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Not more than two months after he and Ao’nung became an item , Neteyam found that he liked to kiss his boyfriend. He liked it a lot .
It was like any time they were left alone they’d end up gripping at each other's necks and shoulders, pulling the other in, in, in, until neither knew where one ended and the other began. They would kiss until they lost their breaths, cheeks red and lips swollen.
And Neteyam couldn’t get enough of it. He had spent so long not even thinking about the activity that now, when he actually got the chance to indulge in it, he felt like a starved man sat behind a table filled with plates loaded with various foods, fingers twitching in the air, not knowing where to start.
So giggles and chuckles being heard from the crack of Ao’nung’s bedroom door were not a rare occurrence.
Leave the door cracked open, Ao’nung’s father always warned.
As the principal of their school he was more than acquainted with anything and everything stupid teenagers were up to after they pair up, so it was no surprise he wanted peace from it in his own home.
“Ao’nung…” Neteyam sighed, laying on his back, the shorter boy towering over him.
The other pulled the collar of Neteyam’s shirt to the side, exposing the lines of his neck to his sharp smile and warm lips.
“Mmm?” Ao’nung questioned teasingly, one hand holding Neteyam’s shoulder while the other cupped the side of Neteyam’s face. The taller boy leaned into it, giggling as the kisses turned into Ao’nung blowing raspberries on the most tender parts of his skin.
“Stop it!” He giggled, his hands on Ao’nung’s shoulders but not pushing him away.
“Mm…” The other purred, leaning back a bit and tilting his head as he looked Neteyam in the eyes. “I don’t think you mean that.” He claimed, lips spread in a leisurely smile.
“No I do, I do!” Neteyam insisted.
He couldn’t help the disappointed drop in his features when the other actually obeyed, letting go of Neteyam and sitting back.
Neteyam’s chest heaved slightly and a moment passed before a whine rose up in his throat, hands scrambling to tug Ao’nung back into the previous position.
Ao’nung chuckled, pushing Neteyam’s hands off him and pinning them to his chest.
“I thought you said you meant it?” He teased and Neteyam turned beat red.
He closed his eyes so he didn’t have to look at the other’s smug expression as he sighed. “I didn’t mean it.”
Ao’nung leaned closer, breath ghosting the skin around Neteyam’s ear.
“What was that, Mumbles?” He taunted, warm breath making Neteyam wince.
“I lied! I lied, I lied, so please…” Neteyam stared at Ao’nung’s gaze, humiliated and begging. He didn’t know what he was asking for but he found that Ao’nung knew for him, when he released Neteyam’s hands, mouthing at Neteyam’s neck again.
Neteyam sighed in pleasure, winding his arms around the other’s neck as soon as they were free.
And so, Neteyam arrived home that night with a fresh bruise on his neck.
It just so happened that the first person he ran into was his father.
He greeted him like any other day, not really paying attention when he heard the inevitable.
“What’s that on your neck?”
Neteyam’s face flushed. A hand instinctively came up to cover the mark, but it was too late.
“Nothing.”
His father was unconvinced, walking closer to gently pry Neteyam’s fingers off of his neck.
“Did you get into a...” It was almost comical, how his eyes bulged out of his head. “..Fight?” He finished, lamely, already knowing the answer.
Neteyam felt his skin heat up and in his head a cartoon version of him was beating up a cartoon version of Ao’nung mercilessly.
“No.”
His father released his hand like it stung, stepping away with raised hands, like he was calming a wild animal.
He nodded at Neteyam, effectively dismissing him. Neteyam almost sprinted to it.
“Jake? What’s going on?” He heard his mother ask from deeper in the living room but Neteyam didn’t wait for his father’s answer. His heart was racing too loud to hear, anyways.
He brought Ao’nung along home the next day, as it was movie night and Neteyam was looking forward to showing Ao’nung Moonlight. As they walked through the door hand in hand, laughing about something that had happened at school, they were stopped by the sight of Jake sitting in the dining room, alone. His hands were intertwined on the table in front of him, a serious expression on his face.
The two stopped, wearily treading closer to the table.
His father looked up, and for a moment he looked scared.
“What’s going on...?” Neteyam questioned, looking around, like he expected something to pop out.
