Title: Here With Me 4/?
Author: Anorien and Sairalinde
Type: RPS
Pairing: Craig/David
Rating: Explicit Sex
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Abuse described in later chapters not between the main
pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
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Summary: Two University Professors try to overcome their pasts and find love and healing

The words David speaks are from “A Rose in April” by Kate Rusby

Words in // are thoughts

Chapter 4

David woke up slowly, feeling warm and comfortable hearing a steady heartbeat under his ear he smiled. //Craig// Tilting his head up slightly he watched Craig sleeping. He looked so peaceful and beautiful. David hoped he wouldn't have regrets about what had happened, it all happened so fast but it was so…perfect. He'd never felt like that before, and never had a lover let him take any sort of initiative like Craig had. They didn't have sex…exactly but it had still been more intense than he'd ever remembered feeling before. Craig was so special to him already and he was terrified that he would wake up and decide it had been a mistake.

David managed to extricate himself from Craig's arms that were still wrapped around him without waking the sleeping man. Standing beside the couch he smiled down at his lover for a moment then tucked the blanket around him more before he headed for the bathroom.

He looked in the mirror for a moment and shook his head. //God, please don't let him regret what happened. Please. It was faster than either of us was probably ready for…but I wouldn't change it for a moment. Not one single regret. I'm falling in love with him, have been since I met him I think. Please don't let me fuck this one up? Please.//

Once he was finished cleaning up a bit he walked back into the den and found that Craig was still asleep. He leaned against the doorframe and watched him for a while then turned for the kitchen were D'Artagnan met him. He fed the dog, and then looked around the kitchen.

"What do you think boy? I can manage eggs and toast, think Craig would like that?" he asked the dog as he crossed the kitchen. D'Artagnan's ears pricked up and he wandered over to lie down on a rug in front of the pantry watching his master move around the kitchen.

Once David was finished cooking as quietly as he could, he plated up the eggs and toast. Looking around for a moment he opened a few cabinet doors and found a tray. Setting the items on it he poured a glass of orange juice. He didn't know if Craig would prefer coffee or tea first thing in the morning, so he thought orange juice might be a safe bet. He looked at the tray a moment and glanced out the window into the front garden spying one of the rose bushes that was still in bloom. David stepped outside and snapped off one of the late roses and came back in laying it on the tray. Then he frowned. "That might be a bit much," he said softly as the dog watched him. He pulled the flower off and lay it on the counter his hand hovering over it a moment. "Then again…maybe," he murmured picking it back up and setting it on the tray again. This went on for a few minutes before he finally took a deep breath and decided to leave it. He was a poet after all he was entitled to do something like that, he thought. Then he thought what his past lover's reactions would be and he nearly removed it again, but then he remembered that Craig was like no one he'd ever known and decided to leave it after all.

Walking down the hallway toward the den, David worried that Craig might have already woken up and gone upstairs. When he walked into the room Craig was still asleep and he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked over and set the tray on the coffee table next to the still full popcorn bowl from the night before.

Sitting down on the table quietly he leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss across Craig's forehead, then another on his cheek. Unable to stop himself he planted soft kisses across Craig's closed eyes, the tip of his nose, his chin, and finally a soft kiss against the perfect lips he couldn't get enough of the night before. He stopped when he heard Craig make a soft sound, and he saw beautiful dark lashed blue eyes flutter open, still half asleep.

"Good morning," David said softly feeling his heart leap into his throat when Craig smiled at him.

Craig sighed happily, lost in a dream of sweet kisses from the man he loved. Soft kisses all over his face, then, finally, a tender press of lips against his own. It took him a moment to realize this wasn’t a dream – that he *was* being kissed – and the sweet taste on his lips could only be from David. His eyes opened slowly as he saw David’s beautiful face above him, smiling down at him. Reaching his hand up to let his fingers thread through silky red hair, Craig sat up and looked into glittering blue eyes. His smile widened as he gently pressed his lips against David’s, closing his eyes and letting his thumb trail over his lover’s cheek. “Good morning yourself,” he whispered. Resting his forehead against his lover’s, he wrapped his arms around David’s waist, hoping against all hope that this wasn’t a ‘Good-Morning-but-I’m-sorry-about-last-night wake up call.’ Almost wishing he could put his hands over his ears to block out those words, he finally took a deep breath and pulled away. “Sleep well?” he asked softly.

