by Flynn Eire
“You are so damn sexy,” I muttered, pushing up a bit so I could kiss his neck. He shivered, and then his eyes fluttered open. “You were snuggling me in your sleep after talking about chocolate covered strawberry shortcake.”
“That sounds good,” he yawned as if not having known that was what he’d been dreaming about. “I don’t always remember my dreams.”
“Well, you should always stay with me so maybe I’ll catch them when you don’t,” I offered as I lowered my face to his, giving him time to stop me. He didn’t, and I kissed him, thrilled when he moaned and angled his head for more contact. “Tell me if I go too far.”
He nodded, gasping when I moved my hand to his thigh, touching the tights like I’d been dying to. His breath came out faster as I kept moving up. He turned onto his back so I had more access, nodding when I paused just under the skirt. I slid my tongue in his mouth as I rubbed over his groin. I didn’t even get to slide my hand into the tights before he came with a sexy whimper.
“So embarrassing,” he rasped as he turned and ducked his head against my chest. “Sorry.”
I chuckled, kissing his hair. “My first time I came so fast he didn’t even get a chance to touch me. I came in my pants because we ground our hips together a bit. Everyone blows too soon their first time or first time with someone new.”
“Why do you sound so sad when you talk about it?” he whispered, busting me on something no one else had before.
I cleared my throat before looking down at him when he rolled onto his back. “Because the guy didn’t really like me. He liked my last name, my parents’ status, and that I was first born. He thought he’d get the inside scoop of my being gay and move up his station in life by holding that over me.”
“I hate people like that,” he seethed, fire and anger in his eyes that told me it was something personal to him too.
I shrugged. “The joke was on him because I never planned to hide I liked men no matter the day or age or my station. My parents however flipped shits and scared the guy so he never opened his mouth. I was just mortified I’d fallen for someone who was such a jerk.”
“There are a lot of them,” he whispered sadly.
“But you’re not,” I cooed, not wanting the conversation to be so negative his first time playing around. “Even Sam said you’re full of sugar and spice and sweets. You are, and I adore that.”
“Yeah?” he breathed, looking up at me with those huge eyes, blushing when I nodded. “You’re like a god among men, so I don’t really get it, but seriously, you’re too hot and cool to just walk around and make other men feel so bad about themselves.”
“You did not just say that,” I chuckled, burying my face against his hair when I felt my cheeks heat. “Oh shit, you are so perfect. I’m not special, Jayme. There are a bunch of us too big and muscled warriors.”
“That’s just people’s jealousy talking,” he grumbled. “None of the warriors here are idiot muscle heads. People in my coven were jealous idiots to say that.”
“It’s not just your coven that says shit like that,” I promised.
“Well, forget them. I think you’re awesome.” He cleared his throat nervously. “So you just have to date me so someone’s always nice to you.”
I smiled as I kissed his hair. “Yeah, I guess I should.” I moaned when I felt his hesitant hand sliding along my abs. “Will you touch me, my sweets fairy?”
He flinched though. “Why do you call me that? Did someone tell you I kept talking about being the treat fairy so I couldn’t be a stalker then?”
“No, is that what you called yourself?” I chuckled when he nodded. “Well, great minds think alike because I was totally into the sweet person who kept leaving me sweets like a fairy, so that’s what I started calling you. Is it okay?”
“As long as I’m the only one you call that.”
“I’d love to be exclusive with you,” I murmured as I moved my hand over his and slid it down to my cock. “I’ve got a treat for you though.”
“Okay, so maybe you’re not perfect if you say lines like that,” he whispered before giggling.
“I like to tease.”
“I like that about you,” he admitted as he let me move his hand to stroke me. “Um, is it normal to be freaking out that your dick is so big and you’re planning to put it inside of me?”
“Yes, but we won’t do that today, and we’ll go as slow as you need,” I promised, moving my hips a bit in time with his hand. “It will feel so good, Jayme, I swear it will. When we’re ready, I’ll eat you out and stretch you for me. You’ll beg me for more and want my cock in you.” My body moved faster, his hand driving me insane along with his breathing picking up. I moved a bit so I was over him, my knee between his thighs.
