11.Making Up is Hard to Do

11. Making Up is Hard to Do

"So…" Az shuffles on his feet, sneaking glances at me.

"So," I say back.

We're outside the coffee shop again. This time we're on much better terms. In fact, we're gazing at each other with dopey expressions on our faces. It's almost 11 at night, and we stayed inside talking until the baristas needed to close the store and kicked us out.

Now the coffee shop has closed and we're standing outside the entrance, wondering what to do. I don't really want to say goodnight yet.

"What should we do now?" he wonders.

"I have no idea." A thought strikes me, though it's not one we can act on. "It's a shame we can't touch. "

"You don't need to tell me," he agrees immediately.

"The natural thing to do after having an epic fight is a round of hot make up sex." Oh well. I get out my phone and start looking up nearby places that are still open.

"Hey, stop." He makes an urgent noise. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to find somewhere we can go—"

"For make-up sex?"

"What? No." I look up at him, confused and bewildered, only to find him staring at me with the same expression.

"You can't just dangle sex in front of me and then expect us to go twiddle our thumbs in a bookstore or something."

"But we can't actually touch. That makes sex difficult."

He rolls his eyes. "You're such a tease. Fine. What do you want to do then?"

Huh. There's actually only one thing running through my mind. Sex. I never should have brought it up. But it's not only me, it's that heated look in his eyes. The way he was so offended at the thought of doing anything other than being together.

Maybe we should have make up sex. Az and I are back together. Research partners. No, not only that. Research partners with benefits? Whatever. More than professional partners, we're interested in each other.

We agreed to be honest about our interest in each other, and I've been wanting to jump on him for a long time. Why should we pretend or ignore that any longer? We aren't too far from the university. We could…

"Look, I haven't worked out all the details yet, but I do know where we can get some privacy if you're interested."

"Lead the way," Az says before I've even finished talking.

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Once we arrive, Az barrels forward ahead of me, charging into the room—only to stop dead in his tracks in the doorway. "I'm not so sure about this anymore."

"What, are you having second thoughts?"

Az turns his head to smirk devilishly at me over his shoulder. "I'm fine with you trying to get me into bed. But getting me into futon? We aren't actually college students, you know."

Rolling my eyes, I shove him inside, by putting my hands on his shirt without touching his skin directly .

Since we were at the coffee shop, we came to campus because that was the closest place where we could be alone. I led us here, into the right building and past our office, to the student lounge.

"Were you expecting something more glamorous?" I tease him. "The view isn't much, but I thought it might be more comfortable here than in our office. I spent a lot of time in this lounge when I was a student, sleeping and studying between classes."

"Let me guess," Az says, smiling as he tries to picture me back then. "You had shorter hair and the same satchel bag. Sitting there at the table, chewing on a pen with your brow wrinkled while you read the boring parts in your textbook."

"I don't do that," I protest.

"You so do."

"So, this location works after all?"

He nods, watching me with a soft expression. "It works."

The student lounge in the magical studies building is little more than a square room with a table, kitchen sink, microwave, and futon. But it will work.

We lock the door and proceed to the futon, which Az stares at skeptically. "Do you think the other magical nerds will be happy we're having sex in here? "

"I try not to think about it, but it's definitely something that happens." On the bright side, few students should be around during the summer. This is as private and romantic a setting as we'll get on short notice.

Az and I awkwardly stand on opposite sides of the low futon. The scent of leftover pizza lingers in the air. How romantic. Only a futon's distance between us in the small room. We're so close and yet it's painfully obvious we can't get any closer.

Having sex is a lot more awkward when you're in the same room as the person you're dying to jump on but can't because of an electric curse that makes skin-to-skin contact impossible.

"What do we do?" I ask hesitantly.

"Please tell me you aren't a virgin," he replies, raising an eyebrow.

"I've had sex. I'm just not sure what to do here. "

"Don't tell me you're worse than a virgin—you're vanilla."

"Huh?"

"This really isn't so different from phone sex or video chat sex," he points out.

"Except we're both in the same room on the same bed…futon." I glance down at the thin cushion and worn fabric, hardly inviting.

"Should we go to separate rooms and call each other?" he suggests jokingly .

Rocking on the balls of my feet, I consider this. "No. Well... yeah, no." Shrugging, I continue, "I guess we just get naked and start touching ourselves?"

