I think he may be bipolar, Carmen thought as Osmond lifted him off of his feet and gently helped his legs wrap around his waist. It was late, too late for people who actually had things to do the next day to be awake, but there they were. Their already late flight had been delayed, meaning they had arrived in the busy city nearly an hour after they were supposed to, and they still had something they needed to do before the performance the next night.

With slow and careful steps, Osmond carried him to the bed and gently laid him down against the sheets before pulling back, Carmen's legs still tight around his waist, and unbuttoning his own shirt.

They weren't going fast as they probably should have. The kissing had started with a light peck to the corner of Carmen's mouth, and it never once got heated. Even as they used tongues it was still slow and sweet, savoring the flavor of one another.

Carmen sat up in the bed, loosening his hold on Osmond with his legs so he didn't have to bend in half as he did so. This put him at level with the taller navel, and he kissed the skin there before raising his hands to the front of Osmond's pants. "Hey". Carmen looked up at the boy who was looking down at him, smiling softly and he couldn't help but to return it. "You okay?"

Carmen swooned at Osmond's thoughtfulness and leaned forward, kissing the skin above his waistband once more. "That's sweet, but I was just wondering if you were okay".

"Why would you be worried about me?" Osmond asked,passing a hand through Carmen's hair and tangling his fingers in the blonde strands at the nape of his neck. Glancing up at him with wide- and what Carmen hoped were- seductive eyes, he unbuttoned the front of the other's expensive pants, pulling the zipper down with his teeth. Osmond's face was blank as he watched this, but his arousal was evident in the darkness of his silver eyes.

"Because," Carmen breathed, pausing his words to blow hot air against Osmond clothed erection, drawing a beautifully desperate moan from the other, "I don't understand you".

Chuckling softly, Osmond tightened his hand in Carmen's hair, pushing his face closer. "You understand me enough to know what I want right now, right?" Osmond asked and Carmen grinned to himself before once more using his teeth to tease Osmond while removing his cloths.

The older groaned as his erection was finally freed from its previous confinements and Carmen wrinkled his nose as the tip of it hit his chin, smearing precum there. "Oh fuck, Carmen". Trying to look as innocent as possible, Carmen slowly stuck his tongue out, delivering several small licks to the head of Osmond's cock. "Holy fuck, baby. How are you so good with your mouth?" Osmond breathed and Carmen paused a moment to smile, thinking how wonderful the word baby became when it was coming from Osmond's mouth and how much he loved the fact that it was directed at him.

And then he enveloped him whole, taking it easily and relaxing his throat. The hand in his hair tightened and Carmen hummed, pressing his tongue flat against the underside of Osmond's dick and tracing a vein. Through his eyelashes, he peered up at the erotic sight that was Osmond in pleasure.

His mouth parted heavenly with his eyes scrunched closed tightly. After a moment, he tilted his head backwards and breathed, "oh fuck," towards the ceiling.

Carmen pulled off him then, gasping for breath as he stared at the cock in front of him, now slick with his own saliva. As he breathed he wrapped a small hand around the base and Osmond let out a shaky laugh. "You're so good at that".

"I'm a pleaser," Carmen said, his voice husky and Osmond groaned once before taking a step away from him and removing his pants and boxers from where they pooled around his ankles. Then he stood, looking absolutely delectable wearing only an unbuttoned dress shirt and Carmen shifted as he felt his body heat with arousal.

"I'd say that I'm the pleaser in this case, wouldn't you?" Osmond teased, reaching forward to pull Carmen's plain grey t-shirt over his head and throw it onto the floor. To make it easier, Carmen raised his arms, but before he could lower them once more, Osmond grasped his wrists with one large hand and then the older boy was straddling him as his arms were pinned to the bed above his head.

"You're a pleaser?" Carmen asked, tilting his head so instead of looking up at his hands, he was looking into Osmond's eyes. "Prove it".

A low growl was ripped from the taller man's throat at the teasing and he immediately released Carmen's clasped hands to began pulling on the waistband of his travel sweatpants. Groaning, Carmen raised his hips off of the bed, allowing Osmond to hastily remove the remaining fabric from his body and throw it as if it had wronged him.

Carmen shivered as his thighs were parted and large hands slid slowly up the inside of them, touching the smooth skin for just a moment as his eyes followed their path.

Then Osmond was kissing up his neck and whispering the words, "I want to mark them," into his ear. Before Carmen could ask what that meant, Osmond's weight was gone from his body, leaving him shivering and naked, his mouth parted in protest.

The words where are you going? Were interrupted by a moan, pulled from Carmen's own lips as a gentle bite was delivered to his inner thigh. "Wh-" Carmen's voice shook so he started over, "what are you doing?"

