Lovers

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Barely had he made the outline of the first paragraph of this darn pointless literature novel, having read the first sentence a good dozen times without having noticed, Simon heard Haylen's voice echo from the other side of the door... That voice was more a plea than anything talked..

Did he say..
I was sure I was going to be hitting the curb.

He never knew how fast images could swirl with only emotional influences, but right now, the room in full had suffered a complete merry-go-round, his heart aching with.... he didn't even know what, all he truly knew was that his muscles couldn't work fast enough as the book was thrown who knew where in the bathroom, jumping to the ground, that the door just couldn't swing opened fast enough.

On the other side stood his frail lover, having said what he'd been dreaming to hear for quite some time already. An overwhelming heat took him over, flames of joy dancing all over, filled with hope and everything else, not too mention the need to hold him, more affecting by that pleading than he'd ever been before in his life.

"Haylen..." he breathed, a mere second before rushing forward, grabbing the boy in his arms.

Just for that instant, he wished the two of them could merge into one single person, no matter the twisted images accompanying the concept. He almost feared letting go, his strong arms wrapped about the thinner frame of HIS man.

"Thank you...I swear I won't ever do anything dumb again like this morning. I'm sorry... I ... I love you. I really do."

Leaving practically no time to Haylen to place any bit of a response, he pulled away, but only enough to trap him in lavish kisses, having missed those lips, that taste, that feel. Even though it hadn't been all that long, it felt like an eternity to Simon.

His lips courses rapidly against Haylen's, leaving them barely enough air to survive, hungry, taken by too many emotions...good emotions. He'd been needing those and by god he wasn't passing it up.

Haylen's mine and mine alone.
I'm his.
I'm....screw thinking...

He let his more animalistic side take control, given he had too little rationality at the moment. He had found what he was seaking all these years, a lover. The rest didn't matter much. Their tongues avidly playing on one another, tasting their mouths and their skin, Simon felt a burst of energy, acting without thinking. Placing a hand beneath each of Haylen's thighs, he lifted him like he weighed nothing, wrapping the boy's legs around his waist and carrying him over to the bed, not even bothering to stop kissing him as he walked over, only to topple over the bed, rolling besides Haylen to finally start to feel the storm within him calm.

Stopping, his breathing rasped, chest heaving, both now side by side, cuddled on their backs, Sy lifted a hand, brought it over to move a few locks of hair away from Haylen's face, playing a bit in the softness of his chocolate hair,

"You know," he started, his tone low and sincere "you've just given me what I've really wanted...and I think, that, it would only be fair to return the favor. So, if there is anything you've been wanting, I'd say now is the time to ask." he finished, a mildly mischievious smile drawing itself on Simon's lips, a glint in his jaden eyes as he looked into Haylen's silvery ones.

It was shocking how quickly events could turn when Simon and Haylen were both involved.

Usually, their arguing ended in one of them pleading for forgiveness, followed by some kind of reckless indulgence, and then the problems were pushed to the backs of their minds in the morning. Now, this time, Haylen knew it wouldn't be as easy as pushing the issue aside, per say - Simon had just said those three venomous words again - but it could be temporarily ignored.

Haylen's desire, however, could not.

Therefore, he was forced so cruelly to act upon it, being the carnal creature that he was. "Simon," he murmured, his voice barely breaking the tense air around them, "I'm glad you're so easy to please. Didn't know throwing myself at you in a fit of nostalgic desperation was something you've always wanted, but... to each his own, yeah?"

He ran his hand smoothly along Simon's side, feeling warm, hard muscles beneath his fingertips. "I can tell you what I want in return, but... I'd rather just show you." He pushed Simon onto his stomach, straddling his waist and bending down to lift the redhead's shirt and kiss down his back. "This is gonna be fun."

At first Simon rolled his eyes at Haylen's first reply, opening his mouth to give something of a protest.  It wasn't that he had wanted Haylen throwing himself at him in a strange warped state of mind...it was simply the commitment he had wanted, nothing else.  But, he didn't get to have much time to make a sound, Haylen claiming his "due", in a sense.
 
Without arguing, he let himself be flipped on his stomach, burrying his face as the boy's tongue came in contact with the skin of his lower, letting out a little groan muffled by the blanket, a series of goosebumps beginning to form on his skin.  A wave of heat began to rise at the level of his chest, coursing all across his front as the arousal began to intensify it's presence.  After all, he'd found a lover, no matter the circumstances and their "argument" was over...
 
