“I’m as shocked as you.” He was taking his sweet freaking time and I hated and didn’t hate it. He could freaking move his hands, his mouth, his complaints a little bit lower... Maybe not his complaints.
“You have too much chest hair,” I informed him. I could see it but not touch it anymore. If we were listing things we hated but not really, that was right up there. Both his chest hair and that I could see it but not touch it anymore.
“No, I’m the one who complains, not you,” he said into my skin.
“That’s not fair.” Lots of things weren’t fair. Like him being slow for the first time in his entire life.
And then he actually stopped to think. Oh my god. “I don’t think I can get waxed because just imagining it makes me want to scream in pain.” He shuddered above me.
“Ryan—"
“AH!” He shook his head. “Why Luke, it’s just hair, let it be, the pain is just not worth it. “
“You know how you hate that I have abs but you also don’t hate it?”
“Oh. OH.”
The hair on Ryan’s chest was dark and maybe that’s why it looked like he had more than me. The fine blond hairs on my upper torso weren’t as noticeable. Yeah, I could tell myself that. I wanted as much or more chest hair than him, but I didn’t hate the dark hair. He was such a goofball most of the time but then there were parts of him like his hands or the chest hair that were just so… manly.
Not too long ago, I hadn’t known that manly was attractive to me, but I knew now, so maybe my brain was making up for lost time by really appreciating those parts of Ryan that weren’t silly and boyish but sexy and masculine.
His hands were warm and left a trail of electricity when roaming over my body. His hands were also fumbling and clumsy, but he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. And they were large, able to cover my chest or back with ease, big sweeping touches and then when they got to more intimate places, well, he had a strong grip and he was a fast learner.
Things heated up or already were hot and stayed that way. I don’t know, it was hard to think, we really seemed to have the hang of everything this time and—
“This is going pretty well, right?” Ryan whisper-shouted in my ear.
“Ryan—"
“Oh god, I need an answer.”
“Yes, it’s going well, but stopping to chat about it—”
“Who said we were stopping? I just, if I’m talking, I’m not thinking and then overthinking.” Good idea in theory but if he was talking I was going to listen him or at least I was gonna try because that mattered in a relationship and see, now I’m getting distracted.
“Ryan—"
“Yeah, say my name.”
“Shut up,” I told him forcefully and with love.
“I am so glad you said that because, and feel free to be creative, make me.”
So like… interrupting when things were getting good just to have a little chat wasn’t great, but that invitation? Super awesome.
He kept chattering and I liked that because it meant I got to keep shutting him up. I was apparently a scientist too or at least when it came to Ryan. All I wanted to do was experiment, try things, see what worked best. Kissing, yes, that was the obvious way to silence him, but there were other ways, better ways, and I wanted to discover them all.
