There really isn’t anything I can say to excuse the sheer fricken LATENESS of this update. I had mostly given up on writing, but for two wonderful stars in my life that cajoled/threatened me into PERSEVERING, and so here is your update.

I WANT TO APOLOGISE TO ALL MY READERS AND REVIEWERS FOR BEING THE WORLD’S SUCKIEST UPDATER AND I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW HOW FRICKEN MUCH YOUR REVIEWS MEAN TO ME, AND YES, EVERY SINGLE REVIEW I GOT FROM YOU GUYS WAS LIKE A LITTLE KNIFE OF GUILT STABBING INTO MY HEART AND ANKLES (I figure ankles would probably be one of the most painful places to get stabbed O_O) AND THANK YOU ALL SO SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS AND THE SUPPORT THAT KEPT COMING WHILE UPDATES DIDN’T. YOU GUYS MEAN SO MUCH TO ME AND I WANT TO MARRY OUT ALL AND HAVE YOUR BABIES, OR LET YOU HAVE MY BABIES, OR AT LEAST HAVE A HAMSTER WITH YOU AND THEN FIGHT OVER ITS NAME AND WHO GETS CUSTODY OF IT WHEN WE DIVORCE ;___;

I’ll stop going on and on now. YOU CAN GO READ THE CRAPPINESS THAT IS FORTH. This, by the way, is the penultimate chapter.

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BUBBLES

XVIII-Syl

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Fuck, he feels good.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Is he supposed to feel so good?

His skin is pale and warm and soft and fuck, his nipples are delicate and pink and gorgeous (since when does the little bastard have such gorgeous nipples?), and when I scratch my nails over them he arches against me, and I feel his body, his hard little skinny geek body, so close, so fucking close, and I want him, I want him so much…I kiss him, tracing my way down his body with my lips: I kiss the tender space beneath his jaws, the side of his neck where the skin is almost translucent, slide my tongue into the hollow at the base of his throat, bite slightly along his collarbone, hard bone beneath fragile pale skin, down his bony chest, I swipe my tongue across his nipple, and then across to bite at the other and fuck, I feel them hardening, soft and then all hard and hot and I draw back and there’s a string of saliva still linking his stupid gorgeous nipple to my tongue until it breaks and I just kiss his mouth again…he’s whimpering like the idiot his is, and I want him so much it’s like my whole body is on fire and the only way I can calm it down is my sinking myself deep and hard into him.

I tear myself away from him and he gives me a glazed, dazed look…I’m going way too fast for him, but he’s hard, and my hands are at the waistband of his trousers, and I pull it down and he’s fucking hard, that fucking so-called bubblesexual…a few seconds of making out and he’s already hard and trembling and he keeps letting out these little gasps and when I reach for his boxers to pull them down, he grabs by wrists and stutters:

“W-W-what what what, Syl, w-w-wait, Syl, what-what…” I lean forward and shut him up with a kiss, and he just carries on whimpering vaguely against my mouth, so I reach into his mouth – his lovely wet little mouth that can spew such adorable trash – and touch his tongue with mine and he bucks against my hand, so I pull down his boxers – his stupid Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles boxers.
He goes quiet then, and I pull back and his tongue kind of follows mine and for a few second we stand with our faces mere inches from each other’s, our shared saliva between our tongues, his wide brown eyes just staring at me.

“Syl…?” he half-whispers weakly.

I lean forward again, and say, right against his ear: “I’m going to fuck you.”

He cries out in what sounds like an adorable mixture of surprise and fear and barely-concealed excitement and he’s so flushed and gorgeous and delicious and he tries to scramble away from me, his trousers and boxers tangled around his legs, his dick between his thighs, all hard and pink and fucking gorgeous. I use the distance between us to completely remove his trousers and boxers and throw them over my shoulder, hearing something crash behind me but not caring, and then I just push him back against the floor and lie down right on top of him, and I rub myself against him and he just gasps and shuts his eyes tight and his arms just grab me, and he hides his face in my shoulder and fuck, I want to be naked and to feel him and I want his mouth on my dick and I want to taste him all over and see him all over, and I want my hands all over his body and his tongue over mine and I want him to scream out my name and…

I stand up, grab Dale’s hand and half-run, half-lurch out of the living-room, scrambling up the stairs and into his room, dragging him after me as he stumbles and protests weakly. When we’re in his room, I throw everything off his bed, tossing magazines and video games carelessly aside, push him down onto the dark blue covers, and then fight my own clothes off me, kicking away my trousers and underwear.

