A/N: This chapter contains mature content. I will indicate where it starts with ------------------------ and indicate where it ends with ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ so if you want to skip this section you can.

Trevon Carter

I finished with my particles and waves physics class and then drove home. When I got home, I immediately worked on the homework I had. I kept looking at the time on my phone. I wanted to send Arthur a text as soon as he got done with his dancing. If I sent him a text now, and he checked, Alice might see it. It sounded like they were getting along now, but I didn't want to take any chances. I couldn't forget how she had lunged at my face with claw like fingers when I broke up with her. I didn't want Arthur to ever face that kind of wrath from her.

When I was finished with homework, I cleaned up a little bit. It wasn't messy because I liked to keep the place clean, but I dusted, swept the floor, vacuumed. I checked my phone when I was done. He should have been done by now. I sent him a text.

Me: Can you come over tonight? Bring the ring.

I didn't have time to set the phone down before I received a response.

Beautiful Art: Ok. I'll bring dinner too.

I turned on the science channel while I waited. It was currently a show about the Earth's different layers. When my doorbell rang, I turned off the t.v. and went and answered the door.

"Hello, handsome," Arthur smiled up at me.

"Hello, beautiful," I replied.

His smile grew wider and he stepped passed me. I closed the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and took the bag of food into the kitchen.

"The ring," I said because I thought it was best to get that out of the way.

"You don't want to wait until after dinner?" he asked.

"No," I said. "I'm afraid you're going to change your mind." I held out my hand. He set the food on the table and reached into his pocket. He pulled out the ring and walked quickly to me. I thought with how fast his movements were at the moment that he would just drop the ring into my hand. His hand was over mine with the ring pinched between his fingers. All he needed to do was open his fingers. He didn't. His eyes lingered on the ring. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

I didn't say anything. I just waited. Finally, his fingers opened and the ring dropped into the palm of my hand. I quickly closed my hand around it. I pocketed it.

"I'm surprised you didn't try to keep it and call it your precious," I said.

He stared blankly at me. He blinked clearly not getting the reference. His hesitation had reminded me of Bilbo.

Then his deep eyes lit up and he said, "Oh, are you talking about that meme with that weird looking guy who looks like he is sick and has that weird stringy hair and the bug eyes and the sharp teeth. The goblin guy?"

"Gollum isn't a goblin," I said.

He blinked at me blankly again.

"You've never read the Hobbit or the Lord of the Rings trilogy?"

"No."

"Never even seen the movies?"

"No. Are they good? Should we watch them? Let's watch them. Are they going to scare me?"

"You weren't afraid of that ghost movie. I thought you liked horror movies."

"I do," he said, "but that Goflum guy looks scary. But also cute in a weird way."

"Gollum," I said.

"What did I say?"

I sighed, but a smile crept onto my lips because my Arthur was just too cute. "Yes, we can watch them. Not the Hobbit movies though. Those weren't that good. I know. We can watch the old cartoon movie of the Hobbit and then the Lord of the Rings movies."

"Why?" Arthur pouted. "I didn't see the movies, but I remember the commercials and there were a lot of hot guys in it. Are you trying to stop me from watching hot guys? Are you jealous?"

"What? No. They're just not as good."

"But I want to see that one hot short guy with the long black hair and beard. He was like the boss or something."

"Thorin?"

"I don't know."

"If he was the leader of the dwarves then it had to be Thorin."

"Okay. Thorin is hot. So is the blond guy with the bow played by the delicious Orlando Bloom."

"Legolas," I said. "He's in the Lord of the Rings movies. Trust me the Lord of the Rings movies are so much better than the Hobbit movies."

"Is Thorin in the Lord of the Rings movies too?"

"No."

"See, we have to watch those specific Hobbit movies so I can get my fill of hot guys."

"Don't I fill you up enough?" I teased.

He smiled really wide and threw his arms around my neck. He brought his lips to mine.

"You do," he said against my lips. "Want to fill me up tonight?"

"Stars, skies and bees yes," I said.

"Hey, that's my saying. But I'll let you borrow it from time to time because I like the way it sounds in your voice."

"I could fill you up now," I said. My hands trailed down over the curves of his butt and squeezed.

"After dinner," he said and pulled away. He started to sort out the food. I went into my bedroom, took the ring out of my pocket and put it in my sock drawer. I'd get rid of it tomorrow when Arthur wasn't around.

I went back into the kitchen. Arthur was sitting at my little dining table waiting for me. The food was all set out as well as two glasses of water. I went and sat across from him. Instead of his usual, he got us two wraps from that sandwich place I liked. I hadn't ever tried their wraps. They were delicious, but I preferred the sandwiches. We talked about our day while we ate. He talked a little bit about the choreography he and Danny were coming up with, but I didn't really understand it. It was fun watching him talk about it.

When we finished, we cleared off the table. I did have a dishwasher, but since we didn't dirty many dishes, he hand washed and I dried and put away. Warmth spread through me as I worked alongside him, as I watched him wash my dishes. The warmth settled in my chest and I was caught up in the moment of how right this felt.

"I love you." I hadn't meant to say that out loud. I didn't even know the words were in my head until I said them out loud. The first time I said those words should have been romantic, not while we were washing dishes side by side.