David felt relief wash over him when Craig kissed him. Maybe, just maybe he didn't regret last night after all. "I did sleep well, better than I have in a very long time," he said softly. "I...uh...well I made you breakfast if you'd like it?" David asked uncertainly. He hoped that Craig was a breakfast person, he knew that some people didn't eat breakfast.

“I’m starving, “ Craig smiled, just as his stomach growled loudly. “See?” he laughed, trying to cover his embarrassment. He turned and saw the tray sitting on the coffee table, complete with a gorgeous, full rose. He reached out and closed his fingers on the stem as his heart skipped a beat. Never had anyone been so thoughtful. A simple gesture – breakfast itself was such a lovely surprise to wake up to, but….a rose. Freshly picked, and just for him. He looked into those blue eyes he already adored, and slowly brought the flower to David’s face, letting the soft petals drag gently across his cheek and down his neck. “You are so amazing,” he whispered softly. “I love this……especially the rose. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

David felt his face flush and looked down feeling his heart beating faster in his chest at just the gentle touch, "I just...just wanted well to make your first breakfast here special I guess," he said softly. "It's not much, I'm not a great cook, but I can manage decent eggs and I managed not to burn the toast," he grinned. He felt so relieved that Craig seemed to not regret what had happened last night.

“Special?” Craig asked. “It already *is* special to me. I mean….last night……” His voice trailed off, and he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking David if he regretted what happened the night before. They needed to talk, but it could wait until after breakfast anyway. At least he hoped so. Craig lifted the edge of the blanket and winked at David. “Join me?” he asked. “I know the landlord, and I’m pretty sure he won’t mind if we snuggle up on the couch and share breakfast.”

David laughed picking up the tray and moved to sit beside Craig, "Yeah, I think he wouldn't mind," he said softly as he settled next to Craig setting the tray in his lap. He reached out and took a triangle of toast and smiled at Craig. This is what a Sunday morning should be like, comfortable, and warm, and with someone who made your heart skip a beat everytime they looked at you. David reached out and touched the rose on the tray and whispered, "You were a rose in April, and still a rose in June, but God can send fine winters, and I know my rose will bloom. A rose is a rose forever, locked in his arm's I'll be."

Craig found that he couldn’t quit smiling as David touched the rose and whispered softly. “Locked in his arms I’ll be,” he repeated. // Locked in my arms, I hope. Forever locked in my arms, as I’ll be locked in his. // Realizing that he was staring off into space, Craig placed his hand gently over David’s. “You are the most romantic, kind, thoughtful person I’ve ever known,” he said, gazing into his lover’s eyes. Suddenly embarrassed, he looked down, staring at their hands that lay curled together around the stem of the rose. “I……” he began, is voice trailing off. “About last night……do you……do you regret….anything?”

David's eyes came up to meet Craig's as he asked about regrets, "No, no, not for a single moment...do...do you? Because if you do I'll understand, I know it happened fast," David said looking away unable to look into Craig's eyes. Unwilling to hear him confirm David's fears, unable to look into the beautiful blue eyes if he were to say he regretted it. He suddenly felt silly for even assuming Craig could possibly feel the same way he did. It was crazy, they'd only met on Friday and now it was only Sunday morning. He glanced down at their hands still entwined and felt his heart leap in his chest. Preparing himself for the words he thought would come he took a deep breath and waited for Craig to tell him that it was a mistake.

