Curls
"Ey, Matt... Why is there a sock in the freezer??" I'm putting ice on a rag.
"Ah right, I forgot it was there..." Ok, that's weird "the other day I had a really bad hangover..."
"So..."
"So you know how it is... You put one sock, you freeze the other, and the headache goes away"
"Really!?!"
And he is laughing, damn, he was joking right?
"No, not really" he keeps laughing "but if you freeze a wet rag and then wrap it around your head, it helps"
"But a sock?"
"Fine, next time I'll use a scarf, Auch!"
I put the ice on is ankle.
"Oh don't be such a baby"
"Good thing you're not a doctor"
"Should I take you to a doctor?" Damnit what if he sues me later? Nah, don't be paranoid!! You're all over the place man! And now you're talking to yourself, what's next? Get like twenty cats??
He touches my shoulder and I kind of jump. "Uh. Sorry, I was just thinking"
"It's fine dude, I get it. I'm fine, really, you can go if you want..."
WHAT? Oh damn, he looks like a kicked puppy "breakfast!! I was thinking that I didn't have breakfast" that sounds believable, and I am kinda hungry... "I should go buy something?"
"Relax, I'll make us some..." He is trying to get up, so I push him down by the shoulders.
And I jump out of the couch "you stay there"
"Ok sure" he is giggling now "first you preheat the oven, then you put that tray under that cloth in"
I look at it and it's full of pastries "did you make this??"
He shrugs "I like to cook" great husband material. I have a husband!! Damnit
I get busy in the kitchen, and in like an hour we are having coffee fresh baked goods, he is amazing, we are the picture of domesticity, I could see myself spending every lazy morning like this "I should twist your ankle more often"
"There are easier ways to get breakfast" he fakes pout and I want to bite that pouty lip. Damnit.
He knows what I'm thinking, we've locked eyes for like a minute to a year, I want to kiss him. My hand is in the back of his neck, our faces are getting closer and closer, please someone interrupt this! A knock on the door, a phone call, anything.
He tastes like coffee, and sweet, and happiness, and lightning. It's like an electric shock.
He pulls me to him, he is hugging me tight, like with his full body, and somehow I'm straddling his lap, and he moans into my mouth. Damnit, I've never felt like this with Jerr.
Jerr! "I have a husband" that's the bucket of ice water I needed.
We're half frozen, half trying to catch our breaths.
But he doesn't release the hug. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that" he is apologizing.. he? Why? I started the kiss, and he looks so upset about it.
So I put his face between my hands and make him look at me "no, I'm sorry, this is my fault" and he looks so... So... And I'm kissing him again.
We're making out and humping like teenagers. I feel him under me, this time it's not the water bottle. He his sucking on my neck, that's one of my weaknesses, and I feel like I'm about to cum all over my pants any second now, so I yank his head back by the hair, leaving that beautiful thick neck wide open, he moans and whimpers at the same time, I run my tongue through it, so I start sucking on it, nipping at the base where it meets the shoulder.
Suddenly he hugs me really tight, and he's shaking and grunting and I think he just came, so I yank his head back again and I'm kissing him. He put his hand up my shorts, and grabs my dick through my underwear, and that's all it takes, I am cumming, and I don't want to break the kiss.
This is something like I never felt before.
We are trying to catch our breaths, forehead against forehead. I'm running my fingers through his hair, I don't want to open my eyes. This moment it's perfect.
His hand is under my shirt, caressing my back, I shudder. And that brings me back to the real world. Damn
I look at him and I don't know what to say.
"Please don't freak out" he looks so vulnerable. So I kiss him again, because what else can I do? This is a much slower kiss than before, so much sweeter and caring. It feels like a plea and a good bye at the same time.
"We need a shower" and just thinking about him under the water has me going again.
I help him to the bathroom, none of us saying a word.
I'm helping him undress. I take of his t shirt while running my hands through his back, I bite his nipple and he moans while running his fingers through my hair not pushing down, but not letting me go either, not that I'm complaining, his tiny dark nips are driving me insane. He pulls me up by the chin, and we're kissing again.
After a while I slowly push away and I go to my knees, I untie his short's drawstring, and in one fell swoop I pull them down, underwear and all.
Gasp!
He is long, and fat, and hard, and with a big splotch of cum on the side "look at the mess you made" I'm helping him get his feet out of the clothes.
"Ha! Like you are any better"
And he is completely naked "your turn" he says and he takes my clothes of much faster in a kinda hungry way.
I. Am. Loving. It!
And we're kissing again rubbing our dicks, smearing our spunk, using it like lube. He grabs my ass and pulls our bodies even closer.
I am losing my mind.
We get in the shower, I push his back against the tiles, I grab his injured leg by the knee and pull it up "don't put any weight on it" he wraps it around my butt, pulling us closer, and we keep on rubbing.
This frotting game is killing me. I grab our dicks with one hand, he does the same on the other side and we start jerking off together.
With the other hand on the back of his neck I deepened the kiss. I don't want to let him go, ever. And just as I'm thinking that, I'm cumming all over him.
My knees are weakening, so I go down. I put his leg over my shoulder and I take him in to my mouth. There's no way I'll ever be able to take him full, so I concentrate on his head, I play with it with my tongue while sucking like a mad man. It only takes a few minutes and he pushes me away and cums on my face and my hair, it's freaking everywhere.
And now he is sliding down, so I help him sit on the floor. He hugs me, I'm nuzzling his neck, and we're trying to catch our breaths under the water.
I don't know how long we've been sitting here, but the water it's getting cold, so I grab the shampoo and start washing his hair "mmm smells like honey" he chuckles and he starts washing my hair at the same time.
We keep washing each other without saying a word.
By the time I take him to his room and help him get dress, the magic is gone.
I.
Am.
Freaking.
The freak.
Out!!!
"I should go"
"Maybe you should get dress first?" He gives a little squeeze at my hand "let me get you something clean.
I'm going through the motions, trying not to freak, failing miserably.
He put my face between his hands "you okay?" He sighs "wanna talk about it"
Do I want to talk about it?? No. No I don't. I so freaking don't. "I'm not a cheater..." I blurt out like an idiot "I wasn't... I've never"
"I'm sorry" he looks a little hurt, and I hate that I did that to him "I guess we... We can both plea temporary insanity?"
And I laugh, because yes, that's exactly what it was.
I put my face in his neck "I should really go"
He hugs me "I should really let you go" but he pulls me to bed, not like he has to put much effort into it.
And we're laying there, hugging, breathing. I put my head in his chest, he's tracing circles through my back, I can hear his heart beat, just as fast as mine, but it's so relaxing... My eyes are closing.
The devil cought me, and I'm not sure I want him to let me go.