He wants trouble

He wants trouble
My lips slid lower, tracing the line of his abdomen, feeling the way his body trembled beneath my mouth. I stopped right at the edge of where he needed me most, giving him just enough space to catch his breath, though he clung to me like a man drowning. And just when he started to relax, just when the shakiness in his chest steadied, my tongue swiped his length in one long, slow stroke.

He gasped, sharp and helpless, his fingers tightening on me like he thought I might disappear.

I didn’t stop. I continued, slow but deliberate, my tongue dragging up from the base to the tip before taking him completely into my mouth in one swift, consuming movement. His legs trembled, his body arched toward me as if surrendering wasn’t even something he had to think about. Every moan he made went straight to my spine breathless, needy, and beautiful.

My mouth worked on him slowly, then quickly, then slow again, watching how his throat bobbed when he tried to say my name and failed. My other hand played around with his nipples, circling, teasing, pinching lightly just enough to make him gasp harder, just enough to drive him insane. He was unraveling, and he knew it, and I loved it.

Rhythm, breath, and heat everything built between us. The more his moans broke out, the more I pushed further. After taking his length back and forth, I decided to switch up. My mouth left his length and wrapped around his balls, sucking them one after the other, while I replaced it with my hand, stroking him hard and maddeningly fast. His back arched high off the bed, and I took it as a sign that I was doing what he wanted, or he wanted me to do more.

“J-Jamie… please… slow— just—”

I ignored him. Deciding I wasn’t giving him a break, not tonight. When I felt him getting close, when his thighs shook violently and his fingers dug deeply into the sheets, I took him into my mouth again, this time harder, faster and deeper. He pleaded for breath, for mercy, for anything to help him hold on, but I didn’t stop, I didn’t pay any attention, and I certainly didn’t want him to hold on.

When he came, he exploded in my mouth, as his body shuddered around the release he’d been fighting to hard to hold on too. I took it all, swallowing everything, not letting a single drop go, until I was satisfied he had nothing more to give. I smirked, as I slowly lifted my gaze to him. Then I found my way up his body kissing his abdomen, his chest, his nipples, until I reached his lips and claimed them again harder and deeper. His arms looped around my neck instantly pulling me in, it was silent but desperate.

I didn’t want to stop, but every time our tongues met, wresting for dominance, I got harder and he knew. He slid his hand into my shorts, stroking me slowly at first, then faster. I groaned into his mouth and pulled back just enough to meet his wild, hungry gaze. I instantly wished I could just drown in that look.

“I don’t think it’s wise to start what you can’t finish poodle, because that will only mean more trouble for you,” I whispered against his ear, letting my hot breath brush his skin. He instantly gasped. It was loud, and delicious.

“Oh? I guess I don’t mind a little… trouble,” he whispered back, licking my earlobe as he stroked me harder.

My breath caught, as I moaned louder, my composure nearly snapping. But my smile stayed sharp and my eyes never left his gaze.

“Oh, you’re definitely going to get that.”

I gently pushed his legs apart, and his expression softened into a knowing grin, like he had been waiting for this exact moment. I laced our fingers together, stretched his arms above his head, and hovered over him just enough to see the moans and gasps he was going to give to me when I was finally inside him.

“You’re always looking for trouble, aren’t you, poodle?”

He grinned wider, and just as he was about to respond, I slid into him. His gasp ripped through the room, his eyes widening with shock and pleasure mixing into one beautiful expression. I pulled out slowly, then pushed in again, deeper this time. His breath faltered, and his hand squeezed mine hard.

I moved slowly again, then increased the pace as I kept going faster and faster unable to hold myself back anymore. He wanted trouble, and I was going to make sure he got it. His moans grew louder, higher, and breathless, which made me more harder, as I realized I had him where he wanted.

“Jamie—ah—Jamie—”

“You want more trouble, poodle?” I growled, ramming into him deeper, and harder.

Hs breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered closed. He tried to speak, but only broken sounds came out once again, small, choked, and desperate. I leaned in and kissed him again, devouring every sound he made while I thrust further into him. We moaned into each other’s mouths, letting the moment swallow us whole.

