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Days of our Love	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Days of our Love
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Chapter 5: Like a Virgin Touched for the Very First Time
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Two weeks later, we were finally able to arrange for the dinner at our house. It was to be the dinner where we would finally come out to our parents. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I was more nervous than you could ever imagine. I usually wasn’t one to be nervous, but when it came to this, I was extremely nervous. I knew both my mom and dad were going to be extremely shocked, for I had had girlfriends, and I didn’t look or act gay at all. I had never led on to them that I might be gay. As far as they were concerned, Chris and I were just best friends who happened to be extremely close like brothers. I knew this was going to be a lot for them to take in. I just hoped that they would be able to accept it and not disown me as their son. I highly doubted they’d disown me, but you never know.

Anyway, Chris and I had a few days to prepare the house. We were both busy with our albums. I had mainly recorded in LA while he recorded some of his album in Nashville. We had met back at our house two days before our parents were to arrive. I had been going to our house in between recording to either add new things that I had bought for it, i.e.: pictures for the walls or cool looking lamps, or simply just to make sure that everything was clean and looked decent. I wanted everything to look perfect by the time our parents arrived.
When Chris got back from Nashville, I was relieved that I had another pair of hands to help. I felt like such a housewife, but for that moment, I really didn’t care. All that mattered to me was impressing our parents.
He dropped his bags down as he entered the house, and I instantly rushed over to him. “Don’t just set them there! Put them away. I just spend an hour cleaning this place.”
He smirked. “Hello to you too. I see you missed me as much as I missed you.”
I felt bad. I truly had missed him. “I’m sorry. I’m just a little stressed out about our parents coming over. This is it, you now. There’s no turning back from here. We have to tell them.”
He pulled me close and kissed me deeply.
I kissed him greedily back. His kisses always made me forget my worries even if it was only for the length of the kiss.
When we broke apart, sure enough, my worries came back.
Chris seemed to sense this, for he began to soothingly rub my back. “Hey, don’t worry, all right? We’re going to get through this together no matter what our parents’ reactions might be.”
I nodded. “I know.” I kissed him, which he returned without hesitation.
When we broke the kiss, I nodded towards his bags. “Now please put those away.” I knew I was whining, but frankly this was stressing me out.
“Yes, my beautiful wife,” he teased, rolling his eyes all the while.
“Don’t call me that. You’re my wife,” I said, smiling slightly despite my stress.
“Dream on,” he said as he carried his bags down to the basement. I followed him. The way he had said ‘dream on’ was seriously turning me on, what with his southern accent and all. If I hadn’t been so stressed about getting everything ready for our parents, I would have ravished him whole within two point three seconds. However, there would be plenty of time for that after our parents had come and gone. I hoped it won’t have been on bad terms.
B∞C

I threw my dirty clothes in the wash, and then re-zipped my suitcases and stored them away under the basements stairs. I then turned to Blake and grinned. “Are you happy now?”
He grinned too, and pulled me close. “I’m very happy now.”
I kissed him deeply, and pulled him close, gently massaging him over his butt.
He moaned. “Not now, Riche. We have to get ready.”
“Baby, they aren’t going to be here for another two days.”
“I know, but there are still a few things I wanted to get done like cleaning the bathroom, and buying a few more things for the house.”
I smiled, and ran a hand through his hair. “We’ll have plenty of time to do that later. I promise you.” I kissed the top of his head. “Let’s go to bed now and take a little nap. I’m tired from the flight over. I can never sleep on planes—first class or not.”
“All right,” he agreed. “I guess I’m a little tired too from running around all day trying to make things perfect.”
“I think you’ve done a pretty good job,” I said with a smile. I took his hand and nodded up towards the stairs. “Come on, let’s go.”
He nodded, and took my hand before following me up to the bedroom.
I loved our new bed. It was a king-sized bed, and we had gotten green satin sheets and brown cotton blankets. We also had a white down comforter that was extremely comfortable. Our mattress was made of memory foam, and both our pillows were extremely soft and fluffy. It was just Heaven to lie in bed. Having Blake next to me just topped it all off. It was all good.
As we lay in each other's arms, Blake resting his head on my chest, we both stared up at the ceiling and thought about the days since moving into our house.
“You know, I’m surprised that this bed is still in one piece after breaking it in so many times,” Blake said with a smile.
I grinned as I thought back to our first time—or should I say times—on our new bed. We had both let lose. I don’t remember either of us ever being so eager—at least not any time recent.
I smiled down at him. “We gave each other quite a workout, you know.”
He grinned up at me. “That kind of work out I don’t mind. We can even do it straight from our own home.”
I laughed, and kissed the top of his head. “Mm... Indeed we can.” I closed my eyes, and held Blake tightly. It felt good just to be able to relax in bed with my boyfriend in my arms. In fact, there was nowhere else I’d rather have been.
B∞C

