Better Than LLamas and Malteasers

Jacky’s POV

“Well, there goes two hours we’ll never get back. You’re not gonna make us watch the second one as well are you? it’s so shit” Dan announced prudently, throwing a look at Lana and Phil who were spread out on the other sofa.

I stretched lazily in his arms as the end credits of Silent Hill rolled across the screen, I had to agree with him, there were many things i’d much rather be doing. His slow but purposeful had movements up and down my back and over my hips, coupled with the fact his pyjamas pants were as usual hanging extra low on his hips to reveal bronzed skin and what I referred to as the stairway to heaven, were sending my mind to places it probably shouldn’t wander in front of Lana and Phil.

“You are such a snob when it comes to movie adaptations of video games, name one you actually liked? I didn’t hear anyone complain when we went to see the second part in 3D at the cinema” Lana retorted from the cushion on Phil’s lap.

“Awww sweetie, it was ok but mainly we went because Phil didn’t think he’d get laid if he said no to you” Lana tossed a cushion at Dan’s face, her own face flushing red as myself and Dan howled with laughter.

“I’m gonna fill your pillowcase with moths” Phil threatened as he got to his feet “come on bedtime, before someone gets hurt” he joked, pulling Lana to her feet.

“I hate you” Lana laughed as she leaned over to hug us both goodnight.

“Hate you the most, sleep well” Dan smiled as they tottered off towards Phil’s room, still bickering playfully.

I breathed a deep sigh of relief as Phil’s bedroom clicked shut, thankful to finally get some alone time with Dan. His hair was still slightly damp from our shower earlier, I smiled at the memory of soapy skin on skin, causing it to curl up at the end. He looked like a much more attractive and taller, less hairy version of a Hobbit. I threaded my fingers through it softly, feeling myself slowly drift away in his smile and almond shaped eyes which looked up at me adoringly.

“Hey” he breathed huskily, wrapping both arms around me to pull me closer. I allowed our lips to brush gently, prying them apart gradually until he became warm and pliant beneath me and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. “There’s your mum” he grinned against my lips, pointing at a nature programme that had just started on TV.

“Oh fuck off” I bantered playfully, locating his ticklish spot at his sides and pressing my fingers in there deeply.

Dan started to giggle manically, wriggling furiously as I continued my ambush. Forgetting he was taller and more physically adept, I slowed my movements temporarily as he threw his head back, his laughter ghosting out in a rush of heat to tease my neck. Before I knew it I was pinned underneath him and he was grinning cockily. I opened my mouth to protest as he pinned my hands over my head but lost all words in a sea of laughter as he began to tickle me vengefully. I bucked my hips up to try and distract him but instead sent us tumbling to the floor in an ocean of blankets.

“I love you” he smiled as I landed on top of him with a gentle ‘ooft’.

“I love you too, you turnip” I replied, leaning down to pick up where we left off.