“Fuck…” I groaned when he tightened around me, his body clenching so perfectly it almost broke my control.

We stole each other’s breaths, none wanting to surrender for the other, the bed danced to our tunes, as our body moved to the rhythm, frantic and hungry, obeying what the other wanted. After about thirty minutes of intense heat and breathing and teeth and lips and moans all tangled together, I pulled him closer, burying myself fully inside him, and came with a deep, guttural growl.

My body jerked against his, my breath which has been ragged and shaky, evened out. I kissed him again slowly this time, tender before rolling to his side and pulling him into my arms, as our chests were rising and falling rapidly. 

After a while when I looked down, he smiled at me. Blushed actually .

“You know, if you keep teasing me like that,” I murmured, brushing my thumb over his cheek, “I’ll have no choice but to keep stealing your breath away, every single time.”

“Oh really?” he teased. “I don’t mind you stealing more than that though. You’re more than welcome to steal as much as you want.” He teased and we both laughed.

“I love you, poodle.” I leaned in and kissed his forehead softly. It was more like a reminder that it was ‘us’ against the world. 

“I love you more, poodle.” He kissed me again quick, and warm which made body reactinstantly. And he noticed. Of course he did.

“I really should kiss you more often,” he smirked. “Maybe that way I’ll get more passes into treasure land.” He said hinting at my length that was already growing again.

“You’re crazy, you know that right,” I muttered, flicking his forehead lightly. “Just remember, if you start any trouble, you better be ready to face it. I hope you don’t run away when it comes for you.”

We lay like that for a while, letting the warmth and peace of what we had just shared filled the air. I thought he’d fallen asleep until he suddenly spoke up.

“Jamie… why do you love me?”

I froze.

He looked up at me, his eyes soft, and vulnerable in a way he rarely allowed.

“I’ve been thinking about it but I can’t seem to find an answer. I mean with everything that has happened between us, I know you could’ve gotten someone better. But you didn’t, and I’m just really curious to know, what’s the deal with me? It’s not like I am special or something.”

I stared at him like he had just slapped me with a pillow.

“Oh wow. That was definitely unexpected.” I exhaled. “Okay, before I even attempt to answer that, how about we freshen up first and go get food? I’m afraid I’ve lost way too much energy from constantly stealing kisses and moans from someone I know, and a good food right now would do the trick.”

We laughed, stood up and headed to the bathroom.

Having our bath together, always took longer than necessary. Because somehow, we always get riled up whenever we were in the shower together, and we won’t be able to keep our hands and mouth away from each other. Today wasn’t an exception, although whenever it wanted to get more intense, I would pull back, reminding him and myself that we had something pending we needed to attend too. 

Soon we got out, toweling off, I changed into something more comfy, and I gave him one of my clothes to equally wear, and he couldn’t stop sniffing it like he was addicted.

“You know you act like you can’t get used to my smell, Aiden.”

He smirked. “Maybe I just can’t. I don’t think it’s something I can actually get used too babe. It’s like I actually want to be wrapped in it every time, every day.  That shows how badly I want to be around you.”

I shook my head and turned away so he wouldn’t see my smile. Then I proceeded to changing the sheets while he lounged on the couch watching me. When I finished, I gestured to the door.

“Come on. Let’s go. I don’t have much at home since I haven’t gotten groceries yet.”

He took my hand like an excited kid, and we headed out.

Just as I was about locking the door, a familiar annoying voice called out.

“Oh hey! I didn’t know you had company.”

I sighed. “Jason, what are you doing here?  Dude, you need to stop showing up unannounced you know. What if I was in the middle of something?”

He walked past me with grocery bags, grinning, as he settled them on the table. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure you’ve done that already.”

This made aiden blush as I glared at Jason. While he just laughed.

“Have fun! I’ll be waiting,” he said coyly before disappearing inside.

We got into the car and I drove off. Halfway through the drive, Aiden asked, “He seems fun. Is he always like that?”

I looked at him. “Who, Jason?” Then laughed. “Yeah. Pretty much. We’ve been really close since we were kids, and now with everything that’s happened… he’s technically the only family I’ve got left.”

His brows lifted, but he didn’t push. Instead, he squeezed my hand gently.