I stayed with Abel for the rest of the weekend. I didn’t feel like going home and he actually also asked me to stay. Our pets were playing around on the floor, the telly was on, and we were cuddling on the sofa, occasionally throwing a toy for the pets to run after and fight over. Dave was so careful to not hurt Gary and Gary didn’t seem to care for one second. She launched herself at Dave who had the patience of an angel. They were being ridiculously cute.
We had both texted Creek in a group chat, and they were feeling better already. His mum had made them some soup and fuzzed around them all day, so they were all good. It was a relief to hear and made it much easier to relax with Abel. Spending lazy Sundays with him was becoming a favourite past time of mine. It wasn’t even like we needed to do something. We would just exist within the same space, do our own thing but still enjoy the feeling of not being completely alone.
You had to find people you could do absolutely fuckall with.
“What’re you doing?” Abel asked and leaned in close, checking out my laptop screen. “Gael, this is not homework.”
I was playing Tetris. I was really good at that. I thought it was very relevant to my essay about the post-modern feminist movement in art, but apparently Abel heavily disagreed.
“I honestly don’t wanna write. I wanna mindlessly get blocks to fit neatly together.” I shrugged as carelessly as I could. I wasn’t careless. I didn’t wanna be judged.
“It’s oddly satisfying to watch.”
I glanced down at Abel, his eyes bouncing along with the blocks. It looked cute. He was cute. I put my arm around him, allowing him to put his head in my lap, pushing my laptop further down my thighs to make room for him. He made the cutest most content sound and slid his arm across my lap, hugging my legs.
“Is this better than what you were watching on the telly?” I asked with a chuckle.
“I honestly can’t look away. You’re good.”
“Lots and lots of procrastination has led me to this level.”
He chuckled softly and turned a little, looking at up me. “A man of many talents, you are.”
“You’ve seen nothing yet,” I murmured, running my fingers through his hair. I was so jealous of it. He had this wavy soft hair, and I literally always wanted my fingers buried in it.
“I love when you do that.” His voice had turned a little gruffer.
“So does Dave. Loves getting his head scratched.”
Abel snorted and looked back up at me. “I don’t have any problems sharing this with Dave. He was there first after all.”
“Yeah, and he’s not jealous, thankfully.”
“I don’t mind having two k-nines in my life.” He lifted up, putting his hand on the back of my neck, getting me to bend down so he could kiss me.
God almighty, he had the softest lips. And he’d always start the kiss really softly before parting his lips. He’d make this little sharp inhale before his tongue would meet mine. Sometimes he’d stop the kiss just to smile for a second and then dive right back in, as if he’d just have to stop to express that happiness. It was ridiculously cute, and it made my stomach take a tumble every time.
He sat up, grabbed my laptop and put it on the small coffee table before returning to me. I repositioned and got more comfortable, laying down with him on top of me. He slid in between my legs, wrapping one around his hips and grabbing my thigh.
“Devious boy,” he murmured against my lips.
“I did nothing.”
He chuckled softly and moved to the side of my mouth, kissing me down my jaw and ending up on my throat. “You feeling alright?”
“Better,” I breathed, words starting to fail me. I did want to forget the world outside for a little bit and while playing Tetris had been alright, this was way better.
“You’ve deserved a little treat, I think,” Abel said and moved further down, lifting my shirt up a little.
Air hitched in my throat while he slowly opened my jeans. I couldn’t control anything. Especially not when he took me in his mouth. I groaned loudly and grabbed his hair. I didn’t press down on his head or anything, because who wants that without having set firm boundaries about it first? But I had to hold onto something, and the couch felt like it was swimming under me.
He stopped and sat up on his knees, pulling my jeans clean off, reached over into the coffee table drawer and pulled out a tube. I widened my eyes at him, and he met my gaze.
“What, I like to be prepared,” he said and chuckled.
“By all means,” I said with a laugh bubbling out of me.
“Best words I’ve ever heard.” He had a downright starving look in his eyes as he dived down again, this time also pressing his fingers inside of me. I tried to not be super dramatic about it but like… He was ridiculously hot, and he was blowing more than my mind here. His head was moving up and down slowly, his fingers moving in the same rhythm. It made me wanna squirm.
“Are you close?” he asked and looked up.
I shook my head, my chest rapidly rising and falling.
“Because… I wanna move on.” He sent me a saying look and I didn’t immediately get it. Move on? But then it hit me. I sat up and almost tore his shirt off him. He chuckled and helped me with his dumb sweats. And then he was nude in all his glory in front of me. My mouth almost watered as I pulled him down with me again. He got himself ready and then looked up at me, checking in.
I nodded. I was so ready.
