Page 68 of Open Water

“It’s okay to be sad sometimes,” I start. Trying to think of something to say that is better than,“I’m sorry you feel sad, but I’m horny and you know you said you would blow me? Well, maybe now is the worst time ever, but it might take your mind off whatever made you sad?”Well, I don’t say that, of course. Instead, I kiss his forehead. “My Dad used to say to me that even Superman goes home at the end of a shit day, takes his spandex off and cries into his pillow. Everyone does. Some days are better than others, and the bad days are just there to remind us to appreciate the good days more.”

“Your Dad is awesome,” Matteo says, looking like he means it.

“I know,” I reply.

My Dad has guts. Well, in a cowardly way. I mean, he would rather run a million miles away than solve something really simple, because he gets all shy and embarrassed, but then he will get some crazy idea and just go with it, making things happen, and now, he has somehow managed to convince Lukas to be his boyfriend. How the hell did that happen?

“How long has this thing with Lukas been going on?” Matteo asks, his hands dragging my jumper over my head.Awesome.

“No idea. Last week, Dad was crying into his laptop, because Lukas hated him, and now, we are apparently a family? Adults make this love thing so damn complicated.” Honestly. I have no idea what Dad and Lukas are doing. I mean, if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be right? Just snog and get on with it. Like this. Yeah, I kind of kiss my boyfriend. Lots of tongue. Eating his mouth out. Fuck, I love this. Love all of this stuff.

I love the way his breath goes all erratic and how he swallows when I suck the skin on his neck. I’ve given him little red marks before, but I’m a little heavier on the suction today, making him almost whimper. Like I’m hurting him when I’m not.I’m really not, I promise.

“Sit up,” he says. Like he’s back. There he is, my baby. The one who takes control and fixes everything that is wrong with the world. Because he does. A minute ago, he looked lost and so damn sad, and now, he’s grinning like the little idiot he is.

Well, I don’t argue, I whip my jeans off faster than light and he’s stuffing pillows behind my back and then, he straddles me. Which makes me think of a million different filthy things that I have seen men do in porn. Most of them including riding cock like a freaking pony.

“I seem to think I promised someone a blowjob.” He grins into my mouth, as I tug at his hoodie.Please. Please take it off.

He doesn’t, of course, because I know what he’s like now. I’m learning his little quirks, and right now, he’s bloody nervous and I kind of get that having his clothes off will throw more anxiety into the mix. Oh well. Not that I mind. Because now he’s nibbling at my neck and I am shimmying out of my boxers whilst he’s wriggling on top of me. Fully clothed.

So, I do what I can. I mean, he’s still the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. His little nose that I manage to smother in a kiss as he moves down. Then, he goes for my nipples and I almost arch off the bed.Fuck. I love this.

“You’re fucking good at this,” I pant out as his teeth bite down on my nub. Which is already hard to the point that it’s a little painful when he tugs at it. Sucks and licks with me whining like a baby.

“I’ve got a little performance anxiety after the King of Blowjobs blew me for breakfast. I won’t be as good as you. No idea where to even start,” he says, his face buried in my stomach and my cock twitching around somewhere near his neck.

“The King of Blowjobs is most likely about to lose his crown and title to the Knight of Oral who is wriggling around on my lap right now,” I sass.

“Knight of Oral.” He sighs into my thigh. Well, he’s laughing. Good.

“We should use that for our Drama thing. Give everyone totally smutty names. For fun.”

“Simon would kill us.” I giggle. My fingers fisting the hair on his head.Please baby. Just give me something here.

“Have you googled Simon Vasquez?” he says, from somewhere down by my balls.

“No?” I squeal. I might just grab my dick and shove it in his mouth at this rate. If I come before my cock is in his mouth, I am going to be seriously pissed off with myself.

“His graduation project from Uni was called ‘Cunnilingus’.”

Yeah, like I am supposed to be able to grasp anything right now, since my boyfriend’s tongue is licking the skin under my balls. He’s going to kill me.

“And?” I’m struggling to talk here. Instead, I say it quietly in my head. I’m not going to come yet. I’m not going to come yet.

Oh fuck. Now his tongue is kind of sweeping up my shaft. Slowly. Too slow. Oh, God help me. All the way to the tip, where he kind of does something with his tongue involving circles and nipping at my foreskin with his lips, and I haven’t got a clue what he’s doing, because I can’t see what he’s doing, and my eyes have kind of rolled back in my head anyway, and damn, it’s amazing. Hot and wet mouth around my cock and he’s just playing with it. Teasing me. Tugging carefully at my skin with his lips. Kissing. Flattening his tongue around the head. Licking. Teasing. And then, he pulls back and I roar like a spoilt child.

“Please!” I almost shout.

“Please what?” He laughs. Soft little giggles, and then, he blows on my dick. Which makes all the hairs at the back of my neck stand up, my body arching up towards him.

“Please, Matteo, most gorgeous bloke in the world. I will do anything, just please, please,please…”

“Say it, Pumpkin.” He does it again. Blows on the wet skin, making me shiver even though I’m too hot. My cheeks burning. My chest flushed red. My cock straining.

And then, he looks up at me and I kind of freak out. In a good way. Because he is beautiful. All wet lips and flushed cheeks and his eyes that are just full of trust. He trusts me. He loves me. And it’s overwhelming in its simple beauty.

“I love you,” I whisper. And damn it, now I have tears in my eyes. “Please, just love me?” I ask. I have no idea why, it just comes out.

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