I closed my eyes and snuggled closer to Chris. Our bed really was comfortable. I swear I could sleep for hours in it, which said a lot. Usually I could never sleep well.
As I rested in Chris’ arms, I smiled to myself as I thought of how we had broken in the bed. Since I had called top, I was able to take charge, just as I liked...

***

I straddled Chris, and began kissing down his chest, having just taken his T-shirt off prior to straddling him.

His hands tangled in my hair, and he let out a moan as my tongue played with his nipples.
I knew just what he liked. First, I ever so gently took one between my teeth, and then as I was doing so, I let my tongue snake out to lap over it back and forth slowly at first, and then gradually faster.
His grip on my hair tightened. “You’re driving me insane. You know that?”
I smiled up at him, my mouth still on his nipple.
“You have the sexiest little smile, you know that? It makes me want to pound into you over and over again,” he informed me.
I took my mouth off him and smiled. “You’ll get your turn later. Right now it’s my turn.” I then performed the same action with my teeth and tongue, only on his other nipple this time.
He gripped my hair hard again, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as once again a moan escaped from his lips.
I slowly ran my hand down his chest, letting my fingers ghost over the skin, touching him just enough to send a slight shiver down his spine. Next, I began kissing down his chest to his navel, gently licking and nipping at the skin on the way there. When I got there, I dipped my tongue into it just for a moment as I undid his belt and button.
“Are you going to use you teeth to get the zipper down?” He practically choked the question out.
I smirked. Between him having to choke the question out and the very apparent bulge in his jeans, I knew exactly how much this was turning him on. I gently gripped him over his jeans. “Would you like that, baby?” I looked deep into his eyes, tying my best to look innocent, but having a feeling that I was failing miserably at it.
His response was to push my head downwards, causing my mouth to bump against his denim-clad erection.
I grinned. “Now, now, my love. You know what they say about patience being a virtue.”
“Yeah, well ‘do it now; don’t delay’ is another saying,” he grumbled.
I smirked even more. “Fair enough.” I shrugged. I took his zipper between my teeth and slowly dragged it down, just as he liked.
His moans became more intense now, and I knew that I had better get him taken care of before he came prematurely. I certainly couldn’t have him coming before I was inside of him. That most definitely would not do at all.
I pulled his jeans down, taking his boxer-briefs with them. I was glad that he was barefooted. It left two, possibly four less things to get rid of.
Once he was naked, I took him into my mouth, sucking the head for just a moment, and loving his taste. He was wet with arousal already, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had him screaming my name as I took him nice and deep.
His grip was like a death grip on my hair, and his head was thrown back, exposing his Adam’s apple.
I removed my mouth from him, and crawled up his body to lick a warm, wet trail over his Adam’s apple.
He moaned again, and I could feel the vibration against my tongue.
“Are you going to put it inside me or what? If you’re going to, you had better do it now, baby. I'm certainly not going to last much longer.”
I was the one to moan this time. I nodded. “You’re going to get it so good...so nice and deep,” I said.
“Well then. Let’s get you naked,” he replied. He reached for the hem of my shirt, and I lifted my arms, allowing him to pull it off and toss it to the floor. He kissed down my neck, and licked over my nipples, gently nipping at them.
I stopped him. I didn’t want to risk losing it before I had chance to enter him. “There will be plenty of time for that when it’s your turn,” I said. I undid my own belt and pants, and he helped me to slide them off. I had also been barefooted, thankfully.
Once we were finally both naked, I reached over to the bed stand and pulled out the lubricant. We had made sure to buy a lot of it when we went shopping for the house. One should never be unprepared—especially when having a smoking hot boyfriend like mine.
I flipped open the cap with my thumb, and then spread a generous amount of the lubricant onto my hand. It was a warming lubricant, so I didn’t have to worry about rubbing it between my hands first. I slicked my fingers, and then quickly prepared Chris. I was thorough but careful. Again, I didn’t want to do anything that would get him off before I was ready.
His moans and the way he dug his fingers into my back as I prepared him, were almost enough to make me lose it prematurely. I couldn’t have that either, of course.
