“Nothing bad. I love you.” Helplessly, I try to shrug it away, but Louis’s lips are already on mine.
“Are you serious?”
“Pretty serious.”
“I love you too.” Louis sinks down to me, kissing me again, but this time slowly, relaxed. Not with passion, but with love.
Chapter 13
Louis
18 years
At first, David was a little overwhelmed by my family. I don’t think he’s used to so much lightheartedness and affection, but after almost a year and a half, he feels right at home.
Still laughing, we stumble up the stairs and into my room soaking wet from the heavy downpour we caught on our way home from school.
Since we’ve gotten to the point where we can act as friends in public, no one questions it when David comes over to study. Nobody would think we’re more than good friends. Not best friends—everyone knows that Finn is David’s best friend—but I’m a closesecond. If they only knew.
A puddle forms at our feet, and I tug at David’s sweater. “Come on, take your clothes off. Since when are you so shy? You’re acting like we’ve never seen each other naked before.”
He laughs and, in one smooth motion, pulls off his hoodie and T-shirt.
“Do you remember when we were naked here for the first time? Neither of us had a clue, and you were scared shitless of doing something wrong. But you felt so good.” I stand directly in front of him, my chest against his. Skin to skin, just like back then. I gently run my fingers over his shoulders. “You have more freckles now.”
My fingers wander further, circling his nipples, and a shiver runs through David’s body. “You still like that, don’t you?”
A trembling “yes” leaves his mouth before his head falls back. I press my lips to his sternum, feeling his heartbeat quicken the further my hands wander down. This man fascinates me over and over again. Even after we’ve tried almost everything, he still reacts so strongly to such small, innocent touches.
“Say no if you want me to stop.”
Both my hands reach into his waistband and he laughs briefly. “Have I ever said no?”
He has a point. And yet he is still passive, his arms hanging at his sides, his eyes closed. He enjoys it, letting me do what I want, giving himself to me. At first, it made me feel a little uneasy, but now we know each other well enough to know what we need. David needs someone who just acts, someone he can follow.
I pull down his jeans till only his tight boxer briefs hold his cock in check. There’s definitely a bulge there; he’s hard. Because of me and for me, and I love that thought, love seeingproof of the power I have over him. That I’m the one who makes him feel good, who lets him fly high.
When I slide my fingers under the elastic waistband, he takes a deep breath. He always does that, but by now I ignore his slight hint of insecurity and take his boxers down with me as I kneel in front of him.
No, he’s not big, though he does grow considerably when erect, but still. Compared to me, he’s way smaller, and he knows it, which is exactly his problem. His, not mine. I love David’s cock, it’s just the right size for my mouth, made for me, and that’s what I prove to him.
After a short time, his breathing stutters, so I give him a short break and get back up on my feet. “Look at me. I’m with you because I love you. The size of your cock hasn’t changed a thing for me in the last eighteen months, and it won’t now. Kiss me.”
I didn’t have a growth spurt at seventeen, and our height difference now means that I can only kiss him when he graciously leans down to me. A shy grin plays around his lips.
“What are you doing if I say no?” Ah, we’re playing. Love that. I can play too. I put my hand around his cock and grab it firmly.
“Oh, fuck! Ah, that’s unfair.” Slowly, I massage his length and his balls. Slowly, but not necessarily gently.
“Are you going to kiss me now?” A shake of the head. Hmm, I can do more. I may not be able to reach his lips, but I can easily reach his small, hard nipples. First my tongue draws a circle, then I lick. Just a little touch, but his reaction is immediate. He grabs my chin with his right hand, and as soon as I lift my head, his lips are on mine. Gentle, not wild, almost a little shy, but so David.
I slide my tongue between his lips and he follows immediately. Not gentle at all I push my naked boyfriendtoward the bed until he falls backward.
“What are you doing?” A whisper, a tremor in his voice.
“I’ll show you the stars, if you let me.”
First a nod, then a whispered “Take them off.” That was expected, David loves watching me getting naked for him. Grinning, I take a step back, slowly unbuttoning my pants just to let them fall to the floor. My boxers follow, my cock springs free, and the soft moan from the bed is enough for me to know that he likes the show.
