Blaze (boyxboy)

Chapter 25

            When he had pushed open my bedroom door he stopped and turned to me, saying, “I’m really sorry about that. Total fluke.” He pointed to the water and I sighed, pushing him into my room and closing the door behind us.

            “Why are you here?”

            “I can’t just come to my boyfriend’s house at midnight on a Sunday?”

            “Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.” He shrugged and I rolled my eyes. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and looked him up and down, nearly scrutinizing him. “Bet you’re just horny,” I said.

            “I wanted to see you, is that so wrong?” He let a hand cup my cheek, and as it fell it was replaced with his mouth on my neck.

            “Definitely horny,” I muttered.

            He pulled away and rubbed the back of his neck. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”

            Beatle started going off about something, but for the life of me I couldn’t concentrate long enough to figure out what it was. I was too enamored by the way his lips moved as they formed words- hell, by the way he moved. His eyes flickered to mine every so often as he ranted, and I met his glance occasionally. But paying attention to what he said had no become as difficult as listen to a Physics lesson after pulling an all-nighter; impossible. His lips were so full and red and I suddenly became angry that I had opened my stupid mouth and accused him of being horny because I was horny. And apparently I made it sound like a bad thing that he had come over because he was horny. And I guess maybe in theory it would be a bad thing that he was coming over just to use me. But I didn’t see it like that because this was Beatle. And it’s not even like it was sex because I was not having sex with my family in my house. So, what was really the problem with it?

“You know what I mean?” He looked at me for a response, but I just stared at him. He was about to open his mouth again when I stood on toes and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into me. He froze in surprised for a minute, and then he stared moving his lips against mine. He grabbed my hip and reached under my shirt, drawing circles in my skin. I started leaving marks down his neck and he gasped.

            “Where did that come from?” He whispered in a low and lustful voice. I couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose. Instead of replying, I ran my fingers slowly down his chest, but over his shirt. When I reached the top of his pants he grabbed my hand, preventing me from going any further.

            “What?” I asked in a voice that came out way more annoyed than I intended. He smirked at me.

            “With your family sleeping? Kinky.” Beatle laughed and I groaned in frustration as he stepped away.

            “Are you here just to tease me?” I asked with an arched eyebrow.

            “I wanted to talk. And I did talk, but you ignored me.”

            “Oh,” I said in surprise. Beatle chewed on his lip and he looked upset about something. “Do you want to say it again?” I offered, but he shook his head sadly. I suddenly felt really guilty.

            I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to sit next to me. Eventually he did, and he furrowed his eyebrows deep in thought. I drew patterns on his back with my finger as he sulked silently over something I had apparently missed.

            I yawned and glanced at the clock, it was nearing one. Beatle hadn’t moved in minutes, but I could tell there was more going on in his head than I would ever be able to comprehend.