First Time

Disclaimer: Don’t own Beyblade… Never will…

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First Time

I could hear the bed: its constant squeaking was driving me insane - their moaning was driving me insane.

I sighed, collapsing onto the lounge again, holding a pillow over my head, “Do they ever stop?”

I heard someone snicker and frowned, raising the fluffy cushion and peering over the back of the lounge, “You really have no tolerance Ian.”

“What do you want?” I said and lowered myself onto the lounge again, watching as Kevin sat himself down on the other end of it.

He smiled, a bit mischievously, but smiled no less, “I thought I could distract you from the happenings around the house.”

It had taken two years but after Spencer and Bryan’s meddling, Tala’s (really bad) advice and finally Kai’s cunning, I’d managed to ask him out. We were both 14 then. Now three years later, we were still very much a couple.

I was the taller out of us both, but not by much, my hair was short and my nose doesn’t look as big anymore. Kevin… Kevin had grown his hair, refusing to cut it like Mariah suggested time and time again and his eyes had turned a golden yellow colour, that lit up when it was even slightly dark.

I smirked, “Oh really how so?”

He crawled over the top of me, bringing his lips in contact with mine, his forest green hair tickling my cheeks. I heard his moan as I pushed my tongue into his mouth, laying himself on top of me, his hands trailing through my fringe. I felt him pull at my goggles as we pulled apart.

I smirked and pulled them off for him. Really, how hard is it to remove them, they only get caught in my hair?

“Show off.”

My smirk morphed into a grin as I slid a hand under his shirt, caressing his back. I heard his purr, “Are we continuing or stopping?” My voice was low, whispering the words so he could hear them only.

Not that it mattered. Tala and Kai were currently out with Lee and Ray, Gary and Mariah were still in China. Bryan and Spencer were the only ones home and - I cringed a bit when I heard another moan - they were busy at the moment.

Kev smiled shyly and pecked my lips, “Continue.” He got off me, letting me lead him to my room: didn’t want anyone walking in on our first time, maybe our third (if we got to that number) but not our first.

I closed and locked the door, turning around, shifting uncomfortably. I watched as Kevin sat on the bed, I can tell he’s just as nervous as me. He jumped slightly as I sat next to him, bringing his our lips together again. I felt his hands again, this time reaching down to lift my shirt over my head. He then did the same with his shirt.

We stood for a second to remove our pants, before climbing on top of the bed again. I noticed Kevin still had his hair up and pulled the tie out, letting his hair frame his face.

We kissed again as I pushed him onto the bed, my hands sliding up and down his torso. I felt his knee brush my inner thigh, VERY close to my groin and I let out a gasp. He did it again, both of us blushing slightly.

It wasn’t awkward, or embarrassing, just new and Kevin seemed to be the more confident one out of the two of us.

He sat up, kissing me as he forced me to roll over. He was now kneeling between my bent legs, smiling his usual mischievous smile down at me. He brought his hand to my thigh, hesitantly letting his fingers brush the inside. I moaned, loudly too, my eyes falling closed as I felt his touch move upward.

All I could do was gasp and moan as I felt his hand circle itself around me, moving up and down at a near agonising pace. Soon I noticed he’d stopped, that he was asking me something. Too bad I was still high on the pleasure of his earlier actions, “Do you have any?”

I looked up at him questioningly, “Any what?”

“You know…” He blushed, “Any condoms or lubricant?”

I blushed along with him, “Top draw.” I shifted slightly, the butterflies that had previously settled again flying around my stomach.

“You’ve been planning this?” Kevin asked when he’d settled himself in front of me again.

“Not really, it’s a just-in-case thing.”

He nodded, pulling the lid off the tube he’d brought back. We both blushed as he squirted some onto his hand, “Is it supposed to be so sticky?”

“I don’t know.” He was still blushing when he slid his hand up and down my erection, making my moan and thrust up. He did this a couple of times, each time taking longer. I stopped him, “Roll over.”

He did, giving me a confused look. I squirted the lube onto my hand, hesitantly reaching between his legs to find his hole. He moaned as my finger gently pushed into it, soon adding another. I kissed his knee as he groaned, from pain I believe, making me stop and retreat.

He looked up at me with half-lidded eyes, “Why’d you stop?” He saw my worried look, “Continue, it was good.” I did as he asked, crawling over him as I took him.

It was all messy.

We were embarrassed, worried that we were doing something stupid. But as we settled, we let our instincts do the work, both of us moaning with each movement. I heard Kevin mewl and noticed him reaching for himself, I stopped him, bringing my hand around his arousal and stroking.

It didn’t last long after that. Soon we were panting hard and our hips were frantically moving into each other.

Then it came. This must be the reason everyone does this so much. I stopped moving, too numbed by the pleasure to do anything but let out a scream. But as it eased, we stared at each other, smiling contently.

“That was… nice.” I nodded, pulling myself out of Kevin and laying next to him, “Love you Ian.”

“Love you.” He cuddled into my chest as we fell asleep.

But I swear I hear snickering.

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Bryan sighed, “It only took them how many years?” He kissed his lover’s cheek dazedly.

“You’re asking the wrong person.” He was smirking, running his hands through the falcon’s hair slowly, while he made himself comfortably on the bed. When he was he pulled Bryan too him.

“We’ll need to pick on them in the morning.” The teen commented as he snuggled up to the blonde. Spencer sighed: he should have seen that coming.