Author's Note: There are a few chapters left before this story ends. I'm going to miss Chad and Isaiah. Warning, there's a sexual moment between two boys. If you're not comfortable, you can skip that part.
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The next day, my ass still hurts from last night.
Isaiah has prepared me a hot bath, as he has read on the internet that hot bath is a good thing after sex. I can't believe I just took it up the ass without complaining. Last night was really amazing. I felt like I was in heaven seeing stars, and the way Isaiah moved his hips gently, quickening his pace, sent me over the edge. Isaiah was gentle, and I remember the way he touched me, the way his fingertips trailed across my arm to my neck.
Last night is definitely one of the best experiences I've had.
If I could talk to my younger self and tell him that he'd take it up the ass someday, the younger me would have straight laughed at me for being such a lying son of a bitch. I would have never thought that I'd have sex, or make love as what Isaiah likes to call it, with a guy. Never in a million years that idea would have come up in my head.
"It's ready," Isaiah says, half naked as he saunters his way to me. A towel is wrapped around his waist, hanging dangerously low, letting me see that firm V-shape line present on his hips. I blush at the sight. Isaiah looks like a walking God.
"Hold on, my ass still hurts." I hiss when I try to stand up.
Isaiah immediately runs after me worriedly. "Do you want me to carry you?"
"Please?"
"You don't need to say please," Isaiah smiles, making my heart race. "You know I'd do anything for you, right? All right, I'm going to carry you." He leans down and kisses my nose, making me blush again.
Isaiah loops his arm beneath my legs, and the other one on my back, lifting me bridal style. I snake my arms around his neck, pulling him close, and he presses his mouth to me. Isaiah licks his bottom lip before bringing me to the bathroom. The tub is filled with hot water, and I can see the smoke coming out of the water. He brings me down a bit low, letting my toes feel the water, and I nod at him, then he places me to the tub and I sigh in contentment.
Yes, Isaiah just carried me while I'm naked.
The weather is still bad; it keeps snowing. Isaiah joins me in the shower despite having showered as soon as he woke up. He puts liquid soap in the water, resulting for bubbles to form. I laugh when he blows some in my face. Bill and mom are still not home, and we don't know when they would be. I've checked my phone when I woke up thirty minutes ago, but I haven't received a message from her.
My boyfriend washes my back and while he does so, he keeps kissing my shoulder. Isaiah is very different as a boyfriend. No wonder a lot of girls would like to be with him, considering how sweet, gentle, and kind he can be if someone ever gets to know him. And I'm lucky that I've become his boyfriend.
A lot of girls, if they know that I'm in a relationship with the one and only Isaiah Nate Parlin, would be jealous of me. Of course, why wouldn't they be? I'm dating one of the hottest guys in school, and from what I've heard from the cheerleading team, Isaiah is considered as a walking God due to his looks and having been won several games. A lot of people respect him because he's just that type of person you have to respect because he's kind and amazing.
I remember meeting him the first time. Dylan just invited me for a Saturday adventure, and I couldn't say no to that because I really love travelling. We were having dinner or lunch, I can't remember, but I told my mom that I was going with Dylan and Isaiah was pissed at that information, telling everyone that Dylan was an asshole. We argued by the table, and mom and Bill were just watching us. I can tell Isaiah was really annoyed on that day. He came to my room the same day, and apologized for being such an asshole. I remember introducing myself the way Filipinos like to introduce themselves – pretending to be in a pageant: name first, the age, and where you come from.
That night, he gave me his first smile.
Looking back at those moments prior to the day when something happened between us back in that weekend adventure with Dylan, I find Isaiah cute and adorable. Now, I'm beginning to think on those moments where he was pissed at me for being around Dylan, was he jealous? It's hard to say he's not jealous when he's my boyfriend now, and sometimes, my mind works in a different way.
"What are you thinking?" he asks me, lathering my hair with shampoo.
"Just you," I reply, looking at him over my shoulder.
"What about me?" Isaiah leans down and plants another kiss on my shoulder.
"Just you in general," I smiling, turning around to face him. Even though we're naked (and I don't know where I've gotten this confidence to be around with someone who is on his birthday suit as well), I feel so comfortable with him, like there's nothing I should hide. "I just remember the times we were arguing because of Dylan, and looking back at it now, it sounds like you were jealous. That could just be my imagination, though."
"Hmm," Isaiah hums, trailing his fingers across my back, sending shivers down my spine. He plants a kiss on my forehead, making me flustered. "Maybe I was. I really don't know. But the first time I actually saw you was when you were Dylan, and you were trying out for volleyball. You guys were talking as if you knew each other, and it ticked me off because he got to know you first because I knew I was the one who, you know, was supposed to get to know you in the first place. Because you were my step-brother. And I guess I just used that step-brother card to convince myself that it was... just that, brotherly feelings and nothing more."
"But here we are," I chortle.
"Yeah, here we are," Isaiah chuckles. He plays with my hair, twirling it with his index finger. The water remains warm, and there are bubbles everywhere. I really like this setup. "I really, really, really love you, Chad. You have no idea how much you mean to me. I never thought you'd have a big impact in my life, and imagining myself without you, God, I can't even describe it, let alone think of it."
"Funny, I thought the same thing,"
"Yeah?"
"Yes," I rest my chin on his chest, looking at him. He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on my lips before making a cute face. I laugh. "And I just want you to know that I love you, too. Mahal kita. I love you."
"Mahal kita," Isaiah says in his cute American accent.
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In the afternoon, we've heard from the news that there's going to be a winter storm coming. Isaiah hasn't really been paying attention as he's busy making nachos for us. I ignore the news and open Netflix on TV. Since there isn't much to do, we decided to kill time by binge-watching series on Netflix. I have no idea what we will watch considering it has been a long time since I watched anything on that platform.
