To Have a Sweetheart - David Ch. 01

God, his bare torso was beautiful. I couldn't wait for the day when I could nuzzle myself against his chest hair or to find out how sensitive his nipples were, but we were still a fair time away from that.

He laid back down next to me, still looking lost in thought, but I was too afraid to ask. After a few more moments lost in thought he turned to me and said "There's something I want to ask, but I can't seem to make it sound right in my head." he muttered softly with furrowed eyebrows.

"Say it wrong then."

"How do you decide who's who? I mean... I have close to no idea how this works."

I struggled hard to not burst out laughing, I was worried that I'd pushed boundaries too much and put him in an uncomfortable position, but he was just trying to figure out gay sex. Fucking hell. Okay, okay, serious voice please... Do not laugh, this is big for him.

"It's more like everyone has their preference, but that doesn't mean it's always the same way, it's more about like what mood one's in. It's like how you decide on the position or so. I mean yes there are some top only, bottom only guys or relationships where it's decided, but I personally don't understand the reluctance to try the other end every now and then or I don't know... Is that really what you're worried about?" I explained and asked in bewilderment.

He processed my words a bit and shrugged saying "Yeah, I just... this is a bit new."

"Luke, please, I'm not here for sex and I sure as hell hope you're not either, just if you kiss me like that, it's a little hard to resist... Sure sex is a nice addition, but I'll take a cuddle over sex any day of my life. And now, super seriously - I don't want you to give yourself to me unless you yourself 'really' want to and so won't I, okay? Plus, we can always do other things you know..."

He flashed me a gentle smile and nodded "It's not sex I want either.", his face looked just so content and loving as he said that, that for the first time I really believed that we might make it.

"Alright, ask me anything, anything that you're worried about or just want to know." I offered and snuggled up to his collarbone unabashedly - mostly just to hide my intrusive grin from him.

"Which end do you prefer?"

"For a long time I was kind of top only, though there kind of was a reason for that. But, some time ago I met someone who turned my world upside down in that question and after that I'm rather flexible, so it's more about the mood I'm in than anything else."

"Okay... have you had many relationships?"

"Well, kind of, but really just one that has mattered, the same guy I just mentioned."

"Did you love him?" he asked and started to play with my hair, reminding me a lot of the man in question.

"In a way - I really loved the time we had together, the person he was with me and how crazy precious and loved he made me feel, but he didn't really fully love me and I could never love the person he fully was. Is. We parted on friendly terms after some time, but I haven't really talked to him since."

"I just realised, I don't know how old you are."

"Twenty three."

"Oh god!" he gasped in shock and shifted under me, slightly pulling away, but not pushing me off.

"So I am a few years younger than you." I laughed at his grand reaction and looked at his bewildered face.

"I'm thirty two in three months." he muttered unamusedly and shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oh jesus! I did NOT expect that. I thought you're twenty eight tops." I gasped just as in surprise as he had.

"I'd be a legend in the army if I'd been a captain at twenty six. I thought you were twenty six at least." he explained in bewilderment with a few chuckles escaping his throat.

"How about we pretend this conversation never happened and I'll cuddle you to sleep as I think back to how glorious you look when you cum." I offered shamelessly as I snuggled up to him again. He's still younger than John by a few years...

"Only if I cuddle you, junior." he snickered, wrapping his arms around me.

"Please don't ever say that again." I groaned in disapproval.

"Agreed. That was horrible." he snickered and shifted a little to get more comfortable. "You can read or something. I mean you just woke up."

"I'll figure something out." I snickered - like cuddling his sleeping body or watching him sleep wasn't the best passtime ever.

--

I woke up in the morning alone in the bed, confused by my surroundings. The reality slowly sinking in I glanced around seeing that I was alone in the apartment. It really happened, it wasn't a dream.

There was a note on his pillow saying "I don't know how you sleep like that, truly unbelievable. Went for a run, stay, have your breakfast with me."

Looking at the time, it was only nine o'clock. I almost never woke up that early. Turning sides I wondered if I should tell Luke about John. Sadly the answer was too obvious. Fucking buzz kill.