“Is this good?” he asked hesitantly.
“So good,” I growled, kissing him as he moved his hand on his own, his fingers wrapped around me and giving a squeeze. “Oh fuck, I so want you. Shit, I so want your tight body wrapped around me. Will you give me your virginity, Jayme? Will you let me make you dirty and teach you all about sex? Fuck, I want to watch you give me a blow job.”
“You’re really dirty when you’re having fun,” he whispered. It almost cut through my fun to realize I might be scaring him. “It’s hot. Like hawt. Yes, you can do whatever you want to me. Please do.”
I didn’t know if it was him submitting or that he asked me to please do all I wanted to him, but I came with a grunt, growling as I kissed him and slid my hand in his tights. He gasped and moved his hips with me. “Come for me again, sweetie. Let me show you how fun it is.”
He whimpered and gasped as he came, smiling up at me with flushed cheeks as he panted. “So fun. Being in your bed is so much fun.”
“I enjoy it too,” I chuckled, brushing my lips over his. “You are as addictive and sweet as what you make.”
“You like me for more than I feed you, right?” he checked. If anyone else had said it, I would have thought they were fishing, but he seemed scared, like there had been people who had told him that was all he was useful for.
And that couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Really I like you for your looks and firm ass,” I told him, smiling when he gave me a shocked expression. “There are a lot of reasons I like you. I was teasing you.”
“I like that you tease me. You just might have to explain it to me too,” he worried as I cleaned us up with my towel. “Sorry if you do.”
I shrugged. “I think it’s cute how you trust me to tell you.” I gave him another quick kiss. “You still need more sleep.”
“I like you, Seth,” he whispered as he snuggled up against me. “Thanks for asking me out.”
“I like you too,” I murmured. “Thanks for saying yes.”
Damn, I was in so much trouble. He was delicious and sweet, and I didn’t think I could ever get enough of him.
My siblings brought food later, and we had a feast in my room, Jayme smiling as he took it all in, not saying much but seeming to really enjoy himself as we did. He stayed the night, and we fell into a good rhythm the next few days. I was able to switch with someone for the early morning guard shift, which they were grateful for, but it put me waking up the same time as Jayme.
It had taken a bit of convincing, but I’d promised Sam and Seneca he was sleeping in my bed and I would take care of him. It worked, and so he stayed with me, we got up, showered, and dressed for the day before he left for Nero’s and I switched out for the guard shift. I was done by nine when he finished bringing the breakfast nummies, and we took breakfast back to Nero’s and I got to know the two helpers he had, Jody and Cody.
They were sweet, hardworking, and totally freaked out to learn they were vampires. I answered some questions now and again, but they also seemed to get along with my siblings, so at least they had people to turn to as well.
After breakfast I went and helped with the construction until lunch, and then I grabbed Jayme and we ate with my family. He was done
by then but would do a bit in the kitchen to prep for the next day or he liked to play with ideas. He met me at the cafeteria for dinner and normally to drop off something for Manny or give an idea to someone, as he was already coming up with ideas for his bakery.
He was so, so excited about that it was ridiculously infectious, and I noted we were all smiling more.
Then we swung by the infirmary where he got whatever he needed and a quick check up. Sam and Seneca seemed happy with his progress, and then we headed to my room to either watch a movie or whatever was easy and relaxing before bed. There was always making out in there, and we were still at hand jobs, but they were good ones and things were getting heated. It had been only a few days, but I was happy with the progress.
So I wasn’t remotely prepared for the crazy that came a few days before New Year’s Eve.
“I want sex!” Jayme yelled as he came into the cafeteria for dinner. I turned just in time to see him waving off Alexis. “Seth said to find him when I wanted sex and he would drop everything. I want sex. I’m finding Seth.”
