A Ballad of Confetti, Cake and Catastrophes by Helen Juliet

Author:Helen Juliet [Juliet, Helen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-05-24T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

It was over before Nicholas even really knew it had begun.

Fynn pulled back, their lips separating, and the guitar’s last note diminished between them. “You kissed me,” said Nicholas. It seemed the obvious thing to point out.

Fynn was very still, his hands gripping his instrument tightly at both ends. “Yeah.” His eyes didn’t blink, or move even in the slightest. “I’m sorry.”

Nicholas was all breath and no real voice. “Now who’s apologising?”

“I should have asked.”

He seemed absolutely torn up, which Nicholas couldn’t understand at all. His heart was dancing on cloud nine. “So ask.”

Fynn looked at him, the guitar hanging between them like a chastity belt. “May I kiss you? Again,” he tacked on with a twitch of a smile.

“Oh god yes,” rasped Nicholas, lunging for him.

Fynn grabbed the back of his head as Nicholas seized two handfuls of his t-shirt. This wasn’t a kiss, it was a collision. There were more teeth than Nicholas had ever experienced before, but there was more tongue too, and Fynn’s hands were yanking and pulling, and they couldn’t see to get close enough.

Fynn ripped away, but before Nicholas could protest, he saw it was just so Fynn could hoist the guitar over his head, and set it carefully against his chest of drawers. And then his hands were slipping around Nicholas’s waist and behind his neck, pulling their bodies together.

Nicholas felt his legs give way, but Fynn had him. His own hands moved from Fynn’s shirt and wrapped around his back, feeling the muscles move as he sank into the kiss. Fynn cradled him upright, and then took a few steps backwards.

Towards the bed.

Nicholas followed.

His skin was alight with want; he’d never felt so heady. He allowed himself to be gently pulled downwards.

“Oh fuck,” Fynn breathed into his mouth. It was all Nicholas could do was whine in response.

Fynn hit the mattress and broke contact to back himself up against the pillows, where he’d been perched for the last couple of days, and yet, Nicholas knew there and then he was in a whole new territory now.

He crawled up after him and was soon swallowed again in his embrace. He realised his glasses were in the way, so he took them off and twisted to try and put them somewhere where they wouldn’t get broken. But Fynn plucked them from his fingers, and placed them on the bedside table for him, taking care to sit them the right way up. And then they were cuddled up once more.

Fynn’s lips were thick and plush and needy. They moved against Nicholas’s over and over, giving and begging in equal measures. Nicholas snuggled into the pillows, and let himself be claimed.

He had noted over the past few days that Fynn’s hands were large. But he hadn’t really appreciated how much so until they were roaming up and down his back, gripping his hip, slipping up his arm, combing his scalp. He moaned. It was highly embarrassing.

Fynn, however, responded with shifting his body a few inches, and with that he was hovering over Nicholas, kissing him with an intoxicating desperation.

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