This is such overkill and I love it. At that point, you can’t even speak, you can just fall on the bed and laugh because you’re so happy that he adores you so much.
Tag: young men in love
“Are you not enjoying our date?” Darren asks, face tight with concern.
Jaime drops his fingers and stops in the middle of the street. “May I be honest?”
“Yes?” he replies in a soft, cautious voice.
Jaime licks his lower lip and lowers his head. “You’re too wonderful to me. I feel that I cannot live up to how lovely you are to me. Right now, I’m miserable. I’m incredibly stressed about my exam, the aspirin is wearing off and my sprained ankle is aching, and I’ve been terribly hungry all day. Honestly I just feel so frustrated, I want nothing more than to sit down and throw a tantrum until someone just…takes care of me. I’m trying to focus on our date instead.”
Darren’s face changes. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt so poorly?”
“Because all I want is to spend time with you, but I feel like I’m squandering it,” Jaime replies, quickly brushing a tear off his check.
“Aww Jaime, you’re so tender right now, but you still tried to be so strong for me.” Darren kisses the tear streaming down his cheek, and is pleased to see it got Jaime to smile.
“Your lips…are um, very soft.” Jaime shouldn’t have been surprised that Darren took that as a hint to kiss him properly then, but he’s so stunned and the butterflies are going crazy in his stomach, that he just stands there frozen.
Darren waits for a response, hazel eyes sparkling.
“I feel immensely lighter now,” Jaime whispers.
Darren smiles and hooks his fingers with Jaime’s. “Why don’t we find a cafe, get you a nosh, get you some aspirin, then go back to your place to study?”
Jaime’s eyebrow go up. “Won’t that bore you?”
“The city will be here for other dates in the future. As long as we are spending time together, I’m fine.”
Jaime squeezes Darren’s hand. “You are wonderful. Let’s find a place with good desserts. I’m treating you.”
Darren groans. “Oh first you let me kiss you then ply me with sugar. I am helpless to this.”
Jaime laughs. “Too bad!”
Later, they were sitting in Jaime’s living room, Darren helping him with flashcards for his paramedic’s exam. A box of pastries, half consumed, was opened on the table, surrounded by tea cups. A soft rumble of thunder catches their attention, and the over-cast day becomes a rainy one.
They both looked out the window, then at each-other.
“If you hadn’t suggested we go in, we’d be out in the botanical gardens right now, soaked!”
Jaime blushes a little. “Hooray for my whining?”
“Hooray indeed.” Darren looks pleased with himself. He fingers a flashcard. “I perhaps may like to reward you for it later.”
“Reward me?”
“…Would it be uncouth to ask to spend the night Jaime?”
Jaime turns a fine shade of red. “That would be nice. I’m not sure if um, I’m ready you know…to go all the way…” he muttered, making a circular gesture with his hands.
Darren leaned forward and put a hand on top of Jaime’s foot that was elevated on the arm of the sofa. “Even if you just let me kiss and cuddle you, I’ll be happy.”
Jaime smiles and hides behind his textbook. He was going to let Darren do more than that.
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An adorable submission from @subtle-butt-crack
(This caption is 100% fictional. This is a writing exercise, and does not attempt to assume the identities, sexuality, or personalities of the people in the picture.)
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Hey Sylvie,
Thanks for your e-mail. Things are actually going SUPER well. I was so nervous for absolutely no reason. The first thing Jason did after meeting my mother was gush about her decorating and the house -without me even prompting him – and so she immediately fell in love with him. I could see the suspicion melt off her face. I think she was worried that Jason was going to be a super flame like my last boyfriend with the BIG theatre boy personality, and she was going to be uncomfortable since she’s just a quiet church type lady. I’m really proud of her for being so supportive and accepting of me being gay, despite what some people have said to her at church. I think showing her gays can be ‘normal people’ (as dumb as that sounds, lol) has really made her realize that it’s not a “lifestyle” and that we just want to be treated like any other person.
