"Okay, so, hi, and I went to the plant store on my lunch break again, and I found Elizabeth a friend." Quentin was most definitely bouncing on his feet when Louis opened the door, buoyed not only by his latest purchase—which he brought out behind him in a ta-da! fashion—but also by the fact that they'd both called each other boyfriend. "It's an Aglaonema, also known as Chinese evergreen! All you have to do is feed it a half-strength household plant fertilizer during spring and summer, and then just once in the fall."
Louis laughed a little at the energy coming from Quentin. Before he could ask if he was on a sugar rush he’d pulled out a plant from behind his back explaining it was a friend for Elizabeth and what kind it was as well as its care. The gesture touched him so much. He really needed to get something for Quentin. He walked up and kissed him. “Thank you so much. It’s beautiful and Elizabeth will be delighted to have a friend. You get to name her or him.”
He took the plant and sat it on the kitchen counter for now. He’d get it situated by Elizabeth tomorrow. “Do you want to watch movies out here or in my bedroom? I have more soda and snacks if you want something. I got some popcorn, chips and more chocolate.”
The look on Louis's face was more than worth being labeled as a Plant Daddy in the making at the local shop. While Quentin hadn't really thought it might be badly received or anything, there was always that teensy-tiny place in the back of his brain that came up with the most absurd What-Ifs. But it was the kiss that really cemented this as being a good decision. Naturally, Q returned it in kind before following his boyfriend inside. "I don't know if you should give me that kind of power." Quentin chuckled. It was only a little bit devilish. "With a name like Elizabeth, I'd be tempted to name him Darcy or Fitzwilliam. Get a little Austen up in this apartment."
A bright grin bloomed over his face as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "You stocking up for me, M'sieur de Pointe du Lac?" He reached for a lock of Louis's hair and curled it around his finger. "I could go for some chocolate. And the location depends on how much you actually want to pay attention to whatever movie we're watching, because I can guarantee you that I'll be way more tempted to make out with you if we're on your bed."
Louis laughed. “Both are lovely names. And you’re not wiggling out of picking their name, Jane Austen inspired or otherwise.” He gave the other man a look that quickly turned into a smile. Honestly, it was so sweet that he’d bought him another plant. It may sound silly to others, but it was like having a part of Quentin in his apartment, and he liked that.
Hearing Quentin say his surname gave him a warm sort of giddy feeling. Now he was being silly, but it couldn’t be helped. “Of course I am. If there’s any other food you’d like here such as pizza or whatever, then let me know." Even Louis knew Quentin wrapping locks of his hair around his finger was flirty, and he liked it. And to be fair, it would be a lie to say he hadn’t been thinking about kissing Quentin since they’d previously been together. “Quentin, are you being flirty with me?” Please keep being so. “Well, we are in our pajamas. I would think that might make my bedroom the better option.” It was pure logic, right? Nothing to do with wanting to be close and kiss and touch. The vampire grinned to himself, then reached for Quentin’s hand and gently pulled it from his hair to kiss the back of it. “Is chocolate all you want?”
"I just need time, and then I'll come back with something dazzling. Or something that'll make you laugh every time you say it aloud. Promise." Quentin grinned, just wanting to hold Louis in suspense, even though he'd pretty much already settled on Darcy. It was just too perfect.
"Maaaaybe," he drew out the word and edged closer until he could get a hand on Louis's hip. The suggestion was everything he'd hoped for, and his grip tightened minutely enough to pull him in toward him. He got a brief flash of memory of his first time with Eliot in this world, how similarly they seemed to have started, but it came and went with a surprising lack of pain. He knew his eyes had to be dark when he smiled up at him. "No, Louis, that's not at all the only thing I want. Take me to bed?"
"I'm holding you to that." He wagged a finger at Quentin smiling. The truth was it didn't matter what name he chose, Louis would love it because he'd chosen it.