Craig breathed a sigh of relief as David said he didn’t regret a moment. He looked up just in time to see David’s eyes drift down to their hands and he realized how his question must have sounded. “God, David,” he said softly, quickly sitting the tray back on the coffee table. Taking both of David’s hands in his, he squeezed his lover’s fingers tightly. “Look at me, please,” he whispered, waiting for David to look up.

David looked up at Craig feeling as if he were a condemned man awaiting the executioners axe to fall and waited for him to say the words he was so afraid to hear.

“I don’t regret one single, solitary instant,” Craig whispered softly, his heart breaking at the look in David’s eyes. “Last night……..last night was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I was so afraid you’d think I pushed you. I……I wanted you. From the first second I laid eyes on you I wanted you. And I promised not to pressure you, but……I just *felt* something last night, David. Something amazing and wonderful and so very, very right. I’m just so scared of doing something that will push you away. I was afraid you were going to tell me to leave.” Releasing David’s hands, Craig moved closer and wrapped his arms around his lover, burying his face in David’s neck. “I……God. I just want to hold you and never let you go. If that’s too much too soon, I’m sorry. I just…. I just want you to know how I feel.”

David released the breath he'd been holding and wrapped his arms around Craig. // He didn't regret it! He doesn't regret *me*, // he thought happily. "You won't push me away Craig," he said softly. "I'm scared of being hurt again, because you have the power to really hurt me but I can't stop myself. I couldn't pull back from you now if I tried. I do need time to get used to this...my past relationships have...well have been horribly uneven I guess you could say. I want this... well it's more than friendship, but for lack of a better term, I want our friendship to grow. I've never felt this intensely about anyone ever, I've had just three relationships in my life, and the way I felt pales in comparison to how I feel just holding your hand," David whispered.

Craig tightened his arms around David and sagged in relief. “I promise I will never hurt you, David,” he whispered. “I’ll prove that to you – I’ll be here whenever you need me, for whatever you could possibly need me for. I’ll be here tomorrow and next year and fifty years from now, if you still want me.” Smiling, Craig leaned back to stare into David’s eyes. “I want this too. More than I can tell you, I want this to grow into something you can believe in. But I want us to be side by side – I don’t want to take over anything. I don’t even like the word ‘uneven’. Don’t ever think that what you want or what you feel doesn’t matter. It matters to me….*you* matter to me, David.”

David felt his heart tighten in his chest as Craig said he mattered to him. "You matter to me too, Craig. I have no idea what I'm doing half the time, I hope you know that. I'm a terribly unsure person, and I don't want you to regret getting involved with me. My last...well he called me high maintenance whatever the hell that means. I just don't want you to ever feel you made a mistake and if something I do or say upsets you please tell me. I never knew what I did wrong until he would blow up at me...I don't want that again. I don't want to screw this up with you, you mean too much to me already," David said softly.

Craig swallowed the anger he felt surge up in him at the very idea that anyone would treat this gorgeous, sweet, gentle man like that. “Whatever you’re doing is perfect,” he said softly, leaning back to look into David’s eyes, holding his gaze, praying that he could see that Craig meant every word he said. “I will never, never feel that I made a mistake by being your.….friend, lover……whatever you want me to be. And I’m not the type to blow up – though *I* can be frustrating as hell, sometimes, I know, so it’ll probably be you getting upset with me.” He smiled and leaned in to place a soft kiss on David’s lips. “Honestly, David,” he whispered. “If we disagree on anything – and I’m sure we will, somewhere down the line, all we have to do is just talk about it. I don’t want you to feel that you can’t talk to me about anything that’s on your mind. Promise me that, please? ”

David nodded, "I promise you that," he said softly and taking a deep breath. //Lover, I like the sound of that.// "And lover sounds better than friend...because you already mean so much more to me than just a friend, Craig," he said softly pulling Craig closer and kissing him tenderly. Holding Craig close he closed his eyes never feeling more content, and safe, and cared for. Craig had stolen his heart already with his kindness, his compassion, and his beauty. // I've never met anyone so perfect. God I hope this does last, for once in my life, please let this be my forever. //

Craig closed his eyes and held on to David tightly, wanting to show him how very much he wanted and needed and cared for him. As David’s tongue gently pressed forward into his mouth, Craig’s hand trailed over his lover’s back, pulling him ever closer. It was an effort not to tell this perfect man how very much he was loved. Craig could almost taste the words in his mouth, and deepened the kiss to keep them from spilling out. Pulling away from the kiss only when he felt the overwhelming need for oxygen, Craig smiled at David and kissed a long, slow trail down his neck. “Lover *does* sound better,” he whispered. “In fact, it sounds perfect.”

