School Boy's Dream - 4

Brian pulls in a sharp breath, his hands gripping me even tighter, and I loop my arm around his waist, dragging his body closer to my own; the other tangles in his beautiful, thick mane of hair. I run my tongue along his bottom lip, cautiously asking him for entrance; he opens his mouth almost immediately.

His calloused hands slide to my shoulders, resting there momentarily as our tongues dance passionately, before he rests them on my chest. I release his hair and run my hand down his body, pausing to massage his perfect ass briefly; I'm rewarded with the gruff, desperate moan that leaves him.

Acting on a wild impulse, I quickly turn us, so Brian is leaning back against my kitchen counter. My hands run just a little lower, getting a good grip on the back of his thighs – and then I lift him up and sit him - almost like a small child – on the counter. I then use his legs to pull him closer to the edge, and then rest myself in the V-shape that they create; we both moan as our packages softly rub together.

"Fuck, Mattie," he groans softly, gasping for air as I move my attack to his neck. He tilts his head back, giving me more access to the expanse of skin. I suck on the spot right below his jaw, tenderly nibbling the area, and he moans deeply. I pull back, smirking a bit at the semi-large red mark that I've left behind.

I run my hands up Brian's sides, letting them up under his shirt; I gently scrape my fingers over the smooth skin, relishing the long hiss of air that leaves him. He moves his mouth back to mine; kissing me like it's the last thing he'll ever do, his hands fisting in my shirt tightly.

My phone goes off, and we pull away partially; his hands remain twisted into my shirt, and mine stay on his hips as we stare at one another. Finally, I mumble, "I…I should get that," and step away, digging through my bag and pulling my phone out. "Hey, mom," I greet, watching Brian from the corner of my eye.

He looks vaguely shocked – no, more mesmerized. He's holding a hand to his mouth, fingers gently tracing the swollen flesh. I swallow and glance to his eyes – to find that they're trained on me. When our glances meet, his tongue swipes across his lips, slowly and deliberately; my pants tighten instantly.

"Matthew, are you listening to me?" My mom's voice, sharp and demanding, jerks my attention back to the phone call. I make a noise of affirmation, and she sighs. "Brian's over, isn't he?" She asks, but doesn't give me time to answer. "Well, behave, Matt, and don't stay up too late. I love you." And with that, she hangs up. I close my phone and take a deep, shuddering breath, preparing to look back at Brian.

I spin around and nearly scream like a girl; he's right there, so close that our chests are brushing. There's a devious smirk on his face, and mischief is dancing in his mocha eyes. "You alright there, Matt?" He questions, laughter in the back of his throat. He reaches his hand up, places it on the side of my neck.

I let instinct take over; my arms go immediately around his hips, my muscles relax, and I slowly lower my forehead to his. His other hand slides up to meet its partner at the back of my neck, just above the top of my spine. "What now, Syn?" I ask quietly, opening my eyes to look into his.

"Well," he begins, voice thoughtful, "I was kinda hoping that we could try…dating." The wonderfully calloused fingers of his left hand slide from my neck to my face, rubbing along my jawline.

I slowly release a breath that I didn't know I was holding. "I was hoping for that," I sigh, giving him a small lip touch. "Do we…do you wanna tell the guys?"

The hand stops and his eyes go from half-open to full. "Hmm…not today; but soon…maybe this weekend…" he murmurs, resting his head on my shoulder. I hold him close, resting my cheek atop his head. We stay like that for maybe five minutes before Brian speaks again. "Hey, Matt, what time is it?"

I glance over at the stoves clock. "Just about four…Why?" And I can practically feel his smirk against my skin.

"Well…we have about half an hour to do what we want…whatever we want…" He purrs into my neck, a wicked lilt to his smooth drawl. A sharp shudder of want travels through me, fogging my brain.

I lean down and kiss him, tangling my hand in his hair. He grips my shoulders tightly, holding me close as our tongues dance heatedly. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull away from my dark angel with a groan. I pull the stupid thing out – a text from Jimmy: 'Matt, Johnny-boy and I are on our way. Be there in fifteen.'

I sigh soundlessly, taking one last look at Brian; his hair is messed up, lips red and kiss swollen, a small red tint on his cheeks. Fucking hell. "Jimmy and Johnny are on their way," I rasp suddenly, voice low and full of want. Brian's shoulders slump, a small, disappointed sound leaving his parted mouth.

"Alright, guess we better get the place ready, huh?" He gives me another small smile before going up to my room to grab blankets and pillows; I follow behind, stopping to get the extras from the hall closet. We manage to sprinkle in a few short lip touches as we set up the layers in front of the T.V. downstairs. I check my phone; we've still got – at least – five minutes.

Without warning, I grab Brian around the waist, tugging him onto the nest of blankets with me, mouth searching out his. He giggles, arms going around my neck, helping me to roll us so I hover above him. "Mattie," he whispers, lips meeting mine. I take his face in my hands, thumbs tracing the perfect cheekbones.

Thumb, thumb, thumb. "Matt, Brian, we're here! And we brought some foods!" Johnny yells through the door, jerking our attention away from each other. I slowly climb off of Brian, heading over to the door, wishing I still had him in my arms.