Page 36 of The Fly-Half

I heard him heading to the bathroom and the sound of the tap running in the sink, and a few minutes later he returned with a flannel and a clean hand towel out of the airing cupboard. “Here we go,” he said as he gently wiped the cum from my soft cock and stomach. The flannel was warm, and my chest fluttered at how much care he was taking with me.

I’d spent so many times over the years imagining what hooking up with Jonny might be like, and it was almost weird to let go of those fantasies. Nothing I’d imagined would ever be as good as the reality, and even if there were certain things I’d spent years dreaming about, there was nothing to say they couldn’t come true.

I just had to pluck up the courage to ask Jonny if he’d be interested in doing them with me.

“How’re you feeling?” I asked as Jonny cleaned me up and patted my skin dry. He didn’t need to do that but I had to admit I did like being spoilt. One ex had once described me as a pillow princess in the most disdainful way, but somehow I got the impression Jonny might like it.

“Good,” he said. “That was fun.” He ran his fingers down the inside of my thigh, a little smirk playing across his lips. I glanced down to see what he was looking at. He’d been sucking and nipping at my legs, so I was expecting to see a couple of marks at least, but I wasn’t prepared for what they actually looked like. There were a few smaller ones dotting the middle of the inside of my thigh, but right near the seam of my leg there were two large marks that were already blossoming purple against my skin.

“Proud of yourself?” I asked teasingly as I propped myself up and began to look around for my clothes. “You know people are going to see them?”

“Not all of them,” he said as his fingers trailed across to one of the larger ones. “Not this one. Or this.”

“Just for you then?”

“And you. To remind you that you’re mine.” His words were soft but there was so much heat in his gaze as his eyes found mine. His lips twitched, curling teasingly in the corner. “And yes, I am proud of myself.”

I chuckled, my fingers coming up to my mouth. How was it this easy? Was it meant to be this simple… moving from friends to whatever we were now? “Are you sure you’re okay with everything, though? You’ve never done anything like that before, right?”

“I’ve had sex, Dev,” he said with a flat, withering look. “I don’t think the difference in genitals really matters.” He squeezed the inside of my thigh, leaning over to kiss me deeply. “But this is the first time I’ve enjoyed it that much.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He glanced away and sat back, but I followed him, climbing back into his lap again. I was still naked, but my hoodie was on the floor close by, so I bent down to scoop it up, pulling it over my head. I left my bottom half naked because I couldn’t beasked to get up and pull my joggers on, and Jonny didn’t seem to object to me Donald Ducking it.

“You did enjoy it, though?” I asked, putting my hands on his chest as his settled on my ass, which seemed to be his new favourite spot. “If you don’t want to have sex, we don’t have to. I never want you to feel obligated like you have in the past.”

“I know, and I don’t. With you… I don’t know, things feel different. It’s like a switch or something got flicked inside me, and whenever I look at you… Fuck, it’s hard to describe it. I just feel—”

“Horny?” I asked teasingly, wiggling my ass playfully.

“Like I can’t get enough of you,” he growled. “I just want to touch you and tease you and… mmm, I want to take you to bed and keep you there until you’re completely wrung out and coming dry. I want to make you scream my name, Devon, and I want to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced. And then I want to do it again. And again. Until nobody else will ever come close to me.” He slid one hand around my neck and pulled me in for a feral kiss.

I groaned, practically melting into his lap. “Possessive bastard, aren’t you?”

“Does it bother you?”

“No,” I said. “I like it. It’s hot. To know you want me that much? It’s…” I trailed off. I didn’t want to say it was a dream come true because then I’d have to admit how long I’d had a crush on him, and I wasn’t ready to have that conversation. “It’s everything.”

“Good.” He kissed me again and we sat there exchanging lazy kisses until I gently pulled away to rest my forehead against his.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, you know that.”

I leant down and tucked my head into the crook of his neck, pressing a kiss to his skin as I toyed with the idea of sucking myown mark there so everyone could see that I’d staked my claim as well. “You said this is real. Did you mean that?”

“Yeah, of course.” He kissed the side of my head as his fingers stroked the back of my neck. “Don’t you want it to be?”

I sat bolt upright and stared at him, my heart racing like I’d suddenly been dropped off the top of a roller coaster or a bungee platform. “No… I mean yes? I want this to be real. I just want to know what that means. To you. I need to know if we’re on the same page or if this is only a one-time thing.”

“Angel, when I said I hated the idea of you being with anyone else, I meant it. I want us to be together exclusively. Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I do. I want you to be mine, just like I’m yours.”

“I will be,” he said, his smile so warm it felt like I was being bathed in light. “I already am.”

“Good,” I said, sealing it with a kiss. Just for luck.

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