Pierre & Ozzy

I open my eyes.

Alone.

A cold, familiar pain grips my chest.

It really sucks, ever since he's come back, it's started happening again.

The pain when I wake up, like my heart is being clenched in a man's hand.

It's like... longing?

That doesn't seem to be the right word.

It's so much more intense than that.

Thirsting?

Well, there's plenty of that.

Suffocating?

That's pretty close.

The pain in my chest is like a lump of ice pressing against my heart.

I can feel a panic rising in me.

Air.

I need air.

...

I need him.

***

I tiptoe past Heather's room.

The door's slightly ajar, I hope she's at work.

Still, better safe than sorry.

Ozzy's back in his old room at the end of the hall.

I creep silently down the narrow hallway, quietly slip into his room, and shut the door behind me.

He's sleeping, peaceful.

I know it's not normal, not healthy; it felt like he died, when he left.

It felt like a miracle when he came back.

I crawl into bed beside him.

He startles, eyes opening, bleary and delirious.

"It's just me," I whisper.

Recognition clicks.

He relaxes and his arms escape the blanket and grab me, pulling me on top of him.

"Peep," he breathes into my ear. "Hey."

His breath is hot against my cheek.

I try to wiggle off him but he won't let me. I hope I'm not crushing him.

"Go back to sleep," I whisper. "I just wanted to be with you."

"No way. None of my dreams are this good," he whispers back.

He kisses my neck.

"Good morning," he says.

I kiss his forehead.

"Good morning."

He throws the blanket over me and rolls on his side. I slide onto the mattress beside him. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, enveloping me, burying his head into the crook of my neck.

He hikes his thigh up, resting it on my hip.

I wrap my ankle around his ankle and rest my hand on his bicep.

We lay tangled up in each other, warm and still.

I snuggle in, feeling slow and heavy again.

I think I'll fall asleep if we...

But then I feel his cock jab my thigh.

"Oz?"

He sighs.

"Sorry. It's just morning wood. It'll go down in a minute."

I rub little circles on his bicep as I think.

"I mean... seems like a waste?"

His eyes open slowly.

He looks wide awake.

"Oh! Are... are you sure?"

"I don't want you to feel like you have to, since you just woke up-"

He sits up, and pulls me onto his lap, tangling the blanket up between us.

I spread my legs around his waist, and feel his cock pressing against my shorts through the blanket.

His eyes are still kind of puffy from sleep but he grins at me.

"I want to."

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.

He 'hmm's' softly and his hands move to my lower back, rubbing me up and down.

"Peep, you're so hot. You know that?"

I smile and kiss him.

I almost can't believe he's in front of me again, kissing me again. I love it when it feels real, tactile.

His hand slips down the back of my shorts.

His fingers caress the curve of my ass.

He groans softly and falls back on his pillow.

His fingers play with my ass, stroking, pinching.

"Fuck, Pierre."

He reaches around my thighs, under the blanket, and starts wiggling his shorts off. I lift myself to my knees so he can pull the blanket away.

He whips it off the bed, revealing his muscular, long, naked legs and his throbbing erection. I sit gingerly back down on his stomach, rubbing his dick against my shorts.

I pull my shirt off and toss it.

He grins.

He's laying down; his hands slide up and down my thighs as I look down at him.

My cock starts swelling, pitching a tent in my shorts.

"Pierre, Pierre, Pierre," he murmurs in mock disapproval, running his grip up and down my thighs. "You don't even make me work for it."

"Because it's not for you," I say softly, cracking a half-smile.

He laughs that dark laugh, like everything is funny, like nothing is. His voice is still groggy.

He reaches his hand up the leg of my shorts, groping.

His fingertips brush against my head and my breath catches; it jumps in his hand.

His fingers slip around my cock, gripping it loosely.

He hikes my shorts up a little and pulls it out through the leg.

He starts stroking it slowly.

"You're dick is so big," he says absently.

Little thrills of pleasure race up my stomach as he jerks me off. I can feel my balls do that strange, clenching motion as they draw close, preparing.

"You like that?" he asks.

I nod.

He focuses on stroking my throbbing cock. My head tilts back and I feel a little, genuine smile tugging on my lips. I have a rare glimpse of myself as truly sexy...

It's a quiet pleasure, like sunbathing: subtle but satisfying.

His hands are rough, gritty. His knuckles keep brushing against my inner thigh.

I tilt my head back and half-smile, blissing a little.

He sits up suddenly and kisses me.

His arm wraps around my back and he crawls out from underneath me.

Gently, he lays me on my back.

My head falls flat on the mattress.

He grabs a pillow and tosses it to me.

"Here."

I wiggle it under my head. He lifts my legs and snatches my shorts off, tossing them to the floor. My dick springs out, flicking a drop of precum onto his sheets that he doesn't see.

He leans down again and kisses my stomach, brushing the head of my cock with his chin.

Then he plunges, my entire dick disappearing into his warm, wet mouth.

I tense up and gasp at the sudden warmth, the intense pleasure of being enveloped there.

The slickness in his mouth drips over my cock, a few warm drops escape onto my cold thighs and I tingle all over.

