Chapter 76: Safe Space?

I showered and changed into a sweater dress. Figured I wouldn't go out of the house again, only to be wrong.

While eating dinner, Mrs. Ito asked, "Bokuto, will you be staying here tonight?"

To which he responded, "No. My dad left, had a work emergency or something like that." He turned to me, "Oh Baby Bird, think you can come over and help me stash the stuff from your family? And I wanted to show you some of the stats on the teams you'll be up against."

"Um," I glance over to Mrs. Ito for approval, she only smiles. More smug than before. She knows. She knows that there's a hidden part of his itinerary. She knows we'll be shut away, in his room. She knows I'll be home as late as possible. She knows, so no point in saying no. "Yeah."

She giggles a bit and after dinner says, "Don't worry about the dishes, you two go ahead."

I hesitate. Bokuto does not. He's to my room and grabs the bag he stashed in there from Christmas. He grabs my hand and pulls me for the door.

Once we're next door we head for his room and I expect to see Mrs. B, but I don't.

"Where's your Mom?"

"She was working late tonight to try and stay away from Dad as long as she could. And now that she knows he's gone, she agrees to go out for drinks with a few of her co-workers. So, it's just us." He sat on the floor next to the bag and glanced up at me, asking, "Is that okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded. Watching him. He seemed so far away.

"Good, now help me go through this," he said, unzipping the bag.

"Okay," I was supposed to sit down beside him. I had every thought to sit down beside him. But my body decided, on its own, to instead, place one leg on either side of him and sit myself in his lap. It was all one motion. Sitting, looping arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine. It all came together so swiftly.

Our lips moved together to smooth. His body feeling so warm, so inviting, I can't help but to want to be close. And he doesn't mind. He's not pulling and tugging and gripping at me. This time it's me. My moment of wanting him and he seems to be enjoying it.

He pulls back only slightly, lips still brushing as he laughs, "Or we can do this first." Before bringing his lips back to mine.

Now his hands reach, grabs, pulls me towards him and holds me tight as we kiss. My hand finds its way to his hair, while his hands pull at my hips, rolling my body over his stiffening member. A shiver moves up my spine, tingles filling my stomach and my hips move.

He tightens himself around me before standing, from the floor and moving over to the bed. He eased me down and pulled away. Quickly he snatched his shirt off and brought his body back down to me, netting his hips between my legs. I feel him, pushing against me with his sweatpants on. Such thin layers of loose fabric between up. But even that seems to be getting stripped away.

His large hand moves up my thigh as his other hand, holds him up, hovering above me. My dress is pushed up as his hand moves.

His finger loops into the side of my panties, and when he starts to pull them down I lift my hips to help. Wondering if I should. But it's done. And I don't think about it until the panties are off my body and tossed to the floor.

"You okay?" He asks, softly his lips teasingly close.

"Yeah," I breathe, drawing my lips back to his. His fingers begin to curl and strock and move beneath me. Bringing about sound as we he moved. Smiling, "You are really wet," Before sliding his finger into me.

"Shut up," was meant to be said, but instead was moaned as I began to melt. He began to kiss lower now, down to my neck, his free hand pushed my dress up more, revealing the breast that I hadn't thought to cover with a bra after my shower.

The dress is bunched around my chin as Bokuto' mouth moved down to my breast. The tingling sensation that moved all throughout, was off set by the uncomfortable bulk of sweater dress at my neck. So without thinking. I tugged it off. And once the dress left my hand and fell to the floor, it hit me. I am necked, in my boyfriend's bed. We are alone in this house. And we could do anything if we get lost enough.

But I'm snapped back to reality when he backs away, sitting up on his knees just looking at me. All of me. The goofy smile on his face didn't help anything as he crosses the line over to staring.

Quickly I sit up and wiggle myself under his blanket to cover myself, "My bad, this is weird. I'll-"

I start to reach for the edge of the bed to grab my dress. And my underwear. Honestly. I could just go home now rather than sit in the awkwardness.

But his lips come to mine. Not hungry, but controlled, calm, comfort as he cupped my face into his hand. When my shoulders dropped a bit, he pulled back smiling, "It's fine Baby Bird. I was just thinking how beautiful you were and how lucky I am to have you."

"Yeah, but you still fill that way with my clothes on so."I go back to reaching over the bed for my dress but stops when he chuckles, "True, but," his eye soften as he says, "I like what I just saw too."

I stop reaching for my clothes, but i do bunch the blanket up to my chin. Knowing what I want to say but taking way too long to spit it out.

"It's not fair."

"What's not fair," He questioned, giving me some space now.

It takes a few moments, a sigh, and a glance to the floor to get out, "You've seen me naked but I-" I freeze, "I haven't -"

"You haven't seen me completely naked," he finished for me with a smirk. His brows narrowed a bit as his hand went to the waistband of his sweats, "Did you want to?"

When I don't answer he starts to pull his pants down saying, "I mean, it's only fair."

"Boku-" I started to call his name to tell him, he didn't have to. But froze when his hard member flicked over his waistband.

He tugs the pants all the way off a tosses them on the floor. Still so casual as he asked, "Yeah Baby Bird?"

I don't say anything as he slides beneath the blanket with me. I follow as he guides my lips towards his. This, this somehow feels right now. This is okay. As natural as breathing, being with him. Even in Such an intimate way.

Our bodies move closer, skin meets skin all over the place. His hand finds its way back to me, finger dancing it's way inside, leaving me to make a quick gasp for air that made Bokuto smile.

