"So Stacey tells me you're from New York," Deacon said conversationally as we sat on the floor with a bottle of vodka between us.
I had two shots but I was feeling semi ok. My face felt a bit hot; well my whole body actually, but I was still able to hold a normal conversation or at least I still had the ability to think when it came to my responses.
Ok, that didn't take much thinking.
"I love New York," Deacon said smiling at me drunkenly, "I visit there on vacations, like winter break, spring break, summer break," he explained.
"Got friends out there?" I asked.
He shook his head, "Nope."
I grinned and raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.
"I just head out there and have a good time."
"Hotels rape you," I said referring to the expensive hotels all over New York.
He nodded, "Yeah they do, but it's worth it. I love the place so much. I actually plan to move there after I graduate college," he added.
"Oh yeah? Great."
"Yeah, I would have gone to school there, but couldn't afford tuition and a loan would have killed me financially. So I figured I would just do well in school, live it up locally for the time being, and then make it on my own a little bit later," Deacon said.
"What's your major?" I asked.
"Graphic design and art, major and minor," Deacon said.
"Nice, you could find something decent in the city with that," I said.
"I hope so," Deacon went on, "I need a change of scenery."
"I hear that man," I said reaching for the bag of chips Jet had on the couch.
She noticed me reaching for it and handed it over to me and I smiled in thanks.
"You know what I love so much about New York?" Deacon asked me suddenly.
"The freedom to do anything. The restlessness. The diversity and opportunity. All the fun to be had," he said with a dreamy look on his face.
I smiled at him.
"You'll hang out with me when I visit over the summer right?" Deacon asked staring at me and I swear his expression was flirty at most.
I blinked, "Uh yeah, depends when you go I guess. I won't be home until late May," I answered.
Deacon smiled and placed his hand on my knee, "That's fine. I'll wait till you go home before I schedule my next visit," he said and hi hand began to squeeze my knee cap.
I looked at Deacon quizzically.
"You ever experiment Pete?" he asked quietly.
"Uh," I said stalling.
"New Yorkers are great Pete. So open and welcoming and inviting. I always have fun when I'm out there," he said.
"Deacon," I began.
"You're a good looking kid Pete," Deacon interrupted, "Tall, dark hair, pale skin, that exotic quality. I bet you have both guys and girls going after you, don't you?" he asked grinning.
"Thanks," I said figuring the less I said the better.
"You find me attractive don't you Pete?" Deacon asked looking me in the eyes.
I wondered if this was a trick question and I studied Deacon somewhat suspiciously.
"Here, where's your cell, let's exchange numbers," Deacon said suddenly as before I could say a word, his hands were digging into my pants pockets.
"Hey!" I protested as he dug through my pockets, but he managed to fish out my cell which wasn't hard, since it was in my jean pocket.
"Camera phone, nice," Deacon said as he began to fiddle with my cell phone buttons and I watched him in amusement and I bit my lip when his brown curl flopped around near his forehead.
His curls reminded me of Grant.
I heard the doorbell ring just as Deacon grabbed me and pulled me close.
Seconds later as Deacon and I were posing for a picture, Stacey walked in.
"Another party guest for the birthday boy!" she sang out, but I couldn't see who it was because Deacon basically had me trapped.
She stepped further into the living room and I saw Grant.
Grant's blue eyes were immediately trained on me and Deacon whose arm was still wrapped around my shoulders as Deacon tried to see how the photo of us turned out.
I looked in Grant's eyes, feeling guilt wash over me although nothing had happened with Deacon at all. I mean, I wasn't even flirting with the guy; he was flirting with me!
Besides thinking he was good looking, I had done nothing wrong.
But I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable with the way Grant was looking at me and Deacon.
I pushed myself out of Deacon's grasp and placed some distance between us as I returned my gaze back to Grant.
His jaw was clenched and his expression was tight.
Stacey was talking to him and pointing to various areas of the room, giving him a mini tour, but he didn't appear to be really listening, but he turned to Stacey occasionally, nodding and shooting small smiles in her direction.
Jet looked at me and raised her eyebrows questioningly while I just shrugged.
I also noticed that Lawrence and Parker were eyeing Grant with curiosity.
Neither of them had anything against Grant. Grant was a nice guy even though his best friend was Blair, but that was besides the point.
