Can't Help Who I Fall For

“Baby,” I whispered against my boyfriend’s neck, my tone light and my lips brushing up his skin until I could plant a small kiss to his earlobe. “Tell me what you want, angel. Wanna hear you ask me for it. Be dirty for me, baby. Be my dirty boy. Please?”

I knew he loved it when I did that, touched him and talked to him like that, and my point was only proven further when his hips pressed up against mine and a moan fell from his panting mouth. We’d both been able to get down to just our boxers without having anything interrupt us. I could feel Jack’s heart pounding against my bare chest, but since he hadn’t made any sort of indication that would say he didn’t like what I was doing, I continued.

“I don’t… I-I don’t know what I w-want,” he gasped out. His blunt fingernails curled harder into my back as he rut our hips together again and again. The friction was so good that I couldn’t even find it in myself to stop him. If he (or we, really) came before we even got to the good part, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. Our hormones would have us ready to go again in just minutes.

I groaned and let my hand slip from where it was resting at the side of his head down his body and into the back of his boxers to grip at his ass, pulling him into me harder. Jack gasped again, louder that time, and immediately both of his hands were scratching down my back until he could do the same to me. Except, he went the extra mile and shoved my boxers to down around my thighs before moving them up once more to knead at my flesh.

My teeth scraped gently over his neck before I shifted to rest my forehead against his temple. “I think you do know,” I muttered, making my voice sound as deep and husky as I could manage without sounding like a complete idiot. “Think you want me to suck that pretty cock, huh? I know I wanna. Been waitin’ so long to taste you, baby. Bet you taste so… so damn sweet. Maybe you want me to finger you, too, yeah? You want me to stretch you open, nice and wide, just for me? I’ll make you see the stars like never before, baby. You’d look so good, too. So, so fucking good with my fingers buried in this tight, little, virgin ass. And maybe… maybe you want me eat you out. Want me to tongue-fuck you. You got such a nice ass, baby. I’d let you sit on my face all damn day.”

The delicious flow of whines that spilled from my boyfriend’s mouth seemed almost never-ending. Hushed words were intermingled with his noises of pleasure, vowels and consonants that were strung together randomly. When I felt his body tense beneath mine, I figured that was it… until his arms moved to wrap around my torso and rolled us over so that he was on top of me.

It made me feel like I was fifteen again, dry humping my first boyfriend on his bed as we tried to keep quiet. Only, Jack was so lost in himself, lost in the messy rhythm of our hips pressing together and the rub of our cocks through nothing but his straining boxers, that he didn’t even seem to be paying attention to how loud he was getting. Hopefully the volume on his mother’s television was turned up enough that she couldn’t hear us.

“O-oh, God,” he mumbled. His eyes were closed and his back was arched forward, his head tossed back with his hands clawing at my chest. Despite the fact that his boxers were still settled around his rolling hips, it was easy for me to imagine that he was riding me. My hips jumped into his at the thought, the thought of him tight and hot around me, the thought of me bringing him that much more pleasure, a kind that he’d never felt before, the thought of—

“Alex… Alex, I’m coming. I’m coming, I’m fucking coming, please. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“Come on, angel, come for me. Want you to come, need to see you come. For me, baby, all for me,” I demanded. I stopped my own movements in favor of focusing my complete attention on him. Within seconds, his hips began to jerk much more spastically while the rest of his body trembled. Jack’s moans and gasps got louder as he worked his body through his high.

Twitches continued to wrack my boyfriend’s body as his hips began to slow down. High-pitched groans, fluttering eyelashes, and a growing wet patch on the front of his boxers brought the look together. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to brush the pads of my fingers against the come-soaked piece of fabric, which earned me a whine and wide-eyed stare in response.

“Baby,” I whispered, glancing up at him through my eyelashes as I continued to gently rub at his dick through his boxers. “You made such a mess, baby, but you looked so pretty. What am I gonna do about you, huh? What am I gonna do about this mess? You come so easily, baby. My angel. Bet everyone else is jealous of me. They wish they could see you come; they wish they could be the ones that make you come. No one can make you come like I can, right, angel? We’re only just getting started, too. Maybe you wanna let me make you come again. So many things I wanna do to you. What do you say, angel? Wanna let me spell out just how much I love you?”

