THE TOUCHING
A few minutes go by and I’m still not able to fall asleep. I’m trying to pay attention to what I’m doing now. I have an arm wrapped around his waist and the other is trapped between the mattress and his ribs. Everything about this should be a pain in the ass but it isn’t. I am actually enjoying it. A lot. A whole lot. Like all the lots of the world combined together into a very huge and important lot, if you know what I mean.
I breathe into his neck several times before I try to move a little because I can’t feel blood running through my left arm. I manage to find a spot where I feel even more comfortable and this is it. I’m going to fall asleep now because I need a nap. But his scent though. He smells so fine and, as you know it already, guys who smell good are my favorite thing in the world.
The tourist is breathing so deeply and that tells me that he is completely asleep. I, very carefully, pull his shirt -well, my shirt, the one he is wearing- a little up and I let my thumb caress his tummy. His skin feels so good and soft and amazingly smooth. I wonder what brand of moisturizer he uses. If he uses any, I don’t use it because I am a man, you know. But I’m sure he does and I want my skin to feel as good as his. Don’t judge.
I bet it’s been more than forty minutes already and I still can’t sleep. I am not bothered by it though and that is weird because I treasure my naptime a lot. I just don’t want to fall asleep and then end up hurting him or something. He knows I’m holding him and, maybe if I let him go, he will fall or I don’t know. A lot of things could happen so I just need to focus on holding him like this, or maybe tighter. Do you think he will wake up if I hold him tighter? Not because I want to, just because the falling from the bed thing got me wondering.
Okay, I’ll do it, whatever. If he wakes up, I’ll deny everything and make him look like he is crazy. I tighten my grip around his waist, without pulling my hand out of his shirt. His hip is so small, I can almost wrap my whole arm around him and I’m even able to feel his bones. This guy needs to work out more to build muscle because him being so skinny and small makes me feel weird inside of my stomach. I think I’m in love with his size. I need to have him closer to me because he will break something if he falls.
I pull him closer to my chest and he whimpers a little. Aw but shit, I woke him up. I try to stay still as a rock while he rolls over inside of my arms to face me. He has his eyes closed and I think we are fine. The bitch is still sleeping, good. He wraps his arm around my waist this time and pulls me closer to him. Wow, the tourist is thirsty. How inappropriate of him though. I would never take advantage of someone who’s asleep, because he could totally think I’m asleep, but I guess that’s just me.
I should close my eyes just in case he is spying on me. I do so and then I open them again to check on him. He looks so silly when he sleeps. Silly as in almost cute, you know. He is kind of smiling and I wonder what he is smiling about. His face is glued to my chest and I like him there. I gently caress his back and the idea of taking my hand to his lower back crosses my mind but no. I am a good guy and I would never do something like that. He is totally sleeping though, he would never know, right?
Now I remember that I was cuddling him from behind, which means his you know was right in front of my you other know and I’m hating myself for not noticing that before. I bet it feels wonderful and I should have paid more attention to it. It would have not been inappropriate to rub my you know to his you beautiful and perfect know because we were cuddling. That’s what people do when they cuddle, isn’t it? Well, now that I think about it, I’m actually happy about not noticing because I would have gotten a hard you know and that would have been very awkward.
Now I need to think about something else than his bum because he is still so close to me and I don’t want my manhood to wake him up. I bet he’ll make fun of me if that happens so, let’s see, rainbows and teddy bears. Nah, those are boring but it has to be something cute. Oh, his whimper from before. I smile when I remember how childish and sweet he sounded. I bite my lips to prevent myself from laughing but this is hard.
“What you laughing at, bubu?” his croaky small voice surprises me.
“Hey,” I look at him, “I’m not laughing.”
“Yes, you are,” he doesn’t lose the grip around my body and I don’t either, “Was I sleep talking again?”
“You sleep talk?” I laugh, “You were sleep whimpering actually.”
“Um,” he laughs but he still has his eyes closed, “I’m sure it turned you on.”
“No, it didn’t,” I roll my eyes, “It’s going to take you a lot more than just whimpering to turn me on.”
“Whatever you say, big guy,” he stays quiet for a while and then starts doing the most inappropriate thing ever. He grinds a little against my body and I can’t believe it. He teasingly runs his fingers against my torso and, shit, this is working.
“Stop,” I groan.
“Why? Is it turning you on?” he laughs and I don’t want to look at him right now, “Is this a third nipple?” he asks when his hand reaches the spot.
“It is,” I answer sheepishly, “And there’s a fourth one also.”
“Interesting,” I can tell he is staring at my body to find the fourth one, “I knew you were special from day one,” I feel his index poking the nipple in question, “Oh, hi hello there, fourth nipple. I’m Louis.”
“Shut up,” I laugh, “You are such a dork.”
He moves a little higher so our eyes are at the same height of the bed. I stare at him and he stares back with a smile, “Hello there,” he whispers.
“Hi,” I smile, “Did you have a good nap?”
“I did,” he caresses my hair and laughs.
“What?”
“Your hair. You kind of need a haircut.”
“Long hair don’t care,” I mumble, “And stop insulting me.”