I sit on the edge of the bed and, hit by inspiration, I make Dale sits on the floor, and he does.

I open my legs and make him sit closer and he does, his eyes bright and shiny and his mouth plump with kisses and his face flushed warm erotic pink and he looks like some kind of bad porno actor about to get fucked 7 ways into Sunday and I love it.

I grab him by his stupid shaggy hair and draw him closer.

“Dale. Open your mouth.” I order calmly.

“Wha – S – S – Syl…?” Dale stutters.

I lean towards him, and kiss his cheek in a fatherly fashion and say quietly:

“Dale, I want you to lick my cock.”

He tries to yank back, but I’m holding him safely by his hair and just maintain him close.

“Please? Do it? Dale…” I whisper pleadingly.

“But…but….it’s…” he just protests in a voice that’s high-pitched with panic.

“Daaale…” I whine.

He looks down, all flushed and embarrassed and mutters:

“I’ve never done anything like that before.”

Fuck.

He is so fucking hot.

“That’s fine. Nevermind that. Do it?”

He hesitates and then he swallows, hard, and then he raises his hands, and they are trembling, and he takes me in his hands. His touch is light and delicate, like he’s holding something precious, and I want to just come on his face, but then I want to come in his mouth and I want to come inside him and oh fuck, I wish he’d just do it already…

Dale pokes his stupid lovely pink tongue out and then, after what seems like forever, he just….licks it. A gentle, soft, warm, wet lick across the tip and fuck, fuck fuck why is he so gentle and fucking sexy and hesitant and….I shudder and precum pearls at the tip of my cock.

Dale, looking a little doubtful, gives another tentative lick, swiping away the drop of precum. He grimaces a little after he swallows, and says: “Tastes weird.”

What the…? Oh yes, well done, way to ruin the mood, dorkboy.

“What do you think yours tastes like?” I snap back.

He frowns, and asks with a certain amount of worry in his voice: “You think mine tastes bad?”

He licks my cock again, for no apparent reason, and my smart comeback dies in my throat, coming out as a sort of semi-gasp, semi-yell that is embarrassing as hell, but fuck it, I’m too horny to care.

“Fuck! Dale!” I choke out. “I fucking need to…ugh…Dale, get on the bed get on the bed get on the bed, like, now.”

Dale gives my cock a third lick – seems the dork’s taken a liking to licking my dick, not that I’m complaining – and looks up to say in his Buddist monk voice: “Syl. Dude. Calm down.”

Fucking – calm down? How can I calm down? The fricken idiot I’ve wanted for longer than I care to remember is naked, kneeling between my thighs and giving my cock experimental little licks and he’s asking me to calm down?

“I can’t calm down,” I hiss. “I want to fuck you. Get on that bed.”

“Uh, Syl – ” Dale starts saying, and I grab him by the hair, haul him up and kiss him hard. His hands sort of wind around my neck, and for a moment it feels like he’s trying to push me back, but then it feels like he’s pulling me closer because he’s opening his mouth and letting my tongue in, but then I’m not sure and I don’t think he’s sure either so I pull him down on the bed with me and touch his pretty leaking cock and he just moans and lets me.

At this point, I start thinking that the whole reluctant, clueless virgin thing might have been just an act. I think Dale might have secretly been wanting me for ages as well. Or at least he’s gay. Or seriously frustrated, sexually speaking. I suppose the only way to test this theory would be to fuck him a second time after we’re done and see if he’ll go for it. Surely, if he does when he has just been satiated, it will prove that he actually enjoys being fucked by me? Well, who could blame him anyway? Anyone would enjoy being fucked by me. Girls live on the mere hope that I might have the kindness to grace them with a glorious Syl Fuck™.

