Birds of Feather

Chapter 10: Teenagers in Love

You leaned back against him in the dark hall, his hands slowly unzipping your hoodie as you stood in the entrance hall. There was little left to be said, and there was just enough light that you could see the outline of his fingers against your dark clothes. But even if you couldn't see him, you were aware of him.

Breath hot against your ear, strong hands pulling your hoodie back and down your arms slowly. He was taking his time, and wouldn't be rushed.

Not that you wanted to rush him.

Dinner at Thatch's restaurant had been nearly perfect. Marco's brother was as comfortable to talk to as Marco was, and by the end of the meal you were bantering playfully with both of them. A single drink, delicious as it had been, wasn't enough to dull your senses, but it was enough to take the edge off of your concerns.

Marco's fingers undo your belt, the soft click of thin metal is the only sound you can hear over your rising heartbeat. Your hands are on his arms, not because you need to keep yourself steady, but because you want to touch him, and you both have too much on still.

He undoes the top button of your jeans and you slip out of your shoes, taking a step away and looking at him over your shoulder. He takes his own shoes off, quicker than you think he should be able to, but you're too focused on other things to care. Pulling your shoulder purse off you set it on the counter and turn to face him.

There's a light in his eyes, and while they're still hooded, there's no denying the fire burning in them.

"I'd... like for you to come inside, when we get to my place." You say it softly, squeezing his fingers. You couldn't quite bring yourself to look over at him, the fear of rejection making it hard to muster up your earlier confidence.

"Am I being a gentleman?"

"... I'm not going to confine you to my living room."

"Allow me," he says, a voice heavy and almost demanding, as he reaches for your belt and tugs it free of your jeans while you start to pull his belt loose.

You step back as he steps toward you, letting him close the gap enough to almost meet your lips before you shift with a smile. He drops your belt on the floor while you pull his free, letting it fall to the floor as you take another step.

The smile on his face promises he's enjoying the teasing display, and he pulls his t-shirt off, grabbing one end as he brings it down behind your back. He uses his shirt to pull you to him as he steps forward, keeping you from taking another step back.

You gasp a little, suddenly pressed up against him. He tosses the shirt aside, hands on your body before you even realize you're free and holds you in place as he leans down and kisses you. The heavy kiss makes you moan, your fingers holding onto his arms as your soft gasp of pleasure is enough for his tongue to push into your mouth.

Marco's hand cradles your head, and he nearly lifts you up as he takes a couple more steps toward the hall leading down to your room. You can't help the surprise squeak he devours, with how easily he lifts you, your toes just barely leaving the floor before you're set back down.

"I can be a gentleman in any room of your house, yoi." He says, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

"Do you want to be a gentleman?" You prompt, looking down at your hands.

"What I want isn't important just yet."

"... Do you want to sleep with me?" You question after a moment, turning toward him.

You have one hand on Marco's shirt as you take a step back, looking over your shoulder just enough to make sure you're headed down the hall and not into a wall. Your other hand is holding your pants up, which desperately needed the belt to stay in place.