. “Up, Felton. Kneel on the couch. I’ll be right back.”
Ohmigod, Ren is going to fuck me!
I’m filled with anxious heat as I do as he says. We’re probably skipping a bunch of things we could be doing to work up to this but… This just feels right. Like it’s the next step.