My hand goes to his chest, traces down the muscles of his abs. But my hand stops just above his pelvis. He pulls back from kissing me to say, "It's okay. You can touch it." He brings his lips back to mine, pouring a bit of bravery into as I reach down, below the blanket.

I let my fingers wrap around the soft skin of his boner. This touch was unlike any other touch I've laid on his body. This soft skin moved with my hand as I stroked the stiff member.

As our lips move together, I hear a groan escape his mouth. I must be doing something right, so I tighten my grip a little more and move my wrist a little quicker. His lips leaves mine with a softly breathed, "Fuck." His hand leaves from beneath me and grabs at my waist.

Pulling closer to him as his head sinks into my shoulder. Another groan. Another tug. Pulling me closer and closer until there wasn't even room for my hand between us. That's when part of him, slipped between my thighs.

A graze. Delicate skin touching delicate skin, sending a wave through the both of us. A breath leaving both of us as his head rises from my shoulder. His bright eyes meeting mine. A question glimpsed in those eyes. A simple. Should we? That I've seen so many times before. And like every time before. I don't deny him.

I grab onto him, bringing my lips forward along with a brush of my hips. I feel him. All of him, as his tip pushes between my thigh, separating the delicate skin and moved through my wetness. Nothing went inside, but nothing had to. This, this feeling. This tickling of the spine. This loss for thought and air. This longing to be close, impossibly close. This is enough. No be honest, I'm not sure if either of us could handle much more.

His hips move on their own. Or kisses break for moans and gasps of air and lip bites. And being naked in bed with Bokuto no longer felt like a strange thing. No longer felt like a wrong thing. It feels wrong to ever do this with anyone else. To ever be with anyone else.

And this only feels more true, when the laughter comes pouring out of us. After Bokuto's whole body twitched, and he swore and turned away from me. Quickly he had sat up, reached for the tissues at the side of his bed and held it to himself with a releasing groan.

Curiosity got the better of me. I sat up and leaned over, to look at him. His head dropped, his face relaxed but his chest moving up and down heavier than normal. Then my eyes still moved down, to the wet tissue that covered him.

"Gross," I chuckled, moving back on the bed, covering myself as if he hadn't already seen and felt all of me.

"You did it," He chuckled, tossing the tissue down and turning on me. "I'm not done with you," He smiled before kissing me. Still so hungry in his kiss as his body moved above mine.

Suddenly I wish I hadn't grabbed the blanket. Feeling his skin on my skin. Feeling our bodies together just feels so right. And he knows it too. He grabs the edge of the blanket and begins to peel it back. And I don't stop him. His kisses trail down. Down my neck, my chest, my breast. And still down until his kisses touched the inside of my thigh.

I scooched away a bit saying, "You don't have to do that."

His strong hands reach under my thighs and grabs at my hips, pulling me back to his as he lays on his stomach. "I want to," he says, bringing me to his face, closing his eyes as he moves his tongue about. While I try to keep my senses. Everything already more tender down there. Alright, I can feel every lick and every suck in detail. I could almost draw a map of what he was doing down there, I'm sure. Every touch was so real. So full.

I looked down seeing. Bokuto's face. Eyes closed, so concentrated. Focus that seems to be getting paid off by the way my body seems to move on it's own. Hand landing in his soft hair, as my back arched with the tingles that moved up my spine then pushed back down, as I bit my bottom lip to hold in a moan. I'm done. But I just want him close.

I sit up, grabbing him, drawing his lips to mine and even as he kissed me. He couldn't seem to keep the smile off his face. Like he was proud of himself. Just proud to have me.

But that smile quickly turned to panic when we heard the front door close.

"Shit," he said, jumping up from the bed. He grabbed his sweatpants and pulled them on while I started to panic. I flung for my dress that seemed to now be tucked under his bed.

"Just, get under the cover," He whispered snatching on his shirt, just as his mother called out,

"Bokuto?"

Quickly, I wrapped myself in his blanket and turned my back to the door.

I heard Bokuto open the door saying, "Hey mom, back already?"

"Yeah, still have to be a responsible adult, you know," She chuckled, "Zara's here? I saw her shoes by the door."

"Oh, yeah. Um, we were going over some stats from the girls teams in nationals and she fell asleep so I just-"

"She can't stay here, you know that. Your father, he comes and goes all the time and-"

"I know Mom, I was just letting her get a little sleep that's all. We had a long day. Is that okay?"

She doesn't say anything else before Bokuto says in a soft voice, "I'll wake her up soon and make sure she gets home."

"I guess we both got a little excited to see him gone," She laughed softly. Sadly.

"Yes so," he sighed before the sound of the door closing.

I keep my eyes closed tight until I feel the bed go down from the weight of Bokuto. I opened my eyes and sat up carefully, keeping covered by the blanket. I looked to Bokuto, but he was looking down holding my dress out for me. I grabbed it and slipped it on. Still I studied his hard face.

"What's wrong?"

"Just thinking about what would have happened if my Dad caught us. I got to be more careful around here."

"Yeah, well he didn't catch us," I said getting closer to him, trying to comfort.

"No but if he did," He took a deep breath and flopped back onto his bed, "I'd probably be getting arrested tonight."

"Arrested?"

"Look Baby Bird, I'm not going to let anyone hurt you and I won't stand for anyone trying to hurt you. You're with me, that means I protect you."

"You don't have to-"

"I do," he cuts me off, "You and everyone who loves you trust that you're safe with me. Which means it's my job to make sure you are."