Propping himself onto his elbows, he looked down at Osmond, who had his things spread apart and was resting between them as his mouth worked its way up the inside of his right leg. He was nibbling on the skin, sucking hickies into it until he got right up to the base of Carmen's dick, where he blew hot air against his member before pulling back and giving the same treatment to his other thigh.

This continued for quite some time until Carmen's cock, as well as his eyes, were leaking and his thighs were covered in bruises in a range of different purples.

"Osmond," Carmen gasped as the boy finally pulled away to admire his work.

"So perfect," the black haired boy mumbled, once again running his hands up Carmen's thighs before sighing and crawling forward until he was in front of the others face.

They kissed, their mouths open, tongues slowly caressing one another. It was the same pace they had started with, careful and loving, and even though it scared Carmen, hell, it terrified him, he didn't want it to end.

Pulling back just enough so he could speak, Osmond asked, "did you pack the lube in your suitcase?"

"Yeah but," Carmen began, moving to quickly slide his arms around Osmond's neck before he could climb off the bed, "we don't need it".

Osmond smiled softly at his, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose and Carmen closed his eyes at the sweet gesture.

And then Osmond's weight was once again gone and the only sound in the room was that of him rustling through Carmen's suitcase. "I said I don't need it," Carmen protested, pouting and rolling onto his side to look at the boy standing across the room, still completely naked and seeming unembarrassed by this.

"I don't want to hurt you," was Osmond's soft reply and Carmen's breath caught in his throat as he just looked at the boy on the other side of the room.

Osmond was so good at taking care of him. He was good at making sure he ate and making sure he was comfortable and making sure he slept enough. It was sweet, and Carmen couldn't stop himself from feeling well, feelings for the other.

But Jordan Sullivan, he reminded himself, pushing all thoughts of Osmond back for a moment before said boy was dropping back down onto the bed next to him and turning a clear bottle over in his hands.

But Osmond Greyjoy.

Carmen rolled onto his side, throwing his leg over Osmond's waist and the other chuckled softly, one hand clicking open the top of the lube bottle, and the other sliding his fingers over Carmen's knee, hiking it up further, forcing him closer.

"This might hurt a bit," Osmond warned and Carmen nodded, ducking his face against Osmond's neck and marveling in how well their bodies fit together.

Carmen tensed at the sound of the cap closing and a soothing hand rested on the small of his back for a moment before running up his spine and mumbling soothing words in his ear as his other hand crept down to his entrance.

Jumping at the feeling of the cold lube on his hole, Carmen whimpered into Osmond's neck and the older laughed. "It heats with friction," Osmond promised, sliding a finger into him and Carmen whimpered and then mewled loudly.

Slowly the finger moved into and out of him until he was ready for a second, which Osmond slowly eased into him.

Even though they had sex a handful of times by this point, the stretching was still uncomfortable, especially when they were going at such a slow pace, instead of the typical speed where the pain was replaced with the feeling of rushed but overwhelming pleasure.

But somehow Carmen preferred this pace more.

He was breathing heavily into Osmond's neck, moaning quietly as the boy spread his two fingers apart to stretch him before subtly slipping in a third. As he did this, Osmond ducked his head and pressed his lips against Carmen's temple.

"Tell me when you're ready baby," Osmond whispered, and that nickname alone almost had Carmen cumming so he bucked his hips forward and demanded:

"Now, Oz". The fingers were removed, and Carmen felt himself being pushed back. "What are you doing?"

"Roll onto your side, away from me," Osmond demanded and Carmen opened his eyes, looking up at the boy for just a second before he decided to listen and rolled to face away from him.

He was was pulled back against a strong chest, an arm sliding around his waist to prop his knee up to allow better access. "Ready?" Osmond asked, but He was already aligning himself with Carmen's entrance and pushing into him.

As always, it stung in the best way and Carmen pressed his ass back, trying to take in more of the other at a faster pace.

Osmond's breathing had gotten shallow and he began to press wet kisses up and down the expanse of Carmen's neck as he bottomed out.

"Are you okay?" Osmond asked, but Carmen couldn't find it in himself to respond. His mouth was parted, his eyes rolled back in pleasure as Osmond rested directly against his prostate without realizing it, applying the perfect amount of pressure. "Carmen?"

"Move," Carmen demanded, grinding his hips back against Osmond in his desperation for friction.

"Okay," Osmond complied, slowly removing himself from Carmen but thrusting up into him again.

Carmen couldn't help it. He cried out loudly, overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure to do much else.

The ministrations continued, one slow but effective thrust after another, each time Osmond pulling his leg up higher to allow for deeper thrusts.

With his body shaking, Carmen finally moved, pulling himself free from Osmond's hold and rolling over to face the other once more, telling him, "I want to see you," and then allowing himself to be filled with the cock he loved once more.

