Tay and Shay
I had a date. With Seamus. Okay, so he had just invited himself to my hotel room, with the implication that there would be sex, but it was still a date. It’s not like I had been on a normal date without ulterior motives for years anyway, so this seemed pretty much par for the course for me.
So why was I so nervous?
I lost every game I played with Zac – no surprise there. But for once it wasn’t lack of skill; it was total lack of concentration. I couldn’t think about aliens driving tanks or what-the-hell-ever. I could only think about Seamus and what we were going to do later. I practically ripped Machine’s hand off when he handed over my hotel key card and nearly took Ike out with my suitcase on my way through the lobby. From somewhere behind me, I could hear Seamus laughing, but if I turned around to look, I had a feeling I would just end up saying something ridiculously sexual.
Instead, I sprinted to my room and paced the floor nervously as I waited for the time he had promised to show up.
Every second that I waited for him, more and more doubt crept into my mind. What if it didn’t work out? What if he decided I wasn’t what he wanted? What if it had been so long that I just totally sucked in bed? Okay, I wasn’t that worried about the last possibility. But the more time I had alone with my thoughts, the more ridiculous, horrible scenarios seemed to fill them.
At exactly 1:30 – evidently Hanson time hadn’t infected him yet – Seamus knocked on the door. I had this moment of sheer panic and considered not even answering the door. That was dumb, though. How could I ever face him again if I did that? And why run when he was finally giving me what I wanted?
Not that the sex was all I wanted. I was finding that it really wasn’t at all. And while that absolutely terrified me, I knew that hiding from him wasn’t the answer. So I opened the door.
Seamus leaned casually against the door frame and it made me a little angry that he seemed perfectly at ease while I was falling apart.
“Hey you,” he said, giving me a lazy smile.
Even with just those two simple words, my face began to heat up. Seamus smiled, though, so he must have found the blush attractive, endearing or something. I hated that blush. I thought I had moved well past being flustered every time someone flirted with me, but apparently Seamus turned me back into a giggling sixteen year old. Of course, at sixteen, I wouldn’t have been opening my hotel door for a guy I was about to have sex with, so I suppose some things had changed after all.
“Hey,” I managed to squeak out, my voice apparently deciding to match that sixteen year old blush.
Seamus glanced up and down the hallway, then looked back at me and smiled. Before I knew quite what was happening, he had leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I didn’t even care that the door was still open and we were halfway out of the room. I poured all the stupid emotions I couldn’t seem to say into that kiss, and he returned them every one.
“Well, that’s quite a greeting,” he said, pulling back to take a breath.
I didn’t reply; I just grinned and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him into the room and letting the door slam behind him. Neither of us said as word as I drug him to the bed and pulled him onto it beside me. It felt like I had completely forgotten how to be suave and seductive, but I hadn’t heard Seamus complain. In fact, he was just smiling at me.
Still smiling, he ran a hand gently through my hair. “Are you alright, Taylor?”
“Alright? Why wouldn’t I be?” Well, that sounded convincing.
“You seemed a little… flustered earlier,” he replied, inching closer to me, his hand still playing with my hair.
“It’s nothing,” I said, leaning in to kiss him again in the hopes of ending that line of questioning. It didn’t work.
“Taylor. I want you to talk to me. I want you to tell me things.”
“What things?” I asked, feigning innocence.
Seamus sighed. “What you’re thinking. If you’re happy. If this is what you want.”
“I’m thinking…” I said with a sigh, scooting back against the headboard. Seamus followed me, sitting by my side and staring into my eyes. “I’m thinking that this is really weird and maybe the first relationship I’ve been in since I was nineteen. If that’s what it is. And I don’t even know. I feel like I have absolutely no frame of reference for this, for how to act. And I am happy, I think, but it’s just so… so weird.”
The words seemed to flow out of my mouth of their own accord. I hadn’t planned what I was going to say at all, and I seemed to have no control over it at all. I was pretty sure I would have kept rambling for god knows how long if Seamus hadn’t reached his hand out and touched my cheek gently.
“I’m happy, Seamus. This is what I want,” I replied honestly, finally breathing out.
He nodded and smiled. “Good. I am, too. And I believe this is a relationship.”
“So you’re my boyfriend?” I asked with a silly grin, hardly caring how silly and childish I sounded.
“Yeah,” he replied with a laugh. “If you’re mine.”
“Yeah,” I said, letting out a laugh as well. An overwhelming sense of relief washed over me and I gave Seamus a genuine smile.
