Chris POV
I wanted Goride to come home today, right now.
I wanted us to go home and be us.
Him and I.
But maybe this was a good thing, if we went home I don't know if I could control myself. I think the only reason that I have is because if where we are.
I don't know what would happen if him and I were alone again.
I talked to Amy about when he would go home and how we could avoid hurting him more.
She told me that he could probably go home tomorrow. He was responding to everything and he seemed to be taking my blood good.
They had to take another pint though, which I didn't mind. I did this.
"Do you remember my name yet?"
I've been asking Goride this for a while now, and I told Amy about the decision I had made. She actually agreed that it was a very start decision on my part and I was actually helping him gain his memory back faster.
Gordie on the other hand hated this. He wanted to know my name so bad, hoping it would spark some kinda of memory. But I kept my mouth shut.
"No, sorry..", his voice started to trail off,"Are you gonna come home woth me?"
I looked at him,"Do you want me to?"
I honestly didn't think about that.
"Do you want me to?"
Gordie nodded his head,"Yeah, your the only thing that makes sense."
I flinched at that statement, I shouldn't be the only thing that makes sense.
"Okay", it was the only thing I could say. I didn't wanna say yes that I will because I could hurt him again, but at the same time I didn't wanna say no because I knew I couldn't stay away from him and I wanted to go home with him.
"Can you kiss me again?"
I snapped my head at him,"Why?"
It wasn't like I was complaining. I wanted to always kiss Gordie, or touch him. It felt like I needed to all the time. It never stopped.
"I don't know, I just feel like I need to."
So I leaned over and planted my lips on to his.
For most people this would have been enough, not for me.
I couldn't just kiss Gordie, I wanted to make out with him, taste him.
He began to dig his fingers into my hair and wrapped my arms around him. Still not close enough.
I moved one arm so it wasn't around him and I pushed myself on his bed with my arm. Not breaking our lips.
I began to lay on him, but still holding most of my weight with my arm.
I was trying to be careful, but I didn't want to be.
Gordie was surprisingly the one to pull away,"Your fine, you can't hurt me."
I shook my head, I wanted to scream and tell him I was the reason he was here. Me I ruined him, but I didn't.
I leaned forward close enough where I could feel his breathing across my lips,"Being careful"
Then I slammed my lips back on to his, going back to how we were. His hands tangled in my hair and my arms wrapped around his small frame.
We could stay like this for the rest of my life and I would be okay with it.
After a while Gordie pulled away from me again,"Can you help me get up?".
I looked at him confused,"I mean I guess I can."
I got off of him as softly as possible to not hurt him. Then I turned to him and picked him up like I had done before, putting him on the ground.
Once he was on the ground and adjusted to his weight he grabbed the thing that I can't think of.
The thing that held his blood, why can't I think of the name? I know I've herd of it before, but at the moment I can't think of it. It was probably because of Gordie suddenly wanting to walk.
But while I was thinking to my self I didn't even notice that he had walked all the way to the door.
I turned my head to look at him,"What are you doing?"
"Locking the door.", he answered my question with a cocky smile.
I look at him a little confused, but decided not to question it.
He then walked his way back over to the bed, was on the other side of me.
"Lay on the bed.", he some what demanded.
I was now completely confused,"Um okay?"
I don't know why but I got on the bed and layed on there, no questions asked about his unfamiliar dehavor.
He then wheeled that one thing over so it was on my lieft, his right. God whats the fucking name for it?
Gordie then began trying to get himself on top of the bed,"Can you help a little?"
I kinda picked him up and sat him on my lap,"Okay now what are you trying to do?"
He looked up at me and cocked his eyebrow then leaned forward lustfully wispered,"I wanna ride you."
I was shocked by his this sudden comment, but also a little turned on.
I wanted to be inside of him so bad! I wanted him to moan and scream my name even though he didn't remember it.
But I knew I shouldn't I could hurt hin more, I could conpletly break him.
This didn't stop me, I was Chris Chambers and I wanted to fuck Gordie so hard right now. So thats what I was gonna do.
So I grabbed Gordie and pulled him close to me, letting his hands rome my chest.
Gordie then moved his hand out from under my shirt and lifted it up over my head, exposing me chest.
He then leaned forward to kiss me, but I moved my head and attached my lips to his neck. Sucking and biting. Leaving my mark on what was mine.
"I"m yours", Gordie wispered in my ear, knowing thats what I was doing.
After I was done adding more marks to the collection I moved my lips up to his forever swollen ones.
I lust for the way Gordie taste in my mouth.
I soon felt Gordies soft cold hands glid their way down the brim of my pants.
He began to un zip the zipper until it was all the way down.
I didn't know how this was gonna work since Gordie could barely move, but of course Goride was already ahead of me in that.
Smut warning
He grabbed my pants and his underwear and slid them down just enough for me to pop out.
He then took me in his hands, moving me up and down.
I could feel myself harder under Gordies touch.
But this quickly stopped and the next thing I knew Gordie had propped himself up, then sat right on me.
I was clouded by lust with the remembrance on how this felt, it may have only been 12 or so hours but we fuck all the time. I was getting with draw from this.
This all felt too good, but Gordie and I knew this didn't all feel the same.
He may have lost blood to his brain, but his muscle memory didn't.
So he reached down, grabbed both of my hands and placed the right one on his hip then my left on his thigh.
Right when I was about to pull away he put his hands on mine,"No, keep them."
I was about to protest but Gordie cut me off by slamming on top of me.
The only thing I got out was a groan, but I felt my grip tighten on him.
He began to do this more in more, I saw how it was wearing him out. So I began to help, slamming my self fast and hard into him.
Gordie was whimpering and moaning, maybe not my name but I knew he knew that he was mine and only I could make him feel this good.
We continued this for awhile until I hit his prostate and the biggest moan came stumbling out of him.
He glanced at me, lust clouding his eyes,"Do that again."
So I did, over and over again until we both came.
Goride all over my chest and me inside of Gordie.
Smut over
After while of Gordie trying to catch his breathe, I helped him get off of me.
But before he could moved I looked where I was holding him tightly.
I could already see the marks forming where I held him.
This is how I knew I didn't love him.
Yes I need Gordie, more than I need to fucking breathe!
But I lust for him to hard too, and the list over powers the love to where I don't mind hurting Goride.
If I minded I would have never let him keep my hands there.
But Gordie would never complain about the pain if he got all of my attention.
So Gordie may love me, more than anybody evver has.
But I don't know how to love back.
I could fuck him senseless for the rest of his life, but I didn't know if I could love him tenderly.
I wish I could be everything for him, but I can't.
So I'll sit here, fuck him raw and he will let me too.
A broken boy breaking another broken boy.
Why can't I stop!
Oh yeah, because I need him more than I need to breathe.
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Here's Chapter 18!!
Sorry this took so long!
I'm trying to finish this up so I can finish the other two!