I finished preparing him, and then squeezed some more lubricant into my hand, which I used to sicken my erection. Then, once I had recapped the tube and tossed it aside, I placed his legs around my waist, and slowly slid into him, taking it slow and not stopping until I was all the way inside of him. He felt so incredible. He was so tight and warm around me, and the warming lubricant was only adding to the sensation. I nipped at his collar bone, licking it after I did so. “Mm, you feel so good, baby. How do I feel? Do I feel good?”
He grunted in response, and pressed his fingers into my back, pushing me closer to him. He then brought his lips to my ear, his hot breath ghosting over my neck. “I want you to start thrusting in and out of me so deep and hard that you have me seeing stars. I want to come, and I want to come knowing that your dick did a good job of making me come.”
I nearly lost it at his words. “Are you trying to make me come right now?” I asked, my face now buried against his neck. I nipped and licked the skin there, leaving my mark.
He shrugged. “You can come all you want, baby, as long as you doing while thrusting inside of me.”
I moaned again, and instantly began thrusting in and out of him. There was no way I could hold back any longer. I knew that he was just as close as I was to losing it, so I figured that I might as well hurry up and make him do so before he did without my help. I pulled out all the way, causing him to whimper. However, his protest was quickly lost as I took my cock between my hands, and guided it back in at just the right angle.
As I slid back in, I hit his prostate dead on, hard and firm.
He bit his bottom lip, looking so fricking irresistible. “Mm, yes, Baby, like that! Just like that...Ugh...”
I did it again and again, just as he wanted. By now his hips were arching off the bed towards me, and he was whimpering and panting. I just wanted to slam into him over and over again. He was so hot and tight around me.
“You’re going to make me come, Blake. I mean it. I’m gonna... Blake... I’m gonna...”
That did it in for me. With one more hard thrust, I came with a loud grunt. “Christopher...” I gasped as I felt myself pouring into him.
There was not chance in heck that he could hold back after that, and I knew it. I smiled to myself as he gripped my hair, screamed my name, and came, his whole body jerking towards mine.
I placed my lips over his and kissed him as I continued thrusting into him, riding out our orgasms.
Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I collapsed on top of him, and just listened to his rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing. I could feel my heart beating just as fast as his, and my breath was certainly as rugged as his was.
I gently pulled out of him, and then took him into my arms. We kissed deeply.
“That. Was. Incredible,” he said.
I smiled, and nuzzled my head between his shoulder and his neck. “It’s always incredible with you.”
He looked at me, and I could see the love in his eyes, as he gently lifted my chin up with his index finger. He kissed my lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I kissed him back.
“I know it’s my turn now, but you wore me out. Do you mind if we take a nap first?” he asked.
I grinned. “I think we could both use one.”
He grinned too, and then we both settled in for a nap in each other's arms.

***

I smiled at the memory. It had been sort of like right now, us settling in for sleep in each other's arms. It felt right. In fact, it felt more than right. If felt perfect. Surely our parents would accept us, for how could me being with Chris ever be wrong?

B∞C

I was tired, but I couldn’t sleep, if that made any sense. I guess it was because I was just as nervous as Blake was about telling our parents. Of course I was trying my best not to let my nervousness show around Blake. I didn’t want to make him feel any worse than he already did. Despite the fact that I am three years younger than he is, I still felt responsible for taking care of him. He was more of a diva out of the two of us, and he had mood swings worse than a woman sometimes. It was all those things that I loved about him. I loved it even more knowing that I was the one person that could get him out of those mood swings. Well, at least I was the one who could get him out of his mood swings the fastest. Anyway, the point is, I felt it was my job to take care of him, and I knew that making him worry even more would do neither of us any good.
I tried not to think about telling our parents. We had two days until that would happen anyway. So, in order to take my mind off of telling my parents, I decided to place my thoughts on something much ore enjoyable. I thought back to when Blake and I had christened out second room.