She told me later that before meeting Jason that she was 100% sure that she rarely ever met a gay person, but now that she realizes gays can be “normal”, now she’s not sure! I was so happy to hear my mom is so forward thinking.
And I know what you’re gonna say – aren’t I pretty normal? Yeah, unless I’m at a Madonna concert, but when it’s your own kid it’s different.
Anyway. Here’s a picture from the Broken Rock Hike near my house. Used to go up here all the time and smoke weed when I was in high school, lol. The leaves are super pretty this time of year. Being from Arizona, Jason had NEVER seen leaves like this close up – it absolutely blew his mind. He kept picking them up and gawking like a child. It was SO PRECIOUS. I took a thousand photos, lol. A nice hiker took this photo of us. Isn’t it sweet? I’m gonna print it out when I get home.
Makes me sad to think Jason was going to spend Thanksgiving at the dorms by himself 🙁 So sad, but he does get to go home to Yuma for Christmas break. My mom and I are helping him buy a ticket home – shh! It’s his present hee hee. I know Jason’s parents have it hard, with his sister being disabled, and the scholarship to Dartmouth is the only thing that got him to college.
He’s a really sweet boy. I really am falling hard for him. I know, I know, college crushes won’t last right? We’re just two years out of high school. But arg, look at that smile! I think even if we don’t work out, which I would be sad about, I *would* be pleased to know I helped Jason moved forward on his journey to adulthood, to independence, and uh, ya know, exploring his sexuality. I know you’d love nothing more than the details, but nuh uh. Won’t happen. I will say that he is such a cuddler though *wink wink*.
Anyway. Hope you are having a nice Thanksgiving abroad in Japan. Could you even buy a turkey there??? I heard on Christmas everyone eats KFC. Is that true? Send pics of your feast! I’m about to go eat ours 🙂
See you back at Dartmouth in January.
Love, and Happy Thanksgiving,
Caspian
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When you’ve waited all week to be with him.
Let me tell you something – that Metallica cover song was right. I’ve fucked here, I fucked there, I’ve fucked every fucking where. Cars, planes, trains, hallways, parkways, driveways, in alleys, under bleachers, in closets… got caught more than once, but when I was in my prime, I let absolutely nothing get between me and my craving for dick no matter the risk. Sometimes I’d get lucky and get actually fucked, but I think most of those times were just furious frottage or forbidden blowjobs. I mean, why jerk off when you can play with ANOTHER dick at the same time? I mean why on Earth would you ever.
I kind of missed the vanilla stage, and you know, it’s weird because the older I got the more I found myself circling back to it. Hell, it was weird enough realizing I kept circling back to the same guy. And then I did something super weird and moved out of my drafty artsy loft for his suburban house. I expected myself to eventually go crazy, snap out of it, then run to Europe clutching my chest in relief as I took E and sweated in a crazy warehouse party. After a year, the fear of this went away. Just because we moved into a house didn’t automatically mean I couldn’t go to the clubs anymore. Why on Earth did I think that? We still went, and regularly at that, and oh yeah we took E. And poppers. And whatever else.
Being taken is weird. If you can’t have sex, you have to wait. And you know how much I do not like jerking off – so sometimes the wait can be agonizing – but goddammit when you have been waiting all week and you finally get time for the real good sex? Oh my god. Knowing you and a naked guy have nothing to do until 8 am the next morning is such an exciting thing.
And you know what a learned? Fucking in a bed is actually the best place to do it. My partner laughed when I told him this. I think I’m gonna have to do him a favor and screw him in a few alleys and against a few trees or something until he sees things on my level. He needs to appreciate that fucking in this bed is awesome.
