We stripped to boxers and climbed into bed, instinctively spooning together under my light coverlet. I was sleepy but I hadn’t slept in Brooklyn’s arms since that night in the tent, so my tired body was immediately on alert. I could feel every velvety inch of his chest against me, the lightly furred expanse of his shins against the back of my legs. My breathing quickened. Brooklyn dragged me up against his chest even closer and kissed the back of my neck. I covered the hand he had on my stomach with mine, curling my fingers around his. I lay there quietly for a while, but my mind was racing.
“Are you asleep, Brook?”
He dropped another kiss on my neck. “No. Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Us. This.”
I tensed. “You don’t want to do it anymore?” I felt like I needed him. Maybe since everything was so different at home.
Brooklyn squeezed me tighter. “Why would you think that?” He wrapped his top leg around mine and held me. I loved it.
“I guess I didn’t. This’s nice. I wish we could do it every day,” I muttered, tired enough that my filter was off.
“I was thinking the same thing. I mean, I know that we’ve still got like a month of summer left, but later do you think we could do this for real?”
“You mean when we get to school?”
I could feel him nod against my neck.
“I wanna be your boyfriend, Dal. I like being yours.”
“I like being yours too.”
“So, yes?”
I turned, careful not to knock his leg off my hip. “Yes. Of course, yes.”
I kissed him then, our first kiss since the trampoline that didn’t have to be furtive and hurried. I relaxed into his touch, returning it with my lips, my curious fingers. It felt really good, different somehow, knowing that he was mine and it wasn’t all just a whim that he’d wake up from some morning wondering what the hell he’d been thinking.
Our kisses turned sleepy and before I knew it, we were nodding off, mumbling tired goodnights as the sun started to bake the ground outside. I couldn’t help but to smile, as tired as I was and snuggled up against Brooklyn’s strong chest.
How could you blame me for smiling? It would’ve been impossible not to.
****
“Brook, you sure about this?”
I reached out and ran my finger down his chest. God, he was beautiful. And then he smiled. My stomach flip-flopped. That smile... it killed me. Didn’t matter how many times I saw it.
“Yeah, I think so. I mean, aren’t you?”
I nodded. “I want to. I mean, in a few weeks we’ll both have roommates. No privacy.” I returned his smile tentatively. “I’ve never, you know, before... I want it to be with you.”
“Me too, Dal. I want you to be the first.”
That would’ve surprised me back when we’d been in school together. He seemed like just one of the many oversexed asshole jocks. But after the summer, after getting to know what he was really about, the fact that he’d waited wasn’t surprising at all.
Brooklyn leaned forward and kissed me, slow and hot, inching his fingers up under my shirt until he could stroke my spine. The touch made me shiver. I couldn’t help it. Brooklyn knew exactly how I liked to be touched. I pulled my annoying shirt up and over my head. We’d kissed shirtless lots of times. It was one of my favorite things to do and I was already craving the contact. I needed to feel his skin on mine. He crawled over me until I was lying back on my comforter, knees up and cradling his hips. We kissed and kissed, touching and memorizing skin. My hands slipped under the waistband of his shorts, finding more smooth skin and sexy muscles. Brooklyn mumbled against my lips. I couldn’t understand him, so I broke away.
“What?” I’m sure my voice sounded as dazed and kiss-drunk as I felt.
“Off,” He groaned. “Take them off.”
I couldn’t help grinning at him. “Yours or mine?”
I got a growly chuckle in return and a pair of desperate hands at the zipper of my shorts. “Both,” he finally answered and moaned in approval when I wriggled my hands between us to work on his buttons.
It was awkward and cramped but neither of us wanted to move, to lose contact. Finally he sighed and rolled off of me after a long kiss so he could shimmy out of his cargo shorts. My own shorts came next along with the little black briefs I’d taken to wearing that summer. He didn’t say much but I could see it in his eyes, in the way that he ran his fingertips along the warm patches of sunlight that reflected on my skin from the open window.
He thought I was beautiful. I thought he was too.
