My head sank into my pillow, and my fingers drifted down to my hair covered pecs. My nipples were already beginning to perk up, and I played with one of them for a bit.
I saw myself walking into math class that morning. My grey t-shirt and jeans had the reaction that I had hoped for. Todd’s natural smile widened as I took my seat. I sat a few rows away from him, but I could tell that his eyes kept drifting over to me. While we worked problems, I turned to Beth Solis and asked her a question about quadrilaterals. She mumbled something about internal angles, but my eyes were on Todd as she spoke. I’m sure I was grinning like the proverbial possum, but I didn’t care.
At lunch, Todd sent me a text: Liked the outfit. Meet me after practice. I’ve got a surprise to share with you.
Needless to say, history class was a blur. I tried to concentrate, but Todd’s face kept popping up in my head. I needed to get control, but at that point, Todd was the only subject I wanted to study. The final bell was a scream of freedom, and I felt it in my bones. Only an hour until Todd was finished with his practice. I went to the library to get my homework out of the way. I got everything done except for a little bit of my French. If Todd’s face hadn’t kept popping to my head, I’m sure that I would have finished all of it. Time had become my enemy. My whole world had narrowed to the clock on the wall, each tick a hammer blow against my ribs. I was waiting, waiting for him.
I saw him the moment he turned the corner, his eyes scanning the chaos of the library with a singular focus. When they landed on me, it was like a switch flipped inside me. The carefully constructed mask of cool indifference I wore like armor just… dissolved. A slow smile spread across my face, unbidden and completely genuine. I knew that I needed to control myself; we didn’t need the whole school talking about us.
“Hey,” he said, his voice a little rough, like he’d been holding his breath too.
“Hey yourself,” I replied, pushing myself up to stand in front of him. I felt a surge of confidence just being near him. “Ready to get out of this place?”
“More than you know.”
We walked shoulder-to-shoulder out to the parking lot, a current of unspoken energy passing between us. The drive to his brother’s house was electric. The radio was just noise, a filler for the thick, heavy silence that was saying everything we couldn’t. I watched his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles white, and I knew he was feeling it too. This wasn’t just a hangout. This was it. The precipice.
His brother’s house was perfect, one of those sterile, beautiful homes in the nicer part of town where everything was neat and tidy. It felt like a different world. He killed the engine, and the sudden quiet was deafening.
“Here we are,” he whispered.
We walked inside, and the door clicked shut behind us. And we just stood there. In the middle of that vast, empty foyer, facing each other. My heart was a frantic bird beating against my cage. I could see the pulse hammering in his throat, see the longing in his eyes that mirrored my own. It was a standoff, a silent dare. Who would break first? I wanted to, I wanted to so badly, but I was paralyzed by a fear that I’d read it all wrong.
Then he took a step. And another. He closed the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from his body, until I could smell the clean scent of his skin.
“You have no idea,” he said, his voice a low, husky rumble that vibrated right through me, “how sexy I find you.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. All the air rushed out of my lungs. A shaky laugh escaped me. “Yeah?” I managed to whisper. “I think I might have some idea.”
That was all it took. He leaned in, and his lips were on mine. It wasn’t a question. It was an answer. It was firm and sure and desperate, and I met him with everything I had. My arms flew around his waist, pulling him against me, needing to feel him, all of him. This was it. This was the moment I had been dreaming of for months.
The kiss deepened, our tongues intertwined, exploring. It was a floodgate opening, releasing months of pent-up frustration and desire. When we finally broke apart, we were both gasping for air, our foreheads pressed together.
“Todd…” I breathed, his name a sacred word on my lips.
“Yeah?”
“Where’s your room?”
He took my hand, his fingers lacing with mine, and led me down the hall. The guest room was simple, but it felt like a sanctuary. He closed the door, and the soft click sealed us in our own private universe. We were facing each other again, but this time, there was no hesitation.
He reached for the hem of my shirt, and I lifted my arms. He pulled it over my head, his eyes roaming over my bare chest with an intensity that made me shudder. I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, my fingers clumsy with adrenaline. When it was finally off, I just looked at him. He was more beautiful than I had ever allowed myself to imagine.
We fell onto the bed, limbs entangled, a desperate, clumsy collision of bodies and need. But then, it slowed. He propped himself over me, his eyes soft, and the look on his face was one of pure, unadulterated wonder.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
“So are you,” I whispered back, and I meant it with every fiber of my being.
