Burning Coldness

|HUGS AND CUDDLES|

Andrew was completely out of his breath, his eyes glazed over. Nathaniel laid besides him, propped on his elbow and drawing invisible patterns on Nathaniel’s chest with the fingers of his other hand. He was looking at Andrew intently. The only audible sound in the room was their shallow breathing.

Nathaniel caressed his cheek, turning Andrew’s face towards him gently. Andrew fluttered his eyes open, returning the gaze. Nathaniel’s chest fluttered at the proximity of those forest green eyes. They were just inches apart, their noses almost touching. Nathaniel dazed by Andrew’s distinctive pervasive scent, so he stretched his neck a bit so their lips seal once again.

He couldn’t get enough of him, he just wanted to kiss him senselessly until they are both numb. The soft pressure of Andrew’s pink lips sent tingles through his body. He shifted a bit so their bodies are flushed against each other. He wanted to feel all of Andrew, pressed against him.

Nathaniel profoundly sighed in the kiss, getting impossibly aroused since he didn’t get his release yet. Andrew sensed his desire and pressed his thigh on Nathaniel’s core. The blonde gasped at the sensation, allowing Andrew to take a bit of control since he was beyond turned on now, and his primary goal was to satiate the burning jones for him that was spreading through his body.

Losing himself in desire, he kissed Andrew roughly, pulling on his lip a bit with his teeth. Andrew groaned in surprise, breaking the kiss. “What the hell, Nathaniel? You’ll leave a bruise.” Andrew touched his hip, assessing the damage.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away.” Nathaniel smiled at him sheepishly, running his finger over Andrew’s lip gently, and then picking it softly. “But it didn’t seem you were in too much pain, which means you liked it somewhat?” Nathaniel asked playfully in-between kisses. Andrew slapped his forearm, which only caused Nathaniel to giggle.

“Why would you do that? You don’t have to spank me for stating the factual matter.” Nathaniel stuck out his touch at glowering Andrew.

Andrew grinned at him naughtily, and then suddenly leaned and caught Nathaniel’s tongue in his mouth, biting on it, not that hard. Nathaniel squealed, and Andrew broke the kiss, asking him, “How did you like that now?” He chuckled.

“Shut up.” Nathaniel pulled him back at the kiss, smiling against his lips. He pressed his thigh against Nathaniel, moving it slowing up and down. Nathaniel moaned in the kiss, his kissing becoming unfocused as lust clouded his mind.

Andrew moved to attend to his neck, sucking on Nathaniel’s soft spot, leaving a mark for sure.

“Andrew, put me a hickey.” Nathaniel moaned as Andrew distracted him with its way in between them somehow, applying slight pressure on Nathaniel’s hardened core. Nathaniel thought he heard Andrew whispering in the words of “You’re mine” but he wasn’t sure if his love struck heart was just playing tricks on him.

He arched himself towards Andrew when the brunet started playing with his little sensitive nub.

Jesus of Nazareth! He is so good at this. He was completely excited down there, Andrew’s delicate fingers eliciting quiet moans from his mouth.

“Drew, please.” Nathaniel whispered, biting on his lower lip, as Andrew lowered his head to give some proper attention to his breasts. He felt wet warm mouth encircling his n****e, and Andrew’s gifted tongue giving it brief, teasing licks.

Andrew’s dark locks were spread on his chest, tickling him a bit. Nathaniel kissed the top of his head, inhaling his fresh scent. It smelled like some fruity shampoo, peach or something like that. He ran his finger with his thick hair, massaging his scalp. That was the most he could do for him in the moment as he was raising higher and higher, towards that incredible addictive sensation.

Andrew noticed Nathaniel’s breathing becoming shallow. He raised his head from Nathaniel’s n*****s, temperature change on his n*****s causing them to stiffen even more. Nathaniel could feel Andrew’s gazed on him. He fluttered his eyes open to look back at him.

Andrew scooted closer, finally sliding his fingers in Nathaniel’s needy core. He pumped faster and then faster, never breaking the gaze. Their facer were close to each other, inhaling the same air, not kissing just looking in each other’s eyes. Aside from a monster of an orgasm building inside of him, Nathaniel also felt Armor’s arrows hitting straight at his heart. This felt so intimate to him, so much more than satiating their physical, primal desires.

He had to make Andrew realize that he has felt something for him, more than lust. He loved this, the way Andrew looked at him as he made love to him, because for Nathaniel, they were definitely making love, Andrew just didn’t know that yet.

He was really close now. He couldn’t keep his eyes open. “Andrew!” He screamed his name in the house as the orgasm took him over. His body twitched a couple of times, and repeatedly screamed for Andrew’s name. Andrew pumped steadily until Nathaniel stopped moving.

Finally, he pulled him close, wanting to feel his warm body, and kissing him still a bit unfocused from his orgasm. They lay like that for some quite time, in each other’s embrace. Andrew’s head was resting on Nathaniel’s chest.

