First Time Lovers

Chapter 2

“I won’t let you forget about what happened, Yuuri!”

They were standing in their shared bedroom, having a bit of an argument. A “bit” because Yuuri wouldn’t even acknowledge Wolfram’s claim.

“You were attracted to me! You liked kissing me! You can’t deny it now, wimp!” he attacked vehemently.

“It was merely that room that made me feel that way. It wasn’t my feelings at all.” It turns out that that bedroom had a spell placed on it at the request of the king. It made the occupants, in a word, horny. It made for him a more interesting sex life and any woman willing to sleep with him, not to mention the heightened sensations.

“That room was just a trigger. Admit it, you really DO like me!”

“Not like that, I don’t.” They stood there glowering at each other, chests heaving with exertion. Suddenly Wolfram’s expression changed.

“Then you won’t feel anything if I kiss you right now,” he smirked. He advanced toward Yuuri until the brunette’s knees hit the edge of the bed. He looked back at the bed then turned around to find Wolfram in his face. He held his hands in front of him.

“Yuuri,” he said almost threateningly.

“No, Wolfram!” He pushed hard and Wolfram, not expecting it, fell on his rear. He looked at Yuuri, shocked, then hurt flitted across his face. Yuuri instantly felt contrite. “Wolfram, I’m sorry,” he tried to help him up, but Wolfram pushed his hand away.

“No, thanks.” He stood up and brushed his clothes off. “I’ll sleep in my room tonight. Good night. See you in the morning.”

He brusquely walked to the door and when his hand was on the handle, “Wolfram, wait.” Wolfram paused but didn’t turn back. Yuuri felt sorry for hurting Wolfram and decided he’d let him have his way. One little kiss to prove he wasn’t attracted to Wolfram and put an end to this argument wouldn’t kill him. “I’ll let you.”

Wolfram turned hesitantly. “Are you sure?” he looked at Yuuri searchingly. Yuuri gulped and nodded. Wolfram could see how nervous he was and wasn’t sure he should really do anything. He took a step closer and watched Yuuri, waiting for a sign of his retreat. There was none; Yuuri stood his ground, waiting for Wolfram. He took another step. Yuuri continued to stay where he was. Wolfram closed the distance between them and stood almost nose-to-nose with him.

“Are you sure?” he asked one more time. Yuuri nodded. He gently placed his hands on Yuuri’s cheeks and tilted his head as Yuuri closed his eyes for the inevitable. Wolfram brushed his lips fleetingly across Yuuri’s lips before pressing more firmly. As he massaged Yuuri’s lips with his own Yuuri began to feel strange. He was expecting to feel grossed out without the influence of the castle’s magic, but he didn’t. His lips were tingling and his cheeks were getting hotter. His trembling hands came up of their own accord to cup Wolfram’s hands on his own face. He found himself tilting his head and kissing back. When Wolfram felt that he deepened it by opening his mouth and sliding his tongue out. Yuuri moaned when he felt Wolfram’s tongue and unconsciously mimicked the action. Soon they were frantically kissing each other, desperately as a drowning man gulps air. Their arms going around the other, hands wandering, slipping barely inside clothing, their tongues clashing. They had ceased to think and were acting merely on instinct. Yuuri sank his fingers into Wolfram’s silky wavy hair. He pulled at it and yanked it to bring him Wolfram closer to him but yanked a little too hard.

“Ow, Yuuri, don’t pull so hard,” Wolfram pulled away breathlessly.

“Sorry,” the Maoh grinned sheepishly. He pulled away suddenly, completely breaking their contact, eyes widened in shock. Wolfram had been right. He really was attracted to the blond. He looked back at Wolfram who was smirking with his arms still crossed.

“I was right.” Yuuri could nothing but gape at him. He was right and he was feeling very awkward. He never thought he’d be attracted to another guy. Wolfram opened his mouth to say something when he noticed Yuuri looked like he was sick. Just then Greta bounded into the room. She wanted to sleep with her father tonight. Yuuri looked relieved at an excuse to forget the incident that had just occurred. Of late they had been discouraging her from sleeping with them because she was getting too old, but Yuuri was glad of an excuse not to have to sleep with Wolfram alone. Wolfram was a bit miffed about the intrusion, but let it slide. He could see Yuuri needed some time to mull over his newly discovered feelings. The next few days Yuuri halfway avoided Wolfram. He wouldn’t look him straight in the eye and found excuses not to be alone with him. Wolfram put up with it at first, but finally got fed up when Greta was about to spend a fourth night with them. He put his foot down and told her she was too old to be doing this every night and to go to her own room. Yuuri started to protest but one glare from Wolfram and he backed down because he knew he was right.