I was surprised Grant showed up; this was a big risk. I mean, my friends were friendly to Grant, but were still curious about why he was there.
They knew I tutored Grant, but that was the extension of our relationship, as far as they knew.
Grant smiled and nodded at them, a bit shy, but polite.
I stood up and looked at Deacon, "Keep the cell for now," I told him, noticing he was oddly fascinated with my cell phone while he was intoxicated. He kept playing songs off my Vcast and fumbling and giggling nonstop.
Walking over to Grant I motioned for him to follow me to the kitchen, "Let's get some food."
I wanted to be able to talk to Grant without an audience.
"So who's that guy?" Grant asked as he poured himself some soda and sipped it, looking up at me.
"Stacey's brother," I replied quickly.
"He seems," Grant paused, "Friendly."
"He's just drunk," I insisted.
"He was kinda all over you," Grant said still looking at me, his blue eyes piercing into me.
I stepped closer to him, "He was just taking a picture with my cell, and he was drunk," I reminded.
Grant glanced away, but he still didn't look pleased.
"Hey, I'm with you, not him," I whispered, moving my head forward so that he could hear me and Grant peeked at me as a tiny smile crept onto his face.
I smiled as his face transformed and a cute mischievous, childlike grin spread on his face.
"You're with me?" he repeated full blown smiling now.
I grinned, "Yeah, with you," I said, reaching to finger his curls, pulling on them slightly.
"I like the sound of that," Grant said looking more relaxed now.
"I'm glad you came," I said quietly, "I didn't think you would."
"I didn't think so either, but Stacey invited me. Thought we were such good friends because of how we act when we're together during tutoring," Grant explained, "And I wanted to be here on your birthday. So, happy birthday," he said sincerely.
"Thanks," I said happily.
"Oh," Grant said suddenly and he began fishing in his pocket, "I got you something."
"You didn't have to," I said as he pulled something out of his jean pocket. It wasn't wrapped but it looked like a jewelry box.
I stared at him perplexed.
"Here!" Grant said holding out the box to me proudly.
"What is it?" I asked slowly taking the box from his hands.
"Open it," Grant said touching my hip.
I opened the box and pulled out a silver necklace with some kind of charm that I didn't recognize.
"What's this?" I asked examining the charm.
"It's a little mini dream catcher," Grant explained, "So you will always have good dreams," he added looking at his feet.
"Thanks Grant, I love it," I said honestly and I handed it to him.
He looked at me with puzzlement.
"Put it on me," I instructed and he complied.
I felt him clasp the jewelry and I felt it around my neck. I turned to him.
"How do I look?"
"Beautiful," he said and he dragged his hand across my stomach.
I looked around the kitchen and found a bottle of ketchup.
I took it and threw some onto Grant's black shirt.
He stepped back in surprise, but I gripped his hand and yanked him along with me.
"Let's clean your shirt up," I said.
I pulled him through another hallway and found the downstairs bathroom.
I ushered him inside and closed the door behind us, locking it.
"Pete," he said as I pressed myself up against him.
I didn't answer him and I placed my mouth over his, cupping his face firmly with my hands.
His surprised response was muffled but his hands came around my lower back and he pulled me in closer, his hands slowly moving to cup my ass.
I moaned my approval and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, moving my face forward, deepening the kiss.
I pulled back slightly to get some air.
"What was that for?" he asked, breathing heavily.
I pecked his lips, "Just a thank you a kiss. A happy to see you kiss. It was a I like you a lot kiss," I said as I pecked his lips again.
"Mm," Grant said moving his lips forward, latching onto mine.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his embrace and our slow sensual kiss.
I loved kissing Grant.
We were very compatible kissers.
We were able to match each other's rhythm and style, no matter what. He was never too aggressive or too forceful. We were able to somehow know what the other wanted in the kiss of the moment.
"You sneaky bastard," Grant said between kisses, "Throwing ketchup on me to get me alone. You little slut," he teased.
I chuckled, "Too bad," and I shut him up with yet another kiss.
Grant kissed me a bit longer and slid back slightly.
"I have to clean this up," he said glancing down at the stain, "And we have to get back out there. There aren't a lot of people at this party, so the birthday boy's absence will be noticed."
"I know," I said, helping him to wipe his shirt and mine, since some had gotten on me during our heated embrace.