So that's what they mean when they say making up is the best part of a relationship.

A smirk crawled upon his lips, a devilish glint gleaming in his eyes as he lifted his head to leave the comfort of the blankets.  He didn't need games right now, and he didn't really want to play them, he just wanted it raw.  No need to ask when you can just, take.
 
With a swift swinging of his hip he flipped Haylen off of him, sending the boy back onto his back besides him, creeping over as he locked their lips together in a moist, hungry kiss, his tongue making his way to taste the inside of the other boy's mouth, humming in pleasure as he did so.  Haylen seemed to move as if he wanted to take back control, but Simon wasn't ready to relinquish his place yet.  Firmly, but without violence, he grabbed a firm hold of the boy's wrists, pinning them on the bed, leaving Haylen more so helpless, returning his mouth to shut Haylen's with a lavish kiss, pulling back for just a moment, a mischievious look upon his face.
 
"Nah ah.  I'll let you show me...only when I'm done..." he chuckled.  "I promise you'll have no complaints."
 
With a slow swing of his left leg, he straddled the boy, sitting himself right below Haylen's crouch to set himself to easily trail his tongue from Haylen's collarbone to where his jaw met his ear, nibbling on his lob, toying and teasing, the session moving forward at a speed that had nothing slow and steady about it.  No time for romance, he just...
 
"I want you...." he breathed in his ear, breath warm, followed by a near to silent whimper.
 
Letting go his wrists, he buried his lips back to the root of Haylen's neck, flickering his tongue against the skin, massaging with his lips, filled with lustful desires.  He'd lost most of rationality, and he sure wasn't about to be looking to gain it back any time soon.  So far, the only thought in his mind was how annoying this evil, evil shirt was, all in his way like that.
 
He brought his hand to the bottom of Haylen's shirt, after pressing both palms to his covered chest, rubbing down in a straight line, feeling every crease, every bump of his subtle tight abs forming his slender figure, slowly going down, purposely brushing his knuckles against Haylen's lower stomach as he took a hold of Haylen's shirt, tugging it up.  He lifted himself just enough to
be able to pass it over the boy's head, admiring the bare torso that laid underneath him.   Such an attractive sight it was.  He loved to look in his eyes, that gloss of pure raw sexual hunger, the way his abdomen would tighten, the muscles undergoing termors with their physical call, calling him. 
 
He lowered himself, kissing Haylen's collarbone, trailing his tongue down, like he was drawing a path, tasting the warm skin.  He made a detour, a little stop to give a quick suckle on his nipple before starting back to his way down, much farther down.  He passed over the central lean line of his stomach, flickering once at his navel and slowed to kiss right at the hem of his jeans, letting his tongue wildly play that weak spot as his fingers wrestled the buttons. 
 
He finally undid that confinement, unzipping the zipper and tugging the boy's underwear down, just a little, stopping right where he felt the eraction's tip begin, kissing lower and lower on the stomach, a grin creeping to the corner of his lips as he did so....and then he stopped, pulling himself up and lying besides Haylen, acting up a false innocence.
 
"So what did you want to show me again?" he asked, unable to hide his playful mood.

He's such a fucking tease.

"Well, Sy, there are a lot things I want to show you, but... can't do 'em all at once, y'know?" Haylen peered at Simon through half-lidded eyes, his breathing already ragged and rough. He reached one hand up and traced gently along the line of Simon's sharp jaw, enjoying the feel of crimson skin beneath his touch. The other hand busied itself with Simon's belt buckle, working expertly at the metal clasp. "I can think of a lot of things that we haven't done yet that I know you would thouroughly enjoy... but we'll take them one at a time."

Moving at a painfully slow pace, Haylen closed the space between them, pressing his lips to the pink flesh of Simon's mouth and dipping his tongue inside. He kissed the other boy lazily, but with an underlying sense of raging lust that couldn't be denied - and probably was pretty evident in the involuntary jerks his hips were doing. "I want you, too, Sy, really..."

There was something about what was going on that made Haylen feel like he was back at home in the dark side rooms of a club. Maybe it was the way Simon was doing this breathy little panting noise, or maybe it was the texture of messy hair tangled in his fingers, or the rough material of jeans rubbing against his exposed stomach - whatever it was, it made Haylen feel secretive, and trashy, and raunchy and dirty - and he liked it. He really fucking liked it.

