Now that I had the house to just us, I wasn’t sure what to do with the time alone with him. Did I make a move? What was he expecting? I suggested we watch a film with a couple of beers, hoping it was innocent enough that if nothing happened it wouldn’t be awkward, but gave us plenty of potential to work up to other stuff if we felt like it. I had no idea why I was so nervous. It reminded me a lot of the time I showed Gabriel the tree I’d found for the first time. We sat in that tree for ages, just talking and messing around, but I was so nervous in case it ended up being something else.
He agreed with one of his easy smiles, kissing my forehead when I promised to keep alcohol consumption to a minimum. It seemed like an easy enough thing to promise, but even though I was in a good mood, I still felt like swapping the beer for something a little stronger. Kicking the fridge shut, I forced myself to go back into the living room with just the two bottles of beer, settling down on the sofa with him to watch the comedy he’d picked out.
I drank my beer and we both laughed every now and then at the characters on screen, but ultimately, I was far more interested in Line than anything else. I kept catching myself glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. I wanted him to look back at me so I could see his hazel eyes. His hair was thick, and almost the same shade as his eyes; I wanted to run my hands through it, just because.
Without seeming to realise that he was doing it, Line started to play with my hair. I let out a hum and rested my head on his shoulder, rubbing my face on it a little when he brushed his lips against my hair. He gave a hum of his own and kept playing my hair while we watched the movie. I was, for the first time in weeks, entirely content.
The movie came to an end eventually, and while I wasn’t particularly sorry that the film was over, I certainly didn’t want to move. Thankfully, Line was more than happy to stay snuggled up. I kissed his shoulder in silent gratitude. I wondered how well I’d fit in his lap, given that he was a good few inches taller than me. Deciding to find out, I clambered into his lap and settled down, sitting sideways across him so I could lean my head on his chest.
He kissed the top of my head and I returned it by reaching up to kiss his neck. He tilted his head, letting me litter his skin in more tiny little kisses. I glanced up at his face and he looked as though he hadn’t a care in the world. I think he was even more happy when he noticed that I hadn’t even finished my beer. My face was half pressed against his neck, partly because I’d gotten comfy there and partly because in this position, the only thing I could smell was him; he filled my senses entirely and all else was forgotten. His fingers tangled in my mess of hair again, and I nuzzled his neck, drawing a hum from him.
I really didn’t want to ruin the evening we were having, but I wanted him as much as I wanted the snuggles he was giving me. A moment passed and I felt his hands position themselves on my hips; I looked up at him, returning the smile he gave me. Our lips pressed against each other for a moment as another hum left him before I shifted so I was facing him, sort of straddling him. We shared a long kiss, that lead to him squeezing on my hips. I still had hand shaped bruises on them from our drunken night together, but it didn’t hurt. I was just kind of wondering why he was squeezing my hips. I don’t think either of us really knew what the other wanted, and I couldn’t tell if Line wanted to go further than kissing and cuddling or if he was just humouring me because he knew I wanted to.
We kissed a few more times before Line’s tongue slid past my lips, turning up the heat a fair bit. I was more than happy to reciprocate, unable to stop myself grinding against his leg a little. He chuckled, picking me up. Yelping in surprise and maybe a little bit in panic too, I wrapped my limbs around him, holding on tightly as he carried me up to the bedroom, the journey punctuated by several more kisses.
He laid me down on the bed with a smile. I think he was trying to ask if that was what I wanted, but the bulge in my jeans was more than answering for me. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him down, locking my lips against his again as I wrapped my legs back around his waist like they belonged there. Line’s hand found my semi and palmed it, forcing a moan from me. I was beginning to doubt that he had only had one experience with a guy.