Drawn to you

"W-what you mean"I looked up staring at him, tug and bite on his bottom lip
"I guess when we was always training I watched you, and Craig told me to ask you out but I didn't have the balls and I didn't think I was gay then so I was just a little confused boy who lost his friend and now shacking up with his little brother...no franklin that's wrong..."he shook his head and closed his eyes
"you know what....I don't give a fuck"I huffed and curled In a ball 'he has all these girls but can't fuck me'
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An overwhelming sense of warmth and bliss urges me to consciousness. My eyes flutter open slightly, met with the darkness of the room. The only light coming from the streetlights, as they shine brightly behind the blinds.
“Are you awake?” Gerard whispers, kissing the curve of my thigh, just next to my entrance. I hum, reaching down between my legs and sliding my fingers into his hair as I adjust my body beneath him.
“Do you want this Frank?” he asks, running the tip of his tongue, softly around my hole being careful not to touch it. I shudder, pulling at his hair, rocking my hips toward his mouth.
“Uh, uh, ah,” he tuts, pulling his mouth away and kissing the inside of my thigh instead. “I need to hear your answer. Do you want this?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “I want this.”
“Tell me exactly what it is you want,” he commands, kissing over my cheeks, driving me mad as my insides start to throb.
“I want…” I pause, not knowing exactly what to say.
“You want what Frank? Tell me.” He takes a finger and runs it every so lightly over my hole, causing a surge of need to grow inside me. “You obviously want something, you’re getting tightly,” he murmurs, taking his finger into his mouth and sucking the end of it. “Mmmm, I like the way you taste.”
He continues to run his fingertips between my legs, but never exactly where I want them.
I push my hips down. “Please,” I beg, wanting him to touch me more.
“What do you want?”
“I want your mouth around me. I want your fingers inside me.”
“Are you ready for me Frank?” he murmurs, leaning down and brushing the tip of his tongue lightly on my engorged hole.
“I’m ready,” I pant, as his mouth comes down around my hole and he sucks me into his mouth, the added pressure has me gasping and calling out his name within seconds as my orgasm builds strongly within me. Holding on, I grip his head with my thighs and his hair in my hands as he enters me with his fingers, pulsing back and forth, swirling his tongue, sucking with his mouth.
I can’t take it for long, the pressure builds inside me until I’m soaring, erupting from within as I spasm beneath him, my calls echoing out into the quiet of the morning.
Lifting his head, he kisses up my body, keeping his fingers inside me, pulsing gently, bringing me back to earth.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper, as his kisses reach my neck. My arms pull him against me, clawing my fingers into his flesh. It’s as if I’m trying to merge with him. I want him that much.
Withdrawing his fingers, he leans his arms either side of me, hovering over me, the weight of his erection, leaning against mine, leaving a damp trail of arousal as he rubs it against me. Moaning, he dips his head, taking my mouth in his, kissing me languidly. My juices, mixed the taste of coffee and cigarettes, only leads to my wanting him more.
“Please,” I beg, lifting my hips toward him.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers again.
“I want you inside me,” I say immediately, not willing to beat around the bush this time.
He moves his tip over my thigh, sliding it through my hole, his voice rumbling erotically in this throat as he touches himself to my dryness
“You’re not asking the right way,” he growls, his voice thick with arousal.
Desire smothers my mind like a thick fog. I want him inside me, my body screaming internally for him to fill me. “Just fuck me Gerard. Please,” I gasp out, tilting my hips up, trying to coax him inside me.
“Wrong,” he says suddenly, rising from the bed, striding straight to the bathroom and slamming the door. The movement and change in demeanour, so sudden that I flinch, my heart thumping in my chest as I stare after him and wonder what the hell just went on.
I sit up, suddenly feeling way too naked and reach over to the desk chair to grab a towel. Wrapping it around myself, I walk over to the bathroom door and listen for a moment before knocking gently.
“Gerard?”
The door bursts open, revealing a now clothed Gerard, a calm controlled expression on his face as he gives me a cursory glance and moves straight past me, heading for the couch where he picks up my bag.
“What are you doing?” I ask, suddenly feeling as though he’s about to tell me to go home - that he doesn’t want me anymore. Tears spring to my eyes as the thought of not having him squeezes my heart. I don’t know what it is, but in such a short time, I feel so connected to him. The thought of not being around him seems soul destroying.
“Get dressed,” he says, throwing me my vest and jeans from last night.
“What’s going on?” I try again, as I catch it.
“Get dressed,” he repeats, more insistent this time.