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Alastair tugs on my sleeve. I tear my gaze away from the dancing revelers to look at him. He jerks his head slightly – as much as one tends to do when they have horns jutting out of their head that can injure someone. I raise an eyebrow and follow him away from the bonfires, the howlers, the witches trying to teach the drunk vampires their social dances. Alastair takes me over to the wooden tables where had our November Feast to celebrate another successful Halloween. All of the scraps had been cleaned up by the little dragons long time now. We are alone here, the woods to our back. The light from two full moons above us lit Alastair in a silvery glow. Small fairies left lazy trails of lights as they weaved in and out of the branches. Oh so romantic.
“So…” I begin, leaning on the counter, thrilled to be alone with him – finally.
Alastair looks at me and smiles. “I don’t know if you can tell, but ever since you got those tattoos with your latest evolution, you just look so unbelievably stunning that I keep staring at you?”
I blush. Only Alastair makes me show my emotion so easily. “I noticed a little,” I admit. “I don’t look weird?” I ask, holding out my arms.
“No, I love your hands black,” Alastair murmurs, taking my hand and kissing the back of it. His charcoal hair falls in a curtain around his face, tickling my wrist and arm. “Honestly, when I look at you, I am mostly just stumped that you stuck around to love someone like me.”
I scoff. “Don’t give me that nonsense.”
“No, I’m serious.” Alastair insists. “I hadn’t realized that I was putting on the personality people expected from me. They all know me, who my dad is, who we are, and they want me to live up to that expectation. You just stuck around for three years, loving me hard enough to teach me that I could be the demon I really wanted. I am so very lucky to have your affection.”
“Aww Alastair,” I sigh, pressing my hands over my robes, over my heart. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I open my mouth to say more but he put a hand up.
“At least let me say I love you,” I insist.
His face softens. “I will never tire of hearing that.”
Seeing him let his sarcastic, cocky guard down is such a rare thing that it makes my heart swell. “Alastair…”
“I uh,” he pats the pockets of his long coat nervously, the metal decorations jingling. “I just -um, don’t think I really show you enough that I care.” He takes something out of his pocket and thrusts it out to me with both hands. “I want you to have this.”
My hands fly to my mouth as I gasp. “Alastair, I can’t take that!”
Alastair looks at the jar holding the sliver of moon, shakes his head, and sets it on a wooden table. “Taking or not, that’s not the right word. It’s yours, Saphrael. You were coveting the prize since the Counsil announced it yesterday. Looking at it all love’sick. Honestly, you should have won it. You found that stray soul I could not. I wouldn’t have found it before the barrier closed for another year. I know you didn’t say anything to avoid embarrassing me, but you should have won it. Plus, it would make me happy knowing it was cherished.”
My chest hitches and I gently pick up the bottle with both hands, the pointed tips of my nails clinking against the glass. In it, the sliver of moon sparkled and shone. I sigh deeply. It’s truly beautiful. Rare as a meteor. As long as I kept it in the sun, it would never lose its glow. A symbol of love if there ever was once. I tuck it in my robe pocket over my heart and brush tears out of my eyes with my sleeve. “Thank you Alastair.”
“You are welcome.” He sighs in relief and wraps his arms around me. I lift my wings so he could get around my back. I press myself up against him, enjoying the sensation of the hard glass between us. Alastair, all six and a half feet of him, feels like a strong tree against me. He kisses the top of my head. “There is something else too…”
I nuzzle his collarbone, enjoying the faint smokey scent clinging to him. “Hm? What is it?”
He begins to pet my wing distractedly. “I think I finally have the courage to ask my father if he would approve me mating with you. But I have to ask you first, duh.”
I pull back from him and stare at him with giant eyes. “Alastair Mephistopheles, are you spinning elven yarns?” The sight of him nervous and stammering and flushed at the base of his horns makes my knees weak.
“No, I’m not – I, I – I want you,” he whimpers. “I want you to rule next to me, and to give you eggs that you always wanted and-”
I can’t help it. I throw my arms around him and press my lips against his hard, trying to burn my love into him like a brand. Tears stream down my face. “Yes, Alastair, a thousand seas, yes!”