His kiss was different then. Slower. More deliberate. It was a kiss of worship. His lips left mine and began a journey of discovery across my jaw, down my neck. He nipped and sucked at my skin, and I moaned, my head falling back, giving him complete control. His mouth found my nipples, his tongue teasing them into hard points, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my groin. I was writhing on the bed, my fingers gripped at his hair, completely at his mercy.
He moved lower, his lips tracing the lines of my abs, his tongue dipping into my navel. He knelt between my legs, his eyes burning into mine as he unbuckled my belt. The sound of my zipper was deafening in the quiet room. I lifted my hips, and he peeled my jeans and briefs down in one fluid motion. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, and I felt a moment of vulnerability so intense it was almost painful.
But the look on his face wasn’t one of judgment. It was one of hunger. Of reverence. He leaned in and his breath ghosted over my sensitive head. I tensed, every muscle in my body coiled tight. Then his tongue was on me, lapping up the bead of pre-cum, and a choked cry escaped my lips.
“Oh, Todd…”
He took me into his mouth then, and the world dissolved into a haze of pure, white-hot sensation. He was slow at first, exploring, learning. Then he found a rhythm, and I was lost. I could feel my climax building, an inevitable tide rising within me. But just as I was about to go over the edge, he pulled back. I cried out in frustration, my eyes flying open.
He just smiled, a wicked, beautiful smile. And then he pushed my legs apart and lowered his head. I knew what he was going to do, and the thought alone was almost enough to make me come.
His tongue was on me, circling my most secret place. I cried out, my body arching off the bed. It was a sensation so intense, so intimate, it was almost unbearable. He licked and probed, his tongue firm and insistent, and I was completely undone. I was babbling, a stream of incoherent pleas and his name.
“Todd… oh fuck, Todd… I can’t… Please… I need you… I need you inside me.”
He moved back up my body, his eyes dark with lust. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, and I watched, my breath held, as he slicked his fingers. He pressed one against my entrance, and I forced myself to relax, to let him in. The feeling was exquisite. He stretched me, prepared me, his fingers scissoring inside me, hitting a spot that made me see stars.
“I’m ready,” I gasped. “Todd, I’m so ready.”
He rolled on a condom and positioned himself at my entrance. “Look at me,” he commanded softly.
I met his gaze, and as he pushed into me, I felt a sense of rightness, of coming home, that was more profound than anything I had ever felt. He filled me completely, and for a moment, we just stayed like that, connected in the most elemental way possible.
Then he began to move. He set a slow, deep rhythm, and I met him thrust for thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies, our ragged breaths, our moans. He shifted his angle, and his cock brushed against my prostate. A blinding flash of pleasure shot through me.
“Right there… oh yes, right there…”
He aimed for that spot again and again, driving me wild. He leaned down and kissed me, a desperate, messy kiss that was all tongue and teeth and raw need. I could feel his control slipping, could feel his own climax approaching.
“JD…” he groaned against my lips. “I’m close…”
“Me too… come with me, Todd… come with me…”
He wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking me in time with his powerful thrusts. That was it. The coil in my stomach snapped, and my orgasm tore through me, a blinding, soul-shattering wave. I cried out his name as I came, my release pulsing over his hand. A moment later, he thrust deep, his own body shuddering as he found his release.
He collapsed on top of me, his body heavy and welcome. We lay there for a long time, our bodies wrapped together, our hearts pounding in sync. I could feel his breath on my neck, could feel the steady beat of his heart against my chest. I never wanted to move.
“Wow,” I finally whispered, my voice hoarse.
“Yeah,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to my hair. “Wow.”
We lay in comfortable silence, a new kind of peace settling over me. But there was one more thing, one last fantasy I needed to voice.
“You know,” I said softly, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long. But I’ve also been wondering what it would be like to… you know… be inside you.”
I held my breath, terrified I’d ruined the moment. He tilted my chin up, and when
I saw his face, there was no shock, no rejection. There was only a slow, beautiful smile spreading across his lips, a look in his eyes that was pure, unadulterated understanding.
“Funny,” he said, his voice a low, intimate rumble. “I was just thinking the exact same thing.”