We shared one more brief kiss before walking out together back towards the living room.
No one seemed to notice our disappearance. Stacey and Deacon were having some brother sister drinking game with shots while Parker and Lawrence were talking and Jet was sitting on Lawrence's lap relaxing on top of him lazily.
Grant and I walked in casually, but Jet looked up just as we were walking in and she eyed our damp shirts and then our faces.
I caught her eye and she arched her brow and shot me a look I couldn't decipher.
I turned away, deciding not to be bothered by people's questions or suspicions.
Right now I just wanted to enjoy my birthday with my friends and Grant.
Deacon ran over to us, "Guys!"
Grant and I looked up as Deacon moved between us and draped an arm around each of us.
"I missed you guys!" he said, slurring his words and then he placed sloppy, wet kisses on each of our cheeks.
I looked at Grant who was rubbing his cheek with his hand where Deacon had no doubt got some saliva on him.
I smirked, "See, I told you he was drunk," I shot at him.
Grant rolled his eyes at me.
"Cake time!" Stacey announced as she placed candles on the cake, "Everyone get your asses over here, right now," she ordered.
"CAKE!" Deacon cheered and started walking over to Stacey, tripping over his own feet in the process.
He started to fall to the carpet, his limbs flapping around awkwardly.
Grant and I both reached out to steady him, but Deacon ended up falling over anyway.
I smiled one more time at Grant.
I guess this wasn't such a bad birthday after all.
I had to remember to thank Stacey again.
I was on the phone with Danny, talking about my homecoming, which was in about a month, and NYU stuff.
I was surprised to see Jet because she rarely came over my house; I usually went over to hers.
"Hey Jet," I said.
"Who's Jet?" Danny asked.
"My friend I was telling you about," I said as Jet watched me.
"The hot one?" Danny asked.
I smiled. The horny bastard.
"Yeah, the hot one, to you of course," I answered.
"Oh right. I guess we have different versions of what is hot. How is Grant by the way?" Danny asked.
"Danny, I got to go. Jet doesn't know about me and Grant and I don't want to say anything in front of her. I'll talk to you later, ok?" I said in Chinese and Jet narrowed her eyes at me.
Danny said bye and I shut my cell phone closed and looked at Jet expectantly.
"What's up?" I asked casually.
She smiled, "Not much, just thought I'd stop by for a visit."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, folding my arms curiously.
It seemed like both Jet and I were kind of acting cryptic.
She shook her head, "So, is the thing you couldn't tell me before have anything to do with Grant and what's going on between you two?"
My mouth fell open slightly and my eyes bulged a little out of my head.
She smiled and shook her head, "Pete, I'm not dumb and I just notice these things. Come on, at the party last night you two definitely had something going on."
"How?" I demanded, not bothering to deny anything in front of her. I knew I could trust Jet, but I was curious to find out if I was obvious or not.
She laid back on my bed and rested her hands behind her head, "Well, for starters, when Grant walked in, he got all tense and angry looking and he was staring right at you and Stacey's brother. He definitely wasn't pissed at you, but he had that jealous look where he couldn't take his eyes off of you."
I looked down at the floor as she continued.
"And then you guys disappear for a bit and when you come out your clothes have wet spots on them and your lips had that raw, just been kissing look to them," she stated.
I looked at her worriedly, "You think anyone else noticed?"
Jet shook her head, "Of course not. Parker and Lawrence were having some god awful boring talk about video games, but I noticed since I was bored."
I breathed a sigh of relief, "Good. Let's keep it that way, ok? It's not that I don't trust Parker or Lawrence or think they won't be cool with it, but the less people that know, the better. In case, mistakes or slip ups that can happen.
Jet nodded, "Absolutely. I understand. I won't say a word."
"So you and Grant, huh?" Jet asked again, smiling at me, "He's really hot Pete. And what were the two of you doing that got your shirts wet," she asked, winking at me.
I rolled my eyes, "Get your mind out of the gutter Jet. I poured some ketchup on his shirt to make it seem like I had to take him to the bathroom to clean his shirt up. We didn't do anything except make out."
Jet giggled, "Wow Pete, you landed one of the hottest and most unattainable guys at school. Not bad."
I frowned, "What do you mean?"