I wanted to touch, needed to feel him up against me. I scrambled awkwardly to my knees and pulled him up with me until his arms were wrapped around my waist, mine looped over his shoulders. We were touching then, thighs, chests, and oh God, his cock was right up against mine. It felt better than I’d ever imagined it would.
“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” I whispered. I couldn’t help smiling, but I buried my face in his neck all the same. I couldn’t control the flutters in my stomach.
“Only if you want to,” Brooklyn answered. His voice was low and strained. He put his fingers under my chin and lifted it until I was looking at him. “Dal, babe, what’s going on?”
“I want to.” I moaned and held him tighter. “I really want to. I’m just nervous, I guess.”
“C’mere” He kneeled and turned me so I was sitting between his bent legs, my back up against his warm chest. He ran his hands over my stomach, down my thighs, back up my flanks. “Your skin feels so good.”
I cupped my hands around his knees and closed my eyes. I loved his touch on me. When he wrapped a strong arm around my chest and pulled me closer, I sighed happily. “You feel good too.”
And that’s when I felt it. One of his big work calloused hands wrapping oh so gently around my already so-hard-it-nearly-hurt cock. I shuddered, eyes opening. I had to watch.
“Is this okay?” He asked. I could hear the catch in his voice. I loved that it was as important to him as it was to me.
“Yes.” It felt so good. His hand tightened and stroked firmly. I wanted more. “Brook, can I taste you?” I felt him shudder against my back.
“You don’t have to ask.” He unbent his legs and lay back as I turned. His hair was warm and gorgeous against my white pillows (even if I did still miss the length), his skin glowed golden from the summer sun. I wanted to touch every part of him.
Brooklyn held out a hand and I grabbed it. He pulled until I was sprawled out on top of him, giggling. He let go of my hand to thread his fingers in my floppy bangs and push them away from my face.
“I would’ve never believed it,” he murmured, lifting his head a few inches to nuzzle my lips.
“Hmmm.” I wasn’t really paying attention to anything other than getting more kisses.
“If someone had told me, even just a few months ago, that I would fall head over heels in love this summer I’d have said they were crazy.”
I was still intent on getting more kisses. “Mmm Hmm, I kno—” It was then that I really heard what he’d said.
“You... love me?” It came out as a whisper. I was almost afraid to say it out loud.
Brooklyn nodded. His eyes looked big and wet and uncertain.
“Brook... I—”
He put his fingers over my mouth. “You don’t have to say it just ‘cause I did.”
I pulled his fingers away. “But I feel it too. I mean we hated each other for so long but now... I can’t imagine a day without touching you, without hearing your voice.” I laughed softly. “Shit, I’m cheesy.”
“No. I mean, I need to be with you too. Like all the time.” He ran his palms down my spine until his hands were cupping my ass and pulling me up against them. “And touching you?” He moaned. “It’s kind of addictive.”
“Brooklyn?” He looked up. I hadn’t called him that in weeks and it must have surprised him.
“Yeah?”
“I love you. I just wanted to say it.”
“I love you, too.”
I gave him a long serious kiss, then a big grin. “Can I suck you now?”
Brooklyn burst into laughter. “Yes, please!”
“Just tell me if I’m doing it right.” I licked and kissed my way down his chest, trying to tease him but really torturing myself just as much. I wanted to try it so bad, see what it tasted like, how hard it felt against my tongue. I sucked on his hip-bone, leaving a red mark on the skin. I could smell him, all salty from the heat. It was sexy as hell.
“Dal, babe, please.”
Brooklyn was right. It was time. I tried to hide the shaking in my hand when I gripped his hard cock in my hand. I wanted to look confident and sexy, not like a scared kid who was in over his head. My first taste was hesitant, but as soon as I realized how good he tasted—like warm skin and sweat and sex—I wanted more. I took him into my mouth, tasting, feeling the thick hardness of his cock against my tongue.
“God, that feels so…” He made a choking sound when I took him in deeper and sucked as hard as I could. “Fuck.”
I hummed happily around his cock, not even thinking about how that would increase the sensation. Brooklyn made a frantic choking noise and pulled out of my mouth. I felt awful.