David dragged in a ragged breath and smiled shivering slightly as Craig kissed his neck. Just being near this beautiful man was a blessing, and the fact he wants David was difficult to understand. How anyone this beautiful would want him was incredible. Pulling back slightly so he could look in Craig's eyes, David smiled happily and then kissed Craig tenderly again. "I wish we could stay right here all day...but I do have a stack of essays to grade," he said sadly.

Craig pulled away with a sigh. “How about we make a deal? It’s still early. We can take a nap, then I’ll help you somehow? I can at least find the grammatical errors and that might speed things up a bit. I’m sleepy and……” Craig felt his face flush and he rested his head on David’s chest, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “And….I’d kind of like….to…….well, to hold you again as I fall asleep. If you wouldn’t mind?”

"I'd love that actually," David said softly. "Want to go upstairs where it's more comfortable?" He'd never invited anyone to his own bed...and he wasn't sure that he could this time but maybe they could share Craig's bed? He hoped that wouldn't hurt Craig's feelings, but he couldn't quite take that step yet.

“Sounds perfect,” Craig said softly, placing a final soft kiss on David’s neck before disentangling himself and standing up. He turned and reached out his hand to pull David to his feet, pulling him close, finding himself unable to keep his hands to himself. He looked down, slightly embarrassed, and sighed. “Sorry,” he laughed. “You’re just so damn irresistible.”

David blushed to the tips of his ears and laughed softly, "No one has ever said that to me before, that's for sure," he said smiling and wrapping his arms around Craig kissing his forehead softly. Pulling back and taking Craig's hand they walked together upstairs. Instead of saying anything David just moved them toward Craig's room, praying that would be all right.

Craig studied David as they walked down the hall, wondering how on earth it was that no one had ever said those words to him. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to tell this gorgeous man, so much he wanted to make him believe in. But for now, simply holding him in his arms would be more than enough. As they entered Craig’s room, Craig closed the door behind them and turned to David with a smile. “Told you I was a cuddle whore,” he chuckled. “Glad I’m living with one of my own kind.”

Laughing David pulled Craig close and held him, "I never knew I was a cuddler really...until you. I have a feeling I'm going to learn a lot of things about myself I never knew until you came into my life," he said softly trailing his fingers down the side of Craig's face. // It's as if I never really existed before his touch, before he graced me with his smile. // Leaning forward he placed a soft kiss against Craig's lips then smiled. "So, I guess we um...well there's a bed, suppose we should take that nap," he grinned blushing.

Craig sighed into the kiss and looked up at David with a smile. “I think we’re both going to be learning a lot about ourselves *and* each other,” he whispered softly realizing how easily he could just stand there and stare into David’s eyes for the rest of the day. Shaking his head, he squeezed David’s fingers gently and turned to pull back the covers. “Yeah,” he laughed. “A nap. *That’s* what we came up here for. I *knew* there was something…” He started to unbutton his shirt, then hesitated. After what they’d shared the night before, simply taking his shirt off shouldn’t be an issue, but he suddenly felt inexplicably shy. // What if he doesn’t want this…..it’s *just* a shirt after all, but…… Or, what if he *does* want this and then realizes that it was too dark last night and he doesn’t find me attractive after all? Oh, BLOODY HELL. // His hands dropped to his side and he turned to smile at David, totally unsure of what to do or say next. // Gee, Parker. Aren’t you the impressive one with your witty banter? //

David looked at Craig for a moment wondering what was going on in his head. Looking down he took a deep breath and then looked back at Craig, "Um...I uh...well we slept in our clothes last night, can't say I'd like a repeat of that," he said knowing his face was glowing red. His hands moved to unbutton his shirt and then he stopped and crossed the short distance to Craig. "We are both stumbling over each other aren't we?" he asked softly as his hands moved to the buttons of Craig's shirt. He hoped Craig still wanted this in the light of day the way he seemed to last night. His hands stilled as he looked into Craig's eyes seeking permission to go on.

