Part One 2/2

Just like I predicted, there was a note on the refrigerator from my dad.

‘Poker night’

I just shook my head before opening the fridge to grab some stuff out to make a sandwich.

Once I took a bite of it, there was a knock on my door.

I took another one before I opened the door.

Of course, it was Evan.

He didn’t look too happy to be here.

“Your mom wanted me to come over to keep you company.”

He had his backpack and everything.

I moved out of the way and let him come in.

“So,” he said awkwardly.

“You know you’re making this more awkward than it needs to be, right?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything.

The two of us have been together too long for this to be acceptable.

I sighed, “Are you thirsty?”

He shook his head.

I pointed to the table, “You stay down here.”

He looked at me, clearly unsure of what he should be doing.

I took that as my chance to walk upstairs to my room to grab my bag.

When I came back down, I saw Evan sitting at the table, staring at the bag in front of him.

“The stuff is inside,” I stated as I set my bag on the table too.

“Can we talk?” he asked after a minute.

“We are talking,” I stated, pulling a notebook out.

“I meant about the other day,” he stated.

I looked up at him, “Do you really think it’s necessary?”

He hesitated before nodding, “Yeah.”

“Okay,” I sighed before stopping everything I was doing.

“I was thinking about it, and you were right.”

I was right?

Realization dawned on me, and my heart hammered in my chest.

“Maybe we need a break from each other.”

He stared down as his hands as he said it.

My blood ran cold, “What?”

“Maybe we…” he said, just barely meeting my eyes.

“I heard you,” I hissed, “But why? I never said anything about us breaking up.”

He looked away.

“Why did you even ask me out then?” I asked, “You didn’t know if you like boys or girls?”

He still didn’t speak.

“Was I an experiment for you?” I asked.

He didn’t budge.

He was acting like he didn’t care that I was hurt.

“So that’s it then,” I whispered, “You were only with me because you thought the Cancer was going to kill me.”

“No,” he hissed, “Never.”

“Then why don’t you want to have sex with me?” I asked, “If you aren’t attracted to me anymore, then just say it.”

He just shook his head “I just… I don’t know if I can make it good enough for you.”

What? Was he an idiot?

Somehow that was actually kind of romantic.

“You dumbass,” I hissed, “It’s always going to feel good. You are, without a doubt, the only person I want to do it with.”

His gaze dropped to his hands again.

“How could you think of breaking up as an option?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed.

“What made you even consider it?”

“I just thought that maybe,” he paused, “Maybe I could try it out, and then once I know I can…”

“No,” I interrupted, “Fuck no.”

He looked up at me.

“You would rather give someone you don’t care about your first time?”

The expression on his face said it all, not once did that thought cross his mind.

“I love you, Evan,” I said, “Why wouldn’t you want to be my first and have me as your first?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed, “I just want everything to be good for you.”

“It is,” I said, getting to my feet, “If it wasn’t, then you would have been the first to know.”

He just stared at me helplessly.

“You know,” I looked to the side, “My parents aren’t coming home tonight.”

He looked unsure.

“Maybe we could try it.”

He stood up quickly, and I feared he was going to leave.

“Alright.”

My heart pounded in my ears, “What?”

He pulled me forward to place a hard kiss on my lips, “Let’s try it.”

I nodded quickly before gathering my things.

“Meet me,” I said.

He was quick to do the same thing before following me upstairs.

I heard some of his things fall, and he stopped to gather them.

I was quick to tear my clothes off, and I tossed everything on my bed to the floor.

He opened my door and locked it behind him.

The look in his eyes was tormenting.

He looked a little out of breath, and his lips hung open just a bit.

He pulled at his clothes, too, removing them faster than I had ever seen him.

Once his pants hit the floor, he came right at me.

His hand dropped down to my dick, and I moaned.

“Let’s do this right,” he said huskily.

I nodded quickly.

He placed a soft kiss on my lips, and all I wanted to do was touch him.

Slowly I backed us up to my bed.

