Gender: Male Age: 18 Location: England
|Introduction: Shawn's out... can Phoenix control his emotions towards Xavier?|
Phoenix put his key through the front door, stepping into the warm house. It was silent, so he guessed he was home alone; pulling off his jacket, leaving him in a thin tank top and skinny jeans. He put his bag on the kitchen counter, immediately opening the fridge. It had been a long day without food and Phoenix was starving for anything. He settled for a large bottle of thick chocolate milkshake, searching the cupboard for a glass.
He jumped when he heard his brother Shawn’s laugh upstairs; obviously he wasn’t home alone after all. A heavy rumble of feet followed down the staircase, two voices in the hallway. He leant back and peered down to see who was with him. The head of luscious brown curls told him immediately and butterflies rattled his stomach at the simple sound of his husky yet monotone voice.
“Well you don’t have to come with me mate. I’ll only be half an hour” Shawn said.
“Shawn?” Phoenix called, and he turned around. Xavier turned his head too at the sound of his voice, his eyes quickly glancing to meet his. He gave him a quick wink, causing his heart to start pounding. He had the strangest effects on him and he’d never known why. He put it down to his extremely good looks because his personality wasn’t exactly up to scratch. He was cocky, a player and an outrageous flirt. Shawn was in awe of his skills with males and how he could probably just click his fingers and have boys on their knees.
Phoenix walked into the living room, holding the milkshake carton and switching on the TV.
“Oh you’re in then. Mum’s just called. Her car’s broken down so I’ve got to use my car and go pick her up from work. It’s alright if Shawn stays here with you while I’m gone isn’t it?” he asked. Phoenix glanced at Xavier who strolled in and plonked himself on the sofa, a simple yet cheeky closed lip smile on his face. He rested one ankle on his other knee in a boyish way, making himself at home in her house.
“Urm…sure” he mumbled, sitting on the opposite sofa and pulling out his phone. He scrolled through his Twitter feed aimlessly, hoping to look distracted and not like he wasn’t bothered Xavier was here. Hearing the slam of the front door as Shawn left, he glanced out the window to see his car pulling out the driveway.
“So it’s just you and me” Xavier spoke, and Phoenix looked up to see him smiling at him. Shawn could read through that smile easily. He instinctively flipped his hair forward and swept it to the side, clearing his throat. He gave him an unconvincing and fake smile, as if he didn’t care and went back to his phone. After a minute of eerie silence, he stood up and wandered the room, being nosy; fiddling with ornaments and looking at photo frames.
He chuckled at one in particular, making him look up at him with a frown. He looked at her and smirked, he was laughing at a photo of Phoenix on the beach when he was four years old; Just out of the sea and virtually naked behind a large sandcastle.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing babe, I’m just looking”
“Don’t call me ‘babe’ and If you don’t mind me, I’ve got things to do” he said, swinging his legs from the sofa and passing him to leave the room. She felt Xavier’s grip gently on his wrist, preventing him from leaving.
“Don’t be a spoilsport Phoenix. You’re supposed to be keeping me company aren’t you?” he said, his mouth ends twitching upwards into a smirk as his eyes briefly dropped down his body. He glared at him and raised his eyebrow.
“I’m not supposed to be doing anything”
“Then I’m sure you’ve got no reason not to spend a bit of time with me” he grinned.
“Fine, you can help me tidy up if you want?” he offered, narrowing down his options to show him he wasn’t up for his games.
“Tempting...” he said his voice deep “But I’d rather do something else” he said, his hand finding its way to his hip, his thumb and forefinger rubbing small circles on his soft skin. Phoenix swallowed, alarmed and flustered by his suggestions, and ran his fingers through the length of her brown hair.
“Like what?” he croaked, reluctantly gazing into his deep green eyes.
“Like this” he replied, leaning down and brushing his lips against his; testing his reaction. He didn’t move; he couldn’t move. His stomach was clenched with a fluttery feeling at the close proximity between them. Xavier could tell he was flustered by him and curved one side of his mouth up into a smug grin.
“Come on Phoenix, I know you like me” He angled his nose slightly, pressed his full lips together with his properly, and began kissing him slowly. Phoenix was taken aback by his sudden actions and could do nothing but go along with it and kiss him back. He trailed his tongue along his lower lip, begging for entrance. He went into it, enjoying the feeling of their tongues battling together for a few seconds before Xavier moved down and began planting wet kisses on his neck.