Craig released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as David spoke and reached out to finger the buttons of his shirt. Smiling at the look on David’s blushing, though still gorgeous face, he reached out and slowly began to unbutton his lover’s shirt. “Yeah,” he laughed softly, knowing that he was blushing himself as David’s fingers worked the buttons of his white cotton shirt, which was now rather wrinkled.. “We are stumbling a bit. I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Unbuttoning the last button of David’s shirt, Craig slowly pushed it back from David’s shoulders as his eyes took in the lean torso that he was aching to run his hands over. // Ok, Parker…tongue BACK in your mouth and eyes BACK in your head, please. //

"You aren't, not a bit uncomfortable," David whispered as he moved his arms to allow his own shirt to fall to the floor. His hands moved back to the remaining few buttons of Craig's shirt and as he pushed the material back he tried to resist the urge to trail his hands across the smooth skin and taut muscles he discovered. "You are so beautiful, Craig," David murmured softly not even realizing he'd said the words aloud.

Craig looked into the sparkling blue eyes in front of him and felt a shiver of desire run down his spine. “No,” he whispered softly. “That’s you. You are……….gorgeous, David.” Looking down, he was startled to find his fingers slowly dragging across David's collarbones and over his ribs. “Like the most treasured work of art. Perfect. So perfect.” His eyes found David’s once again and he drew in a ragged breath. Leaning in, he pressed his lips softly against David’s before drawing back and resting his head on David’s shoulder, trying desperately to calm his rapidly beating heart.

No one had ever told him he was gorgeous. David wrapped his arms around Craig and pulled him closer enjoying the feel of his skin warm against his own. Loath to break the contact but knowing he'd stand there all day holding Craig if he didn't move he pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed. Watching Craig, unsure what he should do. Sleeping in their jeans well...it would just be silly, besides after what happened the night before David was relatively sure they could take this step, they'd come this far already. He looked up at Craig and reached out for his waist pulling him closer. He looked into his eyes and whispered, "We'll be more comfortable...." he trailed off waiting a moment as his thumbs traced lazy circles at Craig's sides.

Craig’s breathing sped up as David pulled him close. He’d *never* felt this way before – it was passion and lust and love and…..more. It was all consuming. His mind and body responded to David’s touch in a way Craig had never thought possible. He reached down and placed his hands on each side of David’s face, searching his eyes for any hint of hesitation. “Yes,” he whispered softly, unable to keep his voice steady. “More…..comfortable.” Leaning down to press his lips against David’s, he slowly opened his mouth, inviting his lover’s slick tongue to explore as he moved his body even closer, praying that he hadn’t misread David’s intention. Feeling his heart skip a beat as David’s fingers trailed to the button of his jeans, he moaned softly, already feeling his cock beginning to twitch.

As Craig's lips parted David couldn't resist kissing him deeply, his tongue moving with Craig's as his hands blindly worked the button loose of his jeans. Slowly he slid the zipper down until he was able to push the faded material down Craig's hips and thighs. Pulling back to drag in a breath he felt his head spin but not exactly from the lack of oxygen. Craig was completely intoxicating, making his heart race, and just a kiss already had him so hard he ached. He worried that this might not be the best idea, but at the moment his brain wasn't entirely in control of the situation.