Looking at the clothes in my hands, and back to him, I ask, “Can I at least have my boxers?”
“No. Get dressed Franklin,” he tells me again, the use of my full name again like a slap in the face after being called ‘Frank’ all night.
“Ok.” I nod, moving to go to the bathroom to change.”
“No. Get dressed right there.”
“But – ” I start, wanting to say that I need to use the bathroom, my bladder is full.
“Right there Franklin,” he demands, folding his arms over his torso as he stands by the couch watching me.
“For a moment I just stand there, not one hundred percent sure on what I should do.
“Why are you being like this?”
“Get dressed. Please.”
The intensity with which he watches me, overwhelms my senses, and I find myself capitulating, opening my towel, I let it fall to the floor, dropping the vest over my head before sliding my jeans on.
When I’m dressed, I meet his eyes again. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Now you can use the bathroom.”
I step into the bathroom, my mind reeling as I place my hand on the door, ready to close it so I can relieve myself in private, but he places his hand against it. “Leave it open,” he tells me quietly.
“What is your problem?” I cry. “I’m sorry ok! Whatever the hell I did – I’m sorry!”
“You said you were ready,” he reminds me, obviously seeing my discomfort.
“I’m just… I’m a bit confused.”
“Use the bathroom, Franklin. Leave the door open. I won’t be watching you,” he states, as he steps away.
I contemplate shutting the door anyway, but I reason that with the angle of the bathroom, he isn’t likely to be able to see me. Besides, couples do this stuff in front of each other all the time right? It’s just happening a little sooner than I’d like here. Forcing myself to relax, I relieve myself, wash my hands and face, then brush my teeth. When I leave the bathroom, he’s standing in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water.
“Better?” he asks, as he sets the glass aside. I nod, watching him warily as he reaches into the fruit bowl and removes a banana, breaking the stalk with a satisfying crack before peeling the skin away and dropping it in the bin.
Moving toward me, he holds it out. “Eat this,” he says gently, holding it up to my mouth. Meeting his eyes, I relax a little as I reach up and lean forward to bite the tip off it and remove it from his hand
He returns to the fruit bowl and grabs a banana for himself, before heading toward the door, grabbing my bag along the way. The action causes a pang of pain to thud in my chest as the sweet fruit I’ve just swallowed threatens to rebound out of my stomach.
“Let’s go,” he murmurs, his voice so soft that I take it as sadness. He’s kicking me out. Great. I don’t understand what he’s so annoyed about. Everything was going fine, and then…this happens.
Forcing myself to swallow the last bite of banana, I walk out the door, attempting to take my bag from him on my way past. He keeps hold of it however, and just inclines his head, telling me to go ahead of him.
“You’re being a jerk,” I tell him, tugging again at my bag.
“It’s time to go,” he says, still refusing to let go. Rolling my eyes, I shake my head in annoyance and walk ahead of him to where he parked his car last night.
Getting into his car, he of course clicks me in. As he reaches across me, I turn my head to the side, not wanting his scent to cloud my head any further, feeling hurt by his actions and just wanting to go home so I can bury my face in my pillow and cry for a while.
Sitting quietly, I look out the window. The sun is starting to come up and glow pink and peach in the sky as it rises above the houses we drive past. Weaving through the streets, I realise we’re not going toward my house. Instead, he takes a different route and turns down the street where my father’s gym is then pulls into the parking lot.
“We’re training?” I ask, turning my head toward him, confused. I was sure he was taking me home. He seems annoyed with me. “I told you I don’t want this. And I’m not really dressed for it."
“You need it,” he states, his voice still calm and soft. “Besides, you won’t be dressed for it if you ever need it in a real fight, will you?”
“I guess not,” I say, rolling the hem of my vest between my fingers as I contemplate my situation, running the events of last night and this morning over in my mind. “Gerard? What is going on with us?” I ask suddenly, laying my head against the seat as I turn my head to meet his eyes.
“You said it yourself – it’s everything,” he whispers, reaching his hand out and brushing his knuckles down my cheek. The tenderness of his gaze, the softness of his touch, has all of my worry melting away as I close my eyes and sigh.
“I thought you were done with me. I thought you were taking me home.”
“I’ll never be done with you Frank,” he murmurs, leaning toward me, kissing me softly. All I want is to be in his arms. It’s all I can think about as I move my mouth against his, my hunger for him growing.
Dropping his chin, he breaks the kiss, our breathing heavy, the air around us thickening. “Come.” He unclips my seatbelt, gets out of the car, and walks over to my side, opening the door before holding out his hand and leading me inside.