Can’t you hear how my heart beats for you? Nathaniel was scared that Andrew will push him away, or do something against him, but thankfully he didn’t. Nathaniel was happy for that. That means he likes me, too? He asked himself. Maybe he was asleep, Nathaniel smiled at that thought, and it felt wonderful to have sleeping Andrew in his arms. My handsome ice king, Nathaniel thought as he caressed his angelic face. The blonde was enjoying the view, when his stomach suddenly growled.

He blushed at the embarrassing sound. He didn’t even realize he haven’t eaten his meal yet. He heard Andrew shifting and gigging at him. So he wasn’t asleep at all. We are cuddling, Nathaniel thought, almost boyishly squealing at the prospect.

Looking over at the brunet he teased, “I never pinned you as a giggling type.”

“Will you stop giving comments if you want to eat?” Andrew raised his darkened eyebrows at him.

Nathaniel blushed immediately eliciting another giggle from Andrew’s mouth. What a wonderful sound. He wants to hear his laugh like this more even it’s at his expense. But he is really hungry, this is kind of awkward.

Andrew jumped off of the bed, pulling on his undergarments and his button up shirt which ended on the lamp beside him bed. Nathaniel followed him, pulling on only him undergarments and shirt, too. He was expected if Andrew wanted him to go. He just stood there awkwardly waiting for Andrew to say something.

“Well, are you hungry or not? Come.” Andrew asked him, his hands on his hips, he didn’t button his shirt back up. He’s really gifted of having built body, Nathaniel wanted him again but his stomach interrupted his lustful thoughts. He followed Andrew down to the kitchen.

Andrew turned the lights on, Nathaniel didn’t even noticed that the darkness starting to scattered. Where are his parents? Nathaniel wondered. He wanted to ask him many things, but he didn’t know where to start with. He was a thin ice with Andrew and he had to be very careful.

Andrew took some food from the fridge and they both sat at the marble counter. Andrew put their food in microwave and for some time, the only sound heard in the house was microwave reel turning. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but Nathaniel wanted to talk to him, to get to know him. He decided to break the silence.

“You’ve got a nice home here.” He said the first thing that popped on his mind. He turned around and look at him.

“Mochas gracias!” He simply said in his Spanish tone, and turned back to the heated microwave.

Nathaniel felt a pang of pain as Andrew obviously wouldn’t want to speak to him. He waited in silence for the food to be prepared. Andrew put the meal on two plates, and Nathaniel’s mouth watered at the smell. He immediately dug in, eating quickly not paying attention to his manners.

He finished in the matter of minutes. He finally looked at Andrew who smirked at him as he twirled in his spaghetti around the fork. “You eat like a pig.” Andrew snickered causing Nathaniel to blush dark red at his remark, and avert his gaze away from Andrew. He heard the stool screeching as Andrew jumped off it and came around the counter and stopped beside Nathaniel. “You have a bit of sauce there.” Andrew said and leaned to lick off the sauce from the corner of his lip.

“Tastes good.” He stepped back looking at still red Andrew. “You know you’re cute when you blush.” It escaped from Andrew’s mouth, as soon as he realized what he said.

“Am I?” Nathaniel giggled at him, feeling better now that Andrew complimented him.

“Zip your mouth.” Andrew walked back to his seat to finish his meal.

Nathaniel waited for him to finish, before trying to converse with him, “What is our deal exactly? What are we?” He asked. Andrew looked at him intently for a while, piercing him with his eyes, before responding. “I don’t know. Hate-s*x buddies?” He shrugged.

Why is he so intent in this idea of us hating each other? He is so stubborn to the highest extent. Nathaniel frowned before responding.

“I don’t hate you.” He said quietly, allowing Andrew to process it. Despite being on a shaky ground him, he didn’t want Andrew to think he hates him, quite the opposite. Andrew green orbs widened a bit in surprise, as if he wasn’t expecting this. Nathaniel noticed him fighting off a smile. He’s really oblivious, to think I hate him, too. Can’t he see what he’s doing to me? Nathaniel chuckled to himself.

Andrew obviously interpreted it the wrong the way as his face hardened. Thinking that Nathaniel was mocking him, he creased his eyebrows and pursed his lips in a thin line in discontent. Being able to better pick up on Andrew’s mood now, Nathaniel hopped of the stool, and stopped an inch away from the brunet. “Drew, I don’t hate you.” He smiled gently, pecking his lips. Andrew’s face softened, and Nathaniel could have sworn, he saw a flash of some emotion in his eyes.

“Well, I still hate you.” Andrew smirked at him playfully.

“You don’t. You like me, don’t you?” Andrew said cockily, suddenly feeling brave.

“Absolutely not.” The brunet retorted, pushing Nathaniel away gently, as if he was trying to find a way to wriggle out of this occurrence. Nathaniel just stepped back in, lifting Andrew off the stool and wrapping his arms around his waist. He pushed him against the counter, whispering in his mouth, “What are we?”

“I don’t know. Let’s think about that tomorrow.” Andrew stopped the discussion by kissing Nathaniel forcefully trying to wipe the questions off his mind. Nathaniel decided to let it slide for now, he didn’t want to push him to his limit, and besides he was getting distracted by his lips.