"Oh, McFly." He does a mocking swoon at my words. "You keep talking dirty to me like that and I might just blow first."

"Shut up," I grumble, unable to suppress a smile.

I take a breath and try to relax. We can do this. It's just sex. With a few additional caveats. I look to him for guidance, and he shrugs and shakes his head.

"It's not like I do this very often—not with another person, anyhow."

Oh, what a good opening for us to start dirty talking. "So, you do touch yourself?" I prompt him.

"I'm cursed, not dead," he fires back.

"No, I mean that sounds sexy...maybe? Make it sexy?" I almost beg.

"We're over-thinking this," he sighs. "Let's just get naked."

"Now who's talking dirty?" I tease.

"Both of us, hopefully."

Az rips off his clothes with lightning speed, like it's a race. As the only competitor in the imaginary race, he wins easily. He stands there in all his naked glory, not sure what to do when there are no clothes left to remove .

Fortunately, I know exactly what to do. Stare. And stare some more. Strong and muscled, his rich brown skin makes my mouth water. So sexy when he isn't being a jackass and snapping at me.

My awkwardness is forgotten because a naked Az is in front of me. Seeing his incredible muscular body, completely undressed, and baring himself for my gaze, it's impossible to not be aroused.

"Do you like what you see, McFly?" He wears a playful smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, uh, let me show you." I stammer, my hands trembling as I remove my own shirt.

My chest feels exposed, but also alive with anticipation. I run my hands over my chest, fingertips brushing against my nipples, causing them to harden. I'm trying to make Az hot and bothered, and by the way he watches every movement of my hands, it's working. He enjoys it when my fingers tangle in my hair or tweak a nipple— I like that too.

His eyes roam over my body, his breathing heavy. "Damn, I wish I could touch you," he growls, voice thick with desire.

"Oh yeah, then what would you do?" I smile. Now we're getting somewhere.

"Anything," he says. "Everything."

Well, that… that doesn't give me much to work with.

"Be more specific," I demand .

"You are sexy," he spells out in a robotic voice. "I want to put my hands on your body and touch your skin." Great, switching from too vague to too literal. He smiles smugly, knowing he's being unhelpful on purpose this time. "That what you're looking for?"

…okay, maybe he's still sexy even when he's a jackass.

"Come on, give me details," I say. "Are you a top or bottom?"

"Both."

"Ah, so you're versatile?"

He shakes his head. "Not exactly."

"Oh my god, seriously?"

"McFly, you're over-thinking it!"

"You're under-thinking it!"

"Alright, details? Fine. I'll give you details. Historically, I used to top, back when I had sex with actual guys and not my own hand or silicone. But that was years ago, so no, I'm not versatile. I'm not a top or bottom anymore. Pretty much open to all of it. I'm not gonna limit myself to any one thing, not until I get my fill of everything."

Be careful what you wish for.

"Okay, thank you," I say, at a loss for how to respond. "That's... well, it's not helpful, but it is what I asked for."

Az rolls his eyes and looks to the heavens or the cheap ceiling for help. "Gimme a break, McFly. "

"No judgment, I'm not judging! I'm just not sure what to do with that?"

His honesty is appreciated, but not totally appropriate for the sexy environment we're trying to create. I'd like to think about and address what he shared later, at a time when we aren't undressed and about to hold our hardening cocks in our hands.

"Well, there's only one common element in my fantasies these days." Az smiles softly. "You."

Wow. I think he hears my whimper. I'm just glad I don't melt into a puddle on the floor. "See, specifics are the key to dirty talk. That's a really, really good specific."

"Oh yeah?" he asks, his hand slowly drifting lower over his stomach.

I watch the journey of his hand with enough force that it's a good thing I'm not a firebrand or the smoke alarm would go off. I reach a decision. "Okay, we're over-thinking this."

"I said that first!"

"Really? Doesn't ring a bell." Time for the big guns. Without preamble, I strip off my pants and boxers and reach for my erection. "I'm just going to stroke myself and get myself off. You can join me, or you can just sit back and watch. You do like to watch, don't you?"

Az is distracted watching my hand. "Huh?"

"Like when we met. Thought I was alone. Flying through the air and you found me. I'd never done anything like that before, but there I went, putting on a show for you." This is nothing compared to that. In fact, this is easier. "All I have to do is touch myself and look at you."