Holding fast to his hand, I follow him through the gym as he flips all of the switches and disarms the alarm. As we move down the hallway, I notice photos of tournaments and see Gerard in more than a few, looking as he does now. But as my eyes drift over the older ones featuring my brother, I notice the boy he used to be.
“Is that you standing with my brother?” I ask, pointing out one as he unlocks the door to the dojo.
“Yeah. He always beat me,” he smiles.
“Well, you’ve met his dad,” I reply, reaching up and lightly touching the image. “I’m glad you knew him.”
He leans against the door jab, watching me, as I go over the photos, pausing to study them and drink in the images of my brother. Smiling. Serious. Proud.
“I’ve always felt like he never left. I mean, everything is still the same. He’s here, he was at home. I’ve spent the last six years expecting him to walk back through the door. But he won’t. It’s all just memories…” Letting out a forlorn sigh, I turn my attention back to Gerard who is still listening to me quietly. “Do you still compete?”
“No. Not anymore.” He moves to the side, then follows me as I head inside the dojo and remove myhigh tops before I step on the mats.
“Why?” I ask.
“It just doesn’t interest me anymore. I don’t care about the trophies.”
“I’ll bet my dad isn’t too happy about that.”
“He wants me to compete, yes. It’s good for the school. But there are others capable of competing at a high level. I’m not the only one"
“So you’re fourth dan – Yondan – isn’t it?” I ask, referring to the highest grade for his age and skill level in Aikido.
“I am,” he nods, a small glint in his eye. I can tell he’s impressed that I remember the grading system.
“It’s all still up here,” I say, tapping my forehead. “Are you going to continue your grading?”
“Most likely. The next dan isn’t until I’m twenty-five. So I have a while to train for it.”
“But you won’t compete?”
“No, I won’t compete.”
“Hmmm. That’s a lot of training I have to catch up on. I guess I have a long time before I reach your level and have a chance at beating you,” I smile.
“Does that mean you’re willing to train until you do?” he asks.
“Perhaps. We’ll see if you can change my mind.”
“Fair enough,” he says, standing in front of me. “Attack,” he commands.
I ready myself, trying to decide the best way to attack him without getting thrown on my back.
Faking to one side, I quickly move to the other, hoping to push him through as he reacts. However, he’s too fast, too well trained and reads my move too well, sending me off balance and falling toward the mats. Grabbing at him, I refuse to let go, pulling him down on top of me.
Breathing heavily from the fall, I lay beneath him smiling triumphantly, looking up into his eyes. Slowly my grin disappears, as our gaze locks and his eyes darken. Reaching up, I run my fingers over his face, feeling his skin beneath my fingers before pulling him toward me, kissing him with everything I have.

“I feel so much around you Gerard,” I whisper. “I don’t understand what’s happening between us. But I know that I never want to do anything to make you stop being with me. I’m sorry I upset you this morning.”
He pulls back and searches my face, for what, I’m not sure. But it’s then that I realise what upset him this morning.
“Make love to me,” I whisper, my fingers smoothing back and forth over his head. For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to respond, but he lets out his breath, relieved that I figured it out, and brings his mouth to mine.His hands slide up to either side of my face as he kisses me slowly, sensuously. I can feel the passion pouring from inside him and into me as his mouth moves against mine.
The room is silent but for our breathing and kissing, it echoes out in the vastness of the training area as his hands leave my face and travel down my body. We moan together Sliding down my body, he lifts my vest, he pulls himself down palming myself through my jeans. "Arghh Gerard"I mean softly. Pulling me up to sitting, he lifts my vest higher, carefully helping me out of it, planting soft kisses on my chest, on my neck, then my mouth before dropping my dress on the floor beside us
“You are so beautiful Frank,” he coos, running his fingers along my arms and down my back, before guiding me to lay on the mat again. Studying me intently, he drags his fingers down my torso, hooking them into the waistband of my jeans and pulling them down my legs in a slow, sensual motion exposing my hard throbbing erection. Nothing he’s doing is quick, but everything is passionate. Every touch, every kiss – there’s so much emotion behind it.
“Just lay there. I want to look at you,” he murmurs, pushing up on his strong legs so he’s standing, his own erection pushing against his pants, demanding to be set free.
As he looks down at me, I stay as still as I can, not wanting to do anything to ruin this moment. My insides ache with want, I need him inside me – right now it feels like I need him to breathe.
“Take your hair out,” he instructs.
Reaching up, I do as he says, pulling on the elastic and freeing my bangs, letting it splay out on my eye and face slightly.
“Open your legs.”
