I was running late. Not that I'd be late for class, but if I didn't hurry I'd miss my morning workout and I didn't want to miss it. I finished getting ready and rushed into the kitchen with my backpack over my shoulder. My mom sat at the table eating a freshly made cinnamon roll. My dad spread the icing over the rest of them. I grabbed a napkin and used it to pick up a cinnamon roll.
"Bye," I said with a mouth full of food.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," my mom said.
"Are you sleeping at home tonight?" my dad asked.
I paused at the kitchen door. "At a friend's," I said.
My dad opened his mouth as if he was going to say more, but my mom said to me, "Have fun," and gave my dad a look I couldn't discern. My dad shut his mouth.
I rushed to the bus stop and barely made it. I sat towards the back of the bus and finished the cinnamon roll. I used the napkin to wipe my mouth. Hopefully there wouldn't be any trace of icing left. I ran on the track, showered and went and grabbed some breakfast from the buffet in the sports building.
Melissa was already in her seat when I got to finance class. I was usually there before her. I sat down and pulled out my finance book.
"The Division I tournament starts this week," she said to me. Obviously we both knew that already. "Good luck," she said.
"Thanks," I said. "If we can just win the first round, I'll be happy. There are a lot of really good teams this year." I wanted to keep talking about it, but knew class was going to start soon. It was probably not a discussion I should start with such a short amount of time.
"I went on those dates with Devon and Jimmy."
I had kind of forgotten about that, but I didn't say that to her. Instead I said, "How'd they go?"
"Good. I think," she said. "They are both nice." She studied me carefully, but I wasn't sure what she was looking for or how she expected me to respond.
"That's great," I said.
She seemed a little sad as she nodded in agreement. The professor came in at that moment so we couldn't really talk more.
After class, I met Vincent at the back of the parking lot of the cafeteria. It had been days since I had seen him and I just wanted to hold him and kiss him and do everything I dreamed about. We had texted back and forth after the game and throughout the day yesterday, but that wasn't the same as holding him and touching him and seeing his beautiful eyes.
I got in his car. He wanted to kiss me. I could see it. He looked around. There were a lot of students around. He didn't kiss me. Instead, he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Where do you want to go eat?" he asked.
"Where ever," I said.
As we drove along the street, he stretched his hand over the center console in between us. I reached out and traced his fingers before I grasped his hand in mine.
He took me to the cafe I liked with the turkey bagel sandwiches.
"Are you coming over tonight?" he asked after we got our food.
"Yes," I said.
He smiled at this. "You probably can't tomorrow night," his smile faded away.
"Don't you have a game Wednesday? The first Division I tournament game?"
"We are taking a plane instead of a bus," I said. "The plane doesn't leave until late morning so I don't necessarily have to rush."
"Okay," he said. "Sleep over Tuesday night then too."
"Okay," I readily agreed.
There were several times during lunch where he started to reach for me or I started to reach for him and then we realized we were in public. I just wanted to kiss him. All over. With no clothes on. My cheeks heated with my sudden blush. He smirked. He was beginning to recognize my blushes now.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked a little too knowingly.
"We should get back to school," I said instead of answering him.
When we got back to the parking lot, I quickly looked around. I didn't see anyone close by. I leaned over and kissed him gently. "I'll pick up dinner tonight," I said.
"Okay," he said.
I quickly showered after soccer practice just wanting to get back to Vincent. Devon and Jimmy cornered me to ask about Melissa. I told them she liked both of them and ran out the door before anyone else could stop me.
The bus ride didn't take too long. I stopped at the nearby bbq place and got chicken to go. Vincent smiled when he opened the door and I couldn't contain myself. I threw my arms around him and squeezed him in a tight hug. The warm takeout bag rested against his back as I still held it and him.
"I missed you," I said.
"You just saw me at lunch."
"I still missed you."
His arms tightened around my waist. "I missed you too." He pulled me inside and closed the door.
We ate first because I was starving. Then we did our homework. After we finished that and cleaned up, we went into the bedroom and played video games.
I kept waiting for him to look at me in that certain way or touch my thighs or anything, but he didn't. I tried not to be disappointed. The night grew later and he went to shower.
While he was in the shower and getting ready for bed, I looked through my phone at the articles I had recently looked up. Luckily I had shared a room with Devon and not Mateo over the weekend. Devon wasn't nosey and left me alone as I looked up things on my phone. I would have needed to be more secretive with Mateo.
My phone rang startling me even though it was in my hands. I blushed when I saw the caller was Gareth. There was no way he knew what kind of articles I had just been looking up.
"Hi," I said answering the phone.
"Hi," he said. "Are you home now?"