The relief that washed over me was so intense it was dizzying. A laugh bubbled up out of me, a sound of pure, unadulterated joy. I leaned up and crashed my lips against his, a kiss that was full of all the hope and happiness I was feeling. It was a promise. A pact.
“Next time?” I asked, my voice hopeful, almost pleading.
“Tomorrow,” he confirmed, his voice firm and sure. “Unless you have it within you to do it now.”
I chuckled so softly. “I want to, but I don’t.”
We stayed like that for a while longer, just holding each other. The room was growing dark, the last vestiges of sunlight fading from the sky, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to stay right here, in his arms, in this bed that now felt like the center of the universe. But reality, as it always does, began to intrude.
“I should probably get going,” I said, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. I didn’t move, though. I couldn’t.
“I know,” he murmured, his hand stroking my hair. “My parents will start wondering where I am if I’m not home for dinner. Even though I’m staying here, they want me there to make sure I don’t starve to death.”
“Same.” I sighed, a heavy, dramatic sound that made him chuckle. I propped myself up, looking down at him in the dim light. “I don’t want this day to end.”
“Me neither,” he said, his eyes serious. “But it doesn’t have to. Not really.”
That simple sentence was a lifeline. He was right. This wasn’t an ending. It was a beginning.
We finally, reluctantly, released one another from our mutual grasp. The air felt cold on my skin without the heat of his body pressed against me. We moved around the room, a quiet, easy domesticity already settling between us. I watched him pull on his jeans, the way the fabric hugged his lean frame, and I felt a fresh wave of desire. He caught me looking and just smiled, a small, private smile that was just for me.
“Come on,” he said, taking my hand. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
He led me into the bathroom, a pristine, modern space that felt like a five-star hotel. He turned on the water, and steam quickly began to fill the room. We stepped into the large glass-walled shower, the hot spray immediately relaxing muscles I hadn’t even realized were tense.
He took the soap and started washing my back, his hands moving in slow, sensual circles that were both arousing and incredibly tender. He was taking care of me. It was a gesture so simple, yet it meant more than anything. I leaned my forehead against the cool tile, letting the water and his touch wash over me.
Then I turned, taking the soap from him. I returned the favor, my hands gliding over his chest, his arms, his stomach. I was memorizing him, learning the map of his body. It wasn’t about sex anymore; it was about connection. It was about sealing this thing between us, making it real.
When we were both clean, we just stood under the hot water, our arms wrapped around each other. The world outside the steamy glass didn’t exist. It was just the two of us.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” I whispered, the admission feeling huge and scary and wonderful.
“Me either,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
I pulled back to look at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. I had to ask. I had to know. “This is real, right? This isn’t just… a one-time thing?”
His answer was a kiss, fierce and possessive and full of everything I needed to hear. “It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt,” he said, his forehead resting against mine.
Getting out of the shower was like leaving a sanctuary. We toweled off and dressed in a comfortable silence. Walking back through the house, everything felt different. The foyer where he had first kissed me, the hallway where we had stumbled together—it was all part of our story now.
At the front door, he hesitated, his hand on the knob. He turned to me, and the last light of the day caught in his eyes, making them shine.
“So,” he began, his voice a little rough. “Tomorrow?”
My smile was so wide it hurt my face. “Tomorrow. After school. Parking lot.”
“Be there or be square,” he said, and the corny line made me laugh out loud.
I stepped closer, my hand coming up to cup the back of his neck. “I’ll be there.” I leaned in and kissed him one last time. It was a kiss that held all the passion of our earlier ones, but now it was deeper, richer, full of a profound and tender promise.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless.
“Okay,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “We should really go now.”
“Yeah.” My thumb stroked the soft skin behind his ear.
I forced myself to turn and walk out the door. The cool evening air was a shock to my system. I walked down the driveway, my hands shoved in my pockets, feeling like I was walking on clouds. I didn’t look back; I knew he was behind me. There could be neighbors watching. We got into his car and drove away, but I didn’t really see the road. I wanted to watch his face, but we both knew we had to pretend that we were just project partners. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
I took a deep breath. I was in my bedroom. I had just relived the whole experience. I got up and went into my bathroom to clean up the proof that thinking about being with Todd was almost as exciting as being with him. That would be a secret I kept to myself.
JD Fairburn. Or would he prefer Todd Bond.
I looked at myself in the mirror and knew that I was in love. I had no doubt.
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