In a matter of minutes, Xavier’s shirt was strewn across the room, followed swiftly by Phoenix’s tank top. Xavier stepped back from him for a second, his eyes dark and almost navy with lust. He glanced down at his chest, his tongue trailing to the corner of his mouth. In one fluid movement, he picked him up and threw him hard onto the sofa. Phoenix gasped and Xavier clambered on top of him immediately. His large hands held his wrists above his head as he wet his lips slightly and attached them back to his body. He kissed down his chest, licking his nipples, before moving down his stomach until his face was level with the buttons of his jeans. Unbuttoning them, he looked up at Phoenix with a cheeky grin, slowly pulling the jeans off his legs.
Before the situation could escalate any further, Phoenix used every ounce of restraint he had to speak up.
“Xavier…n-no...not here” he stuttered, worried someone would suddenly come back. Xavier continued kissing him, sucking and biting on his hipbone, his fingertips playing with the hem of his soft underwear.
“But I want you” his breath was hot and moist against his skin as he mumbled into it. He met Phoenix’s eyes and lifted him off the sofa, his legs wrapped around his hips as he carried him upstairs.
He kicked open her bedroom door and sat him on the dresser.
“Uh Xavier there’s a bed over there” he pointed out. Xavier chuckled in response.
“You won’t be complaining in a minute babe”
“I told you not to call me babe” he replied, grabbing his hand. Xavier smirked.
“Right now, your mine and I’ll call you whatever I like”
He was hungry for skin, kissing down Phoenix’s chest and rolling his hot wet tongue over his nipples, earning a hushed moan. Phoenix reached forward and unbuttoned his trousers. Xavier happily stepped free from them, meaning their thin underwear was the only material between them. He reached forward and played with the waistband of Xavier’s boxers, slipping his hand inside and wrapping her palm around his hard shaft.
Xavier clenched his jaw as he began moving his hand up and down at a slow pace. His breathing deepened and he began bucking his hips in response to his movements as they quickened. He dropped his head forward and rested his forehead on Phoenix’s, his lingering breaths warm and minty on his skin. He could feel him getting closer, harder and more eager with each rough stroke of his hand down him.
“Stop I won’t last” Xavier commanded, squeezing his inner thigh. Phoenix grinned proudly and Xavier kissed him firmly again, roughly pulling his bum forward on the dresser so their crotches pushed together. His fingertips stroked just outside his underwear, moving the material to the side and pushing two fingers into him.
Phoenix moaned in reaction, biting down on Xavier’s broad shoulder as he moved them in and out of him. He curved them inwards, making him squeal in pleasure. His breathing became heavy; he loved hearing and seeing the feeling he was getting, knowing it was him giving it to him.
The contracting movements of his thumb and fingers made his chest rise and fall rapidly as he got closer. He bit down hard on his inner lip, avoiding cursing out his name. He dropped his forehead, against his shoulder as he gripped onto his biceps. Just as he was reaching breaking point, Xavier lifted Phoenix from the dresser, and dropped his body onto the bed.
He kicked off his boxers at his ankles and without warning, pushed himself into him. He rested a forearm either side of his head, moving his hips back and forth. Phoenix gasped at the feeling of him inside of him, his head spinning. Xavier moved his arm under Phoenix’s body, forcing his backside upwards to gain more access to him, his own deep groans and pants continuing.
Phoenix couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him as immense bliss surged throughout his body with every thrust Xavier gave. He’d always wondered how it would be with him but in reality it was more amazing than he’d ever imagined.
They were both close, edging the line of climax. Xavier’s thrusts started to become lazier, and his nails dug into the skin over his slightly sweaty shoulder blades as they moved beneath her hands.
“Come on Phoenix” Harry groaned into the skin of her neck, digging his fingers into his hips. “Say my name”
He dug his heels into the back of his thighs, urging him further into him, his moans increasing. Xavier picked up the pace a little, lacing his fingers between his and holding one hand above Phoenix’s head. He held his other to his face, gently tugging on his hair causing his back to arch.
“What’s my name?” he growled a little louder, giving one last forceful thrust before he was whirled into a wave of ecstasy surging throughout his body. Phoenix called out Xavier’s name, panting and writhing beneath him as he rode it out. Xavier’s hip movements became more half hearted as he approached the finish line. His forehead was slightly sweaty, his curls dishevelled and his eyebrows furrowed with concentration, he leant up and nibbled on his earlobe.
“Your turn” he whispered, biting down gently on his shoulder before flicking his tongue across the sore skin. Xavier tensed up and let out a long hushed groan, his eyes closing as he reached his high and spilled himself inside of him. He collapsed on top of Phoenix, their bodies almost merged into one as their breaths slowed down. His face was buried into his warm neck, his curls tickling his cheek. He pulled out and straightened his arms, leaning above him.
Suddenly both of their attention was drawn to the sound of the front door slam shut. Their heads shot sideways, hearing footsteps down the hallway and the sound of Shawn whistling.
“Is that Shawn?” Harry asked.
“Uh huh” she gulped.
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