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Authors: M.J. O'Shea
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ever afraid you’ll get something from one of the people you feed off of?” It had concerned me in the club, where everything seemed so...loose. Noah shook his head. “No. I can smell it if something’s wrong with the blood. Kind of like how you can smell if food is spoiled. Besides, even if anything ever got into my body it would get burned up quickly. Vampires are a lot stronger than any weak little human disease out there.”
I guess I wasn’t surprised. If vampires were susceptible to all the gross stuff carried in people’s blood, they’d have all died out a long time ago.
“Sorry, that’s not a very romantic question.”
“No, Zack, it’s fine. I want you to be safe. Ask all the questions you need to ask.”
“So, judging by the look you got from Brian, you’ve, uh, slept with guys before?” My face turned beet red.
Noah sighed. “Yeah. A couple. Believe me, right now I wish I hadn’t. If I’d had any idea this night was going to happen, I’d have waited forever for you.”
“I know. Me too.”
I wished I’d lost my virginity to someone I loved rather than to a football player in the laundry room of my dorm freshman year.
“So maybe it can be the first time we really mean it, okay?”
I smiled at him in the dark. “Okay.”
I sat quietly for a second, just breathing in the night. “I love you,” I finally whispered. We hadn’t said it since that afternoon when we first told each other.
“I love you too.”
I scooted as close as I could in the bucket seat and leaned over, putting my head on his shoulder and kissing his neck. I could see his house looming in the distance.
Finally!
He grinned at me and pushed the gas pedal just a little harder. We were home.
I couldn’t even make it through the front door before I had to kiss him. We collided under the huge stone portico and I pushed him up against one of the granite columns, yanking his shirt out of his pants and tracing the lines of his neck with my tongue. He tugged at my hair and ground his hips into mine, breathing hard when I sucked on his neck and bit down. My hand slipped under his shirt again and I took the opportunity to reach down the front of his pants and curl my fingers around the hard arousal I found there.
“God,” he laughed quietly. “Can we please go upstairs before I end up begging you to ravage me on the front porch?”
I snickered a little but nodded. It was hard to laugh when I wasn’t too far from asking him to do the same thing.
With trembling fingers he unlocked his front door and we slipped inside, still wrapped around each other. It took a lot of effort to make it up the stairs without ripping into our clothes, but we did. It felt like eternity, since we had to stop every two steps or so to kiss, but we finally made it into Noah’s room.
His room, like mine, had so many memories; memories of rainy days playing cards on his ancient four-poster, hours sitting by him wishing so badly that I could tell him how I felt, wishing I could kiss him. I pulled him into the room, finally getting to do just that, and led him towards his bed. We collapsed onto it devouring each other’s lips and rubbing desperately against each other. He finally broke the kiss, and leaning over me, started to unbutton my shirt slowly. Each new bare patch of skin got a trembly little kiss. I loved the feeling of his lips on my skin. I couldn’t wait to feel them everywhere. My thighs quivered when he got to the sensitive skin of my belly.
“Noah...” I arched up into him. He gently pushed the shirt off my arms and I pulled his up and over his head. He lowered his bare chest to mine and hugged me close, pulling my leg up to wrap around his waist. We stayed like that for long minutes, kissing until we could barely breathe, touching and exploring. I loved the weight of him on top of me. It seemed like I’d been waiting to feel it my whole life. In a way, I kind of had.
I wanted more.
I reached between us for Noah’s belt,
I guess I wasn’t surprised. If vampires were susceptible to all the gross stuff carried in people’s blood, they’d have all died out a long time ago.
“Sorry, that’s not a very romantic question.”
“No, Zack, it’s fine. I want you to be safe. Ask all the questions you need to ask.”
“So, judging by the look you got from Brian, you’ve, uh, slept with guys before?” My face turned beet red.
Noah sighed. “Yeah. A couple. Believe me, right now I wish I hadn’t. If I’d had any idea this night was going to happen, I’d have waited forever for you.”
“I know. Me too.”
I wished I’d lost my virginity to someone I loved rather than to a football player in the laundry room of my dorm freshman year.
“So maybe it can be the first time we really mean it, okay?”
I smiled at him in the dark. “Okay.”
I sat quietly for a second, just breathing in the night. “I love you,” I finally whispered. We hadn’t said it since that afternoon when we first told each other.
“I love you too.”
I scooted as close as I could in the bucket seat and leaned over, putting my head on his shoulder and kissing his neck. I could see his house looming in the distance.
Finally!
He grinned at me and pushed the gas pedal just a little harder. We were home.
I couldn’t even make it through the front door before I had to kiss him. We collided under the huge stone portico and I pushed him up against one of the granite columns, yanking his shirt out of his pants and tracing the lines of his neck with my tongue. He tugged at my hair and ground his hips into mine, breathing hard when I sucked on his neck and bit down. My hand slipped under his shirt again and I took the opportunity to reach down the front of his pants and curl my fingers around the hard arousal I found there.
“God,” he laughed quietly. “Can we please go upstairs before I end up begging you to ravage me on the front porch?”
I snickered a little but nodded. It was hard to laugh when I wasn’t too far from asking him to do the same thing.
With trembling fingers he unlocked his front door and we slipped inside, still wrapped around each other. It took a lot of effort to make it up the stairs without ripping into our clothes, but we did. It felt like eternity, since we had to stop every two steps or so to kiss, but we finally made it into Noah’s room.
His room, like mine, had so many memories; memories of rainy days playing cards on his ancient four-poster, hours sitting by him wishing so badly that I could tell him how I felt, wishing I could kiss him. I pulled him into the room, finally getting to do just that, and led him towards his bed. We collapsed onto it devouring each other’s lips and rubbing desperately against each other. He finally broke the kiss, and leaning over me, started to unbutton my shirt slowly. Each new bare patch of skin got a trembly little kiss. I loved the feeling of his lips on my skin. I couldn’t wait to feel them everywhere. My thighs quivered when he got to the sensitive skin of my belly.
“Noah...” I arched up into him. He gently pushed the shirt off my arms and I pulled his up and over his head. He lowered his bare chest to mine and hugged me close, pulling my leg up to wrap around his waist. We stayed like that for long minutes, kissing until we could barely breathe, touching and exploring. I loved the weight of him on top of me. It seemed like I’d been waiting to feel it my whole life. In a way, I kind of had.
I wanted more.
I reached between us for Noah’s belt,
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