He got back as I still turned sides in the bed, sweat running down his body in streams. Why did he have to look so bloody hot? He smiled as he saw me wrapped in the duvet and came over giving me a small kiss murmuring "Good morning sleeping beauty."

"Hey, I woke up three hours before I usually do." I defended myself.

"Do you usually have a five hour siesta before as well?" he smirked back.

"Only on special occasions." I smiled inviting him to me with open arms.

"No way, clean linen. I'll have a shower. The fridge is all yours." he said and made his way into the bathroom, noticeably rolling his eyes on the way.

I dragged myself out of the bed, dressed and searched the fridge, no greens at all, just bread and eggs plus all the miscellaneous. Worse than a bachelor. The pantry held some beans at least. I mashed some up, flavouring them generously and toasted some bread.

It seemed that he had no coffee, only mountains of tea. I groaned as I settled on black tea, thinking that next time we'll have to sleep at my place. No matter how fucking fancy his place was.

He emerged from the bathroom, hair damp and looking all fresh and already dressed for my disappointment, but I was willing to bet that it was because of his back. Sitting across from me he eyed my breakfast choice "When and how did you do that?"

"Magic." I quipped with a straight face.

"That would be the only possible explanation. What even is that?" he asked glancing at my toast.

"Bean spread." I said waving my toast in front of his face, "Try some."

He grabbed my hand and took a bite from my toast. "Hmm, that's nice." he complimented.

"Uhm, Luke, I think I should clear something with you." I hesitantly said, setting my toast down.

"Okay..." he looked over me concerned.

"Uhm, the man I mentioned yesterday... that man's John." I said uneasily, finding it hard to look at his reaction.

"John?! John John?" he asked me bewildered and pointed upwards, which I assumed was the direction his apartment was in.

"The very same." I admitted with a good struggle.

"The married to Kathrine for eight years John?!" he asked in sheer shock and disbelief.

"Oh god, please don't be mad." I muttered and grabbed my head between my hands.

"You are joking, right?" he asked emphasising every word.

"No. He's bisexual, actually both of them, and they both like to... play around. Kath knew and well as I said, it was just for some time, some time when I really needed someone to hold me and fucking be there. I'm not happy that I was a fucking pussy short from being someones mistress, but... I was so fucking lonely and he was more than a gentleman." I blurted out not being able to stp the words, but he needed to know, I needed him to know.

"Jesus... I wouldn't have thought. I had no idea." he muttered, but I couldn't tell to which part he was referring to.

"Yeah... so yeah, that was a little more than a year ago now." I muttered, feeling defeated. Defeated by truth.

"I'm a bit stunned here." he admitted uneasily.

"It bothers you, doesn't it?" I mumbled, playing with my tea mug.

"Yes. No. I mean, I'm just a bit surprised here to say the least, but that's just the past isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Well then I appreciate you telling me." he said with a reassuring smile and literally shook it off.

I carried on with my breakfast that I'd lost the appetite for as he made himself some tea. "So, uhm, I have to go away for a few days, finish my business with the army once and for all. How are you working next week?" he asked as he sat down across from me with his cup.

"I'm on from today till Wednesday and then Sunday to Tuesday."

"Oh, that's almost perfect. Have you been to the southern coast?"

"No, I haven't."

"Would you like to come with? I'm going to visit my mother, tell her I quit, haven't seen her for ages. We could see the shore, share the drive and so."

"Visit your mother? Together?" I asked puzzled.

He blushed realising the situation. "As friends, I mean." he said and quickly realised what he'd said and added "For my mother I mean."

"I don't drive."

"Is this a no?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"No, I'd like to come, you'll just have to do all the driving."

"I'd pick you up Thursday, around two maybe. It's a six-seven hour ride, I'd split it for two days. Have a long drive back saturday."

"Yeah, however works for you. Should I cook us something for the way?"

"That would be nice." He said smiling. I finished my breakfast as he watched me eat and drank tea. I excused myself soon after, saying I had to feed Jemma. He kissed me goodbye on the door and I already missed him as I made my way out.

"David?" A voice called from above me as I was in the stairwell.

Fuck. John. Okay, fucking stop it, there's no reason to avoid him. He deserves to be talked to. And he kind of was Lukes friend. "John." I greeted him with a small blush - not many reasons I could be there early in the morning are there?

