13. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Bennet ~Still Day Twelve~

I don’t know what’s gotten into me, only that if I don’t kiss Quinn right this second my head might actually explode. One moment I’m staring down into his brown eyes and then the next I’m holding his face and kissing his lips.

I’m about to pull back so I can apologize, but then the most surprising thing of all happens. Quinn starts kissing me back.

His lips feel perfect against my own and the little breathy noise he makes threatens to bring me to my knees. Which would be somewhat disastrous in the water so I do my best to stay upright.

Quinn’s hands go around my back, holding onto me tightly. He opens his lips and I’m powerless to do anything other than let it happen, allowing his tongue into my mouth to touch my own. He still tastes like the fruit he couldn’t stop eating during lunch.

I’m washed away. I need him. I want him. I love him . Quinn. Quinn. Quinn.

Quinn’s hands against my skin leaves me shivering despite the water being the perfect temperature. My stomach swoops violently. He’s kissing me back just as fiercely as I’m kissing him, even more so.

A little voice in the back of my head is screaming for me to slow down, to talk things out with Quinn so he understands how big of a step this is for me. I need to tell him how much I care about him.

My mind might be telling me to slow down but my body is screaming at me to keep going. I should be enjoying every second of this. I should be memorizing every little noise Quinn makes so I’ll never forget just how perfect he feels against my chest. I should be living in the moment because I have no idea what the future holds or just how many Friday the 13th’s we’ll have to live through.

Fuck, this is so confusing yet nothing has ever felt so right.

Eventually, we have to pull back in order to breathe and I stare down into Quinn’s dark eyes. They look so strange now that I’m looking into them without his glasses on. I can’t help but smile. This entire situation is so ridiculous in nature. I’m kissing the man I love but he doesn’t know I love him and we’re stuck in a fucking time loop together while visiting the fae realm. It’s absurd, yet I can’t find it in myself to regret a second because it’s somehow lead me to here, to this moment, to kissing Quinn.

“That was,” I start to say, unable to finish my sentence because a giggle escapes, all the giddiness inside my chest escaping.

“Yeah, it was,” Quinn says, grinning from ear to ear. His brown eyes are so bright. I run my fingers over his cheeks, feeling the beard he hasn’t bothered shaving. “We’re only getting started.”

“Oh, yeah?” My chest blooms with warmth that feels a whole lot like hope. Maybe this doesn’t have to be the one and only time we do this. Maybe there’s a chance he feels the same for me that I feel for him.

His fingers move from my back to my chest, running over the spattering of chest hair I have there. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Absolutely not. Please, Quinn.” The words leave me without my permission, forced out of my throat. I don’t want him to stop. I’m pretty sure my heart will literally shatter if he stops touching me.

“I’ve got you, Bennet,” he breathes out. Instead of kissing my lips again, Quinn’s mouth finds the underside of my jaw. I close my eyes and allow myself to have this, to experience it to its fullest.

Gods, his mouth feels downright divine and I feel my cock perk up at what’s going on, filling with blood. Sparks dance across my skin. I pull Quinn against me until our bodies are plastered together. I feel his erection press against my hip and a moan leaves me.

“Oh gods,” I gasp out, unable to keep myself from pushing myself against him, grinding our groins together. The water laps around us, disturbed by our movements.

Quinn nibbles my skin until I’m positive there will be a mark left behind when this is all said and done. Knowing it won’t be there in the morning leaves me with a sadness in my chest but it’s easy to push that away. I need to stay in the moment. Quinn is going to get all of my attention. He deserves all of me.

“Fuck,” Quinn says, pulling back. He takes my hand and starts leading us towards the shore of the pond. “I can’t properly get my mouth on all the places I want to because of the water. Come on, Bennet.”

We step out of the water and for the first time, I can see all of Quinn completely naked. His back is to me, giving me the perfect view of his ass and toned back. Gods, he’s sexy as fuck. I have the overwhelming desire to sink my teeth into the flesh of his ass.

Quinn turns us around until I’m walking backwards. His eyes look me up and down, hunger clear in his brown eyes. I carefully climb backwards onto the boulder, thankful that the top is smooth and flat.

Quinn follows me up. For someone who spends most of his time reading books and teaching magic, Quinn is toned and strong. My eyes dart down to his cock. I lick my lips, thinking about how good its thickness would feel against my tongue. I want to taste him. But that’ll have to wait because it seems Quinn has other plans for me today.

I watch with wide eyes as Quinn runs his hands over my stomach and chest, getting a feel for me. His fingers dance across my hip, stopping for a moment before carefully running his finger over each indent that wyvern teeth once left behind. He’s tender and careful.

“It’s hard to believe you survived something this big biting you. A scar to show just how fucking strong you are, Bennet. How lucky it is that I got to meet you,” Quinn says, his voice breaking on the last sentence.

“I think about him a lot and how close I was to losing it all. Really puts life into perspective. Tomorrow isn’t promised.” There’s a pause before I snort. “Unless you’re stuck in a time loop I guess. Then today is promised. Or something, I don’t know.”

Quinn giggles and shakes his head at me. The intensity of his eyes doesn’t leave but there’s overwhelming joy there now. He leans down until his lips are pressing against my hip. “Does it hurt today?”

“All this hiking has left me pretty sore,” I admit softly.

