Page 25 of A Different Form of Oxygen
Seventeen
Gavin
Ben and I fall onto the nearby couch. I pull his body onto mine, feeling like I’m having déjávu. His lips are soft, tasting of cherry from his lip gloss and melon from the drink I’d served him earlier. The taste of him is already addicting. His tongue laps against mine hungrily, making my cock grow harder. He pulls away to look down between us.
“Mmm, looks like someone is desperate to come out and say hello.”
He slips down my lap, falling to his knees. What a satisfying sight it is too, filling a need inside me. Peering up at me with those green eyes and long thick eyelashes, he presses his cheek against my knee. His skin is warm and soft as I run my thumb down his cheek. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
He smiles, and it reaches his eyes lighting me up inside. He licks his lips, eyeing my zipper as if he’s waiting for permission and I want to give him what he obviously needs but can’t ask for. Something about the submissive look in his eyes strikes me as familiar. “You look hungry for my cock. Take it out, baby, and wrap those perfect lips around it.”
“Yes, Papi.” Warmth swarms in my gut at the use of that word. He wastes no time, working down my zipper, allowing my cock to fall free from my underwear. He licks the precum, twirling his tongue around the tip, making my hands grip the couch cushions. My nails dig in deeper, scraping against the suede as his tongue runs from my tip down my long shaft, lapping at each of my balls. I can’t stop my body from shaking against the couch as Ben works his way up, covering the tip of my cock with his warm wet mouth. My hands grip his hair as I move in deeper, rocking my hips forward. I pick up the pace, fucking deeper into his mouth and I can tell he likes every minute of it as he moans around me, smiling up at me with big green watering eyes. I pull out, dragging a whimper from him. Panting loudly, he peers up at me as I run my thumb over his soft delicate cheek.
“Why did you stop?” he asks in a low raspy voice, still trying to catch his breath.
“I didn’t want to cum yet and your mouth felt way too good.”
I also didn’t want whatever was happening between us in this moment to end so soon. I wanted to stretch it out as long as I could, taking my time tasting him. Would he make me leave when we were done? Would he want us to go back to being friends? He did say he didn’t do this sort of thing with friends but didn’t specify beyond that. He takes a few deep breaths through his pink swollen lips, glistening from the bit of sunlight seeping through the window. I run my thumb over them, taking in the softness of him beneath my skin. The tone of my voice lowers, with a firm assertiveness. “Tell me what you want, Ben.”
He swirls his pink wet tongue around my thumb and a fire erupts within me. He lifts himself up, slipping between my parted knees, pressing his nose against mine. “I want you.”
That’s all it takes for me to crash my mouth against his, lifting his body onto the long grey couch. Our clothes are quickly being pulled off until we are completely naked and panting against each other’s mouths. His lips pull away from mine. “Wait, Gav; there’s something I need to tell you.”
I trace the pad of my thumb over the metal barbell on his nipple causing him to moan. “Is it something bad?”
He shakes his head, eyes partly shut. “No, I don’t think so. It’s kind of silly really.”
"Whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait then.”
I rub my forehead against his as my mouth lingers over his lips, licking between his parted teeth. “Gav, I know the things you enjoy in the bedroom and I want to experience it with you because I’m pretty sure I would like it too.”
I moan as he nips and sucks on my bottom lip, tugging it between his pearly whites. My tongue thrusts into his mouth again as I lower my naked body against his, rubbing our erections together.
“You keep doing that and I’m going to come right here,” he whispers against my lips. I wrap my hand around both of our shafts, creating more friction between us. Incoherent sounds escape his lips, as I lower my mouth to his ear. My voice comes off deep and strong.
“Don’t cum yet. We are nowhere near done.”
His eyes widen, his dick throbbing against mine. “I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”
I smile against his lips. “Yes, you can. I know you can.”
His cock strains in my hand with his balls tightening against mine; I release my grasp. Whispering in his ear, “You’re doing so good already, baby. Do you have a safe word?”
“I don’t.”
“Well, until you do, we are going to use traffic light colors if it gets to be too much. Do you know the traffic color system?”
He looks down in between us and then back at me. “Kind of. I read up on them briefly, but it’s been a while.”
I nod, smiling. I run my hand gently over the top of his head. “It’s okay, baby, we can go over them again. Green means keep going, red means stop and yellow means to slow down. Now tell me what you say when you want me to stop?”
He licks his already wet lips. “Red.”
“Good boy.” “I kiss the tip of his nose before pulling back to run my eyes down his perfect tan skin, marked with swirls of plants and flowers…exactly the same as the angel from the club. No, that’s not right. My memory goes back to the lilac smell and the familiar look in Ben’s eyes when he was sitting between my knees. My hands stop moving. Ben is digging his heels into the cushions, with his head falling back.
"I swear if you don’t start touching me again, Gav, I’m going to come out of my damn skin.”
My eyes widen as my fingers trail the same scars I traced a few weeks ago. Ben flinches at my touch, the same way he did that night. Yes, because this person laying naked in front of me was the exact one who brought me back to life that night. Who had awoken the person inside of me I have been holding back the whole time I was with Kyle.
