Page 10 of Exhale

“Take me home then?” I finished off in between small kisses on his cheek, a few on his neck, that curl twisting around my fingers like it belonged there.

“I’ll race you,” he said, pushing me away. Then, grabbing my hand, he set off at a frightening speed down the lane, the two of us crazy running, almost taking out an elderly gentleman with a walking stick in our childish haste. I shouted an apology and did my best to keep up. We dashed along footpaths that twisted between identical-looking grey buildings, laundry hanging from balconies and neglected attempts at tiny gardens. He stopped outside a door, and I realised I had no idea where I was.

“I’ll never find my way back now,” I panted, leaning over with my hands on my knees as he laughed.

“That’s kind of the whole point. Now you have to stay with me forever, trapped in my tiny, hidden castle. This estate is like a maze, so if you try to leave, you’ll end up walking in circles for years. Unless I come rescue you.”

“And would you? Would you come rescue me?”

He punched a code into the keypad next to my head, his eyes never leaving mine. I licked my lips, dry from kissing him.

“Always,” he whispered.

The door fell open, and I held his hand as we negotiated a staircase and an open walkway overlooking more buildings. The sun was in the distance, its warmth falling on my face as Leo fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door to his home, revealing a cosy hallway that housed shoes and a recycling bucket filled with paper and cans, some clothing haphazardly hung on a rickety old-fashioned hat rack…and a cat that shrieked and ran off as soon as I stepped inside.

“He’s shy, but he’ll come around. Next thing you know, he’ll be sat on your head licking your face.”

I wanted to say something about licking heads and faces but never got the chance because next thing I knew, he ripped off his jacket and launched at me, shoving me hard against the wall. His mouth was on mine, his hands fisting my hair, and all I could do was drag his goddamn jumper over his head. I suppose it had come down to this, and this alone.

I wanted him, the way he obviously wanted me. Naked. Underneath me or on top of me, I didn’t really care at this point, but I wanted us. I wanted everything I could get.

Life seemed to pass in slow motion as I dropped my coat and we ripped at our clothes. I got my boots tangled in my trousers, which meant we ended up dry humping on the floor half-dressed and panting, his cock hard and pulsing in my hand. I stopped for a second, just to remind myself to feel. To savour this—his flushed face right next to mine, his warm smile, his beautiful chest—and enjoy it instead of racing him to that orgasm, even though it was so close I could almost taste it.

I was short of limbs to touch every part of him that I wanted to explore—the curves and angles, his cute little belly button and the perfectly shaped dick sticking out from the top of his underwear. A dick that I gently stroked up and down against my palm, hoping my clumsiness wouldn’t give him friction burns. We needed lube, I knew that much. We needed time. We needed…fuck. I’d read up on this, and now my mind was blank.

“Get your shoes off, baby,” he said, his face full of wonder.

“Baby,” I said back. I loved that we were already at the point where little terms of endearment slipped in as easily as those little kisses he was dishing out onto my skin.

I didn’t want to, not really, but I sat up and untangled the remains my clothing. My dick poked awkwardly at the ceiling as I kicked off my boots and rolled on top of him, the two of us lying in a pool of clothes on the grey lino flooring.

I concentrated on taking in his physique. Nicely defined shoulders and a soft stomach, a smattering of chest hair and strong arms that reached for me as I sank down on top of him. My dick now trapped between us, I let out a little moan as he moved underneath me, giving me just a hint of friction again.

“Can we…you know. Slow down for a second?” I asked, although I’d need more than a second. I was feeling a little lightheaded from forgetting how to breathe with his skin against mine, his eyes constantly watching me, and an overwhelming feeling of being so incredibly inadequate. Because this boy. This goddamn boy.

“Whatever you need,” he said quietly. “As long as you don’t leave. Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” Oh my god, no. And I kissed his cheeks. His eyelids. Held him as hard as I could. “I just think, you know, our first time should perhaps not take place on the hallway floor.”

“I think our first time on the hallway floor has gone quite well so far. I’ve got you naked, and that’s a nice boner poking into my leg. I give myself a solid seven out of ten so far.”

“Oh…” Then I giggled because yes. Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes. This was my kind of hook-up. “I might have to adjust that down to a six, just because of the comfort factor. I’m quite sure I am getting chafing injuries on my knees, although I agree on the boner scores. I’d give you an easy eight for that hard-on.”

I’d shuffled off him as I spoke, now leaning on my hip, stroking his dick, the baby soft foreskin moving under my fingertips. I still didn’t dare to look, fearing the illusion in my head would pop if I did. Instead, I glanced up and saw him watching me, completely unashamed as his lips cracked into a little smile.

“Your first dick?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“It is a rather nice dick. I’ve always thought so. Not as nice as yours, though. Wanna lie here, in the crook of my neck? Then I can touch you too.”

He’d graduated up to a nine, just with that little suggestion, and I snuggled into him, right here, my nose against his skin and his hand moving over my length in soft, light strokes, up and down. Then he put his fingers in his mouth, licking them before moving down and wetting the tip of my cock. And that was me, moaning out loud.

“Nice, eh? I’ll get some lube in a sec. Makes all the difference.”

I didn’t think I’d need lube at this point, seeing as I was panting, small desperate huffs coming out of my mouth with every stroke of his fingers.

“We can just get off if you want. Just to take the edge off, you know?” he whispered into my mouth, followed by his wicked tongue drawing a line over my lips.

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