He wrapped his arms tightly around me, and I didn’t hesitate to drop my hands to his lower region.

He moaned as I slowly stroked his dick.

I wanted to feel it harden in my hand.

He nipped softly at my lips, and I moaned this time.

“Do you have anything in here that we can use?” he breathed.

I nodded before I pulled back.

I have been waiting for him to say yes, so I figured that in the meantime, I could use a few things to stretch myself out for him.

The bottom drawer of my dresser was my destination.

I watched as he poked his head over my shoulders to see.

Underneath my socks and my underwear, I had lube, and a small vibrator I ordered off the internet.

I heard him take a deep breath behind me.

“You okay?” I asked, looking up at him.

He didn’t acknowledge the question.

“Evan?” I asked, getting to my feet, “Are you alright?”

He nodded, “Just nervous.”

I really loved this guy.

I pulled him close to place a kiss on his lips.

I loved his lips. They were plumper than what I saw on most boys. They were full, and they felt like magic every time they touched my skin.

“It will be alright,” said softly into his lips, “We’re doing this together.”

He nodded.

“But just so we’re clear, Grey,” he began, “We aren’t going to let you get hurt, so you are going to be the one in me.”

I glared at him harshly.

“What?” his face was red.

It must have taken him a lot of courage to say that, knowing him, that is.

I shook my head, “Not happening.”

“Grey,” he began, but I interrupted him.

“Hell no,” I hissed, “All I have been wanting is for you to fuck me.”

The shade of red increased in his face, “Greyson.”

I stared at him.

“It’s what I’ve wanted this whole time,” I murmured, “Why would I want to do that to you when you really don’t want to do it?”

His gaze dropped to the floor, “Because I love you, I would do anything.”

“Then forget that there is anything wrong with me,” I wrapped my arms around his waist, “We are a gay couple in love, now fill in the blanks.”

He hesitated before nodding, “But if anything happened to you because of me, I’d never be able to forgive myself.”

“Even if it was the one thing I have been begging you for?”

He nodded, “Because, for as much as I want to, I really don’t want to risk anything happening to you.”

“See,” I said, “This is why we’re perfect for each other.”

He made a weird face.

“Because I can tell you how stupid you’re being,” I stated.

He sighed, “Grey, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” I said, “Now, I think its time that we stop talking.”

“But I like talking,” he complained.

I placed a rough kiss on his lips to shut him up, and it worked.

He pulled me closer and pressed his body close to mine.

I moaned as I felt the heat radiating from his body.

“Come on,” he breathed, using one of his arms to pull me closer and the other to tug at the bedspread before dropping me on it.

“Evan,” I groaned.

He stared down at me before standing up to get the lube from the bottom drawer.

I watched as he unscrewed the cap and sat down on the bed.

He hesitated again.

“Evan,” I sat up to take the small container from him.

He watched me, and I could see the love in his expression.

I poured some on my fingers and brought my hand down to my entrance.

He adjusted his position so that he was kneeling between my legs, watching my fingers work.

He took the container from me and rubbed some over his dick, to make it easier.

I pulled his hand forward and pressed it against the fingers I used to stretch me.

I felt his hand slowly move so that he could put one of his own inside me.

Slowly I moved my hand out so that he could put his in.

“This really doesn’t hurt you?” he asked in a near whisper.

I shook my head, feeling his fingers go in further.

He stared down as he pushed them in deeper before pulling them out.

I moaned as I felt him go in further and further.

I had to use my hand to force them in as far as they could go.

“Remind me again why I was so worried about this?” he asked.

“Because you are paranoid, and you worry too much,” I breathed.

He slowly pulled his fingers out.

“I know I do,” he mumbled, “But I can’t help it.”

I groaned at the loss of his fingers.

“Don’t make that sound,” he said, “I’m just getting started.”

He scooted closer before gripping himself.

I watched him move closer until the tip of his cock was pressed against my entrance.

A shiver ran down my spine, and I laid back prepared for him to fill me.