He froze with his eyes looking down at the plate in his hand. What had I done? I couldn't take the words back now. I really hoped I didn't just scare him away. He gently put the plate down in the sink. Then he crashed his lips to mine before I could really process it. He jumped and wrapped his legs around my waist as his arms came around my neck. He was careful not to touch me with the wet, soapy gloves he wore. I carefully put down the dish towel and glass I had been drying. My arms clung to his waist as I pulled his taunt body against mine so there was no space between us.

"Say it again," he said breathless against my lips.

"I love you," I said.

He kissed me again sliding his tongue desperately into my mouth. I backed up into the kitchen counter to steady myself.

Arthur pulled away briefly. His heated eyes stared into my own. "Bedroom," he said.

"Your homework," I said, but I had already given in.

"I left it in the car," he said. "Bedroom."

"The gloves," I said.

"Oh," he ripped the gloves off as fast as he could and tossed them onto the counter. His legs that were wrapped around my waist never loosened their grip. His arms came around my neck again only this time, his fingers played with my hair. He moved up and down grinding on me. "Bedroom," he demanded.

I carried him to my bedroom and placed him gently on my bed. My lips met his in a heated embrace. Our tongues melded together. I slipped a hand underneath his shirt and traced his stomach muscles. His warm hands slipped underneath my shirt and touched my bare flesh along my back as we continued the intense kiss.

My lips broke away from his mouth and went down his neck. I sucked, nibbled and licked his skin as I made my way down his neck to that hollow spot that had him moaning.

-------------------------------------------------------

"Trevon," he called out to my bedroom. He had a large bulge in the front of his pants where the thick material restricted his hard on. I sat up and unzipped his pants. He sat up and ripped his shirt off as I tugged his pants and boxer briefs off. He reached up for me, but I held back a moment so I could look at his naked, glorious form. Every muscle defined, his eyes smoldered, his moist, luscious lips, his beautiful jawline, the movement of his skin as the muscles moved underneath it.

"You're beautiful," I said. He smiled and I bent over him to take his full lips in mine. He returned my kiss desperately while tugging my shirt up. I threw my shirt off and then slid off my pants and boxers. His eyes scanned over me hungrily as I hovered over him. His hands spread fire through me as they trailed down my back, over my glutes and back up. We stared at each other as his hands roamed, as our hard ons pressed against each other.

I slowly lowered over him until our lips met again, until my tongue tasted his mouth and circled his tongue. I opened the drawer to my nightstand without breaking our kiss and took out the lube. I pulled away and spread the lub on my fingers. Then I was back trailing kisses along his neck. I inserted the first finger while my lips left his neck and trailed down his chest. I took a nipple in my mouth and swirled my tongue over it. He writhed underneath me. As his flesh shifted against mine my desire grew until every inch of me was aflame. I gently bit his nipple and he moaned loudly. The sound of it filled me with ecstasy and I needed more.

I inserted the second finger and moved my kisses back up his neck. I found that spot inside him with my fingers. He writhed and moaned. His thighs tightened around me. My mouth found his and he moaned into my mouth as I inserted the third finger.

Just when I thought he was ready for me, he broke our kiss and rolled me over so he was now on top of me. He stared down at me panting heavily. His hands ran up and down my chest, lingered on both my nipples and I moaned. My eyes closed and my hips bucked. I needed to be inside him. His hands trailed down to the muscles of my stomach.

His hands left me. I opened my eyes to see him pulling out a condom from the same drawer I had retrieved the lube from. He used more lube as rolled the condom on me and even more lube. His fingers lingered on my hard on as his eyes stared into mine. Then he guided me into him as he sat on me just like the first time we had ever had sex.

He began to shift and move so I was sliding in and out. My hips bucked as if they couldn't stand to be away from him even for a moment. He bent over me and I sat up partially to meet his kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss and sat tall on me as he continued his movements. He bit his bottom lip, closed his eyes and moaned.

The first time we had sex, I had been so captivated I couldn't move. I was still captivated, but now I wanted to touch him - needed to touch him. My hands ran along his strong thighs, along his forearms before finally settling on his hard on.

I began to stroke and pump him. His back arched beautifully, gracefully like one of his dance moves. He was limber, flexible, nimble. He kept arching even passed the point I thought was impossible. His hands were on my thighs. He moaned loudly as he straightened his back. His rich eyes stared into mine again as he moved up and down, as his hips shifted, as his thighs clung to mine.

His eyes closed and he shouted, "I love you, Trevon!" and released.

His words, his body, his love shot through me and I climaxed.

He sprawled his body over mine while I was still inside him. His chest heaved against mine as we panted together. "I love you, Trevon," he said quieter into my neck. My arms squeezed him to me.

"I love you, Arthur," I said.

We stayed that way as our breaths calmed and then even longer. Finally, he got off me. He took off the condom and cleaned me and himself.

"You should really go get your homework out of your car," I said. He sat beside me on the bed and I ran my fingers up and down his back.

"So you don't want to try the sixty nine position?" he asked with a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

When I didn't answer right away, he started to move. His mouth was now hovering over my growing hard on and my mouth was very close to his.

"Should I go get my homework?" he asked. His breath blew on my hard on.

I grabbed the flesh of his butt and pulled him into my mouth. He didn't wait anymore before he took me into his mouth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Homework could wait till later. Or maybe he could just skip one night.