Page 58 of Open Water

He might not belong in this house. But right now, he belongs right here.

MAX

ME: Matteo is staying the weekend. WE FUCKING NEED FOOD. Can you get some stuff to make Tacos? I can cook, but we have like nothing to make Tacos with. Apart from chilli sauce.

DAD: Just off shift, will do a big shop on the way home. Is there anything else YOUR FUCKING HIGHNESS requires?

ME: Can you get some ice cream? Like the real stuff, not the coconut soy shite.

DAD: You like the coconut soy ice cream.

ME: Yeah, but I’m trying to keep my boyfriend. If anyone tried to woo me with soy ice cream I would run away. Screaming.

DAD: True. What flavour?

ME: That vanilla stuff with flaky chocolate bits in. And liquorice. Not the grey stuff, the one with the liquorice saucy bits all between the vanilla?

DAD: Now we're talking. Fuck. I need Liquorice ice cream for breakfast. Good choice. Can I insist on a side of strawberries?

ME: Whatever, Dad.

DAD: Have a good day at school kiddo. Love you.

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I was fine this morning. Absolutely fine. I’m still fine. Damn fine.

It’s after school on a Friday afternoon, and I’m sitting on the bus heading home, with my boyfriend sat next to me. I love saying that in my head. My boyfriend. His head leaning on my shoulder, his little finger hooked around the pinkie on my opposite hand. It’s just something small that nobody else can see, but it makes me insanely happy. And calm. I’m so freaking calm that I should probably freak out about it.

I woke up this morning with a mouthful of hair in between my lips, and Matteo drooling on my chest. Like this is our thing now. He sleeps kind of nuzzled into my armpit with his arm around my waist as I snore into his hair with my arms over my head. I would love to put a mirror on the ceiling, so I can see what we look like, all tangled up like one crazy octopus, arms and legs everywhere.

I love it. I love that he turned up sweaty and smelly from his theatre practice last night. That he snuck into the bathroom and had a shower before crawling into my bed. Snuggling into me and waking me with little kisses. Nudging me awake with that boner of his quite blatantly bruising my thigh. Which, of course, lit me up like a bloody Christmas tree display. Cock on full alert, balls straining, and my mouth whining, because he was once again wearing clothes in bed.We don't do clothes in bed, baby.No clothes. Just skin. Him and me.

It’s funny how my life has changed so drastically in just a few weeks. How I used to wake up to the quiet sounds of the world outside my window, and now I wake up to his chest rising and falling against me and the sight of his cock twitching in his pants. We are so alike that it’s both frightening and comforting in some kind of weird way. Like now when we both sit here on a packed bus, just sitting here in silence and just existing.

I kind of drift off and think back to this morning, my cheeks heating up at the memories. Because it’s not even something I think about, the way my hand reached inside his briefs when we were in bed this morning. The way my fingers stroked the smooth skin that covered his hard dick.

I know what I like, how I like my foreskin to be touched. Not that I really knew what I was doing, but I kept thinking, if it feels good to me, then it should at least feel a little good to him. He was whimpering a little under my touch, snuffling into my armpit as I gripped him properly. Smooth strokes up and down. His dick responding nicely, just as I was hoping, humping slowly against me in his still half-awake state.

This morning was hot as hell, and I have it kind of memorised at the back of my head. Filed away under secret wanking material, of course. And now, my mind drifts back again to that moment.

I kept wondering if I should. If I should dare. I mean, what if he tasted bad? But then he always smelled all yummy and good enough to eat everywhere else, so I couldn’t even imagine in my wildest dream that the taste of him on my tongue wouldn't be horny as fuck.

Seriously?

Yeah, I had actually thought about all that this morning, as my boyfriend was kind of half-naked in bed with me. I mean?

It’s just… well, he didn’t make any attempt to put his mouth anywhere near my cock, however much I wave it around in his face. It should be classed as a crime against humanity. Well, at least against my cock, because his mouth is just the most perfect thing in the world.

And Matteo, of all people, the cockiest, funniest man in the world, seems almost shy when we get going. Like, he doesn't dare to really let go, and then, when he finds his groove, he kind of jerks all over the place and shoots all over my stomach. Then, he just pants and smiles at me and kisses my mouth and calls me Pumpkin. When all I want to do is scream for him to do more. To talk dirty to me and fucking stick that cock down my throat and fuck my mouth like they do in porn. Which would probably end up with me having a panic attack and Matteo never daring to go anywhere near me again.

Anyway, I kind of decided to be brave this morning, there and then. Because Matteo was still kind of halfway in sleep mode, and probably wouldn’t want to stop once I got down there. Hopefully. Because,come on. It’s a blowjob. Well, an attempt at one. Which might have ended up with nothing but me kissing his stomach or whatever.

I still did it. Kissed my way down his chest. Chickening out a little bit and leaning back up, giving him a few little kisses on his face. On his mouth. Dragging his top lip into my mouth and tugging a little. Biting gently. Just to nudge him awake. Let him know I meant business.

Well, that seemed to work, because he then whimpered and dragged his shirt over his head. Shimmied out of those damn briefs he insists on wearing, whilst I sucked his lips into my mouth. Devoured him. Kind of foolishly tried to eat him whole, with sloppy kisses and a shitload of bravado. It’s just mesmerising having him at my mercy like that, the way he throws his arms out in surrender-mode, almost like he gives me permission to do whatever I want to him.

It made me brave again, and I kissed back down over his shoulder. Nudged my nose into his chest using the tip of my tongue to flick over his hardened nipple. Yup. He liked that, because his hips arched off the bed, and my palm landed on his stomach pushing him back down. No humping. Not right now.

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