“Are you alright?” he asked, with a worried expression.

I nodded, “I’m fine, don’t stop.”

He hesitated before pushing himself in.

I gasped, feeling him stretch me. It hurt, but I wanted him so bad.

He moaned after he stopped, “How are you feeling?”

I nodded, “I’m okay.”

He pulled back a little, and I gasped as his cock moved inside me.

“Come down here,” I told him.

He moved closer and leaned down to meet my lips.

His hips started to move faster, and I couldn’t stop moaning.

“Damn Grey,” he said into my lips before biting my bottom lip lightly.

I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He came in harder, and I arched my back so he could get in deeper.

He pulled back and came in again, and I gasped loudly.

“Are you okay?” he stopped.

I nodded, “You hit something.”

“Was it bad?” he asked, looking worried.

I shook my head, “Hit it again.”

He thrust back in, and there it was.

I ran my nails roughly down his back, and he growled before moaning loud.

He pressed his lips to mine roughly, I was about to cum.

“Come on,” he breathed.

His hand dropped to my dick and gripped it hard.

A whimper escaped my lips as I tried to pull him closer to me.

No matter how hard I tried to get him closer, I couldn’t.

He was pressed against me, and I wanted him closer.

Even though he was buried inside me, I needed more.

He dropped his lips to my neck, placing soft kisses on my burning skin.

He came in roughly a few more times, and I couldn’t help but cry out as I released my seed between us.

He thrust in a few more times before he released inside me and rode out his orgasm.

After a minute, he pulled himself out and stared down at me.

“So now, how do you feel?” he asked.

My body was on fire, I felt like I was in an oven.

He smirked before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

“You know,” he said with a slight smirk, “I think you broke skin.”

I was confused for a minute until I realized I scratched him.

I ran my hands over his back to feel the marks.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

He shook his head, “I think I should get you back.”

This was getting pretty kinky.

“Get me back, how?” I asked, sitting up, forcing him to move back a little.

His eyes went down my body before he smirked.

He leaned in to run his tongue over my nipple.

“Evan?” I asked oddly.

He wrapped his arm around me to hold me still.

I puffed out my chest to give him whatever he wanted.

He nipped lightly before kissing the skin around my nipple.

“Evan,” I groaned.

He licked over a small portion of skin before biting down hard.

I let out a loud gasp.

He released my skin to run his tongue over it again.

“You bit me,” I frowned.

He looked up at me like he felt bad.

“Do it again,” I said.

Confusion dominated his once sorry expression.

He nipped lightly at the already tender skin before switching to the other side.

He bit down roughly, and I locked my hand in his hair before he started to suck.

“That one hurt,” I rubbed over the bite mark.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss over the bite.

The skin was already bruising.

“Stop,” I said.

He pulled back to look at me.

“Now, do you promise that we can do this again?” I asked.

He nodded before leaning in to place another soft kiss against my lips.

“I love you,” I murmured.

“I love you too,” he said back.

He kissed me and pushed me back until I was completely laid back, and he was on top of me.

“So, what do you want to do?” I asked him, biting my lip.

He stared down at me with a dorky smile on his face.

“What?”

He hesitated a minute.

He ran his hand through my hair “Would you mind if I stayed the night?”

“Why would I mind?” I asked strangely.

He shrugged, “I just wanted to stay for as long as possible.”

“We have school tomorrow,” I stated.

“I know.”

“And you pretend like you don’t know me sometimes.”

“I know,” he sighed.

“But I don’t mind if you sleep over,” I said, leaning up to kiss him again.

“Okay,” he said, “But I should probably get some clothes for tomorrow.”

I nodded.

My eyes followed him as he stood up to put his clothes on.

I watched him the whole time, he seemed more nervous than he usually was.

“You alright?” I asked him.

He stopped to look up at me, “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

I shrugged before standing up.

“Lock the door, okay,” I said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

He hesitated before nodding, “I’ll be right back.”

I watched him walk out the door, and I sighed.

He wasn’t coming back, was he?