Yeah, I hadn’t seen that one coming either considering he was such an introvert. I jumped to my feet and hurried over to him, noting he had everyone’s attention and people had gone quiet at the commotion.
He smiled brightly when he saw me. “I was playing with Ryan’s balls!”
“I’m sorry, what?” I growled, no longer amused.
He frowned at me, his lower lip quivering. “Why are you getting mad? I was making them for you, stupid.”
I blinked at him and then to Alexis, his words coming out funny. She sighed. “Yeah, he’s sloshed.”
“I had to taste what I was making,” Jayme huffed, giving me a hurt look. “They were for you.”
“What were you making?” I asked gently.
“Rum balls!”
It took everything I had not to roll my eyes. That made much more sense than he’d ever touch my brother that way. I moved closer and ignored when he flinched away from me. “I’m sorry, sweetie. It sounded like you said something else and bad. Thank you for making me treats.”
He tilted his head and pursed his lips at me. No sane man would have denied such an offer, and I kissed him, smiling when he giggled. “I made Kinky balls too. Nero said to use whatever I wanted from the bar they’re setting up, and he had Kinky vodka. A lot of flavors of rum too. I made you chocolate guava rum balls. A bunch of flavors.”
“Explaining why you’re drunk,” I muttered as he wobbled while he rambled. “Time for food.”
His bottom lip came out in a pout. “No, I want sex. You said when I was ready we’d have lots of hot sex and you’d do that thing with the thing and tongue and—”
“Please stop,” I begged, moving my hand over his mouth and reminding my dick to behave. “I want to have a lot of sex with you and often, but you’re drunk.”
He bobbed his head until I removed my hand. “I am? I’ve never had alcohol before besides wine for cooking.”
“And he had a lot of it from the amount of combinations and flavors he was playing with when I went into the kitchen,” Alexis worried. “I think he made batches before trying them because he seemed to try them as he put them in the fridge.”
“Oh good, so it’s not fully hit him yet,” I drawled, getting what she was saying.
“Can I give you a blow job now?” Jayme blurted.
“Awkward,” Alexis sang as she headed for the trays. “Have fun!”
“As soon as you sober up,” I told Jayme. “First you need food.”
He frowned as he let me lead him to the table I’d been at. “Why? I ate a ton of samples. I thought they would be like fun adult cake pops, but with cookies and booze. I mean, it’s ground up cookies and nuts, but I put sticks in them like cake pops, and I thought dipping them in chocolate would be fun because everything is always better with chocolate and—”
“Okay, so you’re a talker when drunk,” I chuckled, trying not to burst out laughing. I sat him down and gave him a quick kiss. “Will you please just trust me? You’re drunk, and you need to eat.”
“Do I get another kiss if I eat?” he asked, beaming at me with glazed eyes and blushing from the booze.
“You can have all the kisses as long as you eat and let me get Sam because I doubt you’re supposed to be drunk.”
He frowned. “I didn’t mean to. I had to taste test. It wasn’t like I was doing shots.” He scratched his head. “Maybe I didn’t get how much I was drinking then since I was eating it.” He smiled at me again. “Hey, there are two of you!”
“What the fuck?” Zach whispered as he moved up next to me. “Is he drunk? All I heard was him rambling when we got here.”
“He was making rum and vodka balls for me,” I answered, amused and thrilled he was doing something so sweet for me. “Can you sit with him while I go find Sam and get him food?”
“I’ll find one of the docs, and you get food,” Ryan interjected. “If you walk out of here, he’ll follow, so stay in sight.”
“Ryan’s balls!” Jayme called out.
“My what now?” Ryan asked, giving him a confused look.
“He’s slurring ‘rum balls’ and it sounds like ‘Ryan’s balls,’” I sighed. “Yeah, confused me too and I got angry.”
“You did,” Jayme pouted. “Not cool. I made them for you. You can’t be angry then.”
“I’m not, I promise,” I muttered, leaning in and giving him another kiss. I hurried to go get food, cutting the trip short when I saw Zach was not having an easy time.