He coughs out a laugh of relief and releases the air he was holding in his chest. “Holy hell, I thought I was going to faint asking you that!”
“I’m – I’m in shock you did!” I squeak.
Alastair pushes his hair over the side of his head, making it go everywhere. "It wasn’t until I actually said it out loud did I actually convince myself I did the right thing. I don’t know why I find it so easy to lead in the bedroom, but I am so scared of fucking up our relationship.”
I kiss him again. “Oh don’t you worry. You are doing everything right.”
“Oh, that’s good,” he chuckles. “Cause I still might faint.” He quickly brushes tears away from his eyes. “Now just to just tell my dad…”
I take his hand. “We’ll do it together.”
Alastair looks relieved. “Thank god.”
A deep howl punctuates the air. Dawn is an hour away. “I think you have to go officiate the closing ceremonies soon,” I note.
Alastair sighs. “I don’t want to officiate again this year. Why do they always make me do it?”
“Cause you look super hot up there orating and making fire come out of your hands?”
Alastair gives me a look. “You are biased. Any demon chick or baby orc can do that.”
“I’m sitll right,” I insist.
He chuckles. “So biased. What I really want to be doing is to take you to my chambers, make you that tea you like, and make love to you from dawn to dusk.”
I raise my wings a little in interest; goosebumps break out everywhere. “I would like that. Especially since I’m wearing that pretty bit of metal you got for my birthday this year…”
That gets his attention. “What? You are? Like right now? You’ve been wearing the ring this entire time?”
“Yes,” I say non-chalantly.
“You mean while you were collecting?”
The corner of my mouth lifts and I shrug. “Being a bit aroused makes my senses heightened. My powers weaken a little when I cross the barrier. It keeps me strong.”
Alastair’s eyes glow like embers. “Fuck, that is just unbelievably sexy.” His hand gathers my robe at my thigh and pushes it up so he can slide it under. “I think they can wait a little longer.” Alastair dips his head and begins to kiss my neck as he grabs my ass and pulls me against him. I put a hand on his horn and thrust back against him. “Y-yeah,” I stammer as the bottle presses into my ribs. “They will have to wait. Dawn’s a while out yet. “Mmm goodness you are hard in your breaches.” The scent of burning cedar fills the air, which by now, gets me randy automatically. I’m pretty sure what we are about to do will be brief. Alastair will want to take his time with me later, and I am fine with that. I don’t want to wait to celebrate becoming his!
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Captions are fictional. Oh yes, m-preg, I went there.
Yes. This is how it’s done. Playful, dominant, affectionate and the smiling is infectious. Those are the moments I treasure.
“You seem to know what you’re doing,” I say – not to be accusatory, but in some desperate attempt to hint that I need reassurance.
“Of course I do. I did a lot of research, talked to people, watched videos… when you told me you were going to be ready for this soon, my heart about exploded. I wanted it to be such a sweet experience for you.”
I smile. My cheeks hurt from smiling already. “So it won’t hurt?”
“It shouldn’t. Not if I take care of you properly. God I love you so much that you want me to do this.” Our lips meet and I momentarily drift off in our kiss.
“I love you so much,” he repeats. “I’m just so honored that you trust me, that you want me inside you, to take you…” The kisses trail down my clavicle. “I’ve been hungry to experience this for a long time now. Sex, love-making – what the fuck is the fuss all about?”
I chuckle. “I hear it feels pretty good. I mean our G-spots are up inside us…”
“Mmnn…” he purrs, rubbing his palms down my thighs. “I’m going to find yours, baby.”
I shudder. “Promise?”
He tosses my underwear to the side, and I’m now naked in his lap. My cock is dark red and hard between me, front and center. The thrill over-riding the shame excites me. He captures my mouth again. “Promise.”
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It’s almost sweater weather!
“You like this sweater?” Brett asks.
“Yeah,” I grin, “You look good.”
