Simon and Raphael came out of
the room where the hotel had allowed their school’s populace to enjoy the prom,
Simon leading Raphael by the hand. But to Raphael’s surprise, rather than head
towards the doors, Simon turn and leads them to the elevator after retrieving a
room key from a receptionist.
where are we going?” Raphael asks after they enter the elevator, slightly
nervous as his hands begin to tremble.
ding, the elevator doors open and Simon practically drags Raphael down the
hallway to a door. Pressing a chaste kiss to the other boy’s lips as they
briefly pause to slide in the key, opening the door.
separate briefly. “Simon, I-,” but before he can finish the door opens and he
almost falls. Simon manages to catch him though, slipping his arm under Raphael’s
knees and carrying him to the bed where he sets him down before slowly crawling
tries to speak, he wants to tell him, but suddenly his heart isn’t in his
chest. It’s in his throat, stopping the words from coming out as Simon presses
light kisses to his neck while unbuttoning his shirt. Both their jackets had
been lost somewhere between the door and the bed, Simon’s shirt was already off
and Raphael’s was hastily being pushed down his shoulders.
manages. But Simon takes it as encouragement, continuing to kiss down Raphael’s
chest, all the way to his nipple. And when he bites down on it, rolling the
hardened nub between his teeth, Raphael lets out a sharp cry, tangling his
hands in Simon’s hair.
releases it, but only to show pleasure to the next nipple as he ruts their hips
together and Raphael continues to moan and pull at his hair. When he’s done,
Simon kisses down the centre of Raphael’s stomach until he comes to the other
boy’s belt buckle. He raises his head, moving back over Raphael to press their
foreheads together while resting his hand atop the belt.
you,” Simon says, pressing his chapped lips against Raphael’s smooth ones.
begins to undo the buckle, until Raphael’s hand wraps around his wrist.
Simon’s eyes meet Raphael’s, trying to read his expression. “Did I do something
wrong? Did I mess up?”
himself, Raphael takes a breath. “I don’t want this.”
begins, but he can’t possibly finish. He doesn’t know what to say. He loves
Raphael, and he thought Raphael loved him.
that,” Raphael immediately says, almost too late. I love you. I just don’t want…”
want to have sex with me,” Simon says, hurt but relieved. He sits back from
over the other boy, almost falling off the bed but playing it off by falling to
the side. He buries his face in his hands mumbling softly, “God, I’m so stupid.”
into a silence, until Raphael moves Simon’s hands away from his face, staring
into his eyes which have lost the look of lust they once had. “While I admit
that you are stupid, incredibly so might I add.” Simon glares at him. “It’s not
that I don’t want to have sex with you. It’s that I don’t want to have sex at
they lapse into silence, Raphael staring at Simon, and Simon staring back at
him. And for a moment, Raphael thinks he said the wrong thing, thinks it might
have been too soon to tell Simon and obviously too soon for Simon to cope.
Simon says, “So you’re asexual.”
A deep sigh
escapes him as Raphael speaks. “Dios, Simon. You had me so worried.”
everyone is okay with being with someone they can never have sex with. I… I thought
you were going to…”
eyes widen, staring into Simon’s eyes, past the hair which had fallen into the
other boy’s eyes during their earlier activities. “Oh,” is all he manages to
Simon’s hands grip the sides of his face, cupping his cheeks as his fingers
tangle in Raphael’s hair. He brings their faces closer, until they’re almost
kissing. “And as a pansexual, it’s my job to love everyone.” Simon smiles,
licking his lips. A gesture which doesn’t go unnoticed by Raphael. “But as
Simon Lewis, it’s my job to love you, Rapha.”
then does Raphael smile, pressing their lips together and putting his hand on
the back of Simon’s neck to keep him there. He groans when they have to pull
away, gasping for breath. Simon gets up, undoing his own belt and buttons.
you doing?” Raphael asks as Simon pulls down his pants, standing in the middle
of the room in black boxers. He motions for Raphael to do the same.
Raphael thins against it but he trusts Simon. So slowly, he stands and removes
his pants, staring down a half-naked Simon in just his gray boxers. “Well?” he
his lips against Raphael’s, kissing him hard and fast, wrapping his arms around
him before throwing them both on the bed.
Raphael shouts, shoving his arms against Simon, who presses kisses across his
cheek and along his jaw. “What are you–,”
stops, heaving a sigh before resting his head against Simon’s chest. “Te amo,
how they spend the rest of the night, wrapped up in blankets, ordering room
service and watching movies on the hotel tv, taking turns whispering, “I love