Page 52 of Bluebird

Adrien

Roxane's Veil - Vanessa Mae

"Ah shit... not that song." Nika and Philipp haven't started dancing yet, but music is playing softly in the background. An instrumental piece, a violin in the lead. The melody is captivating, immediately enveloping me and carrying me with it. I don’t get élias’s problem with this song, just imagining Nika and Philipp moving to it...

"Why? What's your problem?"

"Nika has been dancing around the apartment to this song for two weekends."

"So what? There are worse songs..."

"That's what I thought at first too, but you haven't seen her dancing to it yet... although you wouldn't care how she moves to it. But I do and I've been running around the house with a permanent boner for two weeks now. Not funny, I can tell you!" Rolling his eyes, he grabs his crotch. For the life of me, I can't stop myself from grinning.

Nika and Philipp are still in the middle of the studio talking to each other. They don't always do that before improvising and it’s quite common that only one of them knows the song they're dancing to beforehand. I’m intrigued. In one smooth movement, Nika turns around and runs to her bag.

"If only she were a little more organized, she might even find what she's looking for..." élias shakes his head at his girlfriend, who is still feeling around in her bag.

Philipp turns to me with a grin and just shrugs his shoulders. Apparently, he has no idea what she has in store for him either.

"Ahh..." Then a few more words in German, which I don't understand, and Nika walks towards Philipp with a triumphant smile, her hands behind her back. The two of them stand close in front of each other and Nika stretches her head upwards as she speaks. Nodding, Philipp confirms whatever Nika has just said and she pulls out a long piece of cloth from behind her back. I assume it's a silk scarf. Philipp carefully lets the dark green fabric slide through his fingers before sprinting to the speaker, starting the song again and turning up the volume.

Oh... fuck... now I understand what élias meant by having a permanent boner. The fact that they're both wearing exceptionally little clothing today doesn't make it any better. Philipp and Nika are both only wearing skin-tight black leggings. Philipp is bare-chested and his outrageously hot six-pack is on display for everyone to see. Nika is wearing a black sports bra. I discreetly reach into my crotch to adjust.

Philipp and Nika dance in soft, supple movements. Their bodies connected every second, either by touching each other directly or by holding onto another with the silk scarf. With a quick tug on the flowing fabric, Nika’s turning, the scarf wrapping around her body and she leans close against Philipp's chest. Her hips roll into his crotch and her upper body stretches into a perfect arch so that her head comes to rest on his shoulder. Her arms are crossed in front of her face.

élias raises his eyebrows tensely as Philipp places his hands on the inside of Nika's thighs, his fingertips sliding upwards in a gentle touch. Grazing her pubic bone, her belly button. His hands part as his fingers trace the curves of her breasts and continue over her armpits to the insides of her upper arms. Following Philipp's movement, Nika releases her arms from her face.

Next to me, I hear élias swallow. Not once in the last few months have I seen him like this, he has always been relaxed and easy-going. Not today. "Are you all right?" I can't stop myself from asking.

élias exhales silently. "If I didn't know for sure that Philipp was gay, I'd have to tear them apart... Are you okay with him touching Nika like that?"

Well, as he said, I know that he has no sexual interest in her, so I have no problem with that. But I can understand where élias is coming from. I wouldn't be that easy with this if another man touched Philipp like that, dance partner or not. But I have to admit, I'd love to be in Nika's shoes.

Oh shit... élias's eyes are getting bigger and bigger and so are mine. Philipp is holding Nika only by the back of her neck and lets her stiff and outstretched body sink to the ground slowly. Only her arms seem to fall loosely to her right and left side. Just before she touches the floor, Philipp grabs Nika's right wrist and gives her a small but firm tug to the left so that she comes to rest on her stomach in a half turn. In one smooth movement, Philipp circles around Nika's body and kneels at her feet. While his fingers slowly make their way back up her calves, Nika spreads her legs wider and wider, following his touch into a sideways split. Philipp's hands continue to wander until their hands meet and his crotch is pressed tightly against Nika's ass.

The music is moving in waves and in tune with them Philipp rolls his hips against Nika, who is pushing back against him. Fuck... I want that too... with this scarf around my wrists.

With the fourth roll of their hips, Nika pulls her legs forward to under her upper body. Shit, that girl is flexible. Philipp reacts immediately, lowers himself back onto his knees and takes Nika's upper body pressed against his into an upright position. élias next to me is getting more and more restless. "Hey, it's just dancing, it's just the story of the music they're telling us. That's how you explained it to me yourself."

"It would be easier if we saw each other more than four days a week... fuck, what are they doing?"

We watch with wide eyes and open mouths as Philipp is now lying on his back and Nika is straddling his hips. His legs are bent and slightly apart. Nika lets herself fall against Philipp's thighs, her head stretched back. Her hips roll again to the slow rhythm of the music. Philipp's hands grip Nika's waist, firmly and securely, and then move on to find their way over her flanks, to her chest. No longer gentle and careful, but firm and passionate. Philipp opens his legs and lets Nika sink backwards. In a wide split, she spreads her legs so as not to loosen their connection while Philipp follows her with his upper body. His head falls into her neck and Nika encloses his body tightly with her legs. At the last sensual sounds of the song, their bodies intertwine, not a millimeter of space between them.