When they were alone, “Yuuri, we need to talk.” He stood where he was; still looking at the door Greta had just exited by, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Yuuri was obviously trying to avoid this discussion and went to the bed, grabbing a pillow. Wolfram sat on the bed in front of Yuuri who was holding the pillow to his chest like it was a shield, not looking at Wolfram.

“Is it so horrible to like me? Am I so disgusting?” he asked almost heart breakingly. Yuuri looked down at the bedspread uncomfortably. His finger traced over the embroidery.

“It’s…not like that. I’m not used to this. I mean, we’re both guys,” he reasoned. Wolfram grabbed his hand, forcing Yuuri to look up. Wolfram’s face was close. He didn’t pull his hand away.

“So what, if we’re both guys? What does it matter as long as we like each other?” he said quietly but with an intensity that made Yuuri really hear them. As the words reverberated in his head, Yuuri could feel his cheeks reddening and his pulse speed up. He really liked Wolfram and here he was telling him it was okay to like him. He gave a little sigh of acceptance with this realization, his eyes fluttering closed, signaling for Wolfram to kiss him, which he did. The blonde gently moved their lips against each other for a few moments then pulled away. Yuuri looked at him dazed and slightly confused. He’d just started getting into it.

“What is it?” Yuuri questioned. Wolfram took their joined fingers and placed Yuuri’s hand on the back of his neck while pushing Yuuri’s shoulder with his other hand. Yuuri obediently lay down and Wolfram followed him after moving the pillow. He closed the space between their mouths and Yuuri wrapped his arms around Wolfram’s neck, running his fingers through Wolfram’s soft hair. They kissed languidly, taking their time and savoring it, their tongues gliding against one another’s. Finally Wolfram pulled away, their kiss ending with a small smack.

“What?” Yuuri questioned with puckered brow when he saw the serious look in Wolfram’s eyes. Wolfram brought his hand up to Yuuri’s cheek and brushed his thumb across his cheekbones tenderly.
“I don’t want you to feel I’m forcing you.” Yuuri suddenly blushed and looked at Wolfram’s shoulder shyly.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” he stammered. “Oh, just kiss me,” he said quickly pulling the blonde’s head down and reaching up with his mouth. Wolfram kissed with more fervor this time and Yuuri responded in kind. He moaned when Wolfram slid his leg between his and rubbed his thigh against his crotch; he couldn’t help but rub back. Wolfram slid his hand down Yuuri’s neck to his chest, moving his hand down Yuuri’s neck to his chest, moving his hand in a circle before undoing the buttons on his pajama top. Marveling on the softness of Yuuri’s skin, he moved over to a nipple and pinched gently. Yuuri gave a little moan, arching into the touch and throwing his head back. Wolfram moved to Yuuri’s neck, kissing, nibbling, and swiping his tongue across his collarbone. Yuuri moaned more which encouraged Wolfram to move his hand down further. He slipped his hand down Yuuri’s pajama bottoms and grasped his nascent erection before Yuuri could protest, but he only moaned, bucking his hips into the touch. Wolfram stroked lightly up and down the shaft, then used more firm strokes. His fingers slid into the slit at the top, feeling the precum that had gathered there. As Wolfram continued stroking Yuuri’s cock the brunette could do nothing but moan and pant, crying out when Wolfram sucked his nipples. He dug his hand into Wolfram’s hair and tightened his grasp as he came, crying out and bucking his hips into Wolfram’s hand. He flopped back onto the bed boneless and panting, barely aware as Wolfram wiped him down. After a moment he came back to himself to find Wolfram brushing his hair aside and watching his face with an angelic and peaceful expression on his face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen that expression on his face. Wolfram was usually angry with him. It made him looks ten times more beautiful.

“Let’s go to sleep okay?” Wolfram said after a quiet moment. Yuuri merely nodded, dazed. He didn’t think Wolfram had come but was too embarrassed to do anything about it or even ask. So he just curled up against Wolfram and they fell asleep like that.