[edited] ZeRoyalChaos - The Truth

C 22

-Chapter 22-

-Ze's POV-

It's been several days since I've been staying at Chilled's apartment. It's been, slow. I, I kinda expected more from him. It sounds bad but sitting here now, watching him flick through the movies upon the TV. I can't help but want more, more from him. I'm not sure what. I saw Chilled's lips moving as he threw the remote upon the table leaning back into the sofa. Maybe a sign? A sign that he genuinely likes me? He pulled my legs onto his lap, wrapping the blanket around them. We're like this already, we sleep together, we make out and so forth. Would it hurt, to make it official?

"Chilled," I spoke slowly, what do I want?

His eyes didn't move from the screen as he spoke,

"yeah?"

What do I say? How do I say it? How do I put my feelings into words? Dammit, just fucking say something,

"I want you Anthony," the words had blurted from me before being processed, what, did I just say?

Shit, I hope he didn't hear it. My eyes shot to the screen, heat growing in my cheeks, Ze, are you a fucking idiot? I can't believe that's what came out. I tried to fix my attention on the two characters on screen who were intimately exchanged with one another. Fuck. I felt a small amount of pressure against my calf, I, don't think he heard me. I glanced to Chilled, his eyes were still on the screen, with his hands carefully rubbing my leg, he, didn't hear what I said? I sighed in relief snuggling further into the sofa, thank god, let's just pretend nothing happened.

Hours went by until we had decided to call it a night. As I settled into bed, I glanced to Chilled who was pulling his shirt over his head, my eyes lingering on his chiselled torso. Hot. I felt the tightening of my shorts, heat rising through my body, why can't I control myself? I pulled my shirt down to cover myself catching Chilled's eye as he flipped the light off. All I wanted was him, the small things had now become the big things, the things that caused me to take two looks, breathe heavy, analyse the words he speak, I can't do, that. I can't spend my time agonising over the things he does. I settled into the bed as my mind was still in conflict, why do I fall so hard? Over such a perfect guy, why? Fingertips dragged up my spine causing me to arch my back, Chilled? A cruel whisper hit my ears,

"you get real bold sometimes," bold?

I shifted myself to face him in the darkness, his features barely lit by the moonlight seeping through the curtains. My eyes widened at the beauty of his moonlit eyes, wow. I, am speechless, he truly is perfect.

"You," Chilled slowly spoke, voice gravelly yet soft, "meant what you said?"

What I said? What did I say? Oh, upon realisation I felt my cheeks burn, did I mean it? I think, I think I meant it,

"yes."

His eyes rose to mine, the beauty replaced by a darkness, but not a cruel darkness, an, almost teasing darkness. I could feel his fingers making their way up my arms, leaving a coldness against my skin, trailing up to my chest, fingers sprawling across the hem of my shirt. All I wanted the whole time, was this. His touch.

"Chilled," his name left my mouth as a whisper begging to become more than just that.

Every second he held my eye contact, lifting his hand to my cheek brushing against the soft fuzz I had grown,

"Anthony," what, I squinted at him softly watching his lips move, "call me Anthony," Anthony.

That's what I said earlier. It just slipped out.

"Anthony," I muttered pressing my face into his hand, "I meant what I said."

Was he scared? Scared to make the first move? I, I can make that move. If he can't, I will. I, my thoughts faded into oblivion, warmth suddenly spreading upon my lips as Chilled had connected them. He, made the first move again. I returned the kiss, allowing Chilled to take over, his hands tugging at the hem of my shirt. Tonight, tonight is the night. He slipped the shirt from my body, the split second we had parted for air I felt the loneliness creep back, until he immediately reconnected with me. I, I can't think. His lips, his touch, it's all too much, too much for me. I could feel the seriousness in his touch as he slid his hand over my torso, small noises erupting from my mouth. This is embarrassing how easy I crumble at his touch. I, I want to touch him, my fingers hesitantly met his chest, Chilled's lips spreading into a smile during our kiss. His body was smooth, like the marble in his kitchen, but hot, not boiling but warming to touch, similar to the feeling of the sun's rays upon one's skin. More. I want more. I pressed into the kiss pulling my body closer to Chilled's, please give me more. Unexpectedly Chilled wedged his hands between our chests, prying his lips away from mine, a wince leaving me as he did,

"Ze," I met his gaze, the sternness he held so tightly had disappeared, it had been replaced with a worry, concern almost, "Ze," he repeated my name, what was it, did I go too far, what did I do, I, "are you sure you're ready to go this far with me?"

What? I, of course I was. I wouldn't have said what I said if I wasn't. Right? I truly wanted this. I nodded, leading his lips to mine once more, Chilled's hands lifting my waist so I could adjust myself upon his lap. After all, he was the one for me.