There was no maybe about it. He was getting to know Quentin and even if it wasn't overtly, the man was flirting. Louis didn't take his eyes off the other when he was drawn closer. There was a hint of electricity in the air, and when Quentin answered saying that wasn't all he wanted, he knew he wasn't talking about chips, popcorn, or soda. It made him a little nervous, but that was a given, and he wasn't going to say or do something to ruin this moment. He nodded then reached for his hand and led him to his bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Louis had a thought as he turned down the covers. What if Quentin had meant he wanted to watch movies? That was more than just chocolate. Damn it, he hadn't even got the chocolate to bring with them. He slipped into the bed. "Is there a particular movie you wanted to watch?"
He'd spent the night a couple of times now, but it was enough to start to think he had his side of the bed. It was easy enough to settle into it now, but that ease got less so at the question. Was that really what Louis wanted? Had Q really misconstrued the entire situation? Maybe he could salvage things.
Laid as he was against the pillow, Quentin shifted onto his side and reached for his boyfriend's hand and guided it to his hip. "Why don't we put on something we've both seen before? That way we won't feel like we're missing out if we get distracted?"
For a moment Louis simply stared at Quentin, his gaze moving to the hip where his hand had been placed before going back to the other's face. Take me to bed. The vampire knew what that meant. Or at least he thought he did, but there was no denying he was nervous.
"I think you want us to be distracted," he grinned shyly, his hand squeezing Quentin's hip. Louis reached for the remote, quickly found some type of nature show then turned the volume way down. "So, how are you going to distract me, Quentin?" The shy smile was back as he leaned forward, lips barely ghosting over the others.
Bold was not a thing Quentin normally did, but dating a vampire was hardly normal. Especially one who had been through as much as Louis had—and Q was pretty sure he didn't know a fraction of his considerable past. He put his own hand on Louis's waist. "I thought I'd start here." Already, he was worming his fingers under the hem of the shirt until his fingertips were sliding over cool skin. It wasn't so much impatience that drove him, but desire. He nuzzled at Louis's nose, and kissed him lightly, chastely. "And maybe here."
The hand that slipped beneath his shirt was warm against his skin, his eyes closed briefly only to open again. He liked the touch, it stirred those feelings within him again, but he still couldn't help worrying that somehow Quentin would be repulsed and pull away. The nuzzling and sweet kiss made him smile though. "I don't know that such a gentle kiss is distracting," Louis teased. He leaned in for a deeper kiss, perhaps a bit more urgent. His hand moved to curl in Quentin's hair before moving to his stomach. "Take your shirt off for me, please?" He asked, between kisses.
"Yeah," Quentin gasped, lips buzzing and scalp tingling and butterflies in his midsection, "yeah." And then it was a mad scramble of sitting up part way and stripping off his shirt with movements that spoke more of artless enthusiasm than slow seduction. It was tossed over the side of the bed, forgotten until the morning. In many ways, he was still self-conscious about his body. He'd always had a certain softness around the middle. Six pack abs simply weren't in his genetics, no matter how much he starved himself and exercised—not that he had any time for the latter with school and books and stuff like that. He laid back down, but this time on his back, still facing Louis. His smile was a little bashful, but he didn't look away from his gorgeous boyfriend. "You too? I really want to see you."
He watched Quentin remove his shirt and without too much thought, he slid a hand over the other's chest. It was so soft and warm. His gaze moved over every inch of exposed skin, taking it all in. “You’re beautiful.” He wanted to see more.
Louis lifted his gaze to Quentin's eyes. His nerves grew when requested to take his shirt off. "I'm very pale," he warned, speaking quietly. Like a white neon sign compared to Quentin. The vampire sat up, fingers slowly pulled up his shirt, tossing it to the foot of the bed before crossing his arms over his chest. He made a face then uncrossed them and forced them to his side. No one had seen his body in so long nor wanted to.
Q's breath caught all over again, not from the cool hand on his chest but from the picture Louis made now. That moment of embarrassment tore right into the heart of him and had him surging upright so he could hover over his boyfriend. A slightly trembling hand skirted over the curve of Louis's ribs and then up to the center of his chest. Quentin's own chest had a smattering of pale hair, so the contrast of smooth skin had his mouth watering. He swallowed and leaned down to kiss a line down Louis's sternum. His hair slipped free and trailed after the hands that bracketed either side of the other man's chest. "Okay, setting aside all the problematic angles here, you're a piece of art, did you know that? You take my breath away."