"Well, Grant goes on a lot of dates with girls, but never has a girlfriend, even though girls want to be with him. He's a popular guy, so I guess people just assume he wants to play around," she looked at me grinning, "But now I understand the real reason why he's sort of single."
"We're not really together," I explained.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we can't be, well, we're not out obviously, but aside from that, we're not too serious because we all know I'll be leaving in a month," I said.
She nodded, "That's true."
"But I knew that and still got together with him," I said sighing as I ran my fingers through my hair.
Jet sat up on my bed and looked at me silently.
"But you're getting more serious now, aren't you?" she asked with a look of understanding on her face.
"Yeah, I think we are," I admitted.
"You really like him, don't you?" Jet asked gently.
I nodded, "I was always attracted to him, but with the time we've been spending together, I realized I like him and who he is. He's just great," I said.
Jet looked at me, waiting for me to continue.
"Beside being ridiculously gorgeous, he's smart and really hardworking. He's so sweet and down to earth. He admits it when he gets scared of some things and he's so honest about everything. I just, I just like him," I said looking down at my hands.
"That's a problem?" Jet asked softly.
I looked at her seriously, "It is Jet. When I leave, I don't think I'll be coming back. This isn't home for me. Once I get back to New York and into my old lifestyle, I won't feel the need to come back. I'll never see Grant again. I was stupid to think we could just be "friends" through emails and shit. I was an idiot for even letting it get this far," I said sitting beside her on my bed angrily, "Now we're both going to get hurt when it ends."
I groaned in frustration.
"Pete," she said laying her hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at her.
"I know you think it would have been better to have never gotten together with Gant, but think of it this way. You got some time with Grant. You got to be with him for a short time and you got the experience, you know?"
I smiled weakly, "Yeah, or I could go home and think about what I will never have again."
Jet didn't say anything to that.
She just rested her head on my shoulder and sat beside me.
Blah, blah, blah.
Normally at home I would be doing all that crap with my friends, tuxes and stuff like that, and I would go with a female friend, but I didn't have that over here.
And I honestly didn't mind it.
Dances weren't a big deal to me, but it was a big deal if I had the right people with me.
I couldn't enjoy the dance watching Grant and Blair and their football buds and girls getting wasted and dancing dirty.
Also, since school was practically over, I had to pack. I had a lot of stuff to ship back over.
Parker took Stacey as they had become good friends as well. Naturally, Jet and Lawrence were going.
I spent the pre prom prep with everyone and watched as they took pictures and fussed over their hair and corsages.
So as the prom night was mid way through, I was in the house all alone, doing my stuff.
Kelly and David were chaperones for the prom, so I was left in peace.
I couldn't take any more guilt trips from David about my leaving. I couldn't handle that right now, not with feeling sad enough as it was with my upcoming separation from Grant.
I did a few loads of laundry to make sure my clothes were clean, but I left about two weeks worth of clothing for the rest of the school year.
I had brought so much more than I thought I did. I folded them as tightly and neatly as possible so I could fit everything in. With all the gifts I had received from friends back home, I needed a whole new luggage just for the gifts.
My precious sneakers. I packed them in a separate luggage, but left it in my closet in case I wanted to wear them.
I flopped down onto my bed and rested a bit. Who knew packing was so exhausting?
I must have dozed off because I felt myself being nudged.
I struggled to open my eyes and shut them again when the light burned them.
"David?" I mumbled.
"No, it's Grant."
I opened my eyes now and looked at Grant, still in his tux.
He looked even sexier dressed up and I couldn't speak for a few seconds.
"Grant," I said as I looked at me cell phone, "It's only 11:30. What are you doing here?"
"I left early," he said simply.
I blinked at him with confusion, "Why? It's prom."
He sighed, "Everyone was acting so stupid and having so much fun. It was just annoying."
"Having fun?" I asked in amusement, "What's so bad about that."
Grant sat on the floor in front of me, eyeing my luggage.
"Well, I wasn't having fun."
"Because of you!" he exclaimed looking at me, "Everyone is having fun with their girlfriends or friends and I'm having the shittiest time ever dancing with some girl I don't even like and she probably expects me to have sex with her later on. Oh and of course everyone has to get shit faced drunk! Prom is so stupid," he said shaking his head.