When Isaiah is done, he takes a seat behind me, his legs on either side of me. He places the bowl of nachos on my lap, still a bit warm due to the cheese and beef, and searches for a good series to watch. It takes a few minutes before Isaiah settles with Sex Education.
I let my back rest on Isaiah, and he keeps peppering me with kisses as we both watch the show. This is the chill life I've always wanted, and it couldn't be better since Isaiah is here with me, with his arms wrapped around me as I feed him nachos.
Isaiah feels so warm, and I don't bother much about the cold weather. Isaiah runs his fingertips across my stomach. I bite my lower lip, resisting the urge to let out a moan. Isaiah begins kissing my neck, his hands playing with the hem of my underwear. He slips his hand inside my underwear and I moan out loud when he grabs a hold of me, his thumb running circles on the tip. I can feel Isaiah's smug look as he slowly pumps me, still kissing my neck. Isaiah, with his free hand, grabs the bowl of nachos and sets it aside.
Groaning, I grab his wrist and pull it away so I can make a room for myself to turn around. I sit on his lap and attack his lips, and Isaiah immediately grabs my pants and pulls it down, smirking as he kisses me back. My underwear has become uncomfortably tight around me. Isaiah pulls his pants, along with his underwear, and I can see how hard he is. He helps me with my own underwear, throwing it somewhere around the living room, and begins showering my chest with kisses.
Our dicks rub together, creating friction that has me gasping for air. Isaiah grabs my ass cheeks, kneading it, and jerks his hips upwards. There's still a pain on my butt from last night, but I wouldn't mind doing it again. Isaiah was so good at it last night; the sex blew my mind in every possible way.
"Condom," I breathe. Isaiah nods.
I roll over, sitting beside him, and Isaiah practically runs. I laugh when he falls on the ground, his foot getting stuck on the shorts he was wearing earlier, and he rolls his eyes at me and runs naked upstairs to get the condom.
Once he gets back, Isaiah sits back on the couch, lifting me up and placing me on his lap. He hands me the condom and rip it open with my teeth, then grab the rubber and roll it on him. Isaiah's lips are parted, his eyes looking at me with so much intensity that my fingers begin trembling. He grabs the lube he has grabbed along with the condom, and smothers his dick with the gel. He cups my ass cheeks and guides me to his hard member. I flinch when the tip begins poking my entrance, and slowly, I slide down on his dick even though it quite hurts, but soon enough, pleasure overcomes the pain.
Isaiah grips my hair, pulling my head back, and begins kissing my neck as he thrusts slowly in and out of me. I pant, mewling on top of him, my eyes rolling at the back of my head as he continues to hit that spot inside me that makes my brain go haywire. His free hand is resting on my hips, guiding me up and down as I bounce on him. He grabs my dick and pumps it, then he begins sucking on my nipple. Isaiah lets out a growl when I clench around him, and his thrust becomes harder and faster.
Despite my ass still being sore, I ignore the pain and focus on the pleasure this is giving me. Isaiah is so good at this that it almost makes me want to release, but I hold it in for a while. Isaiah gasps when I bounce until everything of him is inside me, and he kisses my mouth.
Pulling away, Isaiah pushes me back and slides out of me. I look at him in confusion before he grabs me, turning me around on fours on the couch, before slamming back into me. He grips my hip and the other one grips my hair, continuing to slam into me. I purse my lips, whimpering, feeling his dick going in and out of me that makes my eyes roll at the back of my head. Isaiah leans down and begins putting a trail of kisses on my back, and his thrust becomes sloppier and harder.
He grabs my dick and begins jerking me off as he whispers lewd things in my ear, telling me how much he wants this and how loud he's making me groan. Isaiah commands me to say his name as he fucks me, his voice low and demanding. He plays with my sac before squeezing it, making me scream his name as he hits that spot again in me. As I climax, Isaiah grips my hips before letting out a loud groan, and I know that he has already reached his climax. Isaiah pants, both of us breathless from the activity, Netflix and nachos long forgotten. Isaiah kisses me on the lips before slowly pulling out, making me flinch in pain.
"Good thing the weather is cold, huh," Isaiah mutters in my head.
I turn around, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. Isaiah rolls off the condom filled with his load and throws it in the bin, making sure that it's at the bottom for no one to see. He grabs my underwear and pants, and hands it to me so I can wear it. He kisses me one last kiss on the lips before getting his underwear and pants, wearing it in front of me. God, even though his dick is now flaccid, it's still quite big. And I can't believe how that thing fit inside me.
This time, though, the pain is now more bearable than the last time. Isaiah goes to the kitchen and when he returns, his carrying a wet tissue. He wipes the couch where I released my load, and I blush in embarrassment. Isaiah sees my reaction and laughs, flicking my forehead before cleaning it. He also grabs Lysol and sprays on it.
Limping a bit, I grab the bowl of nachos and heads to the kitchen a bit slowly, getting used to the pain I feel in my butt. Isaiah turns off the TV and follows suit. He opens the fridge and grabs himself a glass of orange juice, and he offers some to me, which I gladly accept. Isaiah lifts me up, placing me on the counter, and he kisses my lips again.
This time, the kiss is slow and gentle, not the usual kiss we share. He pours his emotion into the kiss, and I make sure he feels the same emotion I feel for him. We're too caught up with kissing that we haven't realized that mom and Bill have come home, and when they head to the kitchen, they see us kissing each other.
"What the hell is happening here?" Bill asks.
We break apart. I look at my mom and Bill with wide eyes. Isaiah is as just shocked as I am, my heart racing. Mom looks between me and Isaiah, and Bill's expression is blank. Isaiah takes a step backwards, making sure there's enough space between us.
We're fucked.