-AUDO'S SHOTS OF SUMMER-
TITLE | PROMPT | LINK |
"Aime-moi Moins" | 20 Minutes or Less | [x] |
aime-moi moins.
PROMPT: 20 MINUTES OR LESS
CONTENT WARNING: NUDITY, SEX
PROMPT: 20 MINUTES OR LESS
CONTENT WARNING: NUDITY, SEX
Three months after we started f*cking, Chance kissed me for the first time.
Our first time together I kissed only the tiles of the locker room showers. Chance, the captain of our lacrosse team, pressed into me and slurred harsh in my ear. His chest fit against my back; his hands on my hips. Tiles cold. The rest of the team had left and celebrated winning the last game of the season with booze and trophies. Chance, well, he celebrated it with me. He bit my ear and told me how much he thought of me. Said he would watch me play, watch me change. Watch the way water droplets would cling to my skin as I toweled off.
"Made you shine," he said, his voice all peppermint and alcohol. He laughed and rested his face against my shoulder. "Like bronze." I could feel his grin against my skin, teeth almost cutting.
The shower doused us, water running between our bodies and circling the drain. I closed my eyes, tried to pull away, mentally, from it all. His voice sounded distant to me even as he pressed inside. Even as I lost my virginity before I had my first real kiss.
After, we sat on the shower room floor. Our backs rested against the dividers between showers and we stared forward and away. I tried not to look at him. The few times I did, he wasn't looking at me anyway. He had his knees up and his arms closed. Methodically he'd scratch at the side of his wrist. We didn't bother shutting the shower off and it continued to rain.
"You, uh, you did pretty good," he stammered. "In the game, I mean. That last goal of yours." He picked at the skin around his wrist harder. "Your dad'll be proud."
I tried to imagine what my dad would've thought if he knew about this.
"You still won for us in the end," I said. "Without you, we wouldn't ha--"
"We could do this, you know. Us, I mean. If you want."
"Oh."
"You can't tell anyone."
"Right..."
"But we could do it. Like, for real. You and me."
"Right."
"I like you, Novah."
"Yeah, okay."
"You want to?"
"Okay."
That was how it started.
Our first time together I kissed only the tiles of the locker room showers. Chance, the captain of our lacrosse team, pressed into me and slurred harsh in my ear. His chest fit against my back; his hands on my hips. Tiles cold. The rest of the team had left and celebrated winning the last game of the season with booze and trophies. Chance, well, he celebrated it with me. He bit my ear and told me how much he thought of me. Said he would watch me play, watch me change. Watch the way water droplets would cling to my skin as I toweled off.
"Made you shine," he said, his voice all peppermint and alcohol. He laughed and rested his face against my shoulder. "Like bronze." I could feel his grin against my skin, teeth almost cutting.
The shower doused us, water running between our bodies and circling the drain. I closed my eyes, tried to pull away, mentally, from it all. His voice sounded distant to me even as he pressed inside. Even as I lost my virginity before I had my first real kiss.
After, we sat on the shower room floor. Our backs rested against the dividers between showers and we stared forward and away. I tried not to look at him. The few times I did, he wasn't looking at me anyway. He had his knees up and his arms closed. Methodically he'd scratch at the side of his wrist. We didn't bother shutting the shower off and it continued to rain.
"You, uh, you did pretty good," he stammered. "In the game, I mean. That last goal of yours." He picked at the skin around his wrist harder. "Your dad'll be proud."
I tried to imagine what my dad would've thought if he knew about this.
"You still won for us in the end," I said. "Without you, we wouldn't ha--"
"We could do this, you know. Us, I mean. If you want."
"Oh."
"You can't tell anyone."
"Right..."
"But we could do it. Like, for real. You and me."
"Right."
"I like you, Novah."
"Yeah, okay."
"You want to?"
"Okay."
That was how it started.
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