"While I'm supposed to be having fun, I'm wishing I was there with you, dancing with you. And all I can think about it what you're doing here at home by yourself, getting ready to leave really soon. Too soon!" he ranted.
I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and sort of side hugged him. He wrapped both of his arms around me and we both fell backwards onto my bed, just resting together in silence.
"I'm sorry you weren't having a good time," I said quietly.
Grant rested his head on my chest, his arms around my waist, "It's ok."
My hands swept across his tux jacket and I smiled at him, "You look really good Grant. I'll never forget this image," I said.
Grant didn't answer me and suddenly began to kiss my neck, hard, sucking on it.
I gasped and gripped his shoulders but he relentlessly kissed my neck and moved toward my face, finally making it to my lips.
This kiss wasn't soft and slow; it was passionate and hungry, fierce and furious.
His tongue moved around my tongue, all over the insides of my mouth, exploring every part.
I felt his long eyelashes fluttering against my face and I smiled.
His lips massaged and covered my lips at a fast pace, his mouth constantly opening wider as he kissed me, taking my breath away.
I pushed him away and gasped in some air as he nibbled on my ear and kissed behind it, causing me to moan loudly.
Thank god no one else was in the house.
He kissed my ear.
"Pete," he said, his voice halting, "Pete, I think," another pause, "I think I love you."
My eyes flew open.
"What?" I asked with shock as I pushed him sort of off me.
He looked around the room, his face flushed before meeting my eyes again.
"I think I love you," he said again, looking serious.
I felt my stomach churn with nerves.
"You think?" I asked faintly.
He licked his lips, "Well, I don't know, I've never been in love before. I never loved anyone, not even my parents. I love Blair as my best friend and your parents, but I think I'm in love with you."
His blue eyes were shining and I was just speechless as I stared at him.
"I think I love you. You just came here and walked into my life and changed everything. You make me so happy and I'm only truly happy when I'm with you or when I think of you I always get a smile on my face. If I had a choice I would be with you all the time."
"Grant, I think I might love you too," I admitted softly.
"Really?" Grant asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I didn't think I would feel this bad to leave. I never expected to care about anyone when I first got here. But I care about you and David and my friends and I'll even miss Kelly and Blair and fighting. I mean, I'm an only child," I said rambling a bit like I usually did.
Grant's hands were moving through my hair gently.
My own fingers went to his face and tenderly rubbed around his eyes. I was in love with the bright blue color.
His skin felt so soft under my finger tips and I got my hands tangled through his blond curls.
"Fuck it Grant, I don't think I love you," I said and he tilted his head at me, "I know I love you."
Grant started to smile but I had already reached over and started to kiss him, my one arm around his neck, one hand still clutching his curls.
My tongue slid right in and I kissed him eagerly just as he had kissed me before.
His hands reached up under my shirt and in one quick motion it was pulled off of me.
I leaned backwards onto my bed and pulled him forward with me.
His hands felt warm along my back and I reached for his tux and tugged it off hurriedly.
I heard the material of his jacket fall to the carpet, but I was already working on his white dress shirt.
I hated dress shirts. Way too many fucking buttons.
"Grant," I said somewhat impatiently as I gave a hard pull and his shirt ripped off, some of the buttons hitting my face.
He leaned over me, with his arms supporting his weight and he had a stunned expression on his face.
"Sorry," I apologized quickly before I yanked his face back down to mine and continued kissing him.
As he lay over me, kissing me, I worked on his belt and unzipped his pants.
I pushed him off of me and rolled us over so I was on top and I pulled his pants down to his ankles and off, dropping them onto the floor.
I took off his shoes and socks and hooked my fingers into his boxer briefs where his hardness was sticking straight up.
Grant was looking at me with half closed eyes and I shot him a smile as I rid him of his underwear so he was completely naked and I drank in the sight of him.
Tall and muscular, tan, with light blond hair on his legs, arms, and stomach.
I unbuttoned my own jeans and took off my jeans and boxers in one motion and I spread his legs, getting between them.
"Pete," Grant said, "What are you doing?"
I didn't answer him, but licked his cock and I saw Grant shiver and hiss.
I licked his cock up and down, going to his balls, and finally swirled my tongue around his tip as I jerked him off slowly.
He grabbed me and pulled me up to him, "Pete, I'm gonna cum too soon if you don't stop."