“Oh, my fucking god,” was all he was able to get out, voice shaky and sounding more turned on than he had at any point before. He leaned down without giving me a proper answer, attaching our lips and letting out a muffled moan when our cocks rubbed together once more.

I kept quiet and let him kiss me for a few minutes while he worked himself back up again. It was only when my dick began to throb that I leaned back into his pillows to get away from him. Jack sat up just a bit to look down at me, and when his teeth clenched around his bottom lip, I couldn’t stop a groan from leaving my throat.

“You gotta ask me for it this time, baby. I’m not lettin’ you off that easily. You know what I want, you have all your options, and now you gotta tell me what you want. I can suck your dick, I can finger you, I can eat you out… I can do all three… I can do whatever you want me to. Just say the words, angel. That’s all you gotta do,” I prompted.

Jack seemed to contemplate his options for a moment before he leaned down and kissed along my jaw. When he reached my ear, he stopped. I could hear the gulp that he took in, and seconds later, he was whispering, “I want you to spell out how much you love me. Want you to lick me clean, then I want you to suck me off. Want you to make me come again.”

And who was I to argue that?

With a huff, I was letting my fingers grip at his hips before I flipped us over once more. Jack looked nervous and a bit embarrassed—probably because that was the first time he’d talked dirty—but that look faded away almost completely as I moved down his body and began to suck hickeys where the other ones were fading.

My hands busied themselves with teasing brushes up and down my boyfriend’s trembling sides as I worked, painting his heaving chest with splotches of dark pinks and purples.

“Love givin’ you hickeys, angel,” I muttered as I kissed each new mark sweetly. “Love knowin’ that if anyone ever tried to see you like this, they’d know you’re mine. No one else can touch you like this. I’d kill ‘em if they tried. If they even fuckin’ thought about touchin’ you like this.”

“Yeah,” he breathed back, but I knew he wasn’t actually listening to me. If anything, he was probably just letting me know that he liked what I was doing.

With a shake of the head, I was sitting up between his spread thighs and shuffling further down the bed until I could peel his filthy boxers from off of his body. His come was still wet and sticky, having been rubbed around so that it covered most of his dick, balls, lower stomach, and thighs.

“You made more of a mess than I would’ve thought, angel,” I remarked. His boxers were dropped over the edge of his bed and a final glance was sent toward Jack’s face (who was looking at the ceiling instead of down at me) before I got in a comfortable enough position to where I could begin sucking hickeys in his thighs while licking him clean and just went for it.
The very second his come came into contact with my tongue, we both let out moans.

It was sloppy work, cleaning him up, but I didn’t mind in the least bit. I liked feeling his muscles tense as my tongue lapped lazily at his skin. It wasn’t a foreign sensation for me, not really, but it was different with Jack than with boyfriends or hook-ups from my past. They’d all had some prior experience. They all knew what to expect and were a bit more accustomed to the pleasure. Enough so that they were able to contain themselves, at least.

With Jack, everything I did was new. He couldn’t hold himself back, and I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want those noises of pure, unadulterated pleasure to ever stop assaulting my senses. I didn’t want to ever stop kissing and licking and praising his shaking, sensitive body. I didn’t ever want to stop making him feel like his every nerve ending was alight with a fire only I could fuel.

When his thighs and lower stomach were as clean as I was going to get them, I kissed my way up to his right hip and nibbled the skin there gently. “Angel,” I mumbled after a moment of him still refusing to look at me. “Baby, want you to watch me. Wanna see those pretty eyes. Wanna watch you moan for me.”

Jack groaned, one that was clearly full of annoyance, but pushed himself up onto his forearms and gazed down at me. There was hair hanging in front of his face, enough to just barely cover his eyes, and his bottom lip was clenched tightly between his teeth.

With as seductive a grin as I could manage, I was moving back down so that my mouth hovered over his balls. A flick of my tongue against the sticky skin had a surprised gasp tearing its way from his throat. My eyes watched him the entire time as I sucked at his balls and grazed my teeth over the sensitive skin.

Every single time my teeth came into contact with him, he jerked away from the touch but let out a sluttier moan than the one before. It was almost erotic, knowing that I was the first person to make him feel such a thing. I just couldn’t get over it, any of it. The sounds, the look, the feel, the taste. It was all becoming too much for me.