"Fuck." Az groans and grips himself, hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

I tease the sensitive head of my cock while I watch him and imagine all the fun we could have—all the fun we will have one day. I stroke slowly, trying to make a show of it.

His eyes track the movement avidly, the fist at his side clenching and his other hand speeding up as he watches. He likes what he sees, which makes me shiver and try even harder to give him the best view.

"I wasn't sure what to say." His heated gaze doesn't look away from my hand. "But I do think about it, about touching you."

"Good." I shiver at the desire in his voice and keep stroking myself. "I do too."

Az seems down for about anything, not ready to rule anything out after so long. Guess I should be providing some examples of my own.

"I need to get my mouth on you," I tell him. "Wanna blow you so badly."

"Hng, s-sure."

"Imagine me sliding down your body, my lips brushing against every inch of your skin until I'm kneeling between your legs, taking you into my mouth, sucking you slow and deep. "

My mouth fills with saliva at just the thought. My eyes focus on the head of his cock peeking out from his fist. I imagine the salty masculine taste of him, stomach clenching with need. He'll taste so good and stretch my mouth, cause a pleasurable ache in my jaw.

"Fuck," he swears. "I won't last long if you do that."

"It's alright. I'll let you come the first time," I say sweetly with a wicked smile. "No promises after that. I'd tease you mercilessly, bringing you to the edge over and over again, until you're begging me."

"You think I'm gonna beg you?"

"Or until you're swearing at me and calling me every name under the sun?" I try again.

"Yeah, that sounds right. If you do that to me, you know I'm gonna have to get you back."

"How?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something. My ideas aren't so fancy. I've been thinking about just pushing you up against the nearest wall. Whenever you bite your lip or pout at me, whenever you say something annoying, I just wanna crowd you and lick all the words out of your mouth."

I imagine my hands caressing his strong arms, running through his dark hair with his body on top of mine as he kisses my neck, my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire down my chest as his lips move lower .

"Maybe I won't even take you out of your pants," he continues. "Just rut against you, make you forget whatever you were doing, get you as desperate as me."

"See," I say. "You have ideas after all."

Az smiles at me. "You're inspiring."

On full display and stroking myself for his approval, and that's what makes me blush. He definitely means I inspire him in a dirty way, but not only in a dirty way. Being able to inspire him, to give him hope after all this time… Well, my heart feels so full it could burst and my cock is about ready to burst too.

Jacking off is one thing, I could last a while just stroking myself, but jacking off while an eagle-eyed dragon shifter observes is entirely its own category of sexy and I need release soon. But…

"I don't wanna come first."

"Making me fall on that sword, McFly?"

"Kinda a weird metaphor." I give him a cheesy grin and wink for good measure. "You can fall on my sword anytime. I really don't mind falling on yours either."

I'm certainly bossy and decisive enough to top, though I enjoy bottoming more so that's what I prefer. It looks like Az has no objections either way. If you're going to fall on any sword, his is certainly to die for… This really is a weird metaphor.

He groans. "Mmm, okay I'm close... "

"Right there with you."

It doesn't take much more to start going over the edge.

We haven't touched each other once, haven't even been on the same bed, and yet all the sensations are still so visceral. So real, just because his eyes are hot and intensely fixed on me, because he's right here with me.

Touching or not, we're together. That's what matters.

"McFly," he groans through clenched teeth, his hips stuttering. I watch his white desire coat his hand and it's easy to join him, shooting cum all over my own hand. I keep stroking myself as I shake and shiver. The oversensitivity is a little much, but it's hard to stop since he's still watching.

I'm panting when I finally drop down onto my side of the futon and try to catch my breath.

After so long being denied, Az has to be even more desperate for my touch than I am for his. But he doesn't hesitate to walk down to the foot of the futon, keeping enough space between us so that we don't accidentally stop paying attention while we're happy and satisfied after an orgasm and make a mistake.

He doesn't want to hurt me again.

I wish I could throw myself into his arms. We just look at each other, gazes soft as we dream about all the things we'd do right now if we could .

Despite some self-consciousness, we navigated around the curse and managed a successful mutual jerk off session. I smile, hoping we'll only get better in the future. Az smiles back.