“Look, uh. There’s been a… family emergency.”
“What? What happened? Is everything okay?” He was starting to panic, only calming down when he felt Ao’nung squeeze his hand.
His father looked at Ao’nung with a strange expression before answering.
“I think maybe Ao’nung should go home, yeah?”
Neteyam’s brows furrowed and a protest rose in his throat before his boyfriend placed a hand on his shoulder, massaging it gently.
“It’s fine, Tey. We’ll just watch it this weekend.”
Neteyam looked unsure, so Ao’nung smiled comfortingly.
“Okay…” He leaned closer to kiss Ao’nung goodbye, closing the door behind him after he left.
He turned back to the dining room, wearily walking closer. The situation was starting to get suspicious. If it was something really urgent, his father would’ve told him already, no matter who was present.
“Why don’t you have a seat, bud?”
Dropping his book bag and raising a suspicious brow, Neteyam pulled a chair opposite to his father out, taking a seat.
“Where’s mom? And Kiri and Tuk?” He knew Lo’ak was on a date with Tsireya.
“I sent them out. To get groceries.”
Alarm bells started ringing in Neteyam’s mind.
“So it isn’t a family emergency.” He stated, crossing his arms across his chest.
Jake shook his head.
“No. It’s more of a… you emergency.”
Neteyam’s brows raised when his father pushed a small folded piece of paper across the table, a pamphlet.
He broke their ongoing eye contact to look at it closer, wincing when he read the title.
So it wasn’t a stork? - your teen’s guide to a safe and healthy sex life
He looked back at his dad’s face, scandalised. His father did not look comfortable. Neteyam groaned, covering his face.
“Look, look! I know you hate this, I do! But we have to do this.”
Neteyam peeked from between his fingers as if to say Really? Do we? His father winced.
“You’re growing and you’re… exploring what you like and hell, you’re eighteen already it’s about time, but I realised that we never actually discussed… This or what it means. And I just wanted to make sure that you were doing okay. That you’re being safe and sure. ”
Neteyam understood his father’s intentions. He really did. He was glad he was as supportive as he was, as understanding and compassionate. But he couldn’t help turning bright red.
“So are you? Being safe?”
“..yes…” Neteyam mumbles, rubbing his eyes.
“Is he nice to you?”
A small smile creeps onto Neteyam’s lips.
“He is,” He nods. “Really.”
His father smiles, pleased with the answer.
“Look, if you ever have any questions, about anything, you can count on me. And I mean it. I know nowadays you guys have the internet, but if you want insider info, ” he smiled dorkishly, spreading his arms, “I’m right here.”
Neteyam scoffed.
“I don’t think you’d be able to help with my situation , dad.”
“Oh yeah? Since when did you start doubting your dear old dad like this?”
Neteyam thought his jaw would hit the floor if he didn’t snap it shut as soon as it felt it open. His father smirked in answer and Neteyam wished the earth would swallow him whole.
The next day Neteyam couldn’t help blushing every time he touched or looked at Ao’nung. Their relationship was far from being secret, and he always knew his family knew, but now it felt… real.
Ao’nung unsurprisingly noticed instantly, judging by his texts during their English class.
U ok?
Ur really jumpy
Is it about ur dad?
When Neteyam saw the texts flash across his screen, he looked up to meet Ao’nung’s worried gaze from across the room. He smiled reassuringly, quickly taking a hold of his phone to type out a reply.
It’s nothing :)))
I’ll tell you at your place
Ao’nung didn’t look convinced.
Love u
Love you too!
<3333
“So what’s up?” Ao’nung asked as soon as they walked into his room, their bags dropped next to the door.
Neteyam eyed the crack in the door wearily. Ao’nung’s whole family was home and he didn’t exactly enjoy the thought of them all joining the live listening of the latest episode of the 18 Year Old Virgin podcast.
Ao’nung seemed to understand his apprehension, looking down his hallway for a sign of anyone before quietly shutting the door. He turned to Neteyam, gently pulling him along to sit on his bed.
“We have like twenty minutes. My dad checks.”
Neteyam nodded thinking over what he even wants to say.
“So should I be worried? Is this another wet dream incident?”
Neteyam chuckled softly, covering his eyes with one of his hands and shaking his head.