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We woke from our nap, and just seeing Blake lying there his hair all messed up from his slumber, it got me in the mood again.

He grinned at me. “Uh oh. I know that look. You want me, don’t you?” He grinned.
“Actually I was thinking of Lauren Conrad,” I joked. It literally was a joke, for just because I was friends with her, everyone and their cousin thought that that meant she and I were dating.
He swatted me. “That better have been a joke.”
“If it wasn’t?” I asked with a grin.
“Well then I’m gonna have to punish you.” His voice had dropped to the low and seductive tone that I loved.
“Well, in that case, can I lie and say I really was?”
He grinned. “If you were thinking of me, then you’ll get an even better reward. It is your turn to top, you know.”
I licked my lips. “In that case, I’m gonna tell the truth. I was totally thinking how sexy you look right now with your hair all messed up, lying beside me, complete naked. You always look best this way.” I nipped, licked, and kissed up his neck to behind his ear, knowing full well that it was a surefire way to get him aroused again.
He moaned, and I began to stroke him, finding that it was indeed working.
“Mm, I say we go for round two right now,” he said.
I smirked. “Actually, I was thinking that we could move onto the next room. You know, we did agree to christen every room after all.”
He grinned. “And what room did you have in mind?” He took my hand in his own and kissed it.
I thought about it for a moment. I was torn between taking him on the kitchen table, and finishing off our room by taking him in our bedroom's bathroom. The thought of a nice warm bath with him won out. “I want us to take a nice warm bubble bath together,” I informed him.
He smiled. “Now that sounds like fun. Actually, it just so happens that I got us some Japanese cherry blossom bubble bath.”
I scrunched my eyebrows together. “Where from?” It didn’t sound like Blake to pick out bubble bath.
He blushed. “Bath and Body Works.”
I laughed. “Blake Lewis actually stepped into Bath and Body Works? Hell has finally frozen over!” I wouldn’t have believed it, had I not heard it with my own ears. Blake going to such a girly store was just too funny.
He blushed even more. “I saw some in the display window, and they had a sample out. It smelled good. So sue me.”
I kissed his forehead. “I’m sure it will be wonderful. Why don’t you go run us our bath then? I’m just going to call my parents, and make sure that everything is still set with their flight.”
He nodded, and kissed my lips. “All right.”
As he walked towards our bathroom, I couldn’t help but tease him one last time about it. “That’s one mark for you being the more gay one!”
“So now you’re keeping track? Since when?” he asked, now in the bathroom.
“Since you decided to go and buy some girly bubble bath.”
“Shut up.”
I smirked.