“He was upset you were leaving him and kept trying to find out why you weren’t here,” Zach drawled. “So, note to self, he’s a goofy, rambling, and pouting drunk if you’re not around.”
“I just went to get you fries, sweetie,” I explained as I set down the tray.
“Really?” he giggled, smiling brightly me. “I love fries.”
“I know.” I sat down next to him, and he dove right in.
“I’ll go get actual food now,” Zach chuckled.
“I didn’t get to the wine balls,” Jayme told me as he leaned in, falling on me basically while trying to eat more fries. “I thought fruity wine balls and even champagne balls would be fun. Maybe rolled in dried fruit instead of cocoa or sprinkles or sugar. Well, sugar goes with everything.” He giggled again. “Can I have you covered in sugar?”
“Yes, yes, you can,” I agreed, doing my best not to laugh. I grabbed some fries and held them up for him when he seemed to forget about them.
“Oh, nummy, fries.” He chomped on them, making goofy “nom nom” noises.
“How sauced are you?” I whispered, unable to get over the difference from quiet, shy, and reserved Jayme to the Jayme now who was rambling loudly and making noises while he ate, totally not caring who was around.
“Dude, what were those things in the fridge?” Verge asked as he sat down. “They were seriously good.”
“And had alcohol in them, right?” Nero drawled.
Jayme threw fries at Verge. “They were for Seth! Stop eating everything without asking. And I asked to use the booze. Did you think I was just going to drink in a corner?”
“Oh good, he’s plastered too,” Nero snickered.
Verge responded by eating the fries, even the one that fell on the floor. Awesome, two drunks.
“I didn’t eat that many,” Verge promised. “I was trying to match up what went with each bottle, so I didn’t realize I was having so much booze until I did.” He smiled up at Nero. “But you love sex with me when I’m drunk.”
“How come they get to have sex when drunk?” Jayme demanded, giving me a hurt look. “I came to you for sex, and you said no drunk sex.”
“Drunk sex is awesome,” Verge defended. “Why would you say no?”
“It’s like a comedy show,” Ryan muttered, Seneca standing there with him. “Why is Verge drunk too?”
I waved everyone off and focused on Jayme. “No drunk sex for your first time having sex. We can
have all the inebriated sex you want after we’ve had sober sex.”
“Oh, that’s smart,” he agreed, eating more fries while Nero filled Ryan in on Verge.
Jayme seemed to notice Seneca then and winced. “I didn’t mean to get drunk. I just wanted to make balls for Seth. Food ones. He has his own balls. They’re nice ones. I think. I don’t really have anything to compare them to, but they’re symmetrical, and I hear that’s a thing, lopsided balls or something.” He blinked at me. “I forgot what we were talking about.”
“I’ll bet you did,” Seneca chuckled. He pulled out a flashlight and shined it in Jayme’s eyes. “He’s sluggish but not dangerously so. Feed him, and no more booze until we clear him. Maybe not much then.”
“I’m not a lightweight,” Jayme defended, getting the implication. “I’m just pint sized, and you’re all big. Well, not Seneca. He’s normal. The rest of you are giants.” Then just to make things funnier he started singing “Istanbul (not Constantinople)” by They Might Be Giants just so everyone was trying not to laugh.
“Twenty bucks he gets on a table and starts dancing naked,” Zach muttered as he set down more food.
Jayme stopped singing. “I don’t think Seth would like that if I’m not allowed to have sex while drunk.” Then he went back to singing.
“You are so fucking adorable it should be a crime,” I muttered, feeding him more food, nodding when he complained they weren’t dipped in cheese and ketchup. “What else do you want to eat?”
“Fries.”
“You need to eat more than fries.”
He blushed as he ducked his head. “Then you. I want to eat you.”
“Once you sober up, I will absolutely let you and eat you,” I promised.
“You’re so bad at handling drunk people,” Ryan grumbled as he picked something up off Zach’s tray. “You like this pizza, right?”