He gently pushed his hips forward, air escaping between his clenched teeth. I arched my back as much as I could, just to get even closer. He looked down and took a deep breath.
“Yeah?”
I nodded again and grabbed his face, getting him down to kiss me. He hungrily dived in as he started moving. I was digging my nails into his back, trying to show as much affection for him as he was showing me. But it was hard. I wanted to lose myself entirely in his body. In his hands softly placed next to my head and on my thigh. In his mouth softly kissing mine. In every rolling muscle in his body. I wanted to lose myself in everything that was Abel, while also showing every inch of him the appreciation he deserved.
He pulled up and let go of my thigh, putting his elbows on the pillow beneath my head, encasing it with his strong arms. It felt so safe and comforting, especially when one hand gently ran through my hair.
I hadn’t exactly thought our first time doing this would be this soft and romantic, but honestly, it was all I had ever wanted. I had never really tried this before. Keeping eye contact with him like this, watching him almost struggle to breathe. It made it so much more special, and it was just a regular Sunday. Just a regular-ass Sunday. But here we were. Me gently running my hands over his ribs, and him caressing my hair.
It was so soft and lovely. It almost made me cry because no one had ever been this soft with me. I cupped his cheek with the palm of my hand, smiling up at him.
“I love you,” I said before I could even properly think through it all.
He smiled back, calmly, as if he had just been waiting for those exact words to come out of my mouth right at that second.
“I love you too.”
We kissed as we kept moving in unison. I reached up and threaded my fingers through his on his free hand. I still wanted him to play with my hair, but I also wanted to hold his hand. It had all started with our hands intertwined, and I wanted it to continue there too.
And I finished. Hard. Like harder than I could remember. I made some pretty dumb noises and Abel chuckled a little, as he moved down to kiss my throat, rolling his hips in the same rhythm as the pulses going through my body. He then lifted up, stretching his arms and gently grabbed my chin getting me to look him in the eye, rather than trying to sneak a peek at his body. His fingers grazed over my cheek before he firmly planted it beside my head. I got the message loud and clear: he wanted to connect.
And then he let loose. He slammed his hips against me, upping the speed. I groaned loudly, almost closing my eyes but fighting to keep them open, so he could see I was watching him. It took him maybe five thrusts and then it sounded like all air left his lungs. His arms shook as did his body as he pressed into me as much as he could.
I got him down to me, and he curled up immediately, his head on my chest. He was panting hard, sweat making his sun-kissed skin shiny. I kissed the top of his head and gently ran my fingers over the top of his back and shoulders. He shivered a little and snuggled closer, rubbing his cheek on my chest.
Oh, fuck almighty, he was so cute. Like genuinely cute.
“You alright?” I asked after a while.
“Oh, I am much better than that. But I gotta feed. But I also don’t wanna move.”
“How about you stay there, and I’ll go get your lunch.”
“Oh my god, I love you.” He moved up and kissed me, let me go to get dressed and making his lunch.
I chuckled and handed him his sweats before going to the kitchen. I peeked into the bedroom adjacent to the kitchen. Dave and Gary were asleep on Abel’s bed, curled up closely to each other. Also, ridiculously cute.
I grabbed a blood pack out of the fridge and poured it into a mug with kittens on it, popped it in the microwave and waited until it announced its finish with a beep. I returned to the sofa, finding Abel only dressed in his sweats, lounging on his back, his arm behind his head, and his hand resting on his stomach.
Fuck me, I thought to myself. This was the guy I loved. Genuinely, full on gewey, cheesy, romantic love, that barely existed in the movies. This was what I was having right now, and I just had to take a moment to actually appreciate how nice it felt. How awesome, really!
I was so very fortunate to have a guy like this. And he was handsome too, on top of being smarter than smart.
I sat down next to him, handing him his mug and he happily took it from me, carefully sipping at the warm liquid inside. He smiled contently at me and then leaned in, kissing my cheek.
“Thank you, Gael,” he said softly. The way he said my name always made me squirm in the best possible way. Something warm formed in my chest and spread out to the tips of my fingers.
Lovely Abel. Just saying my name undid me.
“You’re so smiley,” he said with a chuckle.
“Shouldn’t I be?” I smirked at him. “I just had a very good time not five minutes ago.”
It sounded like Abel got something down the wrong pipe and he coughed a bit before he laughed.
“Oh man,” he said when he had finally cleared his throat. He put his arm around me pulling me close. “You’re so fucking cute, dude.”
My face
lit up with an internal fire, probably making my whole face tomato-red. Abel
did fuckall to cool it by kissing my cheek and then my temple, moving on to
placing the softest kiss on my forehead.
I wasn’t complaining though. We went back to our lazy Sunday occupations and kind of forgot there was a world outside.
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