Louis wasn't sure what to make of it when Quentin bolted up. At first he thought he'd done something wrong and was about to apologize but then Quentin was over him, his hands smoothing over his skin and it felt amazing. Tiny sparks raced over his skin and through him. His eyes fell shut when warm lips kissed down his chest. One hand found its way to Quentin's hair the other to his back. He could get used to this and never get enough.
When Quentin spoke, his eyes opened to stare up at him. The vampire couldn't help a small chuckle, but it faded. "You say the sweetest things." No one had ever called him a piece of art. It was almost too much. Louis moved to pull Quentin down against him then caught his lips in a heated kiss while one hand slid down his back and dared to give his ass a squeeze.
"I say true things," was all Quentin was able to say before his mouth was otherwise occupied with kissing and groaning. He went hot all over, the chill from Louis's hand and chest and sweet, sweet tongue a perfect counterpoint. His goosebumps had goosebumps at his point, and suddenly all Q wanted was more more more. Of course, he was also conscious that this might be too much, but that didn't stop him from burying his hands in his boyfriend's hair and kissing him like both their lives depended on it.
He only broke off so he could murmur, "You can touch me. All you want. And you can also tell me to stop. To slow down. But this is good. So good. You're so good."
Their kissing had a bite to it, a sense of urgency with lust and need intertwined. It was heady and if Louis were standing at this point, he would have fallen to the floor in a swooning motion. Quentin was that good of a kisser and feeling the weight of his body pressed upon him was almost too much. He had to be careful though. He would be. He’d never hurt Quentin.
All he could do was stare into Quentin’s flush covered face and at his swollen lips when they parted. He was beautiful and he wanted him in every way, not just the physical. “Is the better question, where do you want me to touch you?” A slow grin spread over his lips. “I’m good. I don’t need to slow down or stop. Do you think we should take off the rest of our clothes?” Make no mistake, that scared Louis. He wasn’t by any means used to others seeing him in such a state, but this was Quentin.
"I think that's an even better idea than when I asked to spend the night and you said yes." Quentin beamed down at Louis and kissed him again, taking his hand and guiding to his own side and sliding it down to his hip yet again. Dipping a bit, he sucked and nibbled at his boyfriend's jaw and the side of his neck even as he raised up just enough to start shimmying out of his pajama pants and boxers in one fell swoop. Once again, he was hyper-aware of how he looked: average, average, average. It didn't keep him from being half hard already. "I want your hands everywhere."
As much as he wanted to slide himself against Louis's very nice thigh, Q paused, pulling back just enough to look down at Louis. He stroked his fingers along the side of his face and whispered, "Hey, I know you can't get fully aroused in the physical sense anymore, but if I touch you, will it feel good? Will you feel pleasure? Because I really don't want to be the only one getting something out of this."
Relief rushed through him when Quentin was okay with the idea of them being naked because he wanted to see all of him. He was gorgeous with his clothes on and in his mind he'd imagined he was the same with them off. A small grin came to his lips when the man began working on getting the rest of his clothes off. "Be careful what you say, Quentin," he teased. His gaze moved slowly over his body, taking it all in. He was beautiful. Louis had never seen a man naked and didn't need all fingers on one hand to count how many vampires he'd seen that way.
Louis was so nervous about Quentin seeing him naked, and the posed question made him a little more so. "I'm not sure..." He laughed then put a hand over his face. The laughter was more from being nervous, not the question. "I'm sorry." He leaned up and kissed Quentin. "I...I mean...I haven't been sexually active in a very long time and no one's touched me like that in forever." He shook his head. "I'm being very awkward and strange, I know." He shifted then sat up. "I hope I'm not ruining the moment." He was sure he was. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, then slowly pushed his pajama pants down and tossed them where his shirt was.
"I'm very out of practice. Please be patient with me," he spoke softly.
Each word only served to paint a clearer picture of Louis's past, even if the details were still lost to the fog of time. Q watched him closely and didn't move until his boyfriend was still again. The curve of his spine was like a question mark of uncertainty. Quentin's own self-consciousness took a backseat to his concern and need to assure his amazing, beautiful, soon-to-hopefully-be lover. He sat up and knelt behind Louis so he could move his soft hair over a shoulder and begin kissing along the top of his back. "All the patience in the world, promise."
