Unexpected Liaisons - 9. Pillow Talk

Zupan lay back against his million pillows with Zander pillowed in the crook made by his arm, one of the young man’s pale hands lying curled over the wing of the phoenix which came up around his side. The boy slept like a child, innocent and peaceful. Zupan couldn’t help but stare at him. Sweat had ruined the carefully styled hair, and his thick fringe was half swept back, half falling his face. His lashes were ridiculously long against his flush pale skin, the shadows between his parted lips tempting and delicious. Zupan exhaled softly, remembering what the last thing between those two pink lips had been.

He’d been embarrassed about using his old skateboard to shuffle over to the bed, but Zander hadn’t offered to help, just lain there looking fucking gorgeous, and Zupan had been grateful for that. On the bed, Zander had knelt up over him again as he sat propped against the pillows with a sexy little smile, fingers quick and nimble on the fly of Zupan’s new jeans. He ran the pad of one fingers along the conspicuous bulge in Zupan’s underwear.

“May I?” he hooked his fingers into Zupan’s boxers, and Zupan lifted the weight of his torso and hips with his arms. Zupan’s erection slapped back against his abs. He’d been so hard so long that the action made him gasp, and left a shiny bead of pre-cum just above his navel. Then Zander had grinned wickedly and everything had gone a bit hazy.

Whatever Zupan ha thought he’d know about receiving a blow job had been blown so far out of the window that he couldn’t even see it. Zander used his fingers, his lips, his tongue, and drove Zupan completely out of his mind. He pressed his tongue flat against the underside of Zupan’s cock and cradled the length with his fingers, rubbed the space just under the glans with his middle finger before swallowing him whole. Zupan had clutched at the headboard with an iron grip and groaned between his teeth. Zander had kept him pinned his place with his wicked blue eyes, his pink lips sealed tight as he went up and down the length of Zupan’s dick. Then he’d pressed two fingers in the previously ignored space behind his balls and Zupan’s world exploded in sensation and heat.

Afterwards he had laid panting and heaving on the bed while Zander licked his lips and walked his fingertips all over his torso before he moved up the bed to lie beside him. The same position as before, hugging a giant pillow to his chest and lying on his front. He smiled in a deeply satisfied manner. Eventually Zupan found the means by which to speak again, but his first words were silenced by the kisses that Zander bestowed on him. Zu had brought the boy up against him with one strong arm that was twice as thick as Zander’s own skinny bicep and practically pulled him onto his chest as they kissed.

Sated, sleepy, the kisses had subsided into little soft touches until they’d both dozed off.

Zupan had woken up after a little while, and stared at the boy in his bed. There hadn’t been a boy in his bed before. Ever. There hadn’t been anyone sleeping in his bed for… well for a long time. Zupan had plenty of pretty curvy friends, but it wasn’t like he wanted any of them to stay over. It was just all fun and games and sexual satisfaction. It’s not like you loved any of them… He could practically hear Bay’s voice in his head, sounding smug. Surely I can’t be in love with Zander…already… Zupan sighed at the ceiling. We’ve only been on two dates. This is mad.

“That looks thoughtful,” Zander sounded more awake than Zupan thought he had a right to be, “You’re not… regretting anything are you Zu?”

Zupan rested a hand in Zander’s silky smooth hair. He wanted to run his fingers through the locks, grip and turn the boy’s face up to meet his own, but all he could manage was an ineffectual tug. Zander took his broken hand in his own nimble fingers and stroked his palm and digits open, as though trying to read the lines in his skin.

“I think you’re amazing,” Zander was smiling to himself as he stroked Zupan’s hand, “You’re so fucking strong. I never had… someone who could defend me before. I bet you could beat up anyone.”

The big rugby player grinned.

“Well only if they don’t run upstairs…” He grinned, then twisted to inhale the scent and texture of Zander’s hair, “I’m like a Dalek that way.”

“And a geek too, aren’t I lucky? Brains and shoulders like an ox, it’s like I won the gay lottery.” Zander’s smirk was deeply adorable and Zupan wished that he could just roll on top of the boy and have his way with him.

“You’re forgetting about the inability to walk, or close either hand in a firm grip, the general lack of fine motor skills and the missing shoulder muscle, but sure.”

Zander looked as though there were a thousand things he could say, but wasn’t sure about any of them. He twisted around to lie on his front, using his forearms on Zupan’s chest to support himself. His butt was beautiful.

“But you make up for all that by giving such good head.”

“Why you little fucker!” and for the next five minutes, Zupan discovered that his new bed mate could be extremely ticklish.

“I bet you get asked this a lot,” Zander said once they had calmed down and once the blond boy had returned to the bed with the promise the ticking was indeed over.

“What happened?”

“No. Issac told me actually. You don’t mind right?”

Zupan shrugged.

“It’s not a secret. What was your question?”

“Do you miss, you know, walking and stuff?” Zander was chewing his pink lower lip with his even white teeth and with his blond hair all ruffles by sex and sleep and tickling games, he was the most sexy think Zupan had ever seen.

“Yes. Well… I dream about it.” Zupan played the rough pads of his fingers up and down Zander’s side, feeling the spaces between his ribs through the muscles, “Sometimes I have dreams where i wake up and get out of bed, brush my teeth, start having a normal day. and then I’ll be jogging or dancing or something and realise that I’ve not been in the chair. I usually wake up around then, it’s not great fun.” He didn’t mention the fantasies, the lust drunkenness that made him want to be the big strong guy who could bend Zander over the bed and screw him until he screamed in pleasure. It wouldn’t be worth it. “But I get to play murderball now, and I’ve travelled the world. I’m an Olympian. Really I’ve done more in the chair that I ever did before.” Zander was looking at him strangely, “We were too carefree. We drank and went to parties and screwed around. In a way, becoming a paraplegic gave my life direction.

“It was my fault, and I was hurt worse. If I could change one thing it would be that Issac hadn’t lost his leg. But if he’d worn his seatbelt, the tree would’ve speared him and he’d have bled to death.” Zupan hugged the skinny blond boy tightly, “Never drive off road with me OK?”

“Er… with mud and things? No worries there babes.” Zander was smiling and looking devilish again, “You tired yet?”

“No.” Zupan grinned back.

“Oh goody…”