"Grant, I want you to make love to me," I said seriously.
"What?" he asked in shock.
"I love you and I want you to be my first. So I'll always remember you as my first," I said and I kneaded his chest muscles.
"Pete, I never, I mean, I don't want to hurt you," he said, "Isn't it supposed to hurt?"
"I'm sure it will, a little, but we can go slow and take our time. No one will be home for awhile," I said smiling at him.
Grant looked at me and finally nodded, "Ok, but I want you to make love to me too. I want you to be my first also, if not only."
I smiled at him, "Wait here baby," I said and he smiled at me.
I walked into the bathroom and found some lotion and then I went into Blair's room, searching for condoms, knowing he had them somewhere.
Sure enough they were located in his top drawer and he had a whole bunch. I guess Blair was good for something.
I grabbed a few and walked back into my room where Grant was laying right where I left him.
It was a wonderful sight to see his naked body on my bed. I wish I could see him like that forever.
Imagine coming home from a long day of class at NYU and walking into your room and seeing Gant without clothes.
God, I would miss Grant.
"Got the goods," I said laughing as I got onto the bed beside Grant.
He looked nervous and was licking his lips a lot.
I leaned over to kiss him and nibbled on his lips, "Don't worry, this will be good."
I took the condom out of the wrapper and rolled it onto his member and then applied some lotion to him.
He shut his eyes and moaned slightly.
"We have to switch positions," I said and I laid on my back, with my knees to my chest and Grant knelt behind me.
"Now what?" he asked with an adorable confused look on his face.
"Stick your fingers in me and try to loosen me up," I instructed.
I winced when he stuck one finger in.
"Sorry," he said starting to pull out his finger, but I stopped him.
"It's ok, but go slower."
Grant nodded and worked one finger in and out of me slowly stretching my hole.
Then he added a second and started thrusting in and out of my hole while wiggling his finger to stretch me out further.
This time his fingertip brushed against my prostate and I jumped a bit off the bed.
"Nothing," I answered with my eyes closed, "Felt really good."
"Yeah?" he asked with slightly more confidence in his voice.
"Yeah," I replied and I moaned as his finger touched that spot inside me again.
"Oh Grant, shit, it feels so good."
He kept teasing my button for a while and then he added a third finger.
"Grant, now," I said through my teeth, "I need you now."
I could feel my cock leaking pre cum all over my stomach, pooling in my belly button and I was aching with desire. My cock felt so hard and I desperately needed release, but I didn't want to jerk off. I wanted him inside of me.
I saw Grant take a deep breath before he positioned himself behind me and I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance waiting there.
"Push in gently," I said softly as I pushed out, having read that in the past.
His head popped in through my ring and I gasped at the sensation.
Grant looked alarmed, but I shot him a reassuring look.
"It's ok, we're taking it slow Grant," I said. The poor guy looked terrified of hurting me.
"Give me time to adjust and move forward when I tell you to," I said licking my lips and he nodded.
It took about ten minutes overall for me to get adjusted to the stretched and full feeling whenever he sank more of himself into me.
There was some pain as this was the first time I ever had something up in there, but it was a dull burning and throbbing, but nothing horribly bad.
"Are you ok?" he breathed out once his balls tapped my ass.
I nodded and felt myself sweating, "Yeah, it's not so bad."
I smiled at him once I finally felt ready for him to move.
"Ok Grant, make love to me," I said my hands moving up his hard stomach to his chest where I gently massaged his nipples.
Grant sighed and moaned, "Pete, I love you," he murmured as he took himself out and then pushed back in slowly.
That was the tempo of our lovemaking, long and slow.
It soon got faster though as I got more relaxed and stretched out while he got more into it.
I couldn't stop moaning as he continually rubbed against my prostate.
I looked down and saw my hard leaking cock bouncing around as our bodies moved together.
I gasped and breathed heavily, gripping his forearms which were tensed as he supported his weight above me.
"God, Grant, you're making me feel so good," I whispered as my eyes rolled back and I moved my head along the pillow.
I could feel every exhalation of Grant's breath as he went in and out of me, his thrusts still long, but harder and faster.
I gritted my teeth and I'm sure my nails were digging into Grant's flesh as he hit my prostate over and over again with more insistence.
