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Chapter Twenty One and a Half	By : azuretears Category: +1 through F > Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends Views: 8128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note- In case y'all didn't read the summary, this is a continuation of Nightmare's chapter twenty-one, which won't be up for some time (according to the date I put *this* up). You don't need to have read the chapter to understand what's going on, though it might help if you've read the story itself.

Shutting the door soundly behind them, Bloo flashed Mac a cat-like grin. Smiling weakly, apprehensive, he glanced backwards as if bidding his freedom goodbye. Yes, they were virgins, but did that necessarily mean they had to consecrate their commitment to each other by making love? And, ashamed though he might be to admit it, Mac was terrified of taking the next step. They’d been together for over a year now and yet, when it came to sexual advances, he was completely lost.

“We…we don’t have to do this, you know,” he murmured, letting Bloo lead him by the hand to his bed. There they sat, hands clasped like schoolchildren, taking full stock of the situation. If they passed on this, quite possibly their last opportunity to deepen their relationship, they’d never get another chance. On the other hand, was it asking too much? Could both of them give each other themselves, in essence, and dedicate themselves to making each other happy?

“I love you, Mac,” Bloo whispered, instead of replying, and kissed his neck. Affectionately, he nibbled, letting his hands roam where they may, including through his hair and underneath his shirt. Mac froze, uncertain. He glanced into his imaginary friend’s eyes and, in a split second, the decision was made. Still shy but determined, he pushed him back onto the bed and lorded above for a second, scrutinizing the way his tousled blue hair looked splayed across the pillow, his scarred left cheek, and the beauty of the friend he’d created. It took his breath away.

“I love you too,” he whispered, leaning forward and nipping him on the ear. When Bloo yelped in surprise, Mac merely grinned mischievously, letting his own hands start roaming. They soon found themselves underneath his shirt and rubbing his back muscles. Calloused skin, one which had borne much abuse, rolled beneath his fingers. He darted towards his shoulder blades and back again, reveling in the way his bare skin felt.

Bloo, however, was getting a little bored. Smirking, he stopped caressing Mac’s back to focus on his front, namely, his nipples. Ducking his body lower (much to his protests), he shoved his head under his shirt to lick at the soft, salty ducts. Mac moaned, blood rushing to his chest as his tongue licked a circle around them. They hardened and Bloo grinned evilly, nibbling on them as well. The rush of blood that came from his chest jumped to his nether regions and he moaned again, realizing his jeans were growing a bit too tight.

Bloo stopped his administrations, ducked his head back out from underneath, and, with a feral grin, rubbed his crotch. Unable to stop himself, Mac moaned again, louder and more insistent. He was starting to feel like the zipper was digging into him and the way his hands moved over the bulge, grinding into it and threatening to unzip him but jumping back at the last split second, was torture.

“Should I let the lion out?” he smirked, kneading him between his palms the best he could, considering he was still within the confines of both jeans and briefs. He was growing hard, almost painfully so, and he really wished he’d stop this game. Bloo lowered himself further, so his head was at zipper level, and unzipped it with his teeth. He then inched the fabric down, blowing on the front of his briefs, particularly where the opening was. He ran his tongue along the edge, stopped, smirked, and then straddled him. Mac, bewildered to no end, stared blankly up at him.

“You didn’t even take off my shirt,” he said accusingly, and, to Mac’s completely befuddled mind, he only managed to stare blankly. Shirt? Huh? But he was…and then there was…

“I…uh…what?” he replied, slowly coming back down from cloud nine. Bloo snickered, placing his hands underneath his shirt, and lifting it up and off. Lightly blue colored skin, including blue nipples, greeted him. Mac ran his fingers over him lovingly, caressing his stomach, running his palms over his nipples, and exploring the spot where his midsection met his lower regions. There was no belly button, but, curious, he raised himself to lick at his stomach. Cocking an eyebrow, Bloo at first hung back, but moaned a little himself as his tongue began to climb upwards, licking at his nipples like they were lollipops. Bloo pushed Mac back onto the bed again and grinned, grinding himself against him. On his terms or not at all, or so it would seem.

Mac wrapped his legs around Bloo and ground fiercely, determined to at least make this equal. He could feel his arousal prodding against his own and, after sticking his tongue in his mouth and sucking on his neck, he lowered his DIE issued sweatpants, leaving only the transformer belt and his underwear. He stroked the sides of him, grinning at the pants exiting him, and kissed him hard on the lips once more. But for Bloo, enough was enough. He grabbed Mac’s hands, forced them to force his own underwear down, and the two laid naked in the bed. This, in Bloo’s mind, was where the fun started.

He ran his fingers over every inch of his body, paying particular attention to his rear and his length. Mac shut his eyes, the sensation intensified through his imagination. Then, suddenly, an air current arose and he glanced down to see Bloo blowing on him, running his tongue over the sides, and then lightly brushing his scrotum with his fingers. Already hard, he felt himself harden to a rather painful level and he tightened up otherwise. Bloo grinned, licking at him like a cat, but not taking him into his mouth.

He hoisted himself up again, ground himself against him again, letting their heat work its own magic. Mac moaned, hands falling to his lover’s length to stroke and pump it alternatively. It was warm and hard in his hands, pulsating and just like his. He began to lower himself, then stopped, too shy to think of it. Naturally, anything Mac was too shy to either think or do, he did with ease and engulfed him whole, sliding his mouth up and down and very gently using his teeth.

He didn’t want to, badly he didn’t, but the possibility lay of him coming in his mouth. He clenched his eyes shut, gripped Bloo tightly to him, and communicated mentally- “not now”. This, of course, wasn’t met by a great deal of enthusiasm. Instead, Bloo increased his efforts, sucking harder than ever. Mac was lost in a world of pleasure, but, in the back of his head, he still didn’t want to. Yet when Bloo’s tongue encircled his tip and began sucking hardest on it, he discovered he didn’t have much of a choice.

“B-Bloo…” he whimpered, “careful…”

This was the best he could give him, considering it took him forever to remember how to talk. Bloo blinked, jumping back just in time for him to shudder deeply and soil a comforter that would later have to be cleaned. Relaxing a little, he opened his eyes and beamed at him, kissing him soundly on the mouth and completely, totally not expecting what came next.

For out of a small drawer by his bed was a bottle of lubricant and, placing it on his finger, he eased its way inside him. Back to being bewildered (not to mention terrified again), he watched him pour as much as he thought he needed (which was probably too much) and situate himself accordingly. The question in his eyes he answered with a kiss, meaning “if it hurts, I’m sorry”.

Gently, though the patience killed him, he thrust himself inside him. Mac cried out, both in pain and pleasure. Bloo smiled sweetly, kissing him again and urging him mentally not to worry. He tried it again, slower, and let him gather the beat of this most intimate of dances. This time, he wasn’t nearly as surprised, though the tightness bothered him. Again and again, their bodies met, the waiver thin transformer belt not hampering anything. Finally, he erupted inside him and tumbled off, lying on his stomach on the bed.

Drained but the happiest he’d been in a long time, Bloo smiled weakly at his creator, rolled over to cradle him against his chest, and nuzzled his cheek. Mac smiled weakly back, blown away by everything. Their bodies glistened in sweat, but neither had noticed.

“I love you, Mac,” Bloo whispered, kissing his neck.

“I love you too, Bloo…” Mac whispered, shutting his eyes. In a few moments, both boys were asleep.
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Chapter Twenty One and a Half