Page 69 of Open Water

“Always,” he whispers back.

Then, he does it and my mind just short-circuits. Hot, wet mouth around my cock apparently equals brain freeze in the messed-up head of Maximillian Andersson, aged seventeen. I can’t form a single coherent thought. My mind just goes blank, like my eyes have gone snow-blind and there is static all over the place and nothing else matters anymore. It’s liberating in its awesomeness, because I’m babbling and jerking all over the place, vaguely aware of my hands pulling at his hair and his head bobbing up and down with me behaving like a sex-crazed zombie. I think I’m so going to regret this later. Die in shame at what on earth I’m doing and saying, if I can even remember what happens after I come. Because there is no doubt in my mind that it is the guaranteed outcome of my first ever blowjob.

I’m sliding off the side of the bed, I think, when he pushes my thigh up over his shoulder. Grabs my cock in his fist and pumps like mad, which is apparently exactly what I asked for, because I’m now screaming “YES, YES, YES!” and kicking my legs, with his tongue back under my balls, nuzzling dangerously near my crack, whilst my head is screaming,Yes go there, and my sensible self is shaking my head like mad. Not that he can see. Not that I can see, because that’s the minute my cock decides to go off like a New Year’s Eve rocket.

I die. I die a million deaths. Over and over and over.

Sex.

Best. Thing. Ever.

Seriously.

“King of Blowjobs,” I pant out. I can barely think. My arms are tugging at him. Trying to get him up in my arms, but he is fighting me, still licking my stomach and it takes a while before I get what he’s doing.

He’s licking me clean. Like a goddamn cat, and it’s the freaking sexiest thing I have ever seen. Because now, I can’t stop staring at him.

A little smile is on his face as he slowly works his way up my stomach. Lapping up the little droplets of white from my skin and I let out a groan as my dick starts to spring back to life again. Yup, he’s definitely going to kill me.

“Fuck, Matteo,” I whisper.

“You taste amazing. Addictive shit this. Good thing I’m into you, Pumpkin, because next time, I am going to let you come in my mouth, let you shoot this stuff straight down my throat…”

Yeah, that’s me. Moaning like a porn star. Tugging at myself.

“You’re going to make me shoot again,” I whine, as he leans up and licks my lips, leaving a trail of saltiness on my tongue as I taste myself. Fuck.

Well, I’m not gentle, or suave. I’m horny as fuck. Again. And desperate, because I roll on top of him and climb him like a fallen down log, all arms and legs and I hump his groin almost squealing with delight as his cock appears from underneath the joggers he’s wearing.

“Hand,” he pants. Thank God. He’s as horny as me. All glassy-eyed and his lips are swollen, and I almost bite his cheek, because he just looks too delicious to resist.

He grabs my hand and somehow lines us up, and then suddenly, our cocks are having a little party in the grip of our hands and I can barely keep still as he presses his lips to mine and we don’t even kiss. Just breathe heavily into each other’s mouths as we do some kind of fucked up joint masturbation thing. Which is, like, amazing. A million times better than jerking one off on my own.

I come for the second time in a few minutes. There is not much there, but it’s blinding to the point that I almost get a headache trying to catch my breath as we come down. Matteo has made a mess all over his hoodie. And me.

I would have licked it off, but I kind of think licking his hoodie might not be the sexiest thing to do, and anyway I would much rather just lie here all snuggled up in him, my hand still firmly around his softening cock.

“Was it okay?” he says softly. Like he has to ask.

“Okay?” I squeal. “Dude, I just came twice. I think I’m good. I think I’mmorethan good.”

He just laughs and kisses my cheek. He’s spent. He’s as exhausted as me.

We’re a ridiculous sight - the two of us. Him, in his hoodie and his trousers round his ankles. Me, stark naked with my arms under his clothes, revelling in the warmth of him. One day, he will see how beautiful he is. One day, he will hopefully not even think about the scars on his skin, because to be honest, I’m falling in love with them too. His skin is uniquely his, and my fingers are learning the patterns on his stomach. Tracing the familiar little bumps on his back.

“Why were you sad earlier? What made you get emo?”

It’s probably not the thing to ask when we are both in a post orgasmic coma, but I need to know. I won’t let him go to sleep feeling sad. Not ever.

“Have you ever had that desperate want, to belong to something? Like, you would do anything to be part of something that you just can’t have? I felt a bit like that. Like this is all too good to be true.” He looks so sad that my heart breaks.

“Oh baby, whatever it is you want, just tell me. Whatever you need let me help you.” I mean that. Because right now I will do anything to make him smile again. He should never look this sad. Never ever.

“I’ve got you now, Pumpkin, and one day we will have a family of our own. That’s what I want. I want to have what you have. People around me who love me, unconditionally. Where I don’t have to ask permission to stay, or get pushed out when people have had enough of me.”

“Matteo. Baby.” I get up on my elbow, so I can look at him properly. Because this is important. “We are already family. You are my boyfriend. That makes us family. I will never get bored of having you here, because I’m in love with you.”

He doesn’t even register what I said. Just keeps word vomiting out crap too fast for me to keep up with.

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