Love Me Fuck Me

Rolf's POV:

"My best friend was called Jasper. We grew up in the same town called New Haven, our families were close. Really close."
*New Haven*, I remember that leaflet from Rolf's apartment. Amistad Academy it read. I focus again on what he's saying.

"Jasper was..." He sighs.
"He was my brother. I've got two sisters and they'll always be my baby sisters but Jasper *became* my brother. Anyways, we both wanted to become teachers so we left for college. It was there we met her. Jessie."
His forehead creased and eyes were lost in the past as he looks at me.
"Very quickly she became our third musketeer." He chuckles and I can't help but smile at that sound. Even if it was because of another woman.

"We were inseparable. People thought we were some weird three way relationship but it never got that way. Simply best friends. Until, Jasper wanted to enlist in the army."
Rolf tenses.
"I never agreed with the war. What our country was doing. But Jasper persisted and we agreed to disagree. It was tense between us when he left."

"He was gone for the entire summer and it was just me and Jessie. I've never been in a relationship before. I realised I'd fallen in love with her. She became more than a friend to me. I don't think she did it on purpose but I loved everything about her."
I bit my lip, almost wincing at his words. It hurt a lot.

"She had beautiful brown eyes, the girl next door type." Rolf smiles, looking ahead. His eyes are glazed over.
"One day I confess my feelings and she accepts me. It's going great, she loves me too. Suddenly she tells me she's pregnant." He swallows hard, calming his breathing.
"I was so happy. I couldn't believe it. I was going to be a father."
I sit up away from him. Maybe I wasn't ready to hear all of this. He carries on.

"So Jasper comes home for a while and he hardly spares a glance my way. For some reason it bothered him we were gonna have a baby. Eventually it became the two of us again. I never saw Jasper again. Me and Jessie drifted apart. One day, I came home and she was gone. All I got was a note."
He looks at me from the side and shakes his head.
"A *note*."

So he lost his love and baby. I didn't understand Jasper and his behaviour and I was angry at Jessie. How could she leave him? Why? I reach for his hand and he lets me.
"I'm so sorry, baby." I can't imagine losing your own child you never got to meet.
Rolf exhales and holds onto my hand.
"So that's my bad past. It's ugly but it's there. I'm baring myself to you so you know it's real."
"I hate what we have to do just to be together. It is unfair. I guess, something of our own tragedy." I think of Shakespeare and doing homework late in a classroom.
He holds my face in his hands and suddenly it's quiet. Our eye contact is intense and I feel nervous for what he's about to say.


"But you should know that... I love you."


Fahmeen's POV:

I am speechless, just staring at his face. So it does feel like the movies say. Fireworks, rainbows, unicorns or whatever else that symbolises pure unrestrained joy. He’s watching me, my reaction. Tears suddenly pour down and he asks,
"Why are you crying?"
I sniff a little and realise something I've been feeling for a while now.

"Because! I love you too." The tears continue but I'm laughing now, I think. Rolf laughs too and grabs my face, kissing me. My hands feel his face, his beard feeling so rough and right against my skin. We're sitting up on my bed. Still kissing, he lifts my t shirt above my head and throws it away and his hands immediately wrap around my body. I feel them fervently stroke up and down, like he can't get enough of the touch of my skin. I'm just as eager, I pull him down with me as I lay back on my pillow.

We moan and nibble, heat running through our bodies. He kisses down my stomach, hot and wet. I hear his moan against my skin and it sends delicious tingles down there.
"I love you." He mumbles.
"I... love... you." He repeats, between kisses on my bikini line. Quickly discarding me of any clothing downstairs, he does the same to himself and joins our bodies against each other. His lips back onto mine. *Where they belong*. Rolf pushes inside of me urgently, and he groans out loud. He's quick to develop a fast rhythm and my hips rise up to meet him. Our lips barely come apart. We can't get enough of each other.

"Why'd you take so long?" I pant, cupping his face. I don't want to dwell on time lost between us but every second feels precious since we're forced into the shadows. He shakes his head,
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He kisses me deep and I moan into his mouth. He goes faster.
"I think I loved you for a long time." I whisper brazenly, staring into his eyes. He takes my hands into his and locks them together, laying them flat besides our sweaty bodies.
"I think so too." He groans. The relief and delight drawing me to the most satisfying orgasm.
I smile up at the ceiling, his face goes into my neck and suddenly it seems brighter.

...

The night continues and he's still inside of me. Rolf continues his thrusts from behind, forcing my stomach flat on the bed. They're almost unbearably sensitive, as I keep wanting to squeeze my thighs shut. We take breaks and continue, building and chasing this final intense climax.

"God. I can't get enough of you." He pants in my ear. I close my eyes, moaning out loud and gripping the sheets. I relish the feel of his chest up against my back and his hand holds me up around my stomach. The sharp sting as his teeth bite my ear, force my eyes shut.
"Don't stop." I beg, feeling the familiar stirrings of pleasure. He kisses my shoulder and the side of my neck. He stays there as he deepens his thrusts. I gasp and my nipples sensitive and squeezed, being erect against the sheets. They're all contributing to, what I'm sure is, an orgasm we've yet to experience.

…


A car door shuts, followed by a couple more. I hear familiar chatter from outside. I still and gasp,
"W-Wait baby."
I don't think he hears me as he continues, moving both our slippery bodies against the sheets.
"S-stop."
"What's wrong?" He's panting and pushes hair away from my face so he can see me.
"They're back." I whisper. I hear him swallow and breath hard. The conflict of responsibility and selfish desire battling behind his eyes.

"I can't stop. Let's finish and I promise I'll go quietly into the night." He whispers against my back and he slowly starts up again. There's a smile on my face as I bite down on my lip, suppressing my moan.
He gets off his knees and lies on top of me, he keeps him self up with his hands. My legs automatically wrap around his waist as he forces himself back inside me. We're under the covers now, quiet but still moving. I watch the headboard, silently begging it not to make noise as I hear footsteps downstairs.
"Is your... door locked?" He struggles to say.
"I don't have a lock." I whimper, eyes still closed feeling his fucking.

"Fuck." He moans, suddenly stilling inside of me. Then there's movements on the stairs, footsteps coming up. It's my brother.
"Hey Fahmeen? You okay?" He asks from just outside my door. I'm frozen, with Rolf moving slowly releasing everything he's got inside of me. I feel his rush of breath on the side of my face. Our eyes meet and he doesn't look too concerned, only incredibly satisfied. I huff and remember to reply,
"Yes I'm fine! I'm just in bed."
"Okay. You missed a great movie." His retreating voice says as he walks to his bedroom. Rolf sighs, kisses my lips and forehead, sitting up over me.

"Don't let me go without finishing you off."
I sit up, enjoying this risky side to Rolf and plant a slow, hot kiss on his mouth. He smirks at my acceptance and I watch the sexy gleam in his eye. He adjusts himself and takes tissue, cleaning ourselves up.
"What if someone comes in?" I ask, some nerves seeping their way back into my conscious. He slips in a finger and moves slowly. I shut my eyes and squeeze my thighs together as he increases his pace.
"They won't." I try to convince myself, lost to the magic of his hands.