He snorts. “Aren’t you punny.” He smiles anyway, and our lips meet for a searing kiss.
“Mmnn…” Brett purrs. “I liked that.”
I bless him with another, and start snaking my hands into his clothes as our make-out session intensifies. Almost involuntarily, I start tugging on them to get them off. I want to suck him. I want to get my mouth on him soon so I can feel him hardening against my tongue.
“Hey babe?” Brett asks.
“Yeah?” I ask, muzzy headed.
“If you like me in this sweater so much, why are you trying to get me out of it?”
I blink at him, momentarily knocked off my predictable orbit. He gives me a smug look, waiting for a reply.
I clear my throat. “Well, because I think right now, you don’t want to be in that sweater.”
“Oh?”
“I think you’d rather be in me,” I finish with a grin.
Brett groans. “That was terrible. But good. And you’re not wrong. I was cold a moment ago. Why is it suddenly so warm in here?”
I take my off shirt.
Brett oggles my abs. “Oh. That’s why.”
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Captions are fictional. Guys might be Elias Vikstedt and Lari Väänänen but I can’t read Finnish to tell if that’s true or not.
When he picked me up for our date, I asked him if he decided where we were going. He’d been mulling on it for a couple days, since our last date at the museum.
“Well I had a few ideas,” he said, ‘But it’s such a nice autumn day, I was wondering if you might enjoy going for a walk in the woods. I know a nice easy trail, and I um, I packed some snacks and things.”
I had to agree it sounded wonderful to just walk outside and enjoy the pretty leaves on the trees. I went inside to change my shoes, and then jumped in his car.
Our gentle hike was such a refreshing change from the dinner, movie, or club circuit that it seems all gay boys take their dates on. It was amazing how much we bonded just from talking, and walking hand in hand. I was really hoping he’d let me kiss him at the end of our date, but I got super lucky. He let me kiss him before we even made it to our picnic. Just off the trail. I will always remember how the air felt chilly but his lips were warm. Felt like we were the only ones in the forest.
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“you’re my great escape” 👬
Mrs. Martinez gasped and clutched her hands over her chest. “Oh Diego, look at you. you look so handsome.”
He blushed and scuffed his foot, tapping the flowers on his leg. “Hi Mrs. Martinez.”
“Aww look at you,” she cupped his face in her hands. “You are so precious. I’m so happy my son is getting taken to prom by someone so handsome.” He blushed harder. She chuckled and patted his cheek.
“Mary, you’re embarrassing him,” Mr. Martinez teased as he came out of the kitchen. “Give him some space.”
“Hi Mr. Martinez.”
“Hello. God, you remind me so much of me, picking up Mary for prom.”
“You had that growth spurt and barely fit in your pants,” Mary laughed.
“Uh,” Diego said.
“Oh sorry honey,” Mary said. “Where is Mathias? Mathias! Your date is here!”
“ONE MOMENT!” came the yell from upstairs.
“Probably still getting ready,” Mr. Martinez said. “Mathias!”
No response.
“I’ll go get him,” Diego offered.
“Go do that,” Mary said. “Oh let met take your flowers and put them in water.”
“Thanks ma’am.’
"Sooo adorable,” Mary clucked, taking the flowers to the kitchen.
Diego waved to Mathias’s dad and headed upstairs. “Matty?” He stepped on the second level. “Mathiiiaaass~”
“…Diego?”
“Yeah, I came to pick you up. I’m a bit early. Where are you?”
Diego heard a door open. “In here.” He followed the noise around the corner and found Mathias in the bathroom.
Diego stopped in the doorway. He was so used to seeing Mathias in hockey gear or athletic wearthat it was strange and stunning to see him in black slacks and a pressed white shirt. He’d gotten a haircut and was in the middle of styling his hair. Suspenders hung off his shoulders. “Wow,” Diego breathed.
Mathias gaped right back at him. “Wow yourself. You look like you’re getting married.”