“So we’re good?” He inched closer to me as he said it, his body pressed up against my side.
“Yeah, we’re good,” I replied, turning my head and pressing my lips to his again.
That gentle kiss opened the floodgates. In seconds, he was scrambling into my lap, pinning me back against the bed. I was so fucking tired of waiting that I didn’t waste a second before sliding my hands under his shirt and pushing it up, whimpering a little when I had to break the kiss so he could pull the shirt over his head.
We shed the rest of our clothes in a hurry and a flurry of limbs. Honestly, it was kind of awkward and clumsy, considering how tall and thin we both were. I wasn’t a coordinated person at the best of times, and my nervousness only made it worse right then. Somehow, though, we both managed to end up naked without any injuries, and then I was scrambling onto his lap, my hands firmly on his shoulders as I kissed his face and neck.
I wanted to kiss absolutely every single inch of him, even if it took all night. I trailed my lips along his neck, down his collarbone, and then swirled my tongue around each of his nipples. He moaned my name and I thought I might come right then and there, just from the sound of it. Thankfully, I didn’t, and I continued my trek down his body, letting my tongue skim over the patch of hair below his navel before finally coming to rest between his legs. His cock was long and thick, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I wrapped my lips tightly around him, sucking desperately, pulling more and more moans from his beautiful mouth.
It was obvious, from the way he dug his fingernails into my scalp and rolled his hips up off the mattress, that Seamus wanted this every bit as much as I did. I understood why he had held out, why he had forced me to confront my feelings before taking this step, but that understanding did nothing to quench the fire spreading through my body as I sucked him for all he was worth.
When I was certain he was close and I could take the anticipation no longer, I pulled back and inched my way back up his body. I pressed a few heated kisses to his lips, then gave him a tiny smirk and hopped off the bed to grab my toiletry bag from where it sat by the bathroom sink. I located the tiny little bottle of lube quickly, and rushed back to the bed where Seamus lie panting and watching my every move.
I climbed onto Seamus again, straddling his thighs and staring down at him. His eyes followed my hands as I squeezed out a healthy amount of lube. I didn’t have the patience to wait; I wanted him then and there. The liquid warmed in my hand quickly, and I ran my slick hand up and down his length, coating him with it.
“Oh, Taylor…” he gasped out, his hips bucking up to match the motions of my hand.
And that was it. The tiny thread of patience I had left unraveled, and I pulled my hand back. I had to have him now. My legs trembled a little as I lowered myself onto him, unable to tear my eyes away from his.
He felt amazing. Sure, it felt like I was being stretched wide open, pushed right to the breaking point, but I didn’t care. That really only made me want more. I barely gave myself time to adjust to the feeling of him before I began riding him, gasping in pleasure every time I sunk back down onto his cock. Seamus matched my rhythm perfectly, his hips rolling up to meet mine thrust for thrust.
The pace we fell into wasn’t all that fast, especially not compared to the heated movements that had brought us there. I didn’t want to rush it, and it seemed to me that he didn’t either. I wanted this to last as long as possible, to feel him in me forever.
Seamus trailed his hand lazily down my chest, finally bringing it to rest around my dick. He stroked me slowly and deliberately, matching the pace we had set together. Stars began exploding behind my eyes far sooner than I would have liked, but when it felt that damn good, I could find little reason to complain.
Our moans grew louder and louder, but our pace stayed the same. I came with a pathetic whimper, coating Seamus’ hand, and he followed soon after, gripping my hips hard as he cried out my name.
I leaned down and pressed a quick but passionate kiss to his lips, then excused myself to the bathroom. Cleaning myself up and grabbing a towel for him, I made my way back to the bed and curled up at Seamus’ side.
Once he was cleaned up, he wrapped his arm around me and let out a contented sigh. Even though he hadn’t really said anything, I agreed completely with the sentiment. It was a perfect little moment. So, naturally, I had to ruin it with words.
“So… Shay, huh?”
He tilted his head to the side a little. “Hmm?”
“Zac called you Shay,” I explained. “Earlier, on the bus. I didn’t know that was your nickname.”
“I suppose it is. I think Zac is the first person to ever call me that, though.”
“Oh,” I replied, trying not to sound as stupidly jealous as I was. He was my boyfriend after all, not Zac’s – nickname or no nickname. “Can I call you Shay?”
“Of course.” He smiled a pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “You can call me anything you’d like.”
“Does that make us… Tay and Shay?” I asked, barely suppressing a little giggle.
“I suppose it does,” he replied, a tiny smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
“I think I like that.”
“I think I do too.”