“Alex,” he whined. It was all he could get out at first, seeing as how he was panting too hard. When he was able to speak a little more, it was strained and weak. “Alex, I’m… I’m gonna come.”

I took that as my cue and began to lick my way up his length. His whimpers started to sound more broken the further up I got. When the tip was reached, I swiped my tongue against it to clean up the pre-come that was spewing out before I sat up.

“You can’t come yet, baby,” I purred. He let out another whine of distaste, but he didn’t ask why. Instead, he seemed to become more transfixed on the fingers that I sucked between my lips. It was only when I pulled them from my mouth moments later in favor of positioning them between his spread thighs that he seemed to snap back into reality and squirm away in concern.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, glancing between my right hand and my face.

“Do you trust me?” I countered. He didn’t hesitate to nod, and I smiled reassuringly before rubbing the pad of my pointer finger against his entrance. “This is gonna feel a little weird, and it may hurt for a few seconds, but I promise that you’re gonna feel so good. If it becomes too much or you don’t like it, tell me and I’ll stop. Just talk to me, yeah? Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“I’m thinking about—” he started before stopping to gasp when my finger pressed into him. His eyes grew impossibly wider as he stared up at me, and his breathing became ragged quickly.

“Talk to me, angel,” I reminded him quietly. He nodded, took a deep breath, and tried again.

“I’m thinking about how weird this feels,” he admit. “I’m thinking about… a-about how quickly you can go from being really dirty to being really gentle.”

“Well, this is a big step for you,” I explained. “I know everything else has been, too, but this is different. I don’t want you getting too worked up or anything. I want you to relax and know that this isn’t as bad as you’re probably thinking it is. I want this to be as good for you as I can make it. Do you think you can take another?”

Jack nodded and squeezed his eyes closed as I pushed my middle finger inside of him next to my pointer finger. A deep gasped pulled its way from his throat, but he didn’t ask me to stop. No movements were made on my end until he opened his eyes to look at me again. Then, I started to slowly pump them in and out of his trembling body.

“I-I’m… I’m thinking about…” he said, only pausing to moan when I twisted my wrist. It was a quiet one, and I knew I hadn’t found his prostate yet, but he still seemed to be deriving pleasure from what I was doing. “I’m thinking about how much I love you and trust you.”

“I love you, too,” I said, smiling down at him. He returned the look for only a few moments before all of the muscles in his body tensed simultaneously. My smile quickly turned into a simper, and I rubbed my fingers against what felt like a small sponge inside his body. “See, baby? It’s not so bad, is it? Do you like it? You gonna moan for me? I was right, y’know. You look so pretty like this. You’re always so pretty, angel. So handsome, so sexy. Jesus Christ, I am so fucking in love with you.”

“Yes,” he moaned. His fingers clenched in the sheets beneath his back as I massaged my own against his prostate, pulling some of the most delicious noises and expressions from my blissed out boyfriend. “Yes… yes… yes, Alex!”

“You wanna come now, baby? You wanna come for me again? Do I make you feel good? Tell me, angel. Tell me how good I make you feel. I wanna know.”

“It’s… i-it’s s-s-so good, oh, my god. Alex, A-Alex, I’m gonna… I need to come… Alex… Alex!” he whimpered, his voice getting higher in pitch with each word he spoke. My own dick, still hard and heavy between my legs, gave a twitch because of it.

“Say my name, angel,” I groaned back before I was ducking down to take the tip of his cock between my lips once more.

It seemed to happen in nothing more than mere seconds: the arching of my boyfriend’s back from his mattress, the extreme tightening of his every muscle, the near scream that almost sounded like a sob of my name, and the thick, hot stream of come that filled my mouth. I allowed him to practically fuck my mouth as his second orgasm tore through his body.

I continued to suck him through it, not wanting to miss a single drop of his release. It was only when his right hand tangled in my hair and gave a sharp tug that I realized he wanted me to stop. He was probably more over-sensitive now than he’d ever been before.

It was with a bit of reluctance that I pulled off and swallowed down whatever was left in my mouth. My forehead leaned down to rest just below his ribs, and I pressed loving kisses to his heaving, sweat-covered stomach while pulling my fingers from his body as gently as possible. His own hand ran through my hair as he worked on evening out his erratic breathing.