As David pulled back and took in a deep breath, Craig shifted his hips and felt his jeans slide to the floor. He wanted David with ever fiber of his being, more than he had ever thought it possible to want anyone. // Slow…..slow……you can’t tell him yet, but you can show him how you feel. // Leaning back, Craig reached down to take David’s hands in his own and slowly pulled him to his feet. No matter what he felt now, no matter what his body was telling him, Craig couldn’t face the thoughts of waking up worrying that David would regret their time together again. The uncertainty from just a few minutes before had broken his heart, and he couldn’t stand to see that look in David’s eyes again. He looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes and wrapped one arm around David, holding him close. His other hand trailed down to the button of his jeans and rested on the waistband. “I can stop if you want me to, David,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving David’s. “Just say the word. Or, if you can just trust me – for just this moment, just trust me right here and right now – tell me so, and I promise you won’t be sorry.”

As Craig helped him to stand up and put his arm around him David felt his heart leap in his chest. "I trust you," David whispered softly, willing Craig to go on. He was a little scared this would be like every other encounter he'd ever had, but part of him seemed to know that Craig was different. He felt cared for every time Craig looked at him, and that in itself was different than anything he'd ever experienced before.

Craig took a deep breath, knowing that those three words couldn’t have come easily to David. “Thank you,” he whispered, deftly unfastening David’s jeans with one hand as his other trailed gently over his back. Sliding the jeans down his lover’s legs, he held him tightly as David stepped out of them, leaving them in a pile on the floor. His eyes never left David’s as his fingers trailed across the muscles of his stomach and over his hips. Unable to keep from pulling him closer, Craig wrapped both arms around his lover, pressing their rigid cocks together and shifting his hips slightly, causing a delicious friction that made his head spin. He rested his lips against David’s and moaned softly. “Lie down for me?” he asked in a low voice.

David closed his eyes and moaned when Craig's body moved against his own. Opening his eyes again he nodded at Craig's request. Stepping back and settling down on the bed again he lay back unsure what he expected only knowing that he wanted Craig's body against his again.

Craig felt his cock begin to leak as he simply stood and stared at the gorgeous man lying in front of him. Unable to keep his hands off David for a moment longer, Craig lay down beside him and reached down to wrap his hand around David’s cock, letting his thumb circle the tip and spread the thick drops of fluid gathered there around the swollen head. Placing soft kisses along his lover’s jaw, Craig felt his hips arch forward, pressing his own cock against David’s thigh. “I want to taste you, David,” Craig whispered softly into his ear, nipping gently at the lobe.

As Craig’s hand closed around his aching flesh David's hips arched into the touch involuntarily. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath enjoying the feel of Craig's hand moving on him. When Craig whispered that he wanted to taste him he opened his eyes in surprise. He turned and looked at him for a moment, "You...you do?" he asked shocked. No one had ever done that, if that's what Craig meant. He blinked a few times. "You...you don't have to...I...haven't.." David stammered unsure if he could actually admit to Craig he'd never done that before if *that* is what he really meant. He lay there for a few moments unsure of what to say or do...if anything.

Craig immediately felt David’s body stiffen and heard the uncertainty in his voice. // Surely this can’t be the first time anyone’s wanted to love him this way? How could *anyone* be with this gorgeous man and not want this with him? // Determined to put his lover at ease, Craig’s lips trailed slow kisses back to his lover’s mouth. His fingers gently brushed over David’s heavy sac and across his thighs, soothing and caressing the soft skin as the fingers of his other hand carded through his hair. “I know I don’t have to, David. I *want* to,” he whispered against David’s lips. “Please?”

David felt his breath hitch in his chest as Craig's fingers moved over him. "I've...no one's ever..." he said softly unable to put voice to it. No one had ever wanted him in that way. He had done it for Richard but it had never been reciprocated, ever and his first boyfriend had been the same way. David closed his eyes for a moment trying to let all of that go. Craig was a different person, so very much different than those he'd been with in the past and he needed to remember that. "Yes," he said softly, "Please, Craig."