"M'gonna make you feel so fucking good, you're not even gonna know what to do with yourself," Haylen promised against Sy's earlobe, his voice coming out in silky wisps. He began working Simon's jeans down to mid-thigh, then kicking his own drainpipe pants to a denim pile on the floor. It wasn't long before he found himself urging Simon back onto his stomach, cotton tee clinging to his sturdy torso. The bed was creaking mercilessly beneath the weight of their bodies, and Haylen cursed the boarding school for not finding furniture that was a little bit more quiet.

Leaning down, Haylen played his tongue along Simon's spine, reveling in the pretty sounds that the other boy made. His scraped-up hands were resting lightly on Simon's hips, and it was almost unfair how perfect this kid was -

"Mmnh, baby, I know what I wanna do..."

Time for make-up sex?

I think so.

As opposed to using words, Haylen decided to stick true to what he'd said earlier and simply show Simon what he had in mind. He was still busy trailing wet kisses down the small of Sy's back, but he knew it wouldn't be long before he'd cave in and move on to bigger and better things. His body was already shuddering, his lungs tightening and stomach coiling with heat. "Such a pretty ass," he grinned, giving the redhead a light, playful spank. "Imma tell you what I wanna do, Sy, 'cause I'm trying not to use words, and it's not really working..."

Unless you count the whole below-the-belt region...

Kinda speaks for itself.

Haylen laid his torso flush against Simon's backside, propped up on his elbows, his chin resting on the lowest part of Sy's vertebrae. He could feel the other boy tremble with longing under him and smiled ever so slightly. When he spoke, his lips moved against the dimples on either side of Simon's spine. "I wanna feel you," he murmured. "Inside you. I wanna know how warm you are, really - I wanna get really fucking deep inside you and show you why indulgence can be such a beautiful, beautiful thing."

Such a dirty mouth, Mr. Vega.

You just noticed?
 

The rythm changed but the song remained the same, Simon becoming the one teased and toyed with...and he had sort of set the stage that way.  He listened as Haylen played around his back, making his skin tingle and body squirm as lightning travelled up and down his body. 
 
Amused, he rolled his eyes at Haylen's incorrigible potty mouth, nodding and smiling in between two set of deep masculine groans of pleasure.
 
That guy won't change.
It's entertaining though. 
 
Both of them were close to completely exposed when Haylen began to talk, apparently unable to keep his desire to a display of just show, needing to add the tell part to it.  But as aroused as he currectly was, the idea that was conveyed sent a cold shiver up Simon's spine, his eyes wide and throat gulping.  He wanted Simon to play the bottom end of this session.  In that sense...he was still a virgin and honestly, he was quite scared to cross that line.
 
The heat he had felt just seconds ago was dissipating, but he knew he would give in either way.  It was a step to cross in every gay guy's life...wasn't it?  But he couldn't do it just that way...and he needed a bit more of a warm up than that, for sure.
 
Twisting with agility, he turned himself from under Haylen, without having to remove the boy, then pushing himself up in a sitting position, placing him in a sort of face to face, though he was visibly lower than Haylen, being under him.  He felt vulnerable and he knew he looked almost, submissive in this moment.  Wrapping his arms around the boy, placing a little peck ad the center of his thin pectgorals, he started off with a shaky voice.
 
"I.. you know I'm still a virgin like that right?  I'm a bit scared to be honest."
 
He felt the heat rise to his cheeks, suddenly shy and timid, the little evil Simon gone for the moment as his uncertainty gnawed him at the inside....yet not enough to calm the hardening boner that now rested against Haylen's.
 
"I think I might need a bit more foreplay than that first, you know..." he licked his lips, nervous, still looking to Haylen's collarbone, his lips brushing against his chest as he spoke softly, unable to look the boy in the eyes yet.
 
It was a bit humiliating...but he was curious, and that alone helped accept the predicament.  Everytime he'd slept with Haylen, he'd been amahzed at the result he would instigate whenever he'd bring him to orgasm..it always seemed to be so strong, so intense...and he wanted to know what it felt like, first hand.
 
"Just, so slow, m'kay?" he looked up, finally, eyes scanning for a sign of comfort.