Q sighed and circled his arms around Louis's front, trailing his hands down his chest in the ways that Quentin himself liked to be touched. "God, Louis, you're gorgeous. I really hope you've had enough people in your life to tell you that. And if you haven't, then I'll tell you every day to make up for it." He reached the junction between neck and shoulder and sucked lightly at it. "Tell me what feels good, okay? And tell me what doesn't. We go at your pace."
The gentle sweep of his hair to the side followed by those soft warm lips on his skin felt heavenly. Louis could have sat there all night with nothing more than that happening. He smiled at the words, always filled with warmth and that tingly feeling whenever Quentin touched him.
The arms around him made him feel secure, warm, cared about. "Thank you, Quentin." Louis placed a hand over the other man's arm, fingers idly drawing up and down on it. It was when Quentin began sucking on his neck that Louis's fingers curled around his arm, squeezing lightly. He knew the sensation well, but coming from the other man it sent a delicious shiver down his spine. A quiet moan was pulled from him and he closed his eyes. "I...I like that a lot."
For just a second, Q thought the hand on his arm meant he'd already made a misstep, but Louis's reaction told him the attention was very welcome. He picked another place a little further up toward the lovely slope of pale throat and sealed his mouth around it. Scooting a little bit closer, Quentin opened his legs to bracket his boyfriend's hips and thighs with his own. There was no hiding what this was doing to him. It jut firmly now against the small of Louis's back and twitched as he continued to map out the planes of the smooth, cool chest with his palms and fingertips. "What do you remember?" he whispered again Louis's skin. "About being with someone?"
Louis’s toes curled as more attention was lavished on his neck. It was almost maddening, but in the best way. His eyes fluttered open when Quentin shifted to slip his legs around him and he felt the hardness of his arousal press against his backside. He pushed back against it and moved his hands to the other's thighs. “The heat…Flushed hot skin as mouths, hands and body’s explored and moved together. Heated kisses that left goosebumps and need in their wake. Moans and groans of pleasure filling my ears.” He shifted, fingers digging into Quentin’s flesh. “A need, an aching need at times.” Bits of memories flashed through his mind. “I think we should lay back down. Can we?”
Q's mouth pulled away with a gasp that shattered on the exhale, eyes closed as he visualized the moments Louis described. Coupled with the almost possessive way Louis gripped at his legs, it was enough to make him let out a groan of his own. He bought himself a moment before he moved by kissing a line up to Louis's ear, where he husked quietly, "Yeah. Yeah, we can." They should. As much as he was enjoying their current position, his knees were going to start protesting sooner rather than later. He leaned back and got himself back on the very nice pillows with only a minimum amount of scrambling. Gesturing with an extended hand, he smiled at his beautiful boyfriend. "C'mere. I want to touch you more. Help you make some of those sounds you remember."
Louis shifted then moved to lay beside Quentin once more, on his side facing him. Admittedly his gaze was moving over the other's body. It was a new experience but more than that, he wanted to touch him in a particular spot. "I want to hear you groan again, too." And moan or any other sounds Quentin made when he felt good. His fingers trailed down his chest then further until the barely ghosted over Quentin's hard length. Trying not to be shy or a complete newbie, Louis wrapped his hand around the hard warm flesh. It pulsed against his palm and though it may have been the wrong reaction, it made him smile.
"I hope this is okay." He leaned in for more kisses. Slow at first, but quickly building to more intense as his hand began to stroke Quentin.
"More than," Quentin breathed against the mouth currently making it very hard for him to breathe. Not that he was complaining or doing very much more than moaning and trying his best not to squirm even as his hips made these tiny thrusts. He whimpered at the slight friction, but he didn't want Louis to stop. His hand skimmed down Louis's arm, feeling the bunch and flex of perfectly preserved muscles and the way they worked to leave him gasping. "So good, Louis. So, so good." He moved to touch his hip again, thumb following the curve of his Adonis belt like it was pointing where Q most wanted to go. "Can I touch you too? I want you to feel this with me."