Craig closed his eyes and softly kissed David’s neck, letting his lips ghost over long collarbones, stopping to lick at the hollow between them as his hand gently urged his lover’s legs apart. Taking his time, wanting this to be perfect for the man he so adored, he rained small kisses down David’s chest and across his stomach, lowering his body at the same time until his mouth was level with David’s weeping cock and Craig’s body lay between his legs. Craig felt his own arousal leaking onto the sheet beneath him, simply the sight of his lover’s beautiful body enough to nearly drive him out of his mind. He gently placed his hands on David’s thighs and ran his tongue over the heavy balls, licking a long, wet trail up to his cock head and closing his eyes to savor the bittersweet fluid gathered at the tip. He looked up at David and lowered his mouth down the thick shaft, taking him deeply into his throat in one long, slow descent.

Tangling his hands in the bedclothes David moaned as Craig's tongue glided over him. When those beautiful blue eyes locked with his own and the hot moist cavern of Craig's mouth sunk slowly around his aching shaft he gasped and tried not to thrust into the inviting heat. He knew he didn't like it when someone did that to him so he bit his lip trying to control his body's urge to move. He couldn't take his eyes off of Craig the erotic image of his cock sliding past those perfect lips made him impossibly harder. "God, Craig," he moaned softly his mind barely able to process any thoughts, only feeling and emotion.

Craig felt David struggling not to thrust forward into his mouth. Slowly letting his tongue glide from the base to the tip of his lover’s cock, he lifted his head and pressed his lips against the ridge just below David’s cock head. “Don’t hold back, David,” he whispered. “Move if you need to. I want all of you.” With that, he reached up to gently disentangle one of David’s hands from the bedsheets, curling his own fingers around the clenched ones of his lover as his other hand gently kneaded the balls that hung heavy and swollen between David’s legs. Unable to help himself, Craig’s hips shifted forward on the sheets, the taste of David in his mouth making his cock ache and grow harder with each passing second.

David’s body felt as if it were on fire, and Craig's touch was the only thing that could stay that burning desire. As Craig wrapped his hand around David's and told him to move he closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep shuddering breath as Craig's mouth descended upon him again. A deep rumbling moan escaped him as he felt the tip of his cock touch the back of Craig's throat and he nearly bucked his hips forward when his lover swallowed around him. Crying out Craig's name softly he felt himself on the brink of ecstasy unable to hold back anymore he began to move slightly with Craig's movements. His orgasm was fast approaching and he moved his other hand down to tangle in soft dark hair. "Craig...I...oh God," he moaned biting his lip as his release seemed to slam into him.

Craig felt David’s body tense and knew that his lover’s release was near. As David finally allowed himself to thrust forward, Craig felt the soft sac in his hand draw upward and he ground his hips into the bed, finding his own release just as David’s seed filled his mouth and flowed down his willing throat. Nothing could have prepared him for the feel of the warmth and pure feeling that filled his body, knowing that this gorgeous man that he loved so very much had never felt *this* before, and had trusted Craig enough to allow him to be the first. He swallowed every drop of David’s release, his own orgasm not ending until David’s cock was milked dry. Squeezing his lover’s fingers tightly, he gently licked at the twitching cock in his mouth, cleaning him thoroughly before resting his head on David’s hip as he tried desperately to regain his breath.

David lay back trembling from the force of his release, his hand still wrapped with Craig's and the other moving gently through his lover's soft dark hair. Nothing had ever felt like *that*, nothing. Incredible, perfect, absolutely perfect. After a few moments he looked down expecting to return what Craig had done to him only to discover Craig had already found his release. He blinked trying to remember when that had happened. "Are you all right?" he asked softly.

Craig placed a soft kiss just above David’s hipbone and felt his face flush. He’d *never* found his release like that. Just the feel of David in his mouth and the taste of him on his tongue had made him lose all thoughts of time and space and come completely undone. // God, he must think I’m 14 and just out of puberty or something! // He quickly slid up David’s body and buried his face in David’s neck. “I…….I’m fine. I….just……was it good for you?” he whispered softly, afraid to look into David’s eyes.

