I was nervous, and I took the desk chair to leave him the more comfortable bed to sit on. It was quiet, neither of us saying anything at first and Vince boring holes in me with the intensity of his gaze.
I tried to meet his look, but had to look away every now and then so I could breathe. I was starting to worry when he finally spoke up to say something.
"You know Reggie and your friend Micah are together?" He said quietly. I bit my lips together and nodded, not really comfortable talking about it behind their backs. He narrowed his gaze at me and pursed his lips. "How?"
"Micah told me." I said honestly. He nodded and leaned forward, thinking. He rubbed his forehead and looked up again.
"Is that who kicked you out earlier?" He watched me as I gulped and nodded. "Did you see them in the common room?" I was surprised at that question.
"Ah, yeah. I was sitting right next to them after all. I didn't think anyone else noticed." I said. I was starting to get a little confused with the twenty questions.
"You aren't... interested in Micah?" He probed further. I shook my head no, not sure where this was headed.
"No. He is just a friend I can talk to..." I hesitated, not quite saying what exactly I meant. If I said I could talk to him about that, that would be as good as an admission.
"And you aren't interested in Alec?" Vince asked with a strange look. Now I was really confused. Where the hell did Alec come into things? My eyebrows scrunched and I shook my head slowly no.
I realised he was asking if I was interested in my friends, but I was too afraid to read anything more into it. Vince seemed to let out a breath he was holding, seeing I was confused but also acknowledging I was answering his questions as if they were normal ones.
He got up and paced to the door, then changed his mind and paced back. He shifted from one foot to the other in front of me, warring with himself. He sat back down and clasped his hands, boring a hole in me again with the intensity of his gaze.
"Is there anyone you are interested in?" He asked. Neither of us had come out and said we were talking about that, but we both knew we were. He knew, I knew he knew, he knew I knew he knew.
I cracked a smile at my own thoughts despite my heart wanting to burst out of my chest. I couldn't voice it so I just nodded. He scowled and my heart skipped a beat. Maybe he knew it was him and was pissed? His next words negated that thought. "Who?"
His angry tone had me stalled. I didn't want to say it was him. Not to his face anyways, not yet. I had only really just admitted it to myself. I shook my head, kind of terrified to say anything after all I'd been through. His face looked frustrated for a second, he scrubbed it with his hands and then took a deep breath in.
He let it out slowly before calming himself and asking again, this time gentler. "Who? It's alright, I'm not mad. I'm not going to beat you up or anything like that. And I won't tell anyone."
I swallowed thickly. I was still not really ready to tell him anything but I was also feeling coaxed with his gentle words and kinder eyes. I looked down at my hands twisting in my lap. One of his hands dragged the chair closer to the bed with me on it and I looked up, startled.
He placed his hand over mine and was leaned in so close I could smell his shampoo and a hint of mint as he breathed on me. My face went bright red at his nearness. His eyes had me held captive like a mouse.
I don't know how I gave it away, maybe I leaned towards him or he leaned towards me. Maybe it was how I licked my lips, or when my breath hitched when he looked down to watch me do it.
Maybe it was when my eyelids fluttered shut as he leaned forward, or how I couldn't help but respond as his lips put gentle pressure on mine. His kiss was tentative, sure, but I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. The static in my brain shut out everything but the feel of his lips on mine.
Therefore, when he moved to pull me forward onto his lap, I didn't gracefully crawl onto it but rather crashed into his body with my full weight and sent him sprawling back onto my bed. He was laughing as I tried not to crush him but kept on kissing him.
I felt his hands at my waist, stroking circles on my back as he deepened the kiss. Open-mouthed, I felt his tongue slide against mine teasingly. I sighed and drowned in the taste of mint, now strong smelling from the first hand source.
"It's me. You like me." I felt him breathe against my lips. I nodded, brushing my lips against his and making myself moan from the exquisite feel. He shifted my weight on top of him and my rather undeniable boner dug into his thigh.
His breath hitched this time, and he ground his leg up into me. I swore and felt my hips rock against him. His hands dipped beneath my pajamas and the hot hands against my skin drove me to the edge.