"Where else would I be?" That wasn't exactly a lie and Vincent's home was kind of like my home.
"Mateo doesn't happen to be with you does he?"
"No," I said. "He's not home?"
"No. Don't worry about it. He's probably sleeping at Alex's again and forgot to send me a text. It doesn't matter. I'm not his parent and he's an adult."
"Chet," Vincent said as he stepped into the bedroom where I sat on his couch, "do you..."
I put my finger desperately to my mouth to shush him. He froze mid step when he saw me on the phone as if the person on the phone could see him unless he held perfectly still.
I waited to see if Gareth would say anything about Vincent's voice.
"You still there?" Gareth asked after my long pause. He didn't say anything about the other voice so he must not have heard Vincent.
"Yeah," I said. "I'm sure you're right. Mateo just forgot to text you. I do think he mentioned going to Alex's during soccer practice."
"Okay. I'll talk to you later. Bye."
"Bye." I hung up.
"Sorry," Vincent said. He finally moved again. "I didn't know you were on the phone."
"It's okay. It was just Gareth. What were you going to ask me?"
"I don't remember. I don't think it was important."
"Do you mind if I took a shower?" I asked.
"No, but didn't you take one after soccer practice?"
"Yes, but it was just a really quick one so I could get here sooner."
"Sure," he said. "Just treat my place like yours."
I took my time in the shower. I made sure I was completely clean just in case. If things started to get heated tonight, I wasn't going to stop it this time. I had really missed him even though it had only been a few days. I wanted him. Hopefully he had a condom. If not, I would send him out to get one.
I came back out completely dry and dressed for bed as usual. He was in bed scrolling through his phone. He smiled when he saw me.
"Turn out the kitchen light," he said. He put his phone on the night stand by his side of the bed and settled back onto the bed.
"Can we leave it on?" I asked. It was the perfect atmosphere. It was only a dim light around the bed.
"Yes," he said. His voice sounded a little confused.
I crawled into bed and turned to him. He smiled at me and reached up to rub a finger gently over my lips. I did something I had never done before. I took his finger in my mouth and licked it all over. His eyes instantly changed. He withdrew his finger and swallowed hard.
I closed the distance between us and kissed him urgently. He immediately responded. His tongue slipped into my mouth. My arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to me. He shifted so he was above me. My hands curved around his hips as we continued our kiss. Warm lips, wet tongues and fierce desire.
My fingers moved up slightly and under his shirt so my hands were now directly on the flesh of his back. His lips broke from mine and slowly trailed down my neck. Each kiss its own sensation where his lips and tongue met my skin.
He stopped near that spot by my collarbone. He licked it sending shivers down my spine. He kissed it and my legs shifted to either side of his. I lifted the back of his shirt a little more as my fingers explored the muscles and the heat of his skin.
My breath faltered as his hand slipped under my shirt and lingered on my stomach muscles. My arms around him tightened. His lips found mine as his fingers trailed up my stomach. I pulled his shirt up even higher along his back. My fingers were now on his shoulder blades. He broke away from our kiss to pull his shirt completely off. He tried to lift mine, but it caught between my back and the bed. I sat up and pulled my shirt off.
His eyes lingered on my chest and stomach. I realized then that he hadn't ever seen me with my shirt off. I changed almost everyday in front of my teammates, but I had never changed in front of my boyfriend.
He placed his hand on my shoulder and gently guided me back down to the bed. He bent over me and kissed my collarbone. His lips traveled down while his fingers traveled from my stomach upwards. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it while his fingers found the other one. Waves of pleasure tingled through me and a moan escaped me.
He sat up as if he only now realized what position we were in. He was situated over me, between my legs. He tried to roll off back to his side of the bed, but I squeezed my thighs around his waist not letting him go. His hard on poked me and only strengthened my own.
"We should stop," he said. His voice was raw and rough.
"Because you usually stop me," he said.
"Do you have condoms?" I had meant to ask and lube, but the reality of the situation settled over me and I couldn't finish my thoughts.
He stared down at me. His chest expanded and contracted with each breath. My eyes stared back at him.
He stretched out so he could reach the end table by his side of the bed. He took out an unopened box of condoms and lube.
"Then don't stop," I said. I sat up and kissed him desperately while my fingers flittered over the muscles on his stomach. I leaned back as we continued our kiss - as he now hovered over me. As we kissed, one hand steadied himself while the other ran over my chest and stomach. He began to pull down on my sweatpants, but he pulled away and that uncertain look was in his eyes as if he couldn't believe I was allowing this.
I shifted out from underneath him and took my pants off. Only then - as his eyes lingered on my thighs - did he seem to believe this was really happening. His fingers lightly grazed over my thighs, down to my calves. On the way up, his grasp became firmer. He bent down and licked my inner thigh. Ecstasy shot through me and I grasped the bedsheets underneath me in a desperate attempt not to release then.
