ML - chapter 39

Atticus stepped out of the centre, and was immediately greeted with a radiant smile and oceanic blue eyes. “Well hello there good sir,” Blake said in a mock posh accent. Atticus giggled, reaching up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Happy two months,” he whispered in his boyfriend’s ear, before he received a similar greeting, only his ended with a little kiss to the neck. Atticus giggled again, stroking Blake’s cheek once he pulled away from the red-head’s neck.

Taking his hand, Blake led them through the town. They stopped for lunch, went window shopping, did some actual shopping, stopped to get coffee, and then headed back to Blake’s house. Gemma and Joseph were out on a double date with some of their friends, so once again, they had the house to themselves.

Laying next to each other on Blake’s bed, Atticus rested his head on his boyfriend’s chest. “I really have no idea how you manage to keep your grades in competition with Riya’s at the same time as be the football captain and go on dates with me,” Atticus said, how impressed he was coming through his voice.

“Eh, I have good memory. I don’t have to do much revision if I take good notes in class. I only really do football at school and on the weekends sometimes. And then us ‘going on dates’ is just hanging out in my room most of the time for an evening, it doesn’t stop me from doing anything else. Plus it’s way more enjoyable.”

Atticus poked Blake’s chest through the shirt, grumbling something about him being a smarty-pants. “Oi, that was my nipple!” Blake exclaimed, feigning scandal. Atticus giggled, poking his nipple again.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to kiss you again.”

Atticus rolled his eyes, peering up at blue ones. “Oh no, what a terrible shame that would be.”

Blake grinned, wrapping his arm around Atticus and pulling him up for a kiss. Atticus was practically lying on top of him now, with their bodies flush against each other. Atticus bit his lip. “Hey…I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I was thinking, maybe I’m thinking…”

Blake laughed, tracing circles into Atticus’s back. “That’s a lot of thinking going on there. What were you thinking?”

Atticus relinquished the hold on his lip, instead kissing Blake again. “I was thinking, maybe I should stop thinking that if we do anything, it’s going to lead to sex straight away?” Blake nudged his nose with his own, urging him to continue.

“Ugh. Basically, I want to do stuff with you, because I really like you and I’m really attracted to you, but that doesn’t have to be sex, as in like, anal sex, we can do other stuff, which I think I’d be ok with?”

Blake let it all sink in for a moment. “Oh. Ohh. I get you. And I really like you too. And it’s totally ok if we start doing something though, and you want out, ok?” Atticus nodded, so happy he ended up with this young man. “So, what do you think you might be ok with?”

Atticus kissed along his jaw. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Blake laughed, smoothing his hands down Atticus’s back. “Yes, that’s why I’m asking.” They both laughed, the sound trapped between them as their lips collided again.

As their kiss deepened and their tongues explored each other’s mouths, Blake’s hand slipped inside Atticus’s shirt, pressing against the small of his back, and pushing him closer to his boyfriend.

Atticus thought about what he was comfortable with - pretty much anything that wasn’t penetrative sex, he figured. Anything else, he would happily do with Blake. So, when he started to feel particularly horny, he rolled his hips into Blake’s.

The latter hissed, not expecting any friction down there - the movement between them only highlighting just how turned on each of them was. “I’m ok with literally anything except anal,” Atticus said after a moment, grinning impishly at Blake.

“Oh, is that so?” He gasped, his breath hitching in tandem with Atticus’s as he ground against him once again. Blake’s sex dream from all that time ago flashed into his mind, and he thought of one thing he’d like to do.

“Uhh, you’re welcome to say no, if you don’t want it, but um,” Blake was blushing, and Atticus couldn’t tell if it was from having his boyfriend rubbing up against him, or if it was from trying to get the words out.

“Do you want me to suck you?”

Atticus almost choked on his own breath, before laughing, and kissing Blake again. It was a little more moist this time, and careless, as the two got desperate. “You don’t mind doing that?” Blake shook his head adamantly. “You remember that sex dream I had right after I met you?” Atticus giggled, his breath catching as he unconsciously ground into Blake again.

“I woke up right before I got to do it, so, if you’re ok with it…” Atticus pulled back so he was sitting on Blake, the bulges in both their trousers very prominent. “I’m definitely ok with it.” Blake laughed, and they shifted around so that Atticus was the one to lie on the bed, with Blake above him.

As Blake unbuttoned Atticus’s jeans and began to peel back the waistband of his boxers, he kept glancing up to check Atticus’s reaction. “Calm down babe, I’m literally a werewolf. If I don’t like it, I’ll totally throw you off the bed.”

Blake chuckled, reaching up to kiss him once more. “Yeah, please just tell me if that’s the case, I’d much rather not have any broken bones.” Atticus giggled again, stroking Blake’s hair. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Slowly, Blake removed Atticus’s trousers and boxers, taking in the sight of his boyfriend’s erect penis right in front of his face. Not exactly how he thought their date today was going to go, but he wasn’t complaining.

Licking his lips, Blake leaned forwards, entangling his fingers with Atticus’s while his other hand slowly touched the erection in front of him. Atticus gasped a little, but a squick squeeze on his hand told him it was a good gasp, rather than one because he was uncomfortable.

Blake tentatively licked the head, before taking him in more completely. Blake had never done this before, but this had never been done to Atticus before either, so their standards and expectations didn’t matter anyway.

Blake felt Atticus’s free hand move to his short hair, gripping Blake’s head and controlling the pace, sometimes pushing him to go faster, and at other points, to go slower, when Atticus’s breath began to hitch more frequently, and his moans grew louder.

Blake let his boyfriend fuck the back of his throat a few more times before he pulled away, his mouth leaving Atticus’s cock with a pop sound just as the red-head came.

When Atticus said nothing, Blake was paranoid he’d done something wrong, and reached out a hand to gently shake his boyfriend. Atticus removed the arm from his face, grinning. “Wow. That was great. Thank you,” he said with a giggle, sitting up to kiss Blake again.

“Ew, is that what my dick tastes like?! I can’t believe you just did that, you poor thing,” he said, still laughing while Blake rolled his eyes, cuddling up next to Atticus. “I’m glad you enjoyed it - I’ve been wanting to do that for a weirdly long time.”

Atticus laughed again, before cupping his hand around Blake’s own erection. “I don’t mind returning the favour?” Blake smoothed his fingers across his jaw, smiling warmly. “You don’t have to, I don’t want you to push yourself.”

His boyfriend only laughed, whispering in his ear “trust me, I’m not pushing myself.” Pulling back, he smiled gently. “Can I?” Blake bit his lip, but he was horny and Atticus was offering and he looked sexy as hell right now, and his face when he came was next-level hot, and it only made Blake hornier.

“Ok, but stop immediately if you don’t want to do it.” Atticus grinned again, pecking him once on the lips before diving down to pleasure his boyfriend.