Make Me Perfect

I guess I just need to hear him say it.

He looks at me as if I grew another head in the last three seconds and tilts his head to the side, obviously confused by the question.

"What did you say?" His voice is laced with caution and shock, as if I should already know the answer to that, which I do.

I walk from the window and perch myself on my toes between his knees, making sure that I am just slightly touching the insides of his thighs with my arms.

"I said: Do. You. Want. Me." With each word I lean closer to him until I can feel his warm breath on my lips.

Jesus, control is getting more difficult with each passing moment. It's all- literally *all* I can do to keep myself from capturing that completely kissable mouth of his with my own hungry one, but I will be damned if I am going to do something I might regret later, something like I did to Hunter. Of course, no one else knows what I did to Hunter...

He lowers his head and the blush in his cheeks deepens as he avoids the question by playing with a loose string on his worn-out jeans. I really don't know if he's acting shy and nervous or if he really is, but I know I am going to have to be the one to make the first move. I wrap one hand around both of his, and tilt his chin up so he has to look me directly in the eye. Damn, I could get lost in those pools of blue.

"Christopher? Answer me, please." Fuck, how the hell can I be so calm when all I want to do is rip his clothes off and bury myself so deep inside him that we become one?

"Y-yes" His voice is shakey and I can tell he hadn't planned on his admission sounding so frail.

He wriggles one of his hands out of my grip and runs the back of his fingers across my cheek. I swear it feels like liquid fire is engulfing me when I hear him repeat the yes in a calmer, huskier voice, and runs his fingers through my hair, and I really don't how much longer I can take the torture of being so damn close to him...

Not very long at all, apparently, because I just entangled my fingers in his silky blonde locks and crushed his lips with my own. God damn, his mouth is hot, and he doesn't give the slightest resistance when I dart my tongue out to part them, doesn't even wrestle for control when I rake my tongue over every corner of the moist crevace. I don't how the hell it happened, but by the time we both need air, I realise that I have pushed him back on the bed and that his legs are wrapped around my back.

Panting slightly, I ask him if he's sure this is what he wants. You know, as if I really care at this point what his answer is. The kiss was so hot and needy, that I could probably cum right now if I would let myself. He nods his head vigorously as he fumbles with the tie of my sweatpants without success.

The heel of his hands keep lightly rubbing the head of my painful erection, but I don't want to interfere with his boldness. It's rather nice having *him* make an advance for a change. However, the longer it takes for him to accomplish his task, the more difficult it is to keep from giggling at him.

"What the hell are you laughing at? You could help me, you know" he bursts out after about five minutes, the sound of his voice booming off of the walls. He stares at me with this seriously angry look that just sends me into another fit of laughter, and he smiles as he supresses a giggle. I stand up and take a step back from the bed, tugging the waistband of my pants as I do. In an instant the snaps on the sides give way.

"All you had to do was pull, Christopher." A sly grin creeps across my lips as I dangle the pants in front of his nose. He grabs them and I can tell he's trying really hard not to laugh as he mumbles "You coulda *told* me they were pull aways, you know" and sits on the edge of the bed in front of me. In one fluid motion he has my silk boxers in a pool around my feet while his other hand wraps around my cock, and I don't even try to suppress the lustful growl that escapes my throat when his tongue flicks out to collect the pre-cum that has gathered on the head.

Slowly he darts his tongue over every inch of me, and I have to restrain my hands from driving his head down. I have to restrain my hips from bucking him farther down my shaft as he darts his tongue slowly across the sensitised flesh.

He brings a hand up and slowly begins to massage my balls, gently rolly them between his fingers, and I swear I just saw fireworks go off behind my damn eyelids.

At this rate I am going to cum before the show even begins.

"Oh, god, Christopher..." The words barely strain out as he pulls me into his mouth slowly, his other hand making languid strokes along the base of my cock. All to soon he pulls his mouth completely off of me and flicks his tongue across the swollen head again... Dear god, he's going to torture me. He's going to keep flicking his tongue across my cock until I can't take it anymore and beg to let me fuck him.

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

At least that's what he thinks...

Whoa.

What the fuck just happened? One second, *literally* one second ago, I was sitting in front of Rocky, teasing him to no end, and the next BAM! I am flat on my stomach on the bed, completely undressed, and squeeling like a school-girl as he is giving me the best fucking rim job I have ever had in my life!

His tongue is like a cold fire, freezing and heating my ass with every lick, every thrust, and I swear I'm gonna fucking cum all over the bedspread in about three seconds if he doesn't stop... And I will be fucked if he didn't do just that! I can feel the strangled cry of abandonment escape my throat, but I am not entirely sure it actually passes my lips as he turned me over onto my back.

