Chapter 9


I have a boyfriend!

It's so exciting. I look down into his beautiful eyes as I straddle his slim hips. I want to kiss him. I want him inside of me again. I never want him to leave.

I lean down and kiss him hard as I grind my cock against his. I feel him harden against me and I grind harder. He moans into the kiss and pulls away. He grins up at me and slides his hands up onto my hips.

"You're insatiable," he tells me as his tongue slides into his cheek. "I love it."

"You've created a monster," I tell him as I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and roll it between my teeth. He grips my hips harder and thrusts absently against me as I suck and nibble on the swollen flesh.

I've never known how it feels to be truly wanted. All my life, nothing has ever been good enough. I've always been one step behind, a disappointment. I wasn't needed. I was just…there.

Now someone really wants me. It's an amazing feeling.

Brian slipping two fingers into my ass jars my brain from its thoughts. What a reality check.

I immediately respond by pushing back against his fingers. He reaches over and grabs a condom from the pile on the nightstand.

God, there are condoms everywhere.

I watch him as he rips the condom wrapper open with his teeth without ever taking his eyes off of me. He looks, is, so sexy I can barely stand it.

He rolls the latex down his hard dick and I move to get off of his lap and lay down. His hand on my hip stops me.

"What?" I give him a curious look. His eyes are almost black with lust. I lick my lips at the sight of him.

"I want you to ride me." His voice is so rough and sexy, that I nearly come. I straddle him again and take a deep breath. This is new.

"Ok," I breathe out. He takes his thick shaft in his hand and holds it straight up. I position myself over him and I feel the blunt head nudging my hole.

"Sit on it," he tells me. He keeps his eyes trained on me. "Slowly." I nod and lower myself onto his hard pole. I watch as his eyelashes flutter and his eyes roll back in his head. He moans as I lower myself all the way down. When he is buried to the hilt inside of me, I let out a loud groan.

Oh my fucking god, this is good. Always good. Always amazing. Will it always be like this? Oh fuck, I hope so.

I know so.

I move my hips up and down slowly, drawing out each motion. I'm in control. His dick is inside me, but I'm running the show. It feels good. He grips my hips tighter and I move up and down faster. He feels so hot inside me, so big. I clench my muscles and move faster.

I am vaguely aware of the fact that I am babbling incoherently. Words like fuck, yes, oh god, and oh right fucking there come tumbling from my swollen lips. I look down at Brian's face. He grunts as he thrusts up into me. I study the curve of his lips, the shape of his cheekbones.

My boyfriend is fucking gorgeous.

He opens his eyes and smiles at me. I lean down to kiss him. Before our lips meet, I thrust up and feel us slipping. I roll to the side and we land in a pile of limbs and sweaty flesh on my floor.

I land hard on my hip and wince. Brian's hip hits the floor as well and we roll until I'm back on top of him. I watch Brian's face change as the fall breaks him out of his euphoric haze.

"Justin," he whispers. I'm blushing too hard to look at him. I just rolled us off the fucking bed! "I think you just broke my dick."

No, not his dick! Not his beautiful dick!

That's when I realize that through our tumble, he stayed buried inside of me.

"I'm sorry! How did I hurt your dick?" I watch as he winces and grabs my hips.

"When you rolled, you jerked to the side, and took my cock with you. Ow. It's bent. You killed it. You killed my dick!"

I freak out for all of five seconds before he starts to laugh. I slap his chest and start laughing loud. That makes him laugh harder. We both shake with laughter on my bedroom floor, his dick deep in my ass.

"Ah Justin! Stop!" He gasps out. "I can't breathe!"

That only makes me laugh harder.

"Justin!" He flips us over so he is on top of me. He silences my giggles with a kiss. The laughs quickly turn into moans as his tongue explores the deep recesses of my mouth.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. I feel his breaths against my lips, hot and quick.

"My dick feels better."

"That's good."

"Wanna finish?" He gives me a wicked smile and I answer him with an intense kiss.

We spend the next hour christening my bedroom floor.


I have rug burns on my knees.

How cool.

"Justin?" Brian says. Shh, be quiet. Sleepy time. "Justin."

"Hmm?" I respond, raising my eyebrows but not opening my eyes.

"It's ten o'clock. I don't have any pajamas." He's teasing me. He's smirking, that sexy smirk. I can see it without even opening my eyes. I don't move from my position, curled tightly around his body.

"We don't need pajamas," I mumble. I kiss his nipple just because it's there.

"Well I need to run to my house and get some clothes for tomorrow and let the 'rents know what's going on. I'll only be gone a few minutes." He gets up off of the floor and stretches. I watch his muscles twitch below his skin and I lick my lips.

"I'll go with you."

What? What did I just say? Meet the parents? Oh shit.

"Are you sure?" He asks. I look up and meet his warm hazel eyes. No.

"Yes. Just let me get dressed." He nods and pulls on his jeans. I must have separation anxiety or something. I can't leave his side for a second.

I get off the floor and pull on a pair of blue pajama pants and a white tee shirt. I comb my fingers through my hair and rub my eyes. I must look like shit.

