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Maybe it was fate that placed you at this party at the same exact time as Ted “Theodore” Logan. It definitely had to be some kind of divine intervention that had you sitting directly across from him during this game of spin the bottle. And if that wasn't enough, you must have had some kind of guardian angel by your side when Ted spun that bottle and it miraculously landed on you.
You have been crushing on Ted ever since you first saw him at one of his first Wyld Stallyns shows. Sure, the music wasn't great, but they were incredibly passionate about playing and that was enough to keep you coming back for more.
Now, you're being ushered into a closet with him, expected to play seven minutes in heaven and act entirely normal about it. Of course you're starstruck, who wouldn't be?
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“Whoa, it is like, super dark in here. I can't see anything, dude,” Ted whispers as soon as the door closes behind you.
“Makes it more interesting,” You whisper back.
You say a silent prayer that he can't hear your heart hammering inside of your chest. With no time to waste, you make the first move.
You follow the sound of his breathing and search in the dark for his hand. He stiffens as you grab onto him and pull him close, using your other hand to reach up and feel for his cheek. You make contact with his neck and slide your hand up to his cheek.
“Can I kiss you, Ted?”
“Oh, I haven’t, uh-” He clears his throat before you feel him nod and stutter out, “Y-Yeah.”
The
Ted “Theodore” Logan has never kissed anyone?! You weren't expecting that. Thinking about being his first kiss makes you nervous, but you're determined to make the most of this short amount of time you've been graciously given.
Leaning up a bit, you try your best to aim for his lips, but end up bumping your nose into his. Thankfully, he lets out an amused chuckle and doesn't seem put off by your blunder. You feel his large hand bump into your chest, followed by him pulling away and a hushed ‘
sorry.’
This time, his hand lands higher up, between your neck and shoulder. He follows the contours of your neck to your jaw and guides you to his lips.
As dark as it was in the closet, kissing him lit you up inside. Warmth blooms in your chest as you slowly take the lead and show him the motions. For someone who hasn't kissed anyone before, he wasn't half bad. His lips are soft and taste faintly of… cinnamon?
You intend to give Ted the full experience here. So, when he tentatively puts his hand on your hip, you intercept it and place it on your breast, squeezing around the back of his hand to give him an idea of what you're asking of him.
Eagerly, Ted pushes up your shirt and cups your breast through your bra. The fabric is restricting, but thin enough for him to get a feel for where your nipple is and gently rub his thumb across it, sending a hot wave of want pulsing through you.
Blindly, you slide your hand down his chest, slowing as you trace the long, raised scar adorning his belly. You want to ask him about it as you run your fingers across it, but you feel him flinch as you linger on it and figure it's probably still a sensitive topic. Abandoning the scar, you continue your journey downwards to find the edge of his jeans. He lets out a shuddered breath as you creep your hand underneath his waistband and into his underwear. What you find is more than enough to sate your curiosity.
Nestled in a bush of soft curls is his dick; it's long, and once you wrap your hand around it, you can feel that it's thick enough to make your mouth water and your thighs clench. You've barely touched him when he lets out a low whine, desperate and unsure. You pause for a second and pull away, seriously considering if you should be doing this to him or not.
“Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?” You ask, concern heavy in your voice.
“No! Please, don't stop,” Ted exclaims in a hushed tone as you hear him unzip his pants and shuffle them down, “You can totally touch me again, if you wanna.”
His reassurance is enough to have you groping around in the dark again, searching for him. He catches your wrist, and brings your hand down to where he's fully exposed now. You take him in your hand again, testing the waters with a couple shallow pumps before leaning into his shoulder.
Hot huffs of his breath ghost across your neck as you stroke him; soft whimpers spill unfettered from his lips. Feeling a little daring, you press a few experimental kisses to his neck.
“Wait, I'm-” He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale of breath and a moan, and you suddenly feel his dick pulsing in your hand.
“Did you just…” You whisper in disbelief, feeling his cum drip onto your fingers.
“Y-Yeah. I'm sorry, it never happens that fast,” Ted stumbles over his words as he apologizes to you.
“You don't have to apologize, Ted. It was fun.”
“Sorry. You can wipe your hand on my jeans, if you want.”
“Do I have to?”
“Huh?”
Without another word, you lift your hand to your lips and slowly lick his cum off of your fingers, one by one. With the last finger, you make an exaggerated pop noise as you pull it from your mouth, hoping he gets the message.
“
Whoa
.”
Message received, loud and clear, it seems.
Next thing you know, you feel his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, hungrily licking into your mouth, chasing what's left of his taste on your tongue. The desperation as he moans into your mouth makes you weak in the knees.
You're about to break away from him when the closet door flies open, the sudden burst of light causing you to squint. Ted's hands fly down to shove himself back into his pants and zip them up. His cheeks are beet red as he looks from you to his friend Bill, who is holding the door open.
“Nice! Dude, you totally got lucky,” Bill shouts as Ted takes your hand and leads you out of the closet.
“Shut up, Bill!” Ted uses his free hand to shove Bill out of the way.
You follow Ted up the stairs, past the rest of the party, and into the kitchen . It's strange looking directly at him. In the dark, everything almost seemed fake, like it didn't actually happen with him.
As you're processing that it did, in fact happen, you watch Ted dig through a couple of drawers before he produces a notepad and a pen.
“Is it cool if I get your number?” He asks sheepishly.
You nod and write it down for him with a grin.
“Excellent! Thanks,” He rips the page off the notepad and shoves it in his pocket, “Does this mean I can see you again sometime?”
“Maybe. Why? You wanna hang out with me for a re-do?” You tease.
Just like that, the red is back in his cheeks and he’s rubbing his neck nervously, “I totally didn't mean it like that. I like you, I think you're cool.”
“I think you're cool, too, Ted.”
He freezes up, almost like he didn't expect you to respond positively. You gently grab his hand and take a step closer to him.
“So, is that a yes?” He asks hesitantly.
“Yeah. I think so,” You giggle as you kiss his cheek.