I'm as hard as if I'd been watching porn with my boyfriend in the leading role. I can hardly wait to get home, no way we’re going for a drink later.

While Philipp and Nika giggle and laugh as they untangle their bodies, élias exhales loudly. There is no longer any trace of the sensuality and eroticism left that captivated them a minute ago and filled the room. It is the music that tells a story and turns the two of them into lovers. In real life, trust and intimacy remain between them, a close friendship that could not be more platonic. It is beautiful.

"Can you give us a heads-up next time you put on a show like that? You know, I would choose another pair of pants then!” I shout across the room.

Nika and Philipp laugh as they change on the other side of the studio. élias is still tense. "What's wrong with you?"

His head falls onto his chest and his voice is quiet. "It's hard not seeing Nika every day anymore and not knowing whom she's with. And then to see her here, seemingly enjoying being touched by someone else like this... What if she realizes she wants more after all, more than me?"

That's complete bullshit and I don’t hesitate to tell élias exactly that, but I'm sure he doesn’t believe it until a sweaty but radiant Nika lets herself fall into his arms pressing her body against his. She loves him and he is all she sees and wants.

With his scarf still in his right hand and his sports bag over his left shoulder, Philipp approaches me. A challenging grin on his lips and fire in his eyes. Philipp shines, brighter with each passing day and I hate his ex more and more for taking away his light and keeping him trapped in the dark. Philipp's eyes catch mine as he grabs my cock with a firm hand through my pants. "Did you like it?"

"Obviously..." My head falls back with a groan and Philipp smirks. I feel his lips very close to my ear, his voice no more than a whisper. "How about we take this scarf home with us? Would you like it if I blindfolded you? If I do whatever I want, with you at my mercy?" Fuck, yeah...

***

We don't make it home to my apartment. The route to Philipp’s home is much shorter and I can't wait a second longer. I only get a meaningful grin when I don't turn off in the direction of Strasbourg, but he wants me just the same as I want him, so.

Our journey to physical intimacy was long and anything but easy, but because of that we enjoy what we have even more. Philipp knows exactly what he wants now, and he no longer has any problems taking it. Because he also knows how much I love it when he does so.

The front door isn't even properly closed when Philipp is already all over me. His hands under my long sleeved shirt and in my hair. "Take your clothes off." A clear instruction before he gives me another passionate kiss and then disappears into the bathroom.

My clothes fly to the floor as fast as I can and I'm just saying goodbye to my boxer briefs when Philipp comes back stark naked. Fuuuck, I love his body. Him too, but his body makes me weak. Tall and slim with finely defined muscles. The endless amount of freckles spread across his neck, shoulders, chest and back. He's become so confident the last few months, so secure in his body, that alone is so sexy.

The dark green scarf hangs loosely in his right hand, his cock hard against his abs. "Do you have a limit?"

"Not with you." We've never done anything blindfolded before, but I know Philipp wouldn't do anything that would make me feel uncomfortable.

"Okay, then close your eyes." Philipp quickly and efficiently puts the scarf in place over my eyes and pulls it tight. Everything around me is dark, but I can hear Philipp's breathing and feel his fingertips on my shoulders. A gentle kiss on my collarbone and suddenly he's gone. Footsteps move away and I feel how it makes me uneasy to not see anything and not to know what’s happening around me. Smiling, I bite my lower lip as I realize what Philipp has done.

The song he danced to with Nika less than an hour ago plays softly in the background. A hand grips my cock firmly from behind. "Will you dance with me?"

My body screams yes, whether it's really coming from my mouth or whether I'm just moaning something unintelligible - I have no idea. His body moves around mine in flowing movements, his cock rubs against my bare skin, his fingertips dance over every part of my body and I go insane. "Can I touch you too?"

"No, not yet." I can hear the playfulness in his tone, and how much he enjoys knowing that I'm putty in his hands. The exciting thing is, even though it may seem different, there is no power imbalance between us, at least it doesn't feel like one. Philipp has control because I give it to him and not because he takes it or forces it on me. And I give it to him because I trust him and love the way he plays with me.

So, my hands stay by my side and I obey as Philipp pushes me into the bedroom and sit down on the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed I can feel him pushing my legs apart. Before I can really think about what's happening, my cock is in his mouth.

"Fuck, yes!" My hand tries to reach into his curls, but Philipp firmly swats it away.

"Don't touch, not until I say so." He loves to play, especially with me, and I can feel him smiling as he slides his teeth over my glans and pushes his tongue into my slit.

"Slide back and bend your legs." I hear the lid of the lube and am not really surprised when I feel a wet finger gently circling my hole. "Are you going to let me in?" He asks me that same question every time, even if he already knows the answer.

"Always, please." Philipp is quick and efficient, within a very short time he stretches me to three fingers, I'm rock hard and squirming on the bed with every stroke over my prostate. I'm actually just waiting to finally hear the crackling of the condom package and feel his cock at my entrance.