He bobs his head, lips sliding up and down my shaft, tongue curling around my head. His curls fall over my stomach, tickling me as he blows me.

I delicately place my hand on the back of his head, playing with the hair.

He puts his arms under my thighs and lifts them.

"That's good," I murmur. "I like that."

Talking makes me nervous, but I know he likes to hear it.

He starts sucking more vigorously.

I close my eyes and lean my head back, blissing out.

He throws my knees onto his shoulders. I lock my ankles behind his head, feet resting on his back. I release his hair and rest my hands on the mattress above my head.

The chilly morning air in his room perks my nipples up.

His hands begin caressing the backs of my thighs, slowly, fingertips tracing the muscles in the back of my legs.

Then lower, his fingertips brush across my ass, then he's gripping my balls softly, toying with them, running his fingers over the soft, blonde pubic hair, delicately tugging the seam with his thumb.

My cock jumps in his mouth.

Fuck.

He pulls my cock out of his mouth long enough to wet his fingers.

He swallows it again, moving his head up and down.

His fingers press against my asshole, probing, gently pushing.

I wiggle my hips, trying to entice him into me faster.

He slips his finger in.

I writhe, trying to push deeper, trying to get him deeper in me. He works my cock in his mouth and slowly begins fucking me with his finger.

He wiggles it around inside me, pressing.

He pulls it out, and then there's more pressure as he slips two fingers in.

I'm breathing heavily, rolling my hips as I fuck his mouth, as he fucks me with his fingers.

He moves his fingers in and out, slowly, then twists them and begins prodding for my g-spot.

I exhale slowly.

"Oh shit," I say softly.

My cock jumps against his tongue.

He lets my dick slip out of his mouth, a strand of clear precum clinging to his cheek.

"Dealer's choice," he says softly. He wipes his cheek.

He wraps his hand around my dick and strokes it slowly as he talks.

"I'll finish you with my mouth or my dick. Or my fingers, if that's what you want"

His hand is still inside me, pushing, pleasing.

I don't know... I can't-

As if proving his sincerity, he wraps his lips around my dick again, fingers gingerly gripping the base of my erection. He's pushing fingers in and out of my clenched hole.

"I..."

I don't know.

"Mouth," I say weakly.

He withdraws his fingers.

"No! Mouth and fingers," I whine.

I close my eyes as he slips back into me.

My dick slips again and a little slurping noise comes out of his mouth.

My knees tremble.

Fuck.

I start moving my hips slowly, fucking his mouth.

He suddenly deepthroats me and a little dribble of hot saliva drops out of his mouth onto my cold stomach.

My stomach clenches at the warmth and the orgasm builds.

I risk thrusting a little more urgently into his mouth.

He pinches my nipple and massages it between his thumb and forefinger.

His fingers slip out of my hole.

He starts jerking himself off and my dick throbs in his mouth.

"I'm gonna cum," I whisper urgently, so he can pull away.

He begins pumping his head quickly, stroking his own dick more urgently.

The image of his curls bouncing, watching him jack off...

"I'm gonna cum," I warn, gasping.

He closes his lips firmly around my head, working it up and down.

We lock gazes.

My eyes screw shut and my hands fly to my mouth as I cum.

I shoot my load into his mouth and inhale sharply at the immense pleasure. I can feel my asshole clenching, still sensitive and throbbing from his touch.

It rushes into his mouth and he drains me greedily. He becomes very still as he focuses on swallowing.

The orgasm rushes over my skin, warming me with intense pleasure.

My cock finally stops pumping semen into his throat, and he sucks my softening dick clean.

He pulls away and wipes his lips, wet with cum, then crawls up between my legs to kiss me.

He lays on top of me, dick to dick, stomach to stomach, chest to chest.

He's so warm.

I wrap my arms around his chest as he holds himself over me, kissing me.

I can taste my semen in his mouth, sharp and cool.

He rests on top me: heavy, dense, barely keeping his weight off me.

He pulls his mouth away and kisses my cheek, then my ear, then my neck.

He whispers into my ear, "May I fuck you?"

I shake my head.

"No," I say. "But I want you to cum on me."

He gets up on all fours and grabs his dick and starts jerking off.

"No," I say again.

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull his dick forward, laying it on my stomach.

I squeeze my legs around his waist.

His eyes light up and he starts humping quickly, sliding his slick, precum covered dick in between our stomachs.

He kisses me passionately, tongue pressing against my lips, then splitting them apart.

We're quiet as he rubs our bodies together.

I could shoot another load just from the friction.

He makes a little noise, a grunt.

His eyes screw shut.

"Cum on me," I whisper. I rub his back with my hands.

"Fuck," he gasps, and he shoots his load all over my stomach.

It pumps out wildly, shooting all the way up to my chest in warm, thick strands.

He pants deeply, humping through the orgasm, watching his cum spill all over my stomach.

"Fuck," he says again.

His thigh trembles against my ass as he finishes.

Then everything is quiet.

I didn't realize how much noise we were making.

He meets my eye.

He cocks a half-smile.

Then he kisses me again.

I kiss him back.