Strange Feeling

Explicit


“This movie is total crap, dude”, Dave chuckles while his eyes stay glued to the screen.

John stays silent; he thinks the movie is sweet but he doesn’t want to tell Dave that. He has an unfamiliar feeling in his stomach and he can’t stop peeking at Dave from the corner of his eyes. Without thinking, John lifts his hand and lightly places it on Dave’s leg. Dave looks over at him, finally taking his eyes off the TV.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asks, smirking a bit.

John quickly recoils his hand, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking”.

Dave pauses the movie and looks at him curiously, “What’s up, man?”

John thinks for a minute, twiddling his fingers in his lap; he has so many feelings right now and doesn’t know which to talk about first. He looks up at Dave and feels a rush of blood to his face making him feel light-headed. He imagines kissing him lightly with his hands stroking through his hair. He imagines the softness of Dave’s lips on his neck, peppering light kisses on his jaw down to his collarbone. He can’t think straight when Dave takes off his glasses and looks at him, worry in his eyes; he should say something.

He puts his hand back onto Dave’s leg and draws himself closer; they’ve kissed many times before so why is he so nervous?

Realization spreads across Dave’s face and he places a hand on John’s cheek and leans closer.

Their faces are just an inch apart when John stops, breathing hitched. Dave’s thumb caresses his cheek, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah”, John breathes and finally closes the distance with a light kiss; every one of his nerve endings is a live circuit.

Dave wraps his arms around John’s neck and opens his mouth slightly to deepen the kiss only pulling away to whisper “I love you”. John doesn’t respond, instead pulling Dave in closer and letting out a little whine. He wants Dave to touch him more. He wants to go further. John pulls away from the kiss.

“Dave, please..”, Is all he can muster.

“Yes?”

“Touch me..”, He is breathless and his head is spinning; he feels drunk off Dave. All he can think about is being touched by the man across from him.

“Where?”

John is frustrated and can’t form the right words. “Please”.

Dave moves his hand up John’s leg and rubs along his inner thigh, “Like this?”

John nods, exhaling, “Please, Dave”.

Dave moves his hand up further, minding his movements, making sure to be gentle. He reaches John’s crotch and rubs lightly, “Is this okay?”

He lets out a small moan, “yes, please, more”.


Dave unzips John’s fly and rubs lightly around his clit through his briefs, listening to the small noises he makes as he buries his head into the crook of Dave’s neck, digging his fingers into Dave’s back.
“You're doing so well, I love you so much.” Dave whispers.

The praise makes John whimper and Dave places soft kisses under his jaw and rubs the back of his neck. John feels like he’s floating, nothing else in the world matters except here and now. The love he feels for his boyfriend is clouding his brain. He pulls in closer to Dave and kisses him again, feeling the warmth of his lips and his finger on his slit; he’s wet. He wants to make Dave feel this good.

John situates himself in Dave’s lap, positioning his hips parallel to Dave’s. Dave mumbles something and groans at the contact. John starts to grind his hips into Dave's, moaning quietly after each movement. Dave grabs onto the back of John’s shirt and pulls him in for another kiss, adding to the pleasure. John can feel how wet Dave is. He opens his mouth and kisses Dave deeper, sliding his tongue out to graze his lips. A small whimper leaves his mouth,

“Dave…”
“‘uts up?” Dave barely responds, breath hitching.

“I love you, Dave, I need you” John whines.

“How do you mean?”

“I want your fingers” he begs, “please”.

Dave slips his hand in John’s underwear and strokes along his clit. John lets out a loud moan and bucks his hips into Dave’s hand.

“Is that good?” Dave asks.

“Yes, ‘ts good, really good”.

Dave picks up the pace, sliding a finger inside and kissing his neck.

“You’re a good boy, I love you so much.”

John shakes and whimpers, Dave can tell that he’s close; he slides his finger in and out at a rhythmic pace, landing a small kiss on his lips.

“You’re doing great, John”

“Love you s’ much” John moans, catching his breath. He kisses Dave’s cheek and mumbles incoherently in his ear, bucking his hips one last time and whines loudly; there are tears in his eyes as he reaches out to grasp onto Dave.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get you off”

Dave smiles and laughs softly, “Oh you did”. He strokes John’s hair and lightly kisses his forehead.

John blushes and nuzzles his head into Dave’s chest, “Thank you”.