“You sound so good,” Louis murmured. He kissed down Quentin’s jaw and along his shoulder then nibbled up to his neck. There he paused a moment before moving to capture his lips once more. He really did love each sound and movement coming from the other man. It stirred emotions and feelings that had long been buried. “You can touch me wherever you want, however you want.” At the moment there wasn’t much he would say no to. “Or…” He paused again and pulled back slightly to look in Quentin’s eyes. “You could lay on top of me if you want to.” This was one of those moments he would be blushing if he could. “If that’s something you’d like. Or is there something you want to do?”
Maybe it said a lot about Quentin as a person, but every time Louis lingered over the side of his neck Q felt the animal rush of being prey and liked the thrill before his higher reason took over and he was glad when his boyfriend moved away of his own accord. Not too far, though. Just enough to get lost in the taste of his tongue and the cold of the skin Q planted his hands on, fingers spread wide across his chest. He smiled at the suggestion and pushed at Louis until he was on his back and Quentin was looming over him again, wearing nothing but a wicked smile. "There is something I want to do. Want to try."
Once more, he began to kiss a path down Louis's chest, all his attention on finding the places that made the other's breath hitch. He sucked a patch of tender skin on his navel and palmed the soft length, kneading it gently before slipping his mouth around it. Sure, it was a little strange, but this was still one of his favorite things to do. He hummed happily, tongue wrapping around Louis and hands caressing his hips and thighs.
It was so easy to get lost in the kisses, the touches, everything. After decades of not being truly intimate with someone, the vampire craved and loved these times with Quentin. He smiled up at him when pushed on his back, hands going to his head and fingers pushing through softness as the other began to lavish attention on his body. A moan came from him when his skin was sucked and his fingers curled a little tighter.
However, it was Quentin moving further down that had him raising his head to look down. Was he… His emotions rose up along with a mix of pleasure. The sensation wasn’t the same as it had been when he was human and fully able to be aroused, but the moment that Quentin hummed and sucked, a deep throaty groan came from him and his body writhed and almost pushed to get more. Never had he imagined anyone would ever want to touch him there again, that Quentin did, well, it said so much about him.
“Feels good.” For a few minutes Louis let himself be lost in the feeling, the sensation.
The way Louis was obviously enjoying all of this burned right down to the tips of Quentin's toes and rushed back up again until it pulsed in time to the throb between his legs. Just this one act alone was really getting to him, and there was a better than good chance that he wouldn't stop until his boyfriend told him to stop. His cheeks hollowed. His tongue swirled. He moaned. He looked up into Louis's face, caught up in his reactions. The need to touch himself was a slow burn that came over him so slowly he wasn't conscious of the way he was rubbing himself against His boyfriend's leg until he was already doing it.
He only pulled off to pant against the hollow where leg met hip, and hissed when he finally wrapped a hand around himself. At this point, Q didn't think he would last long. He licked and nipped at Louis's pale skin and swiped his tongue against his tip over and over. "You— god, just— everything about you. Watching you is just—" He broke off to chuckle, a high, breathy sound. "I'm gonna be thinking about this moment in all my waking hours, and most of my sleeping ones too."
If it were up to him they could stay like this all night, but he wanted more. His attention was drawn to his boyfriend when he spoke. A smile graced his lips and he half sat up and drug Quentin up with him to kiss him hard and passionately. “You’re amazing,” he spoke as they parted. “I can’t believe you chose me.” He’d never stop thinking that.
“Do you want to…you know,” was said shyly, and he almost ducked his head. “Or do you want me to suck you?” This time he did duck his head and grin. Not because it was funny but because he felt so shy and awkward talking like this. When you’ve never been with a man in such a way it was hard not feel that way. Louis lifted his gaze to meet Quentin’s. "I’ll do whatever you want, to be honest.” He stroked the other's warm, flushed cheek. “I hope you know how beautiful you are and how much I want you.”
