“Just need to get to the shower.” Well, that’s right next to the entrance, and I like the idea; it should work without Paps freaking out.
As soon as the door closes behind us, Dayyan turns the key. “Do you have any limits, or can I do whatever I want?”
“No boundaries or limits, not with you. Clear my head, distract me.”
Dayyan’s lips find mine, gentle and tender, loving. How does he always know exactly what I need? He undresses me, nothing is rushed, and my tension eases. With countless little kisses, he pushes me under the warm stream of water leaning me against the wall. His fingers glide over my upper body, followed by tender kisses. Not a single inch remains untouched. His hands wander further and further until Dayyan crouches down in front of me.
A kiss on my hip bone, one on my pubic bone, my cock twitches expectantly. “I’ve never done this before, please tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”
The uncertainty in his voice kills me. “You’re not. Oh, fuck. You’re not. Ahhh.”
Dayyan’s mouth is soft and warm, his tongue playing with my glans before I slide in almost all the way. It’s different from Danny. Dayyan takes his time, his rhythm is slower, but he uses his tongue more and sucks. And his noises, oh my God, as if he were licking his favorite lollipop. I’m sure it can't get any betterthan this when he reaches for my balls and my moan gets stuck in my throat when his index finger massages my perineum.
It’s hard to concentrate on both, I’m confused by the hot blow job and the finger that is purposefully finding its way into my ass crack. He gently strokes my hole, circles it, puts pressure on the muscle, but without penetrating.
Fuck, that’s good. I want more. My hips thrust forward and Dayyan coughs and chokes. But only briefly, because when I look at him, he’s already sucking my cock again. I moan loudly as his fingertip breaches my muscle and circles there.
My orgasm, which was already within reach, sprints toward that imaginary edge. It lingers there for a brief moment and then I fall. Pure bliss rushes through my bloodstream. Dayyan doesn’t let go of me, sucking, licking, and swallowing every last drop. My cock goes soft in his mouth, and when I meet his gaze, my legs give way. There’s so much love in his eyes, as if he’s never seen anything more wonderful than me. No matter what happens tomorrow, with Dayyan by my side, everything will be fine.
And because Dayyan is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen, I lean forward and whisper in his ear. “Stand up and lean against the wall.”
“You don’t have to...”
“But I want to.”
Chapter 38
Dayyan
Am I nervous? More than I’d like to be, but not for myself, for Jannis. He, on the other hand, is surprisingly relaxed as we lock up our bikes.
“Are you ready?” I pull Jannis in by his hips and reach up to kiss him.
“Yep.Ludi incipiant.”
“Is that Latin?”
“Yes, but we learned it in history class. Ancient Rome?” It’s damn easy to feel stupid next to Jannis.
“That was in seventh grade. You remembered that?”
He shrugs apologetically. “It was interesting.”
“And what does it mean?”
“Let the games begin. You’re welcome.” Valérie squeezes between us and puts their arms around our shoulders. “Okay, boys, now kiss and let’s go.”
Completely perplexed, we do just that, intertwine our fingers, and climb the stairs to the auditorium. Valérie walks two steps behind Jannis, but I can feel their presence. Strong and unyielding. Powerful. Like a protective shield.
As soon as we enter the auditorium, I see people whispering, some turning around to get a better look at Jannis and me. We find a spot a little out of the way, protected from most of the curious glances, but it doesn’t help.
“I feel like I’m in a zoo,” Valérie says loudly. “Ninety percent of the people staring at you now didn’t give a shit about you before summer break.”
Val’s choice of words is cruder than usual, but it seems to strike a nerve with some people.
With the bell ringing we make our way to our classroom. The door is locked so we stand crowded together in the hallway. I lean against the wall and Jannis stands right in front of me, so close our stomachs touch – and more, but that doesn’t matter here.
He smiles at me cautiously and whispers in my ear. “Are you brave with me?”