And then, I stop thinking. Because Dale has just rolled us around and is lying on top of me, leaning on one elbow, biting at my jaw and raking his nails down my stomach. That kinky bitch! I sit up, holding his shoulders so he’s straddling me for a second, and then I dip him backwards, so I’m back on top of him, but this time I’m between his legs, his knees parted around his hips, my crotch grinding right into his, making me catch my breath before I hiss: “Exactly what are you trying to do, you stupid fuck?”

Dale arches against me, bucking his hips in little jerky movements, his hands sliding up to tangle in my hair.

“You’re going too slow,” he whines –sexually frustrated little moron – “don’t you want this to happen at all?”

I sit up, kneeling between his legs, and stare down at him.

“Are you fucking serious?”

I grab his cock before he can reply, and his head rolls back, hanging from the edge of his bed, his darkish dorky hair sticking to his neck and temples in sweat-drenched coils.

“Not so bubblesexual now, huh, you horny little whore!” I hiss nastily.

He shudders, his mouth opening in a quiet gasp, his hands fisting into the blankets, and chokes out:

“I can’t help it that you’re hot.”

His words translate into pure liquid pleasure shooting straight into my cock and I buck against him, pushing my cock against him and clenching my fist around both. He squeals at the feeling, and I look up at him and he is so flushed and pretty at this moment, all sweaty and loud in the way he’s squeaking and gasping and muttering little incoherent things and I start muttering too, leaning on one elbow at his side so my face is next to his and I can feel the warmth emanating from his cheek and my mouth is right next to his ear, and I say, in no particular order:

“You are so fucking hot, I’ve wanted you so, so fucking long, you fucking idiotic little git, you’re not even pretty and I generally have taste but fuck fuck fuck I love you, you fucking bastard, I love you I love you I love you I want to fuck you forever and I want you to be mine, mine, fuck you, mine, and God you are so gorgeous and beautiful and perfect and I fucking love you and –”

And then it all becomes too much for me, and like a fucking teenager wanking at a his first porno mag I come, jerking violently at the sheer fucking intensity of the orgasm that literally rips through me, a hoarse shout of ecstasy escaping my throat, muffled too late when I press my mouth to Dale’s jaw, fully exposed due to the fact that he’s also coming and has thrown his head back with one long squeaky dorky moan. I hardly notice the fact that his hand is clasping the back of my neck and pressing my head close to his neck, I just crash down on top of him, feeling the warm sticky wetness of our come on his stomach against mine and not caring, at all. Pressed up against him, my chest against his bony chest, my hips against his bony hips, my cheek pressed to a bony collarbone, I promptly do what any self-respecting man would do after such a mind-blowing orgasm post-first time sex with the person he loves, and fall asleep on top of Dale.

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A/N: I have nothing to say, apart from THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE, EVERYBODY, GOD KNOWS I DON’T DESERVE IT, AND FUDDDGE I LOVE YOU PEOPLE AND ALSO:

I TOTALLY NEED TO THANK TWO VERY VERY VERY SPECIAL AND BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, FOR THE SUPPORT AND THE LOVE AND THE THREATS AND THE HOT MONKEY SEX AND OTHER THINGS WITH GENERALLY GOT ME WRITING AFTER MY SELF-IMPOSED EXILE FROM THE PENLAND: millions of thanks and love and gropes to Dougwina, and myhotlesbianloverMurwat. You are both too wonderful for words to describe and OMG I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH IT HURTS MY HEART AND MAKES MY KNICKERS ALL WET :’3

Oh, and for all it’s worth: this chapter is dedicated to Murwee. ‘CUZ YOU’RE A LEGEND AND A MIDGET AND ARE TOTALLY IN THE CLOSET AND HAVE TENTACLE PORN ON YOUR LAPTOP ^3^