I was going to blow from nothing more than a little kissing and grinding and I was bright red from the embarrassment. I should have jacked a couple more times so I wasn't so horny. On second thought, maybe I would have been an aching pathetic mess regardless.
It was the smell of him, the taste of him, and the feel of him against me that had me so close to the edge I was going to lose my mind. I whimpered at the thought of messing myself right on top of him, the sound going into the crook of his neck. He growled and searched out my lips again.
The hard demanding kiss was the final push, when his teeth scraped against my tongue and bottom lip... I shivered at the hot spike of feeling that went down my back.
His hand came up to hold me hard against his punishing lips and the other grabbed my ass and ground my front into his. The feel of our hard members rubbing together, having his hand grabbing me so roughly, to say I was in ecstasy would be an understatement.
I felt my back arch up as my body clenched and the hot wetness that spilled into my pants shocked me out of my daze in true embarrassed realisation. You gotta be fucking kidding me....
I looked down at the smug smile of the boy underneath me, and while it was slightly relieving in its lack of mockery, it was still a horrifying reminder of what I had just done on top of my crush. I groaned and buried my face into his chest, refusing to look at him or move in my abject misery.
"Hey now. What are you doing? You don't have to be embarrassed. I'm flattered. Really. It's fine, 'cause I like you too, okay?" He tried to coax me but I was just shaking my head muttering about all the ways I could kill myself before anyone else found out what a pathetic loser I was. "C'mon now. How am I supposed to ask you out if you won't even look at me?" I peeked up darkly at that.
"You can't ask me. You are The Vincent Wright and I am a lousy premature ejaculator who can't even tell you he likes you." I was pouting, big time. He was grinning like the asshole he is and giving me a look.
"Hey. I am not 'The' anything, and you just told me. In fact, I think I liked the way you told me way better than any silly little confession." He was making those slow circles on my back again and if it wasn't for the discomfort I was feeling from a certain wet spot, I would be turning into a puddle on top of him. Again.
"Fine, you can ask me I guess. But not tonight, I'm too embarrassed tonight." I conceded with a reluctant smile. He sighed and shrugged.
"That's too bad. I was hoping I could ask you so we could... I don't know... go a bit further? But it's fine. I can just go back to my room, alone, and take care of myself, alone." He sighed again exaggeratedly and peeked at me until I was laughing from how absurd the whole thing was.
It shifted my mood at least and then I noticed what he was getting at. His hard on was still loud and proud, and pressing against my leg.
"Ask me." I demanded suddenly. His eyes widened at my serious, husky tone.
"Be mine." He demanded back. I laughed and raised a brow.
"That didn't sound like a question." I teased. He grinned.
"Okay. Please?" He still sounded a little too confident. I narrowed my eyes.
"Please what?" I teased again. He grabbed me by the hair until I gasped, open-mouthed kissed me until I was dizzy and then replied.
"Please be mine?" He growled at me. I twisted away, pulled up so I could look down at him and then smiled.
"Of course." I said simply. Then I ducked down to pull off his pants and bare his cock. It was bigger than I expected, but I could still manage. I licked the tip, listening to his gasp, before letting it slide along my tongue into my mouth.
I sucked it in deep, slurped around it, and then pulled it out again to kiss the tip. His passion-filled gaze met mine and his hips rocked up to bounce his dick against my mouth. I grinned and bobbed back down around him.
I adjusted my angle and relaxed my throat, taking him deep and holding him there until I heard him whimper. I rose up again a few times, letting my tongue stroke his length and then went deep once more.
He grabbed my hair and held me almost a moment too long. I slurped and swallowed around him as he writhed under me. Last time he went deep I felt the pulse as he pulled out again and the flood of his taste hit my tongue like a hot bath.
He tried to pull away quickly, but I licked him clean until he shuddered from it and then looked him in the eye as I swallowed. He gulped, pulling me up to press his forehead against mine until he caught his breath.
He kissed me sweetly and pet my hair, grinning at the very slowly fading blue. I snuggled in next to him, curling into his side.
"You know, I'm pretty stoked about dating The Alex Kensington." He whispered in my ear. I snorted. Whatever.
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