For a moment, I hesitate, but when his see his cock jump as his eyes graze over my body, a bolt of arousal shoots through me. I love how much he wants me. This dark, beautiful man – wants me. It makes me feel as though I can do anything.
Slowly, I bend my legs at the knees, parting my thighs to show him my crotch and hole. Immediately, his cock jumps again, and a deep rumble reverberates in his chest.
“Beautiful,” he growls. “Perfect.”
With our eyes locked, he removes his own shirt and pants, standing gloriously naked before as he rakes his eyes down my body once more.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make love to me,” I tell him immediately, my voice soft and breathy. My intention clear.
Dropping to his knees, he climbs over my body, planting soft kisses along the way until his eyes, once again meet mine, and his cock presses lightly at my entrance.
“Say it again,” he murmurs, gazing down at me with rapt attention as he takes his weight, effortlessly on his arms.
“Make love to me,” I whisper, running my fingertips lightly over his back.
“Are you ready Frank?” he asks, pushing himself slightly inside of me. I know that this time he’s asking me if I’m ready for him. For everything that being with him will entail. And right now in this moment, I know I would do anything to be with him.
“I’m ready,” I respond.
He slides himself inside me, stretching and filling my depths. I gasp out at his size as I adjust around him, and he starts to move through my hole.
“Oh, Frank. You’re so tight.”
Rocking my hips along with his thrusts, I take him in over and over again, my mind spinning as the arousal inside me builds. This is so much more than anything I have experienced before, and I understand why Gerard objected to fucking me. This could never be classed as a fuck, the emotion, the movement. The way our bodies connect so perfectly – everything – is so much more.
“Gerard,” I pant, as my orgasm threatens to burst, gripping at his biceps as he skilfully thrusts, in and out, slow and perfect. I’m blown away. Every cell in my body is buzzing, and it’s as if the air has thickened as emotion rolls around us, wrapping us in our own private cocoon.
“Frank,” he groans, pushing deep inside me, continuing to thrust as I whimper, gripping him tightly, so close to the edge. “I want you to come inside my mouth when I'm inside you,” he whispers.
I was already on the brink, but the need in his voice pushes me over the edge. “Gerard!” I call out, my hips jerking as my orgasm rips through me. He latches his mouth around my cock sucking it hardly and pumping the rest.
“Look at me baby. Look at me while you come.”
My eyes fly open and find his as I shudder beneath him, my cock throbbing. I’m just in time to watch his face soften as he spills his own release inside me, our eyes connected in our most carnal moment. He’s beautiful above me, and I feel our bond grow so much deeper in that shared moment after a few seconds I cum harshly down his throat and he swallows all of it.
His thrusts slow down, as he dips his head and takes my quivering mouth in his. The power of what we just experienced, causes me to shake. I’ve never imagined sex could actually feel this…transcendent.
We lay there together, naked and wrapped around each other, on the blue mats of the dojo, for an immeasurable amount of time, kissing and touching, lavishing the other with our passion, so raw and primal that neither of us seems to want to end this moment.
Finally though, we have to. Eventually the gym is going to open to the public, and the last thing we want is for my father to come in here and find us like this. Eighteen or not, it might be enough for him to lock me up and throw away the key.
With the strength of a man twice his size, he lifts us together off the mat. I keep my legs wrapped tightly around him, not wanting to break our connection until I have to. He carries me to the shower room and turns on the water, waiting for it to turn warm before stepping us under the spray. He moves to lift me off himself, but I wrap my legs even tighter around him.
“Stay,” I murmur, gripping him with my internal muscles.
With a grunt, he leans me up against the tiled wall. I feel his erection stiffen again as mine does too, pressing against my walls as he moves inside me. His movement this time much faster than before. My body jolts with each thrust, his pubic bone pressing right up against my prostate
“I could be inside you forever,” he growls. “You’re so tight. So perfect.” My body once again explodes, and I moan, shuddering as I spasm around him my cock leaking down pre cum.
“Frank,” he moans out, pulsing inside me.
When the shudders die down and our breathing returns to normal, he tries to move back again. But once again, I cling to him. “I don’t want this to end.”
“Frank, you’ve got me. This is never going to end. I’m never going to let you go. You are mine and I am yours. There is nothing that can change that now.” He kisses me softly, the water still pouring down over us. “But you need to let go. I need to work today.”
“Oh,” I respond, feeling a little dejected. I had hoped that we could spend the day together as well.
Releasing my grip around him, I allow him lower me to the ground and remove his shaft from inside me. I feel empty now without him. I want him back.

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