I called my mother, and everything was all set up. As I hung up the phone, I sighed. It was officially happening. In two days, I would know if I still had parents or not. Okay, so maybe I was being melodramatic. I couldn’t help it.
I walked into the bathroom, and instantly forgot my worries as I saw Blake smiling at me, and sitting naked in the tub. I grinned, and got in with him. I sat down next to him, and took him into my arms.
We immediately started kissing, our hands roaming over and lips kissing the other anywhere we could reach.
I groaned mid-kiss.
“What’s wrong?” Blake asked.
“I forgot to bring in the lube.”
“Well you’re not leaving this tub, so we’re going to have to make do with the bubble bath.” Blake grinned, and held the bottle up to me.
I took it from him. “I suppose it’s better than getting out of the tub.” I flipped the cap open and spread some onto my fingers. “How are we going to do this?”
“If you don’t know by now, you have a serious problem.”
“Shut up! I mean, how are we going to do this with that beautiful butt of yours below the water,” I asked, nipping down the side of his neck again.
“All you had to do was ask, man.” Blake stood up, and rested himself against the wall, his back facing towards me.
I smiled. “That works.” I let one of my slickened fingers slowly massage its way into him. He bit his bottom lip. “Mm, hurry up, baby. I want to feel a lot more of you inside of me than just that.”
I kissed the back of his neck, and smiled against it. “How about this?” I let another finger slide inside of him. I moved both fingers slowly in and out of him, scissoring them at one point.”
“Mm, it’s a start, but I still need more.”
“I think I can manage that,” I said, my mouth still against his neck as I let a third finger inside of him.
“Mm, getting there,” he said, his voice deep with desire.
Once my fingers were moving easily in and out of him, I coated my erection, and then recapped the bubble bath so that Blake wouldn’t have a cow that his new bubble bath getting water in it. I set it down on the bathtub ledge, and then sat back down in the water. “Sit down on my lap.”
He arched his eyebrows upwards, and grinned at me. “You want me to ride you?”
I licked my lips, feeling my eyes narrow. “That’s the plan.”
“I think it’s a very good plan,” he said, straddling my lap and wrapping his arms around my neck. He slowly lowered himself down onto my erection.
“Careful, baby. I don’t want to hurt you,” I said. I placed my hands over his butt to try to help open him as he took me in. I moaned, he was always so tight no matter how many times I took him.
He moaned too as he sat down on me, my erection fully inside of him now.
“You feel so good, baby.” I nipped at his neck, and kissed below his ear, all the while using both of my thumbs to rub over his nipples.
“I feel good? Baby, you’re the one that feels incredible.” He began thrusting himself up and down on me, and I moaned again, my moan echoing off the walls.
“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that, right?” I asked. I kissed his neck again, for it was my favorite place to kiss. I loved the way it always caused him to let out just the faintest of gasps. I loved it even more how he would whimper the closer I got to his ear.
He began to rapidly throw himself down on me, pulling almost all the way down and then slamming down hard onto me.
“Ugh! Baby, let me do some of the work,” I scolded. I thrust up into him, meeting his thrust s and making sure to hit his prostate dead on, as he had done to me earlier.
I began to stroke his balls, and kiss that spot below his ear again.
“Mm, you’re going to get it so good for that,” he said with a moan. He then began to tightly flex his muscles around my cock, and I nearly came right then and there. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Blake grinned slyly. “No—just trying to make you come.”
I moaned again, and began thrusting into hard and firm, continuing to match his thrusts.
“Mm, that’s it, baby. You know you’re the only one I ever let put his dick inside of me, don’t you? You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted to be in me twenty-four seven. You feel so fricking good if I could have myself surgically attached to you, I would.”
I swore, hating how he was always able to make me swear. “I'm gonna...”
“Come on. Come so deep inside me. Please?” His lips were pressed to my ear now. “I want to feel you explode in me.”
“I’m going to. You're so fricking tight and sexy. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I wanted to take you right there in front of everyone,” I confessed.
“Then why didn’t you?” he asked, his eyes so dark they looked almost completely black.
That did it in for me. I gripped his hair tightly, and screamed out his name, my voice echoing off the bathroom tiles as I lost it deep inside of him, so hard that I was sure I was going to pass out at any moment.
Blake swore, and cried out my name as well, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he came hard between our two bodies. I sucked at his Adam’s apple, licking it when I was done.
After a moment, when our breathing had gotten back to normal and we were able to speak again, I gently lifted him off of me and placed him so that he was lying sideways in my lap.
We kissed passionately for a few moments.
I broke the kiss first. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He tried to kiss me again, but I placed a finger to his lips, stopping him.
“Do know that just because we used your bubble bath for lubricant doesn’t mean that you get that mark off. You still have one mark for being the more gay one,” I informed him.
He sighed. “That’s all right. The sex was totally worth it.”
I laughed, and then pulled him in to finish that kiss he had started.

***

The memory brought a smile to my face, and I could hardly wait to christen another room. The kitchen table was still sounding good to me. However, I was still tired from jet lag, and Blake was breathing heavily beside me. Seeing as he wasn’t engaged in a sexual activity with me, and seeing as he knew better than to touch himself when he had me right beside him to do that for him, I knew that his heavy breathing could only mean one other thing—Blake was asleep.

I smiled, kissed his forehead, and then pulled him even closer to me as I too fell asleep. I would worry about telling our parents later. All that mattered now, was having my boyfriend in my arms.
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