Fallen angels - Chapter 9: Finger play.
by Isa Akane B.
"Really? You did it? At last!"
Palma was hugging a blushing Jon. The boy was wondering why he had told this noisy child such a shameful thing. And why said kid was so happy to hear the news. Will Palma tell it to Adonis? Annoyed by the idea, Jon tried to get away from the boy who was still clinging to him.
"So, when will you let him fuck you?"
Jon held his breath for a while, trying not to get mad at the younger boy. He hated the crude idea the word was describing, as what he did with Gael was always a matter of love. He had a mental picture of the scene and felt more scared than disgusted.
"Don't use that word. You never heard of 'making love'?"
"Nobody did that to me. They all fucked me. They're most of all nice to me but nobody loves me. Even my big brother."
"Your brother? You never told me you had a brother."
"Well... it's you..."
"What are you talking about? I don't have a brother! If I had one I would know it, and don't try to say one of my parents had an affair with someone else!"
Jon was suddenly very angry at the thought this boy could accuse his parents of misbehaving and Palma looked at him sadly.
"I wasn't implying anything about your parents. I was just thinking of something like... an adoption. I'll never have a real brother and I need one. Do you hate me or do you despise me like all these guys I first went with?"
"The guys you first went with? You mean... not the vampires you're currently seeing?"
"I haven't always been that lucky. I needed to eat, to have a warm place to sleep at in Winter. I took what I found. Well, actually they were taking me when they found me. Rough guys, who didn't seem to see I wasn't the object they thought I was."
"I'm not like them! I'll never use you, you're not a toy. But being your brother... I don't even know you! Well, I'll think of it."
Palma looked at his watch and jumped. He had told Adonis he would meet him for lunch and he didn't want to be late. As they went out of the room, Jon wondered why he had told the boy he would consider being his brother. He had to admit he was feeling more and more protective for this kid. Since he never had a brother he didn't know what brotherhood really meant but now he was certain it had something to do with his feelings for him. Gentle arms around his waist brought him back to reality, soft kisses on his neck made him melt between these arms, and all he could do was whisper his lover's name.
A few weeks had passed when Jon seriously considered trying something new with Gael. He cursed himself for still blushing when he thought about it.
"Your birthday's in 4 weeks, darling. What present would you like?"
Jon lifted his head from the book he was supposed to study and looked lovingly in his lover's green eyes.
"You, of course."
"You already have me, angel."
"You know what I mean."
"But I don't know if you'll be ready for this in so little time."
"Stop it! I'm not a child! Do you really think I'm still a virgin?"
"To me, you are. Have you ever had something up your ass? Do you know what it feels like?"
Jon blushed crimson at the crude words and resumed reading. That bastard vampire was right! But he knew the man wanted him, so why was he trying to delay this? He had something to do about this, and quickly.
In the late afternoon that day Jon was toweling his hair, his body still wet from his shower. It was already dark outside and the only light in the room was the one coming from the bathroom. He was still wondering why Gael didn't want to take him. And what was he talking about? Something in his ass? Well, it was certainly not so difficult. Hardly looking at his fingers in the darkness, he felt confident enough to lick his index finger. Well, it was dark enough, nobody could see him from outside. Letting the towel from around his waist fall to the ground, he reached for his ass. Ok, only the first knuckle, then he would see... The room lit.
"What are you doing in the dark, darling?"
Jon froze, his finger not moving from where it hid. He felt his face burning. Caught, stupid boy! When he was able to move again, he grabbed the towel from the floor and tried to hide behind it, hearing Gael chuckling while he closed the bedroom door.
"Playing with yourself, horny boy? Good, at last you're trying to explore and understand your body. Go on, don't be ashamed."
"You... you... pervert! All you want to do is watch me."
"Maybe you'd prefer me to help you with this, then?"
He was standing close to the crimson faced boy, their bodies nearly touching. Taking off the towel, he let a hand wander on the soft warm skin of Jon's hip while he kissed him.
"I want you to do it yourself because you must learn to know your body and its limits. You'll go at your own pace. Don't try to go too quick, we have all the eternity."
Jon sighed and didn't look convinced.
"Give me your finger."
Jon obeyed and Gael took the digit in his mouth. He started to suck it meticulously. Jon gasped, feeling warmth going from his finger to his groin, and Gael chuckled. Then he released the captive and damp finger.
"Try, now. And stop blushing, please, you're getting ridiculous. We're alone and I closed the door. No one will see you. Go on, I won't even watch you until you tell me."
Jon looked at his finger, then at Gael, then his finger again. He felt trapped. He knew Gael could be stubborn and wouldn't let him go without trying. Resigned he bent slightly and spread his legs a little then aimed a shaking finger at his ass. He checked: Gael was not watching. Closing his eyes, he sighed again and his first knuckle went in easily. Great, he did it–
"Good. Second knuckle, now."
Jon let out a shocked whimper. Gael has been watching all the time! He shouldn't have trusted him.
"Liar! You said you wouldn't watch!"
"How does it feel?"
"Are you listening to me?"
"How does it feel?"
"...Not bad... At last it doesn't hurt."
"So you can try a little deeper, now."
Jon thought he had never been so ashamed in his life. He tried to forget the other presence in the room and pushed his finger deeper in his body.
"Ok, I did it. Now, can I get my clothes and–"
"No, Jon, it's not over yet."
"What? You said second knuckle, not whole hand!"
"I only want you to move your finger, there are places in your body that you certainly don't know."
"And I don't want to know."
Jon removed his finger too quickly and hissed at the slight pain. Crossing his arms he looked defiantly at Gael. The vampire sighed.
"Right. Do as you wish. But you won't get anything from me tonight."
He left the room and Jon rushed to the bathroom to wash his hands. Bastard! He would try again in the shower, next time. Maybe then the vampire wouldn't show up. Maybe.
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