"Oh god, I'm gonna," I started but didn't get to finish my sentence as my words got caught in my throat as my body tensed and I felt my orgasm rippled through my groin to my abdomen.
"Fuck!" I groaned as I felt my hot fluid shoot out of my cock and land onto Grant's chest.
"Pete," he whimpered and from the way his body suddenly tensed, I knew he was cumming.
"Pete!" he shouted as his hips thrust into me one last time and he gripped my hips tightly, holding onto me.
I watched through a daze as he threw his head back, his mouth open, gasping for air, his tan skin coated with sweat.
His eyes shut tightly as he cried out and moaned in pleasure, his blond curls matted against his forehead.
I felt the burst of heat in my ass and smiled, rubbing Grant's hips as I waited for him to come down from his orgasm.
He was perched over me still with his eyes still closed and he was breathing hard. Gradually, I watched as his breathing became normal again and his eyes slowly fluttered open.
I smiled at him and caressed his face when I saw the beautiful blue shade.
"Pete," he breathed out looking at me, smiling slightly, "That was," he paused, "Wow, that was just amazing."
I chuckled, "Yeah, well, I thought so too."
He grinned and began to laugh quietly. He leaned down and pecked my lips, "I love you Peter Liu."
I rubbed my nose against his, "I love you Grant Williams."
Grant kissed me lightly and our tongues swirled gently before he pulled back.
"My turn now?" he asked his eyes sparkling.
I laughed and pecked his lips, "Sure thing beautiful."
He eased his cock out of my ass slowly and I grimaced when I felt him leave me. My hole felt wide and gaping and I missed the tight full feeling.
Grant took my place on the bed and looked up at me lovingly.
"Let's just make out a bit, ok?" I asked, "I need to recover before I can get it up."
Grant burst out laughing and grabbed my face, immediately sticking his tongue in my mouth.
When I made love to Grant, I was just as careful and gentle as he was with me. I went slow and made sure he as ready for whatever I did next.
I didn't want to hurt him either.
He seemed to enjoy it and after we both came for the second time that evening, I had to force him to get up.
We couldn't risk falling asleep and getting woken up by the Ryerson's or worse, Blair. It just wouldn't work.
Grant looked disappointed that we couldn't cuddle but he understood my reasoning.
"Can we take a shower together at least?" he asked hopefully, his eyes wide.
I laughed and kissed him holding his neck tightly.
"Of course," I said and I helped him off the bed.
Nothing naughty went on during our shower. We actually rinsed off and washed our hair and bodies, but we cleaned one another and did it slowly and sensually, lovingly, like lovers.
And don't forget the kisses and soft touches.
I enjoyed every minute of that shower.
It was amusing to watch him get dressed, considering I ripped his shirt.
"Sorry about that, you know, the heat of the moment," I said sheepishly.
Grant grinned and leaned down, kissing me softly, "It's ok Pete. I'm flattered that you had to rip my clothes off my body. I must be that hot."
"Indeed you are," I said returning his kiss.
"I'll just borrow one of Blair's shirts," he said walking through the bathroom to get to Blair's room.
When he emerged again he had on a white shirt, buttoned up.
"I guess I should get going, so I don't look suspicious," he said looking downcast again.
I walked up to him and hugged him, enjoying the warmth of his chest and his strong arms wrapped around me.
"I have to find Blair at the hotel we're staying at, otherwise I'll never hear the end of it," he added.
I nodded, my face pressed against his chest.
He kissed my neck, then my cheek, then my lips, "I love you, Pete."
"I love you, too."
I walked down stairs and out the front door and then to his car.
I watched as he drove out of my street and out of sight.
Then I slowly moved back into the house, as if in a trance, making it to my room.
I looked at my suitcases for a bit and then I kicked them, half out of sadness and the other out of angry frustration.
Then I looked down at the tangled sheets on my bed and I jumped onto it.
I lay there, breathing in the smell of sex; a mixture of Grant's scent and mine.
I inhaled it, trying to imprint the smell in my mind.
The sense of smell is supposedly the strongest sense out of all five of them. It has the best memory trigger.
I couldn't believe I was leaving.
I couldn't believe I had actually fallen in love, with someone from Texas no less.
I couldn't believe how much it hurt to leave behind my first love.
I couldn't believe the turn of events of my young 18 year old life.