The Hots (mxm)

42. Lost in Space (Sam)

   [xxx - mature content warning]

   [Note that this is explicit. You can skip the chapter and still be in line with the plot.]

   How do you know that someone belongs to you when the dance of the bodies could be deceiving? The hitched breathing, the gasps, the moans... they could all just mean passion, desire, and pleasure. Those can exist without complete devotion. They are lingering on the surface, like waves, rippling the water even in the lightest gust of wind.

   I need something that reveals more than the touch of his warm skin on mine. I'm desperate to look deeper than the words that spill between his swollen lips? I want to read his heart because I need it. I have to be sure because I'm barely balancing on the edge of the abyss. One more kiss, and I'll just fall headlong in the unknown. I'll give him everything. Nothing will be left. He'll have all of me, and I pray to gain all of him in return.

   His eyes are luring me. I do not see just the soft glow of the melted chocolate in Alec's irises. It is an endless universe. Bright stars are glimmering, clustered in golden constellations. Glowing planets are orbiting their suns. It goes deep and far to undiscovered galaxies, colored in the warmest amber. 

   I am lost in space and found by his arms tightly wrapped around me. It is a whole new world. I know that this world is only ours because the touch of our lips was the big bang that made it burst into existence.

   I am suddenly scared. 

   The way Alec looks at me leaves no doubt that all his walls are down. He is bare, open, and trusting for the first time in his life. His fingers are tracing the line of my spine. His thighs are squeezing my waist. I can feel his body tensing and trembling. His lips are gliding on my shoulder, whispering how much he wants to be mine.

   I am trying to keep calm, leaning on my elbows above him. I want to let him explore my body at his own pace. I am not touching him, just watching in awe the emotions that light up his handsome face. I inhale and exhale slowly, clutching the sheets, hoping to ease the tension, but my self-control is almost gone. What if I lose it and go too far? What if I break his newly found, fragile self-confidence? What if I do something that will frighten him or make him feel embarrassed? Oh, my God! The things that I want to do to him... I grit my teeth and groan.

   "Sam?" Alec frowns. "Is everything ok? You're suddenly so quiet and tense. Why are you looking at me like that? "

   "Babe..." I start, but only sigh, unable to express my thoughts. I am out of words, drowning in my own emotions.

   I have been waiting for this moment for weeks. I have been dreaming of him naked in my bed, ready to give in. Now, when it is happening for real, I am frozen, feeling unworthy of his innocence. 

   I take a shaky breath and lean my forehead on his. "Alec, you are so perfect. I am so grateful for your trust in me. I am also so damn turned on that I fear..."

   "I'm not going to freak out." He is gazing insistently into my eyes. "I will never run away again. Please, don't worry, Sam. I'm so ready. Just be yourself. You need to trust me, too."

   "Talk to me, alright?" I demand. "Whatever you think, whatever you feel... because I..."

   Alec does not let me finish. His mouth steals my breath. His fingers in my hair are pulling me closer. I make the last step. The last string breaks. Nothing can stop the free fall anymore. I dive into his ocean of love and find him right next to me. He will stay.

   I kiss down the fine curve of his throat. My tongue follows the delicate line of his collar bone. Alec's back arches when I bite his shoulder lightly and move on his smooth chest. My kisses are open-mouthed, slow, demanding. I suck the skin, savor the taste, and lick every spot. His gasps quickly turn into whimpers. I take his hard nipple between my teeth and tug on it gently. My Peppercorn moans loudly and sways his hips to press his erection to mine. The touch makes us both groan. Our movements synchronize in a torturously slow dance against each other. The pleasure flows through our bodies like a thick stream of hot chocolate. I can feel the vibrations in every cell like never before.

   "Oh God! Sam, I'm dying," Alec whines and digs his heels in my butt, quickening his movements. "Aaah... babe... I'm... so close..."

   I take his nipple in my mouth and suck it hard. He mewls loudly and grips my shoulders. Oh my! This is the sexiest sound I have ever heard. I am tempted to keep the sweet torture just to hear more of his desperate moans, but I can't let him be so vocal and wake up the entire house. I slip two fingers in his mouth, muffling his cries. He immediately swirls his tongue around them. His body quivers. 

   I move further down, peppering his stomach with kisses. Alec trembles when my tongue glides over the scar, but quickly presses into me when I start licking around his navel. The pleasure makes him bite my fingers, but I keep them in his mouth, rubbing them on his lips. The jugged breathing and the muffled, high-pitched whimpers show that he's lingering on the verge of the orgasm.

   I start stroking his penis in a steady rhythm. My palm gets slippery by the leaking pre-cum. Alec's legs are shaking. His body is squirming, trying to cope with the overwhelming sensations. He has no idea what a stunning sight he is, pure beauty, the seduction itself. I'm painfully hard, aroused to the point of melting, but this is for him. 

   I can't wait to taste him. His sweet scent is all over me, making my head spin. I give in to the temptation and start licking his glans persistently until he can't take it anymore. It's not enough. I suck on the sensitive spot on its underside. My fingers can not stop Alec's cry. I sense his orgasm rising and take him in my mouth with one swift move, pushing down until his tip hits my throat. He bites my fingers even harder. My hand on his hips encourages him to thrust steadily. Alec quickly grasps the idea. A few seconds are enough for him to come hard, shaking, sobbing, and scratching my back. I don't release him until the last wave of the climax subsides.

   "Oh my God!" he gasps, barely catching his breath, when I finally take my fingers out of his mouth. "What was that? I had no idea... I have never... Sam... Oh God!"

   I lay next to him and pull him on my chest. He's still shaky and unable to control his breathing.

   "Ready for the second round?" I smirk.

   "What?" he squeaks incredulously.

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A/N

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