After a few minutes, when his panting had finally died down, there was another weak tug at my hair.

I kissed my way up his body (with a small detour to his collarbone, where I sucked a lazy hickey) and accepted the proper kiss he pulled me into. It was slow and it felt, in a way, far too romantic for what had just taken place, but I wasn’t going to complain.

When his hand caressed its way down my body and grabbed a hold of my dick, I began to complain.

“Jack,” I started, sounding maybe just a bit too urgent. He knew that I still wasn’t completely ready for him to just grab me like tha—

“Alex,” he countered, his tone even and patient. “It’s just me. I want to do this. I want to make you feel good, too. You have nothing to be scared of. I’m not scared, and I don’t think that you should be, either. I love you. It’s just me, pumpkin. It’s just me and you—Jack and Alex.”

His right hand loosened its grip just minimally as his left reached up to cup the side of my face, forcing me to maintain eye contact with him. I was so lost in his eyes that I almost didn’t realize his hand had begun to stroke me. That time when I went to move away, his left hand slid around to my neck and pulled me a little closer.

“It’s just me,” he said again, voice nothing louder than a whisper. “It’s just your angel. I would never hurt you. Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I—oh… I-I trust you more than anyone, angel.” His hand had moved from where it was stroking me in favor of cupping and squeezing at my balls. I couldn’t help the stutter or how my back arched up.

“See?” he whispered before tugging me down to press a gentle kiss to my cheek. “Everything’s okay. I just wanna make you feel good. You shouldn’t be afraid of me touching you. You don’t have to be. I love you.”

By then I was panting pretty heavily. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched me and I’d wanted it. It had been months, at least. Before I’d finally gotten the courage to ask Jack to be mine. And after everything that’d happened in just the last hour, I found myself teetering on the edge within minutes.

Jack continued whispering gentle words of encouragement as he worked me toward my own orgasm. Sweet kisses littered my neck and cheek, nips occasionally pinching at my skin. I closed my eyes and rolled my hips into his hand, blocking everything from my mind but the knowledge that it was Jack touching me, Jack kissing me, Jack telling me that he loved me.

There was little to no warning when my orgasm finally crashed over me like a fucking tidal wave. Nothing more than a choked grunt and the tensing of my muscles. Jack seemed a little caught off-guard by it, seeing as how his grip on me tightened and he jumped (probably at the feel of my come streaking up his stomach), but he soon relaxed again and continued to stroke me while pressing tender kisses to the warm skin of my neck.

When my body slumped down on top of him, he slipped his hand from between our bodies, wiped it off on his sheets, and then wrapped his arms around me. His fingers traced lazy shapes against my spine as we lay there in silence, listening to each other’s breathing and feeling the come and sweat begin to dry on our heated bodies.

“So,” he spoke up after a few minutes had passed, “today was a pretty big day of firsts for us, wasn’t it? First Christmas together, first I love you’s, first hand jobs, first blow jobs, first fingering… we got pretty busy, didn’t we?”

“We did,” I agreed with a chuckle, “but I think we should get busy more often. I still want you to sit on my face.”

I could feel Jack’s body flush against mine before he was asking, “Why do you like giving so much?”

“I don’t usually,” I said after a moment of thought. “Usually I’m into, like, getting just as much as giving, but it’s different with you. I love making you moan. Giving you pleasure. Seeing you lose control. It’s just… there’s just a lot of satisfaction to it, y’know? I don’t like giving so much as I like giving to you. You’re just special. One day, I wanna give you so much that you’re begging me to stop.”

I ended my statement with a sharp bite to his collarbone, earning me a gasp. “Don’t turn me on again, you fuckin’ fuck,” he whined. “I already came twice. I need at least an hour break.”

“An hour, huh?” I asked, glancing up at him. He nodded, and I shrugged. A kiss was left on his lips before I pressed my face into his neck and kissed there. “I think that sounds pretty reasonable. An hour of naked cuddling with my favorite boy before I give him more orgasms. Can you say best Christmas ever?”

Jack’s thin arms squeezed me closer as he buried his face in my hair and inhaled deeply. “I don’t think I’ve ever agreed with anything more.”

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