Ghost of you

A/N: Thanks for reviewing Yblue, womo and epica =)

I felt like writing some smut, I felt it's time....

Betad by: Teeta
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Chapter 7


He breathed heavily, feeling the warmness close to him, so close. He could feel himself starting to lose all sense of reality. Soft hands, carefully moving on his sides, touching, feeling the muscles through his shirt. He looked down at the blond hair. The boy was a head shorter than him. His eyes followed the movements of the hands on his body. His own hands; clenched to a fist on his side, slowly relaxing, ever so slowly, carefully touching the arm of the boy. He began to lose himself into the feeling, how long had it been? How many years? He hadn’t allowed himself to feel for such a long time and now… Now something, inside, something was waking. He was trembling, moving his hand on the boy’s thigh, lightly touching the curve of his lower back, just above the buttocks.

Such a familiar feeling and yet so long ago forgotten, his other hand reached out, touched the smooth skin of the boy’s cheek. His hand was carefully taken, lean fingers wrapped around his wrist, his fingers meeting with the soft pink lips. Blue eyes looking deep into his, asking, pleading for something, did the boy even know what he was asking? Eyes, filled with such innocence, such warmness that he had missed. Love, promises…The hot breathing, his skin felt like it was tingling, how long had it been? The heath of another body so close and he knew it could get better, he remembered…

Their lips met, it was a soft kiss, insecure kiss. His arms moved to take a support of the lighter, smaller body before him. The boy felt so fragile in his hands, for a moment he thought that he might be able to break him if he held him too tight.

The room was dark, soft light of the moon behind the window, quietness of the evening, breathing. Kiss. The sweet taste of the boy, familiar but different at the same time. The kiss deepened, he held the body closer to his, losing himself into the awakening hunger. A rush of emotions, forgotten, forbidden feelings, all coming back at once. He remembered how good it had felt to hold him, how good it had felt to kiss him, make love to him. He loved him, loved him and oh how he missed him.

The boy before him, the boy he is holding now, fits into his arms so perfectly; almost like it’s meant to be. His shirt falls down onto the floor with the guiding of the boy’s hands.

There’s no turning back, he can’t turn back, tasting a forbidden fruit and the taste is as sweet as he knew it would be, maybe even sweeter. It is easy for him to lift the boy up, it is easy for him to carry the boy onto his bed and lay him down there. Move on top of him, move the shirt up, kiss the stomach, his navel, move the shirt higher, undress it completely with a little bit of help.

In amazement he runs his fingers on the naked chest, circles his fingers around the nipples, can’t help but notice similarities. A ghostly smile, the glimmer of the golden gross on the boy’s neck. He can hear the fast beat of his heart. The heath of his body, soft moans as he kisses the skin, moves lower.

The click of the belt as he hauls it open, the rustle of the fabric, untouched beauty before him, naked, insecurely the boy’s hands move, wanting to cover his organ, feeling so exposed, not knowing what to expect, what is going to happen. But gently his hands are moved away and the boy feels the hot breathing against his shaft, which in excitement grows, blood rushing down fast. He’s never felt anything like this, his skin feels so hot, his cheeks are burning.

Suddenly a pair of lips takes his length into the warmness of the mouth, he trembles, not sure how long he can last, not sure if he wants it to stop or not, the pleasure is so strong that it’s almost painful. He knows he can’t last for long. ‘This is so wrong.’ the voice in his mind whispers. ‘Such a bad boy.’ whispers another. He can feel the sweat on his forehead and he moans, panting, it’s hard to breathe evenly. He isn’t sure what’s happening.

Suddenly a sharp pain moves through him as the finger enters him. He tries to squirm, such an odd feeling, not sure if he should try to escape from it or not. The man holds him still and sucks him harder and then it becomes too much and with a surprised yelp he comes.

Alexander licks the boy clean, listening to his panting, fingering him at the same time, taking some moisturising cream and preparing the boy with it. Knowing he couldn’t draw back if the boy would ask him now, hoping he wouldn’t ask him to stop. Slowly he opens his own pants, pulling his cock out. He moves Olavi's legs apart, moving to lie between them. He hears the boy whimpering as he starts pushing in, couldn’t get in at first try, had to push in harder. The boy lets out a cry when his muscles finally give in to the hard thrust.

Olavi had never felt such a pain before, he trembled under the man, cried quietly, his nails digging into his flesh. His lips trembled as he held back a sob. The man didn’t move, just laid there, his hard penis inside him.

Alexander looked at the boys face, saw the pain in his features and kissed his skin softly. A smooth kiss on the trembling lips.
“Shh… It’s alright, it will stop hurting soon, I promise.” He whispered. “Open your eyes.” He asked gently and slowly the blue eyes fluttered open. Slowly he started moving inside him, kissing the boy; his forehead, cheeks and lips. He could feel himself getting close, it had been such a long time.

The man moved him onto his stomach and entered him again, this time the pain slowly faded. Then he felt sudden pleasure as the man seemed to hit something inside him, he couldn’t help but moan. Then he pulled him on his lap, moved him. He listened to the moans that the man was making, feeling strange and feeling pleasure at the same time. With a quiet moan Alexander finally came, holding onto the boy tightly.

They were both trying to catch their breathing, the man laid him down again, pulled out and laid next to him. They were silent for a long time.

Olavi could feel the cum leaking out, dripping down his thighs. It still felt as though there was something in him and he wasn’t sure what really had just taken place between them. He felt pain, didn’t think he could move. His heart was jumping in his chest, he suddenly felt scared and cold, alone, didn’t know what would happen now. When he had walked into the room, he had wanted… he had wanted something, but wasn’t exactly sure what. And now he laid there with the man who just moments earlier had been inside him.

Suddenly he felt as Alexander moved on the bed, turning on his side, carefully touching his face, his hair, almost lovingly, gently, insecurely. Olavi turned his head and looked at the man, his eyes watering.
“It was your first time.” Alexander spoke, not really asking, just taking a note and Olavi could do nothing but to nod. “I hope I didn’t hurt you much?” He shook his head for a reply. Lost for words.
“Are you cold?” He asked. “Come here.” The man pulled him close, sheltering him with a blanket.

Olavi wanted to ask him something, he wanted to ask what would happen, but found no strength for his voice. He felt warm now, lying against the man, under the blanked, listening to his breathing and the beat of his heart. He felt like he could stay there the whole night, hoping that he could.

It was too soon when he heard the voices, when he heard the others getting back.
“I have to go…” He whispered standing up, finding his clothes, dressing, trying to ignore the pain and feeling him looking at him.
“Good night.” He whispered quietly, sneaking out of the room after checking that no one would see him.
“Good night.” Alexander whispered back watching as the boy left. He sighed, stared at the ceiling and placed his hand on his forehead. He could still smell him, still taste him, still feel him. A small smile on his lips that died away soon and turned into a worry. What had he just done? Had he really taken that boy’s virginity? Had he really just slept with him? Kissed him? He knew this would bring him trouble and cursed the darkness, cursed himself for wanting to feel the boy close to him again. And then he thought of Elias and felt guilty, felt like he had failed him completely. He was more confused than he had ever been before.

TBC.
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