David wrapped his arms around Craig holding him close, "God, yes...yes very," David said still a little shocked. "I've...God Craig no one's ever done that to me before. You are okay though? I well...I would have liked to do the same for you," he said softly feeling his face color.

Craig closed his eyes and held David even tighter. “I….I came when you did,” he said softly. “Just….tasting you, feeling you come undone was all it took.” Relaxing just a bit when he didn’t feel David laugh at him, he leaned back to look into his eyes. “I just wanted you to *feel* how much you mean to me,” he whispered. “I loved being able to make you feel that way.”

David reached up and ran his fingers through Craig's hair and leaned up kissing him tenderly, "You made me feel wonderful, Craig," he whispered. Laying back he pulled Craig to rest against him and wrapped his arms around him tightly. Just wanting to feel his lover's touch, just feel his heart beating in time with David's. He closed his eyes unable to believe how cared for he felt and he hoped he would always know that feeling now that he'd found it. Thinking that he felt a pang of worry that *this* would one day go away just like everything else. No one had ever made him feel this good, this content, this happy, and now that he'd found it he was terrified of losing it. He tightened his arms around Craig deciding he would do whatever he had to do to keep this man in his life.

Craig could almost taste the words ‘I love you’ on his tongue as David held him close. Entangling their legs, he slid an arm underneath David’s head and relaxed into him, sighing contentedly. He could feel that David cared for him…..now if only he could make him love him one day, he’d be the happiest man in the world. “This feels so good, David,” he said softly. “I don’t ever want to move. I could stay here with you forever. I love…….I…..I love just lying here like this.” Closing his eyes, Craig snuggled closer, biting his tongue and stifling a yawn. “I think I’m ready for that nap now,” he said quickly, hoping that David hadn’t heard him almost slip. He reached down and pulled the blankets over them, placing another kiss on the lips that he couldn’t get enough of. “Are you sleepy?”

David looked down at Craig as he stammered a bit. // Just wishful thinking you romantic fool. He was not about to say he loved you. No one ever has and no one ever will. If he can just care for you half as much as you care about him right now then it will be enough. It has to be. I can't ever go back from this. Not after knowing how this feels, how it feels to love him. I think I've fallen in love with him, actually I know it. I've known him for a little over two full days and I'm in love with him! I am a romantic fool like Richard always called me and I'm going to get my heart broken again, but somehow I know Craig is worth it. // He took a deep breath and smiled as Craig pulled the blankets over them. "Yeah, I am sleepy, mo ghrá," he said softly trying to stifle a yawn.

Craig was barely able to keep his eyes open as David spoke to him, his words muffled as he tried not to yawn. Pressing his lips close to his lover’s ear, Craig smiled. “Hmmm?” he murmured sleepily. “I missed that last part.”

"What? Oh, I uh, it was nothing," he lied closing his eyes and hoping Craig didn't press for more. He'd need to be careful, but at least he'd been able to call Craig his love in some language.

Craig nodded, feeling as if he’d missed something, but not knowing what. “I thought you said something….sounded like ’muh graw’, he said softly. Craig’s arms tightened around his lover and he closed his eyes, fighting to stay awake.

"Oh, it's Gaelic," David said softly stalling for what he could say it was, "um just means sleep well," he said wincing a bit wishing he hadn't lied to Craig but he wasn't ready to admit how much power Craig already had over him.

“Mmmm,” Craig said, nodding. “Then mo ghrá to you too, David.” His eyes fell shut before he could say anything else and he drifted off, a small smile playing on his lips as he felt David holding him tightly. // I love you, my beautiful David. I love you more than anything. //

David had to suppress the urge to laugh. // You are an idiot, David // he thought to himself. After he was sure Craig was asleep he whispered, "Codladh sámh, mo ghrá." // Sleep well, my love. // He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep holding the man who had stolen his heart he thought he had so carefully guarded for the last fourteen months.

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