“What did I do wrong?” I knew I couldn’t have hurt him. I’d kept my teeth as far from his skin as I could.
He looked like he was concentrating on breathing. “Nothing, babe. Just didn’t want to lose it so quickly.”
“From me?” I was surprised. I had no idea what I was doing, other than from, well, lots of research... and by research I mean the kind where you have to erase your internet history when you’re done so your parents don’t see it.
“Yeah. Come back up here. I wanna kiss you.”
I wriggled back up his body, feeling his cock wet and hard and insistent against my stomach. Brooklyn kissed me and stroked my skin until I squirmed against him so I could increase the pressure of his cock against mine.
“Dallas?”
“Yeah?” My full name got my attention too.
He reached onto the floor and rummaged through the pockets of his shorts. He pulled out a small bottle of lube. “I want you. Only you. I don’t want there to be anyone else, not now, not when we get to school... just not.”
“I don’t either. I’m not looking for a million guys. I only want one. One who’s real.”
“Me?”
I laughed. “Of course you.”
Brooklyn chuckled too and gave me one of those big goofy ass grins that I’d learned to love so much. Then he flipped me over on my back, which startled the hell out of me and made me giggle nervously.
“Your turn. I wanna make you feel so good.”
I didn’t think it was going to be a problem. Just the thought of his hands on me, his mouth, had me arching my back in anticipation. Reality was so much better. I’d already learned to love his lips on my neck, sucking and biting just a little. That same bite-y kiss on the inside of my thighs made my belly quiver.
It was hard not to beg, but I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting, waiting to feel the wet heat of his mouth where I wanted it most. He teased me like I had done to him. Circling around the point but never quite getting to it. Finally when I was arched off the bed and nearly to the place where I was going to start screaming from being so frustrated, he finally, finally took me into his mouth, deep and slow. I grabbed at the blanket and his hair and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Oh, God, God, God.”
It was... holy wow. Yeah. Wow. I could barely breathe from the heat, the suction, the wet pleasure. So good. So damn good. He used his tongue in ways I hadn’t even thought of, those long fingers too, curling and massaging and driving me out of my ever-lovin’ mind. I was going to lose it. I knew I was. Brooklyn must have sensed it coming because he gave me one last long licking tug with his mouth then let my cock slip free.
“Good?”
I huffed out a breathless laugh and pushed my head into the pillow. “You’ve gotta ask?”
He smiled up at me from his position between my legs. “I guess not. I wanna try something else, babe. Okay?” He had the lube in his hands. I gulped. Yeah, I was ready. Maybe. Yes? I nodded anyway. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Touch me, Brook.” I spread my legs further to give him any access he needed.
The lube was cold at first against my skin, and the pressure of his fingers felt foreign... but still kinda good. I liked how he rubbed against my skin and pushed softly. The Brooklyn that I used to think he was for so long was nothing like the gentle lover kneeling between my legs. When he had me nice and relaxed, loving his touch and not worried about what might come next, he slid two long fingers inside.
My breath caught at the unexpected stretch, but Brooklyn leaned over to kiss me and whisper in my ear.
“I can’t wait to be inside you. You’re gonna feel so good—all hot and tight.” And then he rubbed against what had to be my prostate ‘cause I just about lost it all together. My whole body shivered and I moved my hips to try to get more pressure. It was that freaking amazing.
“Yeah. I wanna try it.” I rubbed my foot on the back of his calf.
“I’m gonna go slow. ‘Kay?” He withdrew his fingers. It felt weird not having him in my body. I nodded when part of me wanted to tell him to go for it. As hard as he could. Slow was what I needed. I knew that logically. What I wanted was all that delicious pressure, the full body shiver, the pounding consuming pleasure.
The desire turned to a bit of nerves when Brooklyn was poised in between my legs, ready to move. But I swallowed the nerves and lifted my knees to his sides. He pushed, gently and hesitantly at first, but then with more pressure until he was stretching me out so far I thought I’d rip in half. My eyes watered.