Hell, I am not entirely sure of *anything* that has happened tonight. It's all like some twisted dream I can't wake up from. Not that I am complaining, mind you, it's just that if it's a dream then I have to wake up and find-

"Oh, fuck, Rocky!" Nope, I am awake, that's for damn sure! I can tell because I just jumped about 15 feet off of the bed when his mouth just took all of my cock in one thrust. His tongue twirls tiny circles around the entire length of my shaft, and even with his arm draped across my hips I can't keep from bucking like a bronco.

Jesus, his mouth is so damn hot, and I can't believe he didn't prepare me for the blow job I am getting! How the *HELL* am I supposed to hold off my orgasm when my cock is halfway down his throat?

He lightly grazes his teeth just below the ridge of the head, and my hands involuntarily push his mouth back down the length of my cock. I guess he doesn't mind because he doesn't complain at all, and takes an imense amount of pleasure in biting his way all down to the base.

"Please... please, baby" I have to force my voice to work, because not only am I chin deep in his mouth right now, he's also managed to get my balls in there as and is doing quite the tongue job on them while two of his fingers are inside my ass and raking across my sweet spot. I shriek when he takes his mouth off of me and withdraws his fingers. That was *so* not necessary, damn it! "Please what, Christopher?" Now, normally I would beat anyone besides my mother for calling me Christopher, but somehow it seems natural for him to rasp out my full name during this lustfilled moment, his voice is so hungry, so controlled.

"Fuck me, damnit! I need to feel you inside of me!" Dear god, did I just beg? Did I just *scream* those words out at the top of my lungs? I have always been the one in control of sex, but damn, it's so fucking easy to delegate authority in this instance! I just want him to fuck me until we both pass out.

For a brief second he hesitates, and I can tell he is wondering in he will need lubracant... as if my cock isn't already soaked with his saliva and my pre-cum, right? As soon as the thought hits him it's gone, and without any warning at all one leg is draped across his shoulder and I can feel his cock forcing itself into me.

Jesus fuck, I never realized how fucking big he is, even when his cock was in my mouth. He could just stand there fully sheathed inside my ass and I could cum. It surprises me how quickly the pain turns into pleasure, and I grind into his hips to let him know that I am ok.

That little motion was all he needed and he pulls back slightly then thrusts into me hard, and I don't even recognise the sounds that are spilling out of my mouth when he wraps a hand around my cock and begins to stroke it roughly. He quickly balances out a rhythm between his hips and his hand, and soon I don't even remember what day it is.

I can hear him growling out my name, and I know he is holding back his orgasm until I can reach mine. I grab his hips roughly, tell him that I won't break, and slam him into me as hard as I can. I think he imagined this would last longer than 5 minutes, but I really don't think I can hold out that long.

"Fuck. Me. Rocky. Hard. Fast. Furious." With each word he thrusts, punctuating my meaning for me. It's as if he knows my thoughts before I do, and for a brief second I wonder if that's how it would have been between me and Hunter if I had...

I don't even finish the thought. I realise now that Rocky is who I wanted all along.

"Oh, god, Christopher. I can't hold out much longer..." His words are strained, and a deep furrow has creased his brow. Sweat is dripping off of both of us in buckets, and I know I have to just stop thinking and get back to fucking.

I wrap my other leg around his back pushing his velvety hard cock deeper inside me. Wildy our bodies rock, and he keeps pace with the stroke he has going on my cock. I feel the edge ascend upon me in a wave as my abdomen tightens and my body arcs upward, my seed spilling out between his fingers and coating our stomachs. I can feel my walls tighten around him, and he cums soon after as my spasms milk him until he finally collapses on top of me.

For a few minutes we just lay there, not talking, barely breathing, and trying to come down off the high I think I could be happy being addicted to. He wrangles his hand out from between us and brings it up to his lips to taste the sticky fluid that coats his fingers. I lean up and do the same, enjoying the taste of my cum mixed with his natural flavor, and soon our tounges are entertwining in the most senual kiss I have ever experianced in my life.

Slowly the kiss fades and he rests his cheek on my forehead. His breathing slows to a steady pace, and he falls asleep with his hands wrapped up in my hair, still sheathed inside me. I am falling asleep too, completely content and happy with the way things turned out, and I can't help but wonder if what I thought was obsession for Hunter... I barely hear my own whisper before falling into peace.

"You make me perfect."

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