They keep telling me that I should just let her go, let that night rest and move on with my life.
They don't realise that I still wake up in the middle of the night, sobbing for Chance and sobbing for myself and sobbing for the fucked-up world with...
Morning wood is never really a problem when you're single. But when you're the big spoon after spending the night with your newly found significant other, it complicates things.
I wake up before Max but don't have enough time to move away or jam a pillow over my crotch. A glance at my alarm clock informs me I've got eight minutes until my alarm for school goes off — but that's low priority right now. Because I'm hard.
My thoughts are a blur of shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit fuck shit!
Regretfully, I loosen my arms from holding Max and scrape my hand through my hair while I figure out what to do. Normally it doesn't go away until I've had a shower.
Yet there's no way I'm leaving Max alone in my bed.
Max shifts and rubs his eyes before half-turning over to face me. "Mhm, Rory?"
"Morning!" I say unnecessarily chipper and stick a forced grin on my face.
"What's...?" Max's question falls away to be left unspoken as realisation dawns on him. "Oh."
"Yeah." I press my lips together uncomfortably, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry."
"Why are you apologising?" Max laughs lightly as he rolls onto his back — while I'm still frozen on my side. He tucks a hand behind his head on my pillow as he looks up at my face. Sunlight filters through the half-shut blinds, making Max's face glow. "I'm not complaining."
"Yeah... But it's — um — never normally this bad. As in," as I clarify, I blush, "I'm never normally this hard..."
"Does it perhaps have something to do with the lucky guy you have in bed with you?" A gentle smirk cocks up his lips, though it's not unkind.
"Maybe it's because I'm the lucky guy to be with you," I tell him and lean down to kiss the smirking corner of his mouth.
"How about we're both lucky..." His words disappear as he trails his forefinger down my chest and my barely visible abs, stopping at the waistband of my PJ bottoms. He then runs his finger along under the waistband, before curving his hand around my hip and pulling me hard against him.
"Hi," I murmur as I find myself half-straddling him, our legs slotting together.
"Hey," Max mutters back, catching his lip between his teeth as my dick throbs and hardens. In response, Max twitches up against my leg.
Unaware of the weight of my words, a slight groan escapes my lips; "Fuck me."
"With pleasure," he teases and connects our lips.
"Morning, Rory, time to get up for school—" Mum bursts into my room with no warning whatsoever.
"Mum!" I scramble up — planting my hands on the bed on either side of Max and raising myself above him. "It's — uh — not what it looks like..."
"Morning, Max." She's unfazed as if she knew exactly what she was walking into. "C'mon, get up you two. We need to have a chat over breakfast about Max's options."
"Oh... Okay." I nod, waiting for her to leave before I climb off of Max.
"You don't want to be late for school," Mum warns before shutting the door again.
"We really should get up..." I say half-heartedly as I find myself falling deep into Max's cocoa-brown eyes.
"Uh-huh." He nods in an agreeable tone but pulls my mouth down to his again.
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