“Babe, you okay?” Brooklyn looked concerned. He started to pull out. “I’m not going to do this.”
“No, Brook. I want it. Just... hold on for a second.” I shifted and rolled my hips a little, pushing up onto his invading cock. It wasn’t as bad as it had been at first. Kinda weird and full but not so painful. “Try more.”
Brooklyn pushed again, sinking further into me. He changed his angle and the tip of his cock nudged against my prostate. Oh, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about. It still hurt, but the pleasure nearly drowned it out.
“Do it again. Right there.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, Brook. Now.”
He started moving, and I lifted into it. If only he could maintain that same angle then he’d keep hitting me in the perfect spot again and again and again. It was driving me crazy. It felt so good but it just wasn’t enough. I groaned and rolled my hips to increase the motion. I dug my heels into the bed and pushed up as hard as I could so he could hit it again, again... again. Ohhh. I wanted more.
“God, you’re sexy,” Brook moaned. I opened my eyes to see him watching me, cheeks flushed, mouth open. His eyes were heavy and lidded, the usually golden brown turned deep and melty.
“Feels so good... I need.” I couldn’t come up with the words to ask for it. Only the motions. I pushed to get him deeper and rubbed my achy cock against his stomach, I grabbed at his ass needing him closer, more, touching me everywhere. “Love you, Brook.”
“God, I love you too, Dal.”
He hooked his elbow under my knee and pulled it up flush with my side, opening me up more for his body. I swear he slid even deeper, rubbing against me oh so perfectly the entire time, back and forth, torturous and beautiful. I never wanted it to end, but I couldn’t keep going much more before I burst into tiny little pieces. I could feel the explosion coming. I started to shake hard.
“I need to come, babe. I’m going insane.” My words came out like hoarse pants, breathless and squeaky. I was teetering on the precipice of something far more vast and intense than I’d ever felt before. The power was swirling through me tighter and tighter by the second.
Brooklyn r
eached between us and wrapped his wonderful roughened hand around my cock and pulled. I shook even harder from the combined touch of his hand on my throbbing cock and his hard desperate presence in my body. It didn’t take much longer, my poor inexperienced willpower couldn’t hold out. Before long, I was screaming and trembling and wrapping my arms around Brooklyn’s muscled shoulders while I came, hot pulsing rushes of pleasure seeping from my body. He plunged deep a few more times before I felt the new sensation of wet heat filling my body. Brooklyn held still over me, breathing hard and trembling himself. Then he lowered his forehead to mine and slowly slid out of my body.
I felt... odd, and wet and loose, joints all jiggly, skin still tingling with the aftermath of my orgasm. It wasn’t unpleasant, though. The whole thing had been so much more than I expected, but less at the same time. Less awkward, less foreign than I’d thought it would be. It had felt good to be with Brooklyn that way. Right, you know? I didn’t have any regrets.
And I felt the same mostly inside, but still somehow a little different. Maybe I was just unsure of what was to come. I needed Brooklyn’s skin next to mine, needed him to hold me and make me feel like everything wasn’t going to be totally weird between us. I was kind of annoyed at myself for being such a wuss about it. That was until Brooklyn pulled me into his arms, still breathing hard and shaking himself.
“I can’t believe we just did that.” His hoarse whisper was right up against my ear. I shivered and wriggled closer.
“Good disbelief or bad?”
He tightened his arms. “Amazing. How could you even ask? I want to try it again, and again.”
“And again?” I chuckled.
Brooklyn tickled my belly. “Love you.”
“I love you too.” Another thing I still wasn’t used to. But I could get used to it. Easily. “Can we stay here for a while? I don’t want to move.”
“Your dad’s really gone till tomorrow?” Brooklyn’s forehead crinkled. I understood his worry. Hated it, but understood. Getting caught by my dad (or his parents for that matter) would cause no end of trouble. It was easier just to wait till we were gone, somewhere else. When we visited my mom the next week in Houston, we’d be able to love on each other all we wanted. She’d already told my grandparents who surprisingly didn’t care at all. A week away then when we came back we’d be getting ready to go to school. We were both looking forward to it.
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