In this position, the one that had originally been in with Carmen's chest up against Osmond's, his leg around his waist, Osmond wasn't able to thrust as deep or hit is prostate as he needed it to be hit, but Carmen didn't care.

All he cared about was being able to tilt his head back and look at the other beautiful man, his features distorted with pleasure.

Though Osmond was beautiful all of the time, he was extremely alluring at times like these, his hair messy, some strands plastered to his temples with sweat, the black contrasting wonderfully with his ivory skin.

"Osmond," Carmen breathed and slowly the grey eyes opened, studying his face for half a second before looking down quickly as if he thought he didn't have the right to meet his eyes in a time like this. Gripping the boy's face, he forced him to meet his eyes. "Oz, look at me".

Carmen could feel Osmond swallow against his hands from where he was holding his face, as if nervous, but Carmen didn't pull back, keeping his eyes on Osmond's.

"Carmen," Osmond said, sounding pained, and then a second later Carmen was on his back with Osmond above him, their faces so close their noses were touching, eyes still staring into one another's as Osmond gripped Carmen's hips and finally quickened his face. When the older struck home against his prostate, Carmen fought to arch his back against the weight of the other, but still his eyes remained oven, his lips ghosting over Osmond's as they parted to release whimpers.

"Oz," Carmen moaned softly, his eyes pleading with the others as his body unintentionally clenched and Osmond gasped.

Still, neither of them even blinked, their gazes connected in a kind of intimacy that neither wanted to ruin by closing their eyes, even in the presence of their fastly approaching orgasms.

They gasped together, their lips passing over one another's and Carmen hesitantly stuck his tongue out, wetting Osmond's lips with his spit. The other moaned in enjoyment, quickly pecking Carmen's lips.

"Together?" Osmond asked, his voice shaky and Carmen smiled up at him, though the other most likely didn't see it since his silver eyes still had yet to leave his own.

"Yes," Carmen said and Osmond responded by biting Carmen's lower lip and swiping his tongue over it before moving to pull back, probably to get into a position that would allow them to finish faster. "No". Carmen wrapped his arms around Osmond's neck, pulling his face back close enough that he he could peck his lips. "Like this".

Osmond closed his eyes for a moment and just before Carmen was about to tell him to open them, he did on his own. Carmen's breath caught as Osmond muttered, "okay baby," and then gripped his hips tightly. "Can you come like this?"

Carmen nodded rapidly, not breaking eye contact as he demanded, "just touch me".

While Osmond's face showed no evidence that he had heard him, he clearly had as a hand wrapped around Carmen's cock, jerking him off quickly.

Gasping, Carmen fought to keep his eyes open as his orgasm approached. He was happy when he succeeded, being rewarded by getting to see Osmond's own orgasm as it ripped through his body.

Still, as they shook against each other, Osmond repeating, "Carmen, oh god, Carmen," as Carmen just panted his name on repeat, their eyes never left one another's, making the experienced somehow more intense.

It was when they were both completely finished that Osmond closed his eyes, sighing loudly and shifting his body so he slid out of Carmen, leaving him feeling completely empty. The lewd feeling of Osmond's hot cum seeping out of him was distracting, but it became the last thing on his mind as the older body rested his body weight back down on him rather than rolling off to the side.

Carmen sighed contently and slid his arms around Osmond's back, his fingers moving over the skin in what he hoped was a soothing manner. It wasn't at all uncomfortable, even though Carmen was some what smaller than Osmond, it was actually a comforting weight, not heavy but not light, and he had no intention of allowing the other to move.

"We're in New York City," Carmen whispered, passing an hand through Osmond's dark hair as the other hummed. Since the noises of their love ma- sex had died down, Carmen understood why it was the city that never sleeps. Sirens and car horns rang through the night air outside of their window, but Carmen found it more soothing than disruptive.

It then occurred to him that he'd be living here in a year. He had already submitted his application to the school, and now all he had to do was to send in a video recording audition.

"Have you applied to Juilliard yet?" Carmen whispered and Osmond shifted about on top of him so he was looking up at his face.

"Not yet".

"Isn't the deadline soon?" Carmen asked, and then Osmond smiled, looking both cocky and happy.

"They know who I am," was all he was able to say before Carmen connected their lips in a slow sweet kiss.

When they pulled apart, Osmond dropped back down against Carmen's chest, sighing loudly as he looked forward the window.

We could do this. Carmen thought. In a year, we could have an apartment like this and sleep together every night. We could go through this together.

And even though the thought scared him, and even though the name of a certain coworker came into mind, Carmen could no longer deny the fact that his relationship with Osmond had become something more, and his feelings were deep.

Deeper than they had ever been for a boy by the name of Jordan Sullivan.