If Red Means No, Invert The Color

Chapter 7

I hollowed my cheeks and bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could, my tongue sweeping the bottom of his length with every stroke of my hand and bob of my head. The room was silent- for the most part. In all honesty, the room was loud, Everest couldn't stop moaning, his right hand finding its way into my curls, and his other gripping the sheets. The taste of him was addicting, so was the smell of him. I could do this for hours, but my jaw was starting to hurt. I begin stroking him faster with my hand, my mouth only working on his tip, my tongue flicking expertly underneath his head. That's when his grip on my hair grew tighter, and his moans louder. I soon became addicted to a new taste. 

I swallow every  bit of him that I could before sitting up, my mouth making a 'popping' sound as I sit up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. I sit back down next to him, looking down at the beautiful boy next to me. His blonde locks were sticking to his forehead, his arm covering his eyes as he breathed heavily. I chuckled. 

"Feel better?" I ask, smiling down at him. 

And with that, he lets out a laugh, a beautiful, beautiful laugh. 

Everest's POV

I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I lay back on my bed, my body feeling too weak to actually pull up my pants, let alone to get up and put on my shirt. I glance over at Kieran and smile. His lips were swollen slightly, but they glistened with my... Nevermind.

"I uh... Thank you for that" I stammer, wiping away some sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.

He chuckles and lays down on his back next to me. "Well, anytime. You seemed like you needed it." He glances at me, his eyes were much darker than normal, they were almost black with lust. "Plus, I didn't mind. At all really. If you couldn't tell." He murmurs, his face immediately turning red.

I glance down and see the issue in his jeans, and I begin to panic. "Oh uh... I would help but"-

My words were cut off by his lips pressing against mine in a quick kiss. "Everest, I wasn't going to ask you too, but would you mind opening a window so I could smoke to calm down" He asks, smiling at me reassuringly.

"Yeah of course. I'm sorry I just.. I've never been with a man before." I say, sitting up and turning my back to him. I pull my pants up and buckle them.

I feel a set of arms around my waist. My body instantly relaxed against his, I sigh. "I know, Ev. I wasn't going to make you, or even ask you too. I am not going to pressure you. I promise. But please, grab me that cup and my jacket so I can smoke. It will calm me down."

I chuckle, relief flooding my veins. But, a pang of guilt still remained. I wanted to please him too, I just wasn't ready.

I get up, tossing Kieran his shirt and his jacket, quickly swapping the ash cup I had provided him from the bathroom and opening the window. He didn't put his shirt back on. I sat down next to him again, sitting on the edge of the bed next to the window as well. I grab the remote and switch to Youtube, playing my music playlist. I take this time to glance at Kieran in all his glory. Smoke dissipated from his mouth as he looked out the open window. I could see every tattoo all the way up his neck from here. And I loved the way they looked in contrast to his skin.

"How many tattoos do you have?" I ask him.

He takes another drag from his cigarette. "I lost count a while ago." he chuckles. I look him up and down. The majority of his chest was covered, as was his arms and back, his neck even had what looked like a dragon going up and curling behind his ear. They were all dark and bold, contrasting brightly against his pale, almost blue, skin. His dark curls were almost to his shoulders now. He was beautiful, in every sense of the word. His hair was still dripping slightly from his bath, mine from sweat. The silence between us wasn't awkward, but it felt like something needed to be said.