He sat back up and cupped my hard on over my boxers. His hand began to rub over it up and down. Another moan escaped me. Louder this time. I sat up quickly and removed his hand. I saw it in his eyes. He thought I was saying no again, but I wasn't. I just didn't want to come yet. I tugged his pants down a little so he would be sure of what I wanted. The top of the boxers came with it. My fingers grazed the curves of his backside and I wanted more.
He shifted and took off his pants and his boxers. His skin flushed red with his blush as I finally got a good look at his hard on. There was a stirring of desire inside me even deeper than what I already felt. I had touched his hard on before, but I hadn't actually seen it. I reached out and lightly grazed it's length with my fingers.
He grabbed my wrist to stop my movements and swallowed hard. "Your turn," he said in a low, husky voice. He looked pointedly at my boxers.
I slid my boxers off. He looked at my hard on and then his.
"We're the same size," he said.
I smiled. I found his words strangely endearing. My hands came around his neck and brought his lips to mine. He hovered over me as I settled back on the bed. Our lips melded together, our tongues rolled with each other. His hard on was pressed against my bare skin as mine was on his.
He broke away from our kiss and looked into my eyes just enough to ask, "How do you want to do this?"
His golden eyes were the most beautiful thing on this Earth.
"You mean like position?" I asked.
"I want to look into your eyes," I said.
His expression softened and he buried his head in my neck. "How do you always know what to say?" he asked.
"I just say what I feel," I said.
He kissed me. My hands clung desperately to his back as the kiss intensified. His hand trailed down my stomach, over my hip, between my thighs to that spot.
"Lube," I said breaking away from the kiss.
He sat up between my legs and put the lube on his fingers. He leaned over me again and kissed my neck, licked as he slowly inserted one finger. He hesitated. I moved my hand to the back of his neck and guided his head back to mine so I could kiss him.
"It doesn't hurt," I muttered against his lips in case that was the reason he had paused.
That seemed to be the encouragement he needed as he kissed me, as his fingers went from one to two and then three. It felt strange, but it didn't hurt and his kisses were devine.
He pulled back and opened the box of condoms. I watched him for a moment as he struggled to put it on whether from nervousness or inexperience I wasn't sure. Then I sat up and slid it on for him. Our fingers mingled together, our breaths combined. I helped him with the lube and then we were kissing again. He guided me back down on the bed. My legs shifted around him.
He continued to kiss me as he started to press himself inside. I didn't mean to make my discomfort known to him, but I breathed in sharply against his lips at the sudden strangeness and pain. He paused. I stared into his eyes. He was lovely and handsome and kind and all I wanted. The depths of his eyes helped me relax. I reached down between us and guided him all the way into me.
I lifted my head slightly off the pillow so I could kiss him again. He took this as consent and began to shift and move in and out. He hit a spot and ecstasy spasmed through me. Another moan escaped me. I couldn't even kiss him back as he hit that spot again. His lips trailed down to my neck, but paused there as he continued to move inside me. My hands dug into his back with the overwhelming pleasure.
"Vincent," I whispered his name. As he moved in and out, his hand wrapped around my hard on and began to pump. It didn't take much to make me climax. I was already enveloped with euphoria.
He moved in and out only a few more times before his body tightened with his release and then he relaxed over me. He stared down at me for several moments still inside me before he slid out and climbed out on his side of the bed.
He handed me tissues to clean my own cum off me while he took off the condom and cleaned himself off. He took my tissues from me when I was through and threw them away in the small garbage bin by his side of the bed.
Vincent crawled back under the covers and stretched out beside me. He threw an arm over my side and stared into my eyes. "I love you, Chet," he said.
I knew he meant it. I could see it in his eyes, could feel it through the space between us. It filled my chest with such warmth I thought I might burst.
I smiled. "I've wanted to tell you those words for so long," I said. "I called you 'my love' once, but you were asleep and didn't hear me." I caressed his cheek. "I love you, Vince. My love."
He smiled tenderly before he leaned in that short distance to kiss me gently on the lips. "I love you," he said again. "You make me happy in a way I never thought possible. You have awakened feelings inside me I never knew existed. I've become a better person because of you." His fingers began to trace the outline of my face as he spoke. "You have filled every space in my heart and spaces I never knew existed continue to be filled by you. You've become my whole heart."
His words consumed me, entered me, spread to every cell of my being. There was a sacred happiness that filled me with his words. "My love," I said.
"My heart," he said.
I held him. He held me. Naked and warm. Filled with happiness and love. We drifted off to sleep.