"Put your legs down." Philipp tears open the foil of the condom. Yay, here we go! But why should I put down my legs? I can't see anything and apart from the music, everything is quiet. A hand grabs my right knee and pulls it away from my body. "Lay them down, please."

"But, you can't fuck me like that..." A finger on my lips silences me and I follow Philipp's request.

"Ah, fuck! Shit, no! What are you doing?" I try to pull the scarf away from my eyes, but Philipp is quicker. He grabs my wrists and holds my hands above my head.

"Stop. Please..." His voice is soft but demanding.

"I want to see you! Please! You don't have to do this, not for me. I don't need this."

Philipp loosens his grip. "I'm nervous as shit, okay? But I want this. I want back what's mine and I want to take it, on my terms. Do you trust me?"

"With everything I have." It's the truth. I trust him blindly and if Philipp has decided for himself that this is what he wants, then it's not my place to question his decision. My hands grip his narrow hips as he straddles me. Our cocks rub against each other as Philipp leans forward to kiss me. When he breaks our kiss, I know what's coming.

"What about prep? Should I...?"

"Already done." With those words, he grabs my cock and guides it to his hole.

Philipp has done a good job because I hardly feel any resistance as he slowly slides onto me. Only when he sits completely on top of me and takes a deep breath his ass contracts holding me very tightly.

Fuck, how am I supposed to keep going? I haven't topped for ages. Philipp is quiet, he doesn't move and I can't hear anything except his slightly strained breathing. I don't know how he's feeling and that’s unsettling me. "I want to see you, please. I need to see that you're okay."

"Okay..."

I quickly pull the blindfold away. Philipp sits on top of me, his head lowered and his hands on his thighs.

"Hey, baby, are you okay?" I lift his chin with two fingers, tears running down his cheeks. I want to take him in my arms, but I'm afraid I'll hurt him if I move. So I cup his face with both hands, my thumb wiping away a tear. Philipp sobs and leans into my touch.

"Yeah, it's all good! I can feel you inside me, but it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt..."

Philipp is moving slowly, painfully slowly. In search for a rhythm he keeps changing position and speed, but it feels like he can't find anything that works for him. He snorts in frustration hanging his head. And then everything happens very quickly. Philipp lifts his hips and I slide out of him. I'm disappointed for a short moment, but his eyes flash and his eyebrows are drawn together resolutely. He's up to something and I can feel my excitement rising. His movements are swift and efficient. In record time, he puts on a condom and gets his cock wet. Fuck yes! I'm still lying on my back and waiting, but I know it can't be long before his first command comes. He's unsatisfied and pissed off, I can feel it and I love it when he's like that. Because then he doesn't hold back, no caution and no restraint. He takes what he wants and gives me exactly what I need.

“Turn around. On all fours. Now.” Not dominant, but demanding, controlled and I'm too happy to give him what he wants. I'm more than grateful that Philipp took a little more time for me during foreplay. I push my soft and relaxed hole up towards him waiting for him to fill me to the brim with his cock. His left hand firmly grips my hip and I know that he is lining up his cock with his right. And then I feel him, not gently, not tenderly, but with just the right amount of pressure that I'll be thinking about it tomorrow.

On the first thrust he hits my prostate and I see stars. Fuck, fuck! “Fuck, yes! Just like that! So good!”

“Is that so, huh?” With a smirk in his voice, he holds still and I'm on the verge of begging him to get going. “What do you want, baby? Tender and slow?” With two slow but determined thrusts, he grazes that highly sensitive spot inside me again, but it's not enough. Not today.

“More. Please!” My voice is nothing more than a pathetic tremble, he has me completely in his hands. I wouldn't want it any other way and Philipp knows that. Otherwise he wouldn't do it. It's been a long road for him letting go like this during sex and trusting that it's good for me.

“More, huh? Are you sure?” Two more slow strokes and I’m not far away from breaking. He's teasing me to the extreme.

“Yes, please! I'm sure! I'm sure!” In one powerful thrust, he shoots his hips forward. Skin slaps against skin, his balls rub against mine for a split second, till he pulls back and thrusts again. “Oh God, yes! That's it! Don't stop! Please don't stop!” But he stops. FUCK!

“You know what?” I don't know if he really wants an answer, but as he pushes fast and deep into me again, I decide no.

“I think it's hot when you play with my ass.”

Thrust.

“But this...”

Thrust. Oh fuck! He hits so well!

“Is a lot more fun...”

Thrust! I'm about to come, I can feel my orgasm rising inside me, the tingling.

“When I'm the one making you scream.”

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Then he leans forward. Philipp's mouth so close to my ear that I can feel his breath, his voice a soft whisper.

“Scream for me, baby.” Oh my God, I love it when he talks to me like that. I can't refuse him, my body can't refuse him and obeys. I come with a loud cry, pushing my hips back against each of his thrusts until he collapses on top of me. Breathless on my back, he gasps with a grin, “I don't think bottoming is my thing.”