I watch Brian pull his shirt on over his head and shake out his hair. He looks beautiful. He smiles at me, and it takes my breath away. The moonlight flows into my room through my window and it makes his skin just…glow. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me tenderly. I swoon.

He takes my hand and I hold onto it, so tight.

"Let's go."


I hold Justin's hand as we walk up my driveway. He seems nervous. There's no reason to be. My parents will love him. Man, they are going to shit when I tell them I have a boyfriend. They're used to me parading a plethora of boys along, never choosing just one.

I look back at Justin and smile. Not anymore.

He smiles back and his steps mirror mine. I open my front door and usher him inside. I pull him towards the living room, where I know my parents will be. We stop at the doorway and I push him against the wall and give him a little kiss.

"They'll love you," I tell him. He laughs nervously.

"Wow, meeting the parents. If we keep going at this rate, we'll be married by Tuesday." I laugh and kiss him again.

"Wait here." He nods and I step into the living room.

"Hey Brian," my dad says happily. "All done over at Justin's?"

"Not even close," I respond. I run over to my mom and playfully sit on her lap. She laughs at me and I wrap my arms around her neck. "Guess what mom?"

"What baby?" She looks up at me and I lean in closer.

"I have a boyfriend!" I exclaim and jump off of her lap. Ok, I'm acting like a giddy little schoolgirl.

"What? Brian that's wonderful!"

"Way to go, sonny boy. One day in the Pitts and you've found yourself someone." My dad smiles at me before raising his can of cola to me.

I think I'm blushing.

I run over to the doorway and grab Justin's hand. I pull him out into the living room and wrap my arms around him from behind. His cheeks flush red and he waves. He's so adorable.

"Justin, this is my mom Joan, and my dad Jack."

"It's so nice to meet you." Justin moves out of my grasp and shakes their hands.

What manners.

"Nice to meet you, Justin. You seem to have reeled my boy right in."

"Sure did," I tell her. I like him so much already. My heart is all atwitter.

"We have to go over and meet your parents," my mom tells him. "We haven't done that yet."

"They're out of town until Sunday night," I inform them. "So, I'm going to stay at Justin's and keep him company."

I give my dad an evil grin and he takes in our appearances and shakes his head. I put my hand on Justin's hip. I have to be touching him. I want to be kissing him.

We need to get out of here.

"For future reference, Justin isn't out to his parents." I don't want my parents meeting his and outing him. "So, when it comes to them, we're just good friends, ok?"

"You're secret is safe with us, sweetie." My mom smiles up at him and Justin blushes.

"We know how hard it can be to come out," Jack tells him. "You do what you have to do."

"Thanks, Mr. Kinney." Justin runs his fingers through his hair and rubs the back of his neck. His shirt slides up to reveal a thin strip of pale flesh. My eyes instantly lock on it.

My libido is off the fucking charts.

"I'm sure I'd be right in assuming you boys haven't eaten," my mom smirks. Justin's stomach growls and I laugh out loud.

"We've been a little busy," I admit.

"Brian!" Justin slaps my stomach and scowls at me. My parents just laugh. My mom stands up and puts her hand on Justin's shoulder.

"I'll get you boys something to eat." She kisses my cheek and then Justin's. His jaw drops open in surprise.

"Uh, thanks."

"Thanks mom!" I grab his hand and lead towards the stairs.

"I take it you found some condoms," my dad laughs. I stop and Justin slams into the back of me.

"Way to embarrass me in front of the significant other, ass." He winks at me and I shake my head and roll my eyes. "We'll be upstairs."

"Play nice."



I lead Justin into my bedroom and push him towards the bed. All the flashes of sweaty, pale skin and golden hair, bright blue eyes and full cherry lips that were dancing through my mind on the way up here are now gone. I just want to…hold him.

How fucking lesbian is that?

Moonlight floods my room, intruding my space through bare windows. We lie down on my bed and face each other. We're so close, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, chest to chest, thighs to thighs, toes to toes.

I wrap my arms around him, my hands sliding under the back of his shirt. His eyes are so blue, even in the dark. His lips are so inviting. I kiss him.

"This is a little crazy," I whisper without thinking. The words are barely there, a mere brush of air against his lips.

"What is?" He asks in a tone just as soft.

"This." I kiss him. "Us."

"Bad kind of crazy?" He tenses in my arms a little. I kiss his fears away.

"No, no." I push his hair out of his eyes and kiss his forehead. "A wonderful kind of crazy." God, his smile…it blows me away. I'll do anything to keep that smile on his face.

"It's all moving so fast," he whispers. "It's surreal."

"It's a blur."

"It's amazing."

Then we lay there, staring at each other. His eyes are so beautiful. This feeling is so new, so fresh, so different.

It seems like hours. We lay there, not talking. We touch each other, soft gentle caresses of bare skin.

"I love you." It's a rushed whisper from Justin's lips and my eyes widen. He blushes and closes his eyes.

He loves me?

I put my hand on his cheek and he opens his eyes and looks at me hesitantly. I can see it.

He loves me.

"Brian, I…"

I kiss him, long, slow, soft, loving.

"I love you too."

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