“I’m not insulting you,” he uses one of his hands to play with my hair and he caresses my chin with the other one, “It’s hot,” he laughs at my reaction, “I’ve always wanted to bang a hippie.”
“And I’ve always wanted to kiss a tourist,” I slowly get closer to his face, checking on him to see if he allows me to proceed or not.
“You stole the first kiss and now you are asking for permission?”
“Okay,” I whisper before I collapse my lips onto his.
Now we are talking. He is still playing with my hair as I taste every inch of his mouth. His lips feel so smooth and he tastes very good actually. I pull back a little to look at him and he opens his eyes to stare at me.
“That’s it?” he teases.
“That’s not even the start,” I answer before I start kissing him again. I wrap my hand around his neck to put him in the exact position where I want him to be. He lets out a few moans against my mouth and I’m proud of myself because I haven’t even used my tongue yet and I already have him like this.
I can tell the heat of the room is growing because I’m having a hard time to breath. I enjoy exploring his mouth with my tongue and he lets me do as I want for a while. I pull away to stare at him again and, this time, he is the one to hungrily reach for my mouth again.
He gains strength as he pushes the back of my head to the pillow. It’s weird to feel him in control but this new sensation is actually interesting. Half of his body is on top of me and I caress his sides while he does as he wants with my mouth. I feel his tongue intruding me but not in an awkward way. The tourist is a very good kisser. And I’m happy about it because there’s nothing I hate more than bad kissers.
I try to gain control again and this becomes into a very entertaining fight. I push him back to the bed and I’m on top now. He laughs against my mouth but I turn that smirk into another moan. I kiss his cheek and then I slowly work my way to his neck. I let shy and sweet kisses all over before I start licking his soft skin.
“Hey,” he breathes out.
“What is it?” I struggle to ask because I’m running out of air.
“Let’s take it slow,” he smiles at me.
“Okay,” I nod and then I start kissing him again. This time we take it a little slower as he wanted. We are back at exploring our mouths and we keep a more relaxed but very amusing pace. I caress his hair, his neck, his chest and I work my way down to his hips again. I reach the skin under the shirt and I go all the way up again. He moans against my mouth one more time and I do too. His now warm skin is making me lose it again.
“God,” he whispers when I start kissing his neck again. One of his hands desperately rubbing my back and the other one buried inside of my hair.
“This is how I kiss,” I tell him, staring straight into his eyes, “The previous one was just a little preview.”
“I see,” he smiles and kisses me again. He can’t get enough of me and I’m nowhere close to get enough of him either.
My hands are still inside of his shirt, exploring every inch of his torso. He is so toned and skinny at the same time. I don’t hesitate anymore and I let my hand travel from his ribs to his back. He arches up a little so I can tell he is allowing me to be there. I slowly move all the way down through his spine and my hand is finally about to arrive at the place that I’ve been craving since day one.
“God,” I breathlessly whisper this time and he laughs. I keep my hand moving down and I can finally feel the shape of his butt. This is heaven. I squeeze a little and I’m about to lose my mind. I bury my moans with a more heated kiss.
“Hey,” he tries to say but I’m not willing to stop. I leave my hand right there, moving in circles around that piece of fine art. I squeeze again and I feel him smile against my mouth. I take my other hand to the other cheek and that’s when he stops me.
“Wait,” he laughs, “You need to, at least, buy me dinner before you touch me like this. How rude of you, bubu.”
“You were enjoying it,” I laugh, half amused half disappointed. I needed more time there. “Sorry,” I apologize as I move from on top of him to the mattress. I throw myself next to him and I take a long and loud sigh.
“It’s all good,” he looks at me, “We are good at this, aren’t we?”
“We are,” I laugh and I, weirdly, feel ashamed, “Looks like we are going to have a lot of fun together.”
“I bet we will,” he moves closer to me and rests his face on my chest, wrapping his arm around my waist, “My bubu is a great kisser.”
“My tourist is not bad either,” I plant a kiss on his head, “I need to ask you for a favor.”
“Go ahead,” he answers.
“Please give me your butt exercises routine,” I laugh to make it sound casual but I need to know his secrets or I’ll die.
“Are you being serious?” he lifts his face to frown at me and he laughs when he realizes I am, indeed, being serious, “I’d love to say I work hard to make this happen but I can’t, it’s a natural gift.”
“Bitch,” I cough and we both laugh.
“Good bums happen to good people,” he winks at me and tries to leave the bed but I grab his hand to stop him.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to get ready for our date and you should too,” he gives me a serious warning look, “I’m excited about it. Please don’t tell me it was a lie,” he pouts.
“Of course it wasn’t,” I stand up, “I made reservations and everything.”
“Good,” he smiles as I walk closer to him. I hug him and my hands unconsciously travel to his lower back but he stops me before I can reach the forbidden fruit, “No bum for bubu until our date happens.”
“Life is so unfair,” I sigh, “Let’s hurry up then.”
I grab his face and I kiss him again. No tongues involved this time, just a long and sweet dry kiss. I love being able to kiss him whenever I want to.
I think I already mentioned this before but it’s getting worse and worse by the second. Because man, I am so damn beyond screwed.
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