Page 53 of Spiralling Skywards
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Sated and dressed, we climbed into his car and drove out to the retail park on the edge of town and shopped for furniture. Although we were choosing items for Liam’s flat, we picked things that would also work in the house that he’d put an offer on, and he insisted I be involved in all of the decision making.
It all felt so natural. It was real. We were a couple. He held my hand as we walked from store to store, he kissed and touched me often. I’d never felt so alive, my skin, my entire body in fact, hummed with happiness.
We purchased a sofa and of course far too many throw cushions to dress it up with. A coffee table and matching television unit, as well as side tables, lamps, a rug, a dinner service, cutlery, and utensils for the kitchen. Finally, we headed off to the supermarket and bought the basics to start off his pantry: teabags, salt, pepper, and various tinned goods.
Most people would probably find this boring and mundane, but the day went by rapidly as I rode the wave of excitement bubbling and churning inside me. So many times during the day I’d caught him looking at me, causing bats to flap in my belly and my heart to ping pong around inside my chest, especially when his eyes crinkled at the corners as he gave me a smile. I knew I was falling fast, had fallen in fact. I just needed a little more time to accept that fact and let it sink in. Once I had done that, I’d allow myself to stop worrying that it wasn’t real, that it wouldn’t last, and that he wouldn’t leave me.
It was after seven by the time we’d unpacked everything and put it all away at Liam’s flat. The sofa and the rest of the furniture wasn’t going to be delivered until the following day, but we’d brought the electronics, and he had put them where he wanted them.
We’d talked as we unpacked and decided that as soon as we were done, we’d head over to my brother’s and confess to what was going on between us. I hated the idea of Luke being pissed off with me, but I hated the idea of him blaming it all on Liam more.
He’d wanted to speak to him on his own, but I’d refused and insisted that we should do it together, and I was determined to get it over and done with.
We pulled up outside Luke’s house, Snow Patrols “Chasing Cars” was playing, and we sat in silence until the song ended and Liam turned off the engine. That song seemed to be on every time we got in the car together, and it was quickly becoming our song.
“You sure you wanna come in with me, bub? I could call you later and tell you how things went, that’s if he hasn’t fed me my own dick and I can manage to talk around it.”
I got out of the car without answering and started heading up the drive to the front door. I was done procrastinating over this. We were together, and whether anyone else liked it or not, that was the way it was going to stay.
When Liam caught me up, I said, “If he touches your dick, I’ll chop off his hands. That’s mine now, I’ve grown attached to it.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.
“You’ve grown attached to my dick?” he asked, blue eyes sparkling in the street light and a smile on his face.
“I have.”
“That’s good to know, because my dick has become very attached to you too. In fact, my dick is hoping to become attached to you permanently and maybe all the rest of me, too.”
We were silent for a long moment. We stood on the front doorstep, his arms around my hips and his hands on my arse as he ground his semi hard-on against me. I rested my hands flat against his chest, feeling the strong and steady beat of his heart.
“I think your brother’s gonna be okay with this, Sares. Once he gets over the shock, I think he’ll be fine, but if he’s not, I just want you to know, it won’t change anything. My dick and the rest of me wants you, and we’ll fight to keep you.”
I nodded my head, trying to think of a reply while the words “attached to you permanently” churned around my already overactive brain.
“He’s gonna be fine. He’ll be pissed off at first, but he loves me and all he’s ever wanted is for me to be happy. Yeah, he’s a little over protective, but he’ll get over it. If he doesn’t . . .”
“If he doesn’t? What? What then?”
“Then we’ll work something out. I’m not losing you, Liam, not over this. I love my brother, but I . . .”
It was too soon to confess how I felt, so I just stopped talking while Liam kept on staring at me. It was almost as if he were willing me to go on, willing me to say the words first.
“I know it’s too soon to put it out there, but I think we both know where this is going. Let’s deal with your brother first, and then we can get on with enjoying us.”
He kissed me. Long, deep, and slow. One hand held on to the side of my face, the other splayed across my arse cheeks, pulling my hips against his. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and let him fuck me against the front door, desperately needing a release for the tension. I made a little sound in the back of my throat and shuddered at the prospect, or did I shiver at the cold night air? Either way, he broke our kiss.
“If you keep grinding against me and making noises like that, then I will either have to fuck you out here or walk in there and confess all to your brother whilst sporting a raging hard-on, and I definitely do not want my own dick stuffed down my throat while it’s stiff.”
“Just remember you said that,” I told him.
I hadn’t given a blow job yet, and it wasn’t something I was really looking forward to doing. I was well aware that men seemed to be obsessed with them, I’d overheard my brother and his mates on more than one occasion discussing the act. Once, when I was eight, Luke brought a girl named Shanice home, and on being introduced to her, I’d said, “My brother likes you, Shanice, you give good head.” My nan had spat her tea and my grandad had spat his false teeth into his lap. I was sent to my room, and Luke barely spoke to me for a week. I had no clue what I’d done wrong, but was then mortified at around the age of fifteen when I worked out the meaning for myself.
Blow jobs had in fact been on my mind all weekend. Liam had given me more than one orgasm using his mouth, so it was only fair that I should at least try to return the favour.
“Said what?”