"I take it that things are going well." he said grinning at me.

I couldn't help but smile back "Baby steps, baby steps." I said walking down with him.

"Good, he needs baby steps. You tell him about us?"

"Yeah."

"Look at you, all grown up." he teased me, tasseling my hair.

"Fuck off." I groaned with a chuckle and punched him softly.

"You wanna walk or can I drive you home?" he offered with a laugh.

"I could use a lift." I admitted and just like that we were back to our old selves, just minus the sex.

Reaching the buildings underground garage, I had to note that most people living in the building must have been quite well off, one car fancier than the other, Porches, sports cars and other head turners with one stunning looking older Dodge Challenger - I only know this as it was written on the nose - and that car was the definition of a head turner. It was a fuckin car show car.

The Challenger was parked on a slot with a number 48 on it, same as a sporty looking large sedan of a marque I'd never seen before - a lion as a logo, but not Peugeot - and the not so fierce looking Ford Mustang as one would usually imagine that John drove on a daily basis alongside with Kathrines upper middle class looking Lexus convertible.

Four fucking cars, one more pricey than the other. Nah, that was just crazy thinking, it was John and Kath after all, sure they had money, but not THAT money, for all I know, the super fancy car could have belonged to anyone who was short of a parking slot or maybe the slot numbers hadn't just been updated.

--

Tuesday night Luke called me, surprisingly late for him, well past eleven. He asked me if I'd been sleeping, I laughed at him saying that I was spectacularly early in bed, but just reading with Jemma.

"I couldn't sleep, thought talking to you might help." he admitted, making my heart melt in my chest.

"How is it there?"

"God, I want to run out of here and leave everything unfinished forever, but they'd hunt me down I guess. What were you reading?"

"Back to the Future"

He laughed hard and joyfully, asking "Seriously?!" and laughed on.

I couldn't help but join in with his laughter. I loved his laugh. Or hearing him laugh really. "What? It's a good read." I defended myself with a little laugh.

"I'm sure it is." he snickered back at me. "How does it go?"

"Are you asking me to read to you?" I snickered to him.

"What? I wanna know how it goes."

"Okay." I shrugged and read him a paragraph where I left off.

"Please, carry on." he encouraged with a sweet voice as I'd stopped reading ro him. I blushed and agreed to read to him more. It strangely didn't feel weird reading to him. I read him a page or two before hearing his breathing slow and deepen.

"Luke?" I asked quietly. There was no answer. He must have fallen asleep. I smiled ending the call, I just read him to sleep on a night he was sleepless. God, I hoped that this was for him.

--

He picked me up on Thursday as promised. He drove a huge pickup truck, making me raise my eyebrows quite a bit. He said it was a rental, making me raise my eyebrows even more.

He looked gorgeous - navy bermuda shorts, gray boat shoes, an off-white slim tee shirt that was a size large for him. His hair was starting to look outgrown, but that just added to his charm.

I tossed my bag on the backseat as he explained that the roads where his mother lived hadn't been fixed for years and were questionable through most of the year and it really was required to have a car like that.

He pulled me in for a sweet kiss as I settled next to him and thanked me for Tuesday night as he drove us out of the city. He was happy that he was finally out. No Captain Serene anymore. Apparently the entire exiting progress had been a complete pain. We talked for a while, until falling into comfortable silence, listening to easy music.

Five hours into our drive, we reached a small town and found a hotel to stay in. He surprised me by asking a double room when the reception girl had offered a twin, making her blush deep red.

"You really surprised me with that." I said following him to our room.

"What do you mean?" he asked confused.

"I wouldn't have thought that you'd ask a double or I don't know." I explained with a blushing smile and a shrug.

"I might be new to this, but I'm not ashamed of us or you." he said with such confidence that I almost stopped in my track. Did he just say that? And did he say it like that? I had fucking underestimated him by a crazy long shot. Baby steps with huge leaps of faith I'd say. He was just so uncertain and humble while he was so certain and confident.

We ate burritos that I'd made for dinner as I savoured his approving groaning and moaning of delight - I mean, I'm not THAT good of a cook, but I will take a compliment when it's served like that. After we finished our indulging, he offered for us to go for a walk.