Ao’nung smiled.
“Alright. What’s up?”
“It was my dad, you were right. And there was no family emergency.” Ao’nung raised a brow. “He wanted to have a talk.”
The other didn’t seem to get it.
“ The talk.”
Ao’nung blushed.
“Yeah. I know.”
A moment passed and a hand took Neteyam’s softly.
“And how’d it go?”
Neteyam shrugged, turning the hand in his over and gently intertwining their fingers.
“It wasn’t too bad. He just asked if I was safe and if I had any questions. He also hinted at him having experience with gay sex,” Neteyam added, more like a question and chuckling along with Ao’nung’s surprised scoff. “I know! Look, all I’m saying is… Hide your dad.”
Ao’nung slapped Neteyam’s shoulder, scandalised.
“I’m serious! If I was my dad and I had a hot new neighbour like that?”
He was slapped again, Ao’nung smiling dangerously.
“Stop it!”
The laughter died down.
“I mean, we haven’t even… done anything. So. Didn’t even have anything to tell him.”
Ao’nung squeezed his hand tentatively.
“Would you… want to do anything? With me?”
“Yes?”
“Tey, that’s a question.”
“No? Yes? Man, I don’t know!” He could feel his neck heating up and he assumed the other noticed as well. He covered his face with his free hand.
Fingers gently pried his own off of his face, the other’s hands opting to instead Neteyam’s in Ao’nung’s lap, thumbs circling across the tops. The boy looked at Neteyam patiently, waiting for him to elaborate.
“I guess I just. I’m embarrassed. I mean, I’m so new to… All of this! And I’m not used to being new to anything! It’s so weird, not knowing exactly what to do!” His boyfriend nodded sympathetically.
“Well, I don’t want to do anything until you’re sure you want to do something.” He said. “Not like I’m some manwhore,” the addition made Neteyam chuckle. “Okay?”
Neteyam nodded, smiling. His hand raised to instinctively run over the tender bit of skin still on his neck, fingers running over it in small circles.
“Was it too much?”
Neteyam looked at Ao’nung questioningly. The other nodded towards his neck, where his hand was.
“Oh.” At the memory of the scene in his bedroom just two days before, his lips twitched, cheeks pleasantly warm. “No. I liked it.” He reassured.
Suddenly, Ao’nung pushed Neteyam back onto the plush bed under him, moving to straddle him. He stared at Neteyam for a moment and in it Neteyam thought he was going to attack his neck again. Instead the other’s gaze lowered to his lips, leaning closer slowly.
Neteyam thought it was too slow.
So he met the other halfway, tenderly pressing his lips against the ones above.
A heat pooled in his lower back.
When they seperated, Ao’nung leaned downwards, to Neteyam’s neck and the taller boy lifted his face, making space.
Feather light kisses littered the skin of his neck and he shuddered with each one, fingers tangling in Ao’nung’s curls.
A breathy moan left his lips just as a knock on the door warned them of another’s presence.
It was Tonowari who peeked in, too soon for the two to really jump apart. He looked at their expressions exasperated before moving his gaze onto his son, shaking his head.
“This door was supposed to stay open, Nung.”
Ao’nung was still sitting on Neteyam’s legs, cheeks darkening with every second passed. He nodded.
“I’m sorry Papa.”
His father chuckled, walking out of the room, waving at Neteyam.
“Good to see you, Neteyam.”
“You too, sir!” He exclaimed awkwardly to a now almost shut door.
After a moment the boys’ gazes met and they fell into giggles, Ao’nung falling forward to hide his face in Neteyam’s still exposed neck. He groaned, Neteyam’s hands massaging his scalp in response.
That night he came home with two more marks, walking to his room briskly. He had the misfortune on bumping into his mother on the way, she was walking out of Tuk’s room, no doubt after putting her to bed.
She looked at him calculatingly before her lips spread into a teasing smirk.
“Had fun?”
“Mother, please” Neteyam whined.
“What? It’s a good thing!” She defended.
“Mama…” He pleaded.
“Yeah yeah…” She chuckled, placing a kiss on his forehead. “Get some sleep, baby.”
He did, but not before placing his fingers atop the marks littering his neck, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat and wondering if Ao’nung remembered it with his lips.