Weird, being the one with experience, but Quentin was glad of it because it meant he knew what they should and shouldn't do—especially for a first time. He turned his face to nuzzle Louis's hand then took him by the wrist and began to meticulously and lasciviously suck and lick every single one of his fingers, including his thumb and palm. "We don't have the necessary things to 'you know', but I'll make sure to bring a bottle for the next time we get this far. And as much as I'd love your mouth, I'm could honestly go off at any second, and I don't want your first time to end so messily."
Here, Q grinned, slow and dirty as he pulled his vampire's now slick hand down to where he was almost aching, and wrapped it around him. "Well, messily in your mouth or on your face, at least. But here? Like this? It's perfect. You're perfect. And so gorgeous. I'm the lucky one, too, for you giving me the time of day."
There was something almost sensuous, provocative and a little dirty when Quentin sucked and licked over his fingers. Louis gaze never left his mouth, the mouth he was loving more and more. It was probably best they wait to do anything more intimate. The vampire was on unsteady ground in that area, but he still wanted Q. It would happen when it was meant to.
He needed no encouragement when his hand was led to Quentin's length. His fingers wrapped around and began to stroke him slowly with speed building up. Louis leaned up and kissed him, pouring in everything he felt. "You're more perfect, Quentin. So beautiful you make me heady." He could easily feel the flexing of the other's muscles, the labored breathing and knew he was so close.
The most pathetic noises and sounds spilled out of Quentin, and any words that made it as far as his mouth got less and less coherent the more Louis touched him and kissed him in a way that made his toes curl. He had to shut his eyes as the tightening sensation in his gut reached untenable levels and gave back as much as he possibly could. Q's hands hadn't stopped moving over his boyfriend's skin and into hair since that first touch, and now they clutched desperately at his shoulders as his head fell to side of the other's neck. There, he latched his lips and sucked greedily as he rutted tight circle of Louis's grip. It was also there where he let out a small grunt as he finally spilled over.
It seemed to last forever. He trembled with the force of it, breath coming out in ragged gasps and tiny whimpers.
Finally, he managed to cobble enough brain not to collapse directly onto Louis, but instead a little to the side, but still mostly draped over him. His arms were limp noodles, but they were still wrapped around him. "Mm, yeah, 's perfect."
The most pathetic noises and sounds spilled out of Quentin, and any words that made it as far as his mouth got less and less coherent the more Louis touched him and kissed him in a way that made his toes curl. He had to shut his eyes as the tightening sensation in his gut reached untenable levels and gave back as much as he possibly could. Q's hands hadn't stopped moving over his boyfriend's skin and into hair since that first touch, and now they clutched desperately at his shoulders as his head fell to side of the other's neck. There, he latched his lips and sucked greedily as he rutted tight circle of Louis's grip. It was also there where he let out a small grunt as he finally spilled over.
It seemed to last forever. He trembled with the force of it, breath coming out in ragged gasps and tiny whimpers.
Finally, he managed to cobble enough brain not to collapse directly onto Louis, but instead a little to the side, but still mostly draped over him. His arms were limp noodles, but they were still wrapped around him. "Mm, yeah, 's perfect."
How could Louis not be utterly aroused by the noises coming from Quentin? His touch sent a shudder through his body. Had he been capable of an orgasm, he would have come at that moment. Instead he stroked him harder, wanting him to fall to pieces and when he did, it was heady and beautiful to all of his heightened senses.
He held Quentin, nuzzling and kissing over him as he trembled, riding out his climax. His hand slowed, eventually coming to a stop. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, kissing the other's temple. "And perfect." He smiled then pulled back to look in Quentin's face. It was gorgeously flushed. "You...are everything." He pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you." He knew he needed to get up and get something to clean them up, but waited a few more minutes not wanting to yet break the moment.
"No, no, I'm pretty firmly in camp thank you." Q couldn't even begin to stop himself from leaning in and kissing Louis over and over again. Soon enough they'd have to move, but it wouldn't be now. "If I'm not careful, I'm going to run out of adjectives in English to describe you." He pushed his fingers through Louis's hair until his hand rested on the nape of his neck, just holding him close. "I'm going to sleep, just like this. Wrapped around you. But…" Quentin eyed his boyfriend hopefully, brows doing a ridiculous dance. "—possibly after a very short shower for two."