We browsed the streets of the town, not really looking for anything, just enjoying our time together. He gave me sweet touches throughout our walk, taking my hand in his, a few side hugs here and there, a tiny kiss on the lips once or twice. Fuck, the allegedly straight super hot army man was kissing me on the lips in public - tiny pecks, but kisses nonetheless. I was in heaven.

We walked around for an hour or two before heading back and to crawl into bed. He joined me at the sink as I was brushing my teeth, the reflection of us side by side looked surreal. I think I never had the chance to compare us like that.

He looked so much more seasoned than I, and it really looked like he'd seriously be at least halfway larger than me. I mean I weighed sixty five kilos at the best, like literally the best, and he had to be close to a hundred at least, being just five centimetres taller than me tops.

He pulled me to his lips as we laid down in bed, feeling each others bodies, our dicks brought to life by the tingling excitement flowing through us.

I broke away from the kiss and looked in his lusty eyes. Would he be ready? Nah, not going to push it - just hands. I know it might sound disappointing (or so my dick said), but to have a chance with a man like him... not risking it.

"God, you're beautiful..." he complimented entwining his fingers in my hair, "Can I call you beautiful?" he asked with a questioning smile.

"As long as you don't call me pretty, we're all good." I snickered to him, "And you are just drop dead gorgeous mister."

"If I wouldn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to schmooze me into bed."

"Such accusations." I teased, giving his arousal a gentle squeeze. He chuckled a little and joined my lead.

We both swiftly removed our underwear, I wanted to pull his shirt off, but he grabbed my wrist as I started to raise the hem and looked at me, his face instantly turning from playfully lusty to sorrowed, not the look I wanted to see on his face in bed - or ever. I decided whatever he was reluctant about... let it be for now.

I nodded in understanding and kissed him sweet and slow, trying to get him back to where we were a few seconds ago.

We grabbed hold of each other as his passion returned and I had to note that he was much more confident this time and I had to admit that he was doing an excellent job on me. Soon we were both softly panting and whimpering light swearings next to each other.

My horniness jumped through the roof the moment he asked for my lips again and I had to fight my impulse to push him back, climb over him and ride him more than I'd want to admit.

I really should have played with myself before this trip.

I broke away from the kiss to give my free hand fingers a good lick and adjusted my position enough to comfortably finger myself.

"Kiss me again." I asked of him as he froze for a moment as he looked over my actions and did as I asked. In mere seconds I was moaning on his lips and begging for more.

He half topped me, kissing me fiercely, holding my head in a tentative hold. We both sped up on each other and the next moment I already shuttered from my orgasm.

I really-really should have relieved myself before.

I looked over the mess I created on the duvet and his unsatisfied throbbing dick in my hand. Yes, focus, finish him off, I thought to myself. I pushed him on his back and trailed down his body.

"David, what are you...?" he questioned me startled.

I just smiled up to him and wrapped my lips around his wide head with a gasped 'oh my' escaping his throat. Giving his dick a few good bobs and licks before sliding it down my throat. Damn, he was wide and so wonderfully perfect lengthened.

"Oh god David..." he groaned low and deep.

I had to fight hard not to chuckle and trigger my gag reflex with that and pulled up to twirl my tongue around his mushroom.

His light swearings grew rapidly and his breaths into short gasps as I bobbed my mouth up and down on him guiding him all in from time to time. He leaked of precum intensely and that just triggered me more and more - he tasted so good.

"David!" he suddenly gasped grabbing my head, but no, I wanted him to come in me and shoved him deeper in my throat as the first jolts of semen erupted from him with deep low groans.

His grip relaxed on me with his orgasm and I swallowed all of his essence eagerly, savouring the bittersweet flavour of him.

I liked him nice and clean as his penis stopped pulsating in my mouth and looked up to him with a satisfied smile. He returned the look positively wide-eyed and softly pulled me by the chin inviting me up to kiss him.

He kissed me much longer and deeper than I expected before letting me pull away and snuggle up to his side. His panted breaths slowly returned normal and he shook his head before looking at me with a bewildered smile "That was... amazing."

I grinned up at him, possibly more smugly than I should have, and murmured "Next time push me down instead of pulling me off."