Amber Storms

Aware

Ambrose

Additionally, I decide not to say anything about my mishap, well, more like can’t, the moment he starts to gently move the bottom of my shirt up and picks up where he left off with his fingertips. While his hands are cool against my olive skin, he is unaware his lazy circles are being burned on my lower back and hips.

I’m not sure if it's the cacophony of emotions I’ve been through tonight or the release of endorphins that have flooded my brain, but somehow I’m hyper aware of my surroundings and oddly - feel incredibly alert. I grant myself permission to sink into this current marvelous happening, agreeing to add another layer of brick and mortar to my cracking wall tomorrow.

Spontaneity and greed have never been words that are associated with me, ever, however I do want just a little more. My lips have already grazed him, by accident mind you…but he didn’t mention it at all. Thoughts go into overdrive wondering if it is strange that I want to taste my best friend’s skin?

I don’t give myself time to reason with myself and take what I want without thinking - the pink pad of my tongue connects to his rippled stomach and glides across a small area with a gentle lick. I want to continue and taste more of him, sucking his skin into my mouth, but I know at least better than to do that. Han’s body stills and he completely stops moving both his hands against me.

“Did you just lick me?” He asks, I’m sure truly believing there is no possible way his friend would be this idiotic.

But alas, I’m an i***t. Here he is helping me like the kind-natured person he is and I mess it up. So typical. If ever there was a non-walking “walk of shame”, I’m pretty sure that I'm about to do mine. I force my embarrassed shoulders up, my hands on either side of his body, supported by the mattress. In straddling him this way, I’ve unintentionally pinned his arms to his body. I initially meet confusion in his eyes and I bite my already sore lips, trying to formulate words to beg for his forgiveness. I don’t even know how I’m going to explain myself, so I just start to explode with words, “Sorry. f**k…I know…God that was stupid…you just smell so…”.

I pause mid sentence.

The eyes that were just displaying his bewilderment are now simmering, darker than usual if that is even possible. His plush lips are separated slightly and start to match the shade spreading onto his face, dripping to his neck.

Is he angry?

Thankfully, our faces are too close for him to successfully throw a punch - or so I think. He starts to draw back and before I react to block him, my gaze curiously follows his downward moving hand as he adjusts himself.

He’s not angry…I think I just turned him on.

Reluctantly, I drag my eyes up slowly from his thin joggers, tightening around his forming bulge, pausing at his sharp jawline, smooth and free from stubble. He expectantly licks his lips, and I jealously want to be the one to capture them between my teeth, taking my time to wet them.

God, he’s beautiful.

If I’m being honest, I’ve wanted him for years, but I've also known that with him being straight, he could never fully be mine.

I can not will myself to move, frozen under his hooded eyes. Han looks down to my lips, his throat bobbing with a swallow before my name delicately escapes him, “Ambrose…”.

Any judgment I once had went out the window the second that I licked him - so why the hell not take this moment too. My fingers reach up gliding across his throat to the back of his raven hair as my thumb hesitantly plays with his bottom lip, slowly dragging downward over it and back up again. I lightly press the rough pad between them and my eyes pan up to his, desperately searching for permission.

Han’s gorgeous mouth consents, opening, allowing my entrance as he slowly slides his tongue against the tip of my thumb.

A little more.

I carefully swing my leg over him and his now extremely obvious bulge, leaning forward until I can feel his quickened breath across my face.

“I want to taste you again” I bluntly admit, my pulse fastening with anticipation. I'm not sure if this is just a lapse in his sanity, but I give him one more out before I cross this line. “Okay...” he whispers and I close the loathed gap between our lips, touching his coveted ones.

Tasting the hint of chocolate and salt we just had, I draw my tongue against the barrier of his lips and part them. He welcomes me with his own when I dip in and out of his wet mouth, matching my rhythm. It feels too fast and frustratingly too slow, both at the same time, but I savor the movements.

A little more.

I want to be even closer to him, I need to be. I've waited what feels like several lifetimes to kiss him - again. I break our connection for three unbearable seconds and rip my shirt over my head, throwing it off into the hazy room somewhere. His d**k pulses against me while his eyes roam over my well-defined, tattooed body. Han surprises me when he reaches up and grabs the back of my neck, pressing his lips forcibly into mine. I'm growing painfully hard and I know he can now feel my length against his stomach.

I pull him all the way down on the bed with me and friction builds between our chests the way our bodies start to rub against one another. My d**k grinds into his throbbing one and our breath accelerates into lustful pants.

Fuck, he is perfect…

Our hands are just as frantic as our kiss, tugging, pulling and grabbing anywhere they land. I wonder if my touch is burning him the way his did me? My hand spreads, sliding over his hardening n*****s and gliding over the ripples of his perfectly formed abs. I teasingly and painstakingly slowly make it to the top of his joggers to run a finger back and forth on his lower stomach and his breath stumbles. “Don’t f*****g tease me Ambrose.” Han warns as I mess with the elastic band for a second longer before a single finger dips below, slipping over top of his satiny boxer briefs. I’m about to palm his c**k when he moans…

“Ambrose.”

I love my name coming from those gorgeous lips. I continue nipping and sucking at his neck while my hand continues down. I hear him again,

“Ambrose.”

He’s writhing beneath me…

“Ambrose!”

I awaken to Han shaking me. “Ambrose, are you okay?”

Startled, isn’t even the word to begin to describe how I feel right now. I need a second to get my bearings together…my shirt is still on, my hands are not in his pants and I’m still in the same position I was in before I licked Han…or before I thought I licked him.

I’m sure I look confused as hell as I push up from Han’s stomach, my hair and face damp from sweat. “You weren’t responding to me, you were twitching and your breathing went crazy for a second….fuck you scared me.” Han says. He runs his hand through his hair and rests it on the back of his neck. It must have taken him a bit to wake me. “Was it another nightmare?” He asks. Disappointment starts to settle in my heart, because it certainly was anything but. “Yeah, it was. s**t, I’m so sorry. I’m okay…I promise.”

I lie.

I am NOT okay. That incredibly realistic, delicious dream has f****d with me. Achingly hard with need still, I let out a heavy exhale. He looks over and I quickly reach over to grab a pillow and put it over top of my lap.

I pray he didn’t see my body's betrayal, but unluckily I catch the way his knowing eyebrows quirk up.