Quinn shakes his right hand in the air, muttering a few words under his breath before placing his palm against my hip. His hand is burning hot and feels so good against my hip, soothing some of the ache away. My chest aches with how much I adore him.

“Come here,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper as I’m overcome with emotion.

I grab his shoulder and tug him up. Quinn’s body lays atop mine and it feels so fucking good. My hands sweep over his back before pushing against his ass until he’s thrusting against me. I moan before taking his mouth in a kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth.

This feels so fucking good, just moving against each other. By this time, the sun has started to set and the stars are starting to come out overhead. The sound of insects and nocturnal animals and the waterfall are the only background noises going on besides our panted breathing.

“Fuck, this feels so good, Bennet,” Quinn gasps out. His mouth never stops moving, if he’s not kissing my lips he’s sucking on my neck or placing kisses against my chest. His hips move against me, pushing our erections together over and over. My body is alive from his touch, overwhelmed just from this, just because it’s him touching me.

“Yeah, keep going. Please.”

“I want to taste you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, anything you want, Quinn. You can have anything.”

Quinn’s eyes snap up to meet mine, like he’s trying to see how truthful I’m being, but I’m telling the honest to gods truth. He could ask anything of me and I’d fight within my power to give it to him.

He scoots down the boulder in order to kneel between my legs. Without any teasing or fanfare, Quinn takes my cock into his mouth. The heat and wetness of his mouth is overwhelming. I cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck! Oh gods, Quinn. Fuck, that feels so good. Your fucking mouth, holy shit!”

Quinn’s eyes sparkle with amusement as he takes me as deep into his mouth as he can. The tip of my cock is snug against his throat and I almost lose it right then and there but somehow, I’m barely able to keep my composure. I want to stretch this out, enjoy it for as long as I can.

I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from Quinn’s face. I watch as his lips stretch around my cock, a little bit of spit starting to drip from the side of his lips down his chin. He wraps one hand around the base of my dick, using it to stroke the part he can’t quite get into his mouth. His other hand is between his own legs, stroking himself.

Fuck, that’s so hot, that he’s getting off to this. Somehow sucking my dick is turning him on. I completely get it because if this was reversed, I know I’d be tempted to rub myself against this rock because I’d be that turned on.

“I’m so close,” I murmur, wanting to give Quinn a bit of warning. I bury my fingers in the long hair at the top of his head, marving at how fucking soft it is even from being a little damp from the water.

My hips give a little thrust and I suck in a sharp breath as pain from my hip lances through me. After that I stay completely still, letting Quinn do all the work, determined that next time, I’ll be the one to get him off instead of the other way around.

It doesn’t take long before I’m crying out, my orgasm rushing through me. Quinn pulls back, stroking me quickly, the tip of my dick against his tongue.

“Fucking hell, Quinn,” I gasp out at the sight he makes. My cock throbs as cum splashes from my tip, landing on Quinn’s tongue. He wanted me to be able to see this, to see myself coming in his mouth. That makes this entire situation even hotter.

My eyes finally close as I’m overwhelmed with pleasure, lightning sparks running over every part of my skin as I come. Quinn wraps my cock in his mouth once more, licking me completely clean until I’m quivering with being too sensitive.

I lay back against the rock fully, letting out a long, content sigh. I need a moment to compose myself again because Quinn has turned me into a giant pile of orgasmic goo. Fuck, that was so good.

Quinn shuffles back onto the rock, laying his head against my chest. I wrap my arms around him, pushing my nose against his hair and just breathing him in.

“Give me one second and I’ll happily return the favor,” I murmur out.

“Oh umm, there’s no need,” Quinn says shyly. I open my eyes and look over at him, finding him blushing bright red. “Sorry. Seeing you come was really fucking hot. I may or may not have accidentally come all over the rock down there so be careful where you put your toes tonight.”

I groan before I can stop myself. “Sorry, that’s just really hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah,” I tell him, turning slightly so I can softly kiss his lips again. We both sigh into the kiss, like this isn’t a good night or goodbye kiss but instead the kiss that signals that this is only the beginning.

Quinn feels so right against me like this. I want to spend every single night just like this, wrapped together after making each other feel good. I want to wake up next to him and know what his hair looks like first thing in the morning. I want to be the one to hand him his glasses right when he wakes up.

My chest hurts from how much I ache for this, how much I long for all of this to be real come tomorrow.

I stare up at the sky, marveling at all the stars above us. I feel so small, yet in Quinn’s eyes, he makes me feel so important despite that.

I love him. I love him so much it hurts. I can’t keep these feelings to myself a moment longer. He needs to know that I love him, even if that means I spend the rest of my life in this time loop with him at arm’s length. If there’s going to be a chasm between us, it’s from him putting it there, not me.

“Quinn,” I whisper, trying to get his attention. I turn and look at him, finding him already softly snoring.

Okay, so my plan changes slightly but my resolve is still set. Come tomorrow, we’ll wake up back in our apartments and I’ll make the most of it. I’ll finally tell Quinn that I love him and deal with whatever fallout might come from that. Telling him will be worth it, I just know it.

All my fears wash away as I stare down at him sleeping. He’ll know. He’ll be able to choose how he reacts, either way, I’ll finally be free of all the what if’s inside me.

For better or for worse, tomorrow will be the most important Friday the 13th so far.