“Kinda feels like it,” Diego agreed, unable to stop smiling. “Your hair looks great. Here, can I help you?”
“I need help,” Mathias admitted
Diego chuckled and took up the comb. He doted over his parnter, fixing his hair, gelling it in place. Satisfied, he fixed Mathias’s collar and adjusted his suspenders so they stayed. “There.”
Mathias considered himself in the mirror. “Wow I barely recognize myself.”
“I can’t take my eyes off of you,” Diego admitted. “I can’t believe you agreed to go to prom with me.” He hooked his fingers in Mathias’ pants and pulled him close.
“I still can’t believe you got up the courage to ask me,” Mathias answered. “Oh you’re wearing cologne.”
“It’s my dad’s,” Diego admitted.
Mathis smiled. “It smells good.”
“Thanks.”
Their eyes met and they began to kiss. Diego slid his arms around Mathias and ravished his lips until they were a swollen. He even snuck a selfie in so they’d have a little private memory of their own.
“Mathias! Diego! We have to get going!” Mary called upstairs.
Mathias pulled away and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “Wow.”
“That’s the word of the night huh?” Diego chuckled.
“For sure.”
“Come on, we got a prom to go to. Where is your coat?” Diego asked.
“Let me go get it…”
“Oh, I brought you flowers too. They’re downstairs.”
“Aww you brought me flowers? Come here. You get another kiss for that.”
“BOYS!”
Mathias groaned. “We’re coming mom!”
Diego stole that kiss anyway. “Grab your jacket. Don’t want to be late to our own prom.”
Mathias wouldn’t forget that jacket. In the inside pocket was lube and a condom. His dad had pulled him aside earlier in the night and gave him a “talk”. He was so nervous, but when he thought of Diego, it melted away. Tonight was going to be special.
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Maybe one day we’ll find the place where our dreams and reality collide 😴❤️💙👬
I knew this would happen. Or maybe, because I was trying to avoid it so much, that I subconsciously made it happen. I never wanted to be one of those jet-setting celebrities that has a bed warmer in every state, every country. I kept my relationships informal and professional, paying top dollar for secrecy. New York, however, was a problem, because I developed a crush on the guy who works at the bakery under my condo. I am far too old to develop crushes on boys, but nonetheless it happened. It took me a little while to figure out why I only went down there when I thought he worked. When he noted sore feet because he doesn’t have money to buy good shoes as a student, I bought him new kicks. I made him cry. He insisted on making dinner for me. So, I invited him upstairs because my kitchen was better equip..
And now he pretty much lives here. I like having someone to watch the place when I’m in Los Angeles, and also because he was sleeping on a sofa in a shitty apartment and had no privacy or quiet place to study. I have enough money that I don’t need his rent, and I like to think I’m ‘investing’ in his future by supporting him while he gets his degree. Of course, when you phrase it like that, it seems informal, like I’ve just hired a house-sitter.
But most house-sitters don’t sleep in your bed, or give you the most delicious teasing handjobs, or leave you a late-night snack when you get home at 4 am from shooting.
So, somehow I found myself having lots of wonderful mornings like these, which is him curled up on top of me asleep (he always gets up once to pee and comes back to bed), and me reading over a script I’ve been offered. Under our window, New York comes to life. When you travel a lot, you spend a lot of mornings waking up alone in hotel rooms. This, to me, is heaven
I just hope the tabloids never find out about this. I like to pretend on mornings like this that we are normal people, having normal lives. If the cameras show up, he’ll be driven away, I know it. He’ll run off in those shoes I bought him, and I’ll never see him again. Luckily, he understands the risk. We have cover stories in case we get surprised. But it makes me sad. I don’t want to live like this…but he doesn’t seem to mind. And if I can live like this now, and still have him, then I’ll do it for as long as I can. It’s nice to be in love.
I put an arm over his shoulder, lean in, and kiss his forehead. As long as I can.
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Captions are fictional. Can’t find source – anyone know?