One Last... Call

Freedom

- Dale -

For a while, I had forgotten to do everything that I wanted to do after my class, after Connor's classes. All that teasing ended up in our apartment, in our bedroom, on top of our bed, underneath the blanket. Our bodies were stripped down, naked, down to the very last piece of cloth that latched on us. Our clothes littered across the bedroom floor.

"And here I thought I'd never find you at the bottom." I purred on his ear, blowing air lightly underneath his face, through his neck. I felt him shiver underneath me. Yet the next thing he did caught me by surprise.

He gripped on my legs that were straddled around him, and rolled us over. "I told you, you'd just find me on top." He retorted back. His lips grazed on mine, as he let a bit of his tongue wet my lips, constantly teasing. It was agonizing, I tell you.

I forced my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. I deeply pressed his head to me, as my hands tangled on his hair. Then his lips started moving, so did mine. 

He grinned in our kiss, biting and pulling my lip with his teeth. He was determined, so was I. All it took was a simple joke that lead to us getting hooked for the night. We forgot about everything, we just wanted to be with each other.

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A small beam of sunlight hit me on my face, causing me to open my eyes. It was not strong enough to blind me, but more than enough to get my soul up. Connor had spooned me after a very intense session. We didn't need any blankets after that, we simply kicked it off our bodies. We were lying on top of our bed. It was nice. It was calming. It was serene.

His hands were around my waist, I held his hand on mine. Our legs intertwined. I felt Connor nuzzled at the back of my neck, his warm breath hitting my shoulder. I liked how comfortable we got ourselves into.

For once, we never thought about what anyone was thinking, not that they did matter though. We don't have to listen to everyone's opinions, but we take their suggestions. If they got too overboard, then that's when we completely ignore them.

When I finally heard my stomach growled for a hundredth time, I loosened Connor's arms around me. His grip on my body was not too tight, but strong enough that I had to use some amount of force for him to let me go.

It took at least what felt like five minutes of prying myself out of him. 

"...Dale, don't leave me. I love you..." He mumbled, his fingers gripped on our bedsheet, almost pulling the sides off. I chuckled on how he acted like I would have plans of leaving him. I will never leave his side, I love him more than he'll ever feel.

I pulled our blanket up to him and covered his naked body. He squirmed underneath it, but he didn't wake up. Instead he got more comfortable.

"Sleepy head." I whispered, as I leaned down and kissed his forehead. I put my boxers and a random shirt I grabbed in our closet. Connor didn't mind me using some of his shirts since they're slightly bigger than mine. Those were lose enough for some air to get in my body and cool me down. Mine, on the other hand, were a bit smaller for him. They would probably would rip apart when he tried to wear one of them.

I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for what I can cook easily for us both. We always tried to cook our own food when we're at home. We avoid getting takeaways as their cost will build up eventually. I may have allowance from my scholarship, but I thought it would be best to save them when the need arise. Connor mentioned about getting a part-time job somewhere. I like the idea of it, but I don't want him to just solely be doing part-time jobs and ignore his academics.

I settled on cooking some chicken curry, knowing that Connor would like it. Over the summer, I've learned how to cook on my own, with Mum's help of course. I would most certainly burn the kitchen down if I was left there by myself. The whole process took me about half an hour.

"I know I love the smell of curry, but I would love to keep on smelling you." A pair of arms entangled on my waist, as I was finishing off cooking. The cold sensation of those arms jolted me upwards. I quickly turned my face around, Connor was resting his head over my shoulder.

"Jeez, I would have smacked you with the pan if you surprise me like that again." I only hit him with my hand on his forehead though.

"Then I would be even quieter so you wouldn't notice." He kissed my neck, before he let go of me and sat down at the table. I had already plates set up on the table. I poured the curry into a bowl and set it down. I sat across him, then we shared a hearty meal in silence.

"So uh Dale, random question..." He started. He decided to help me wash our dishes as he felt guilty that I had already cooked our meal and took it to my responsibility to wash them after. He insisted, so I let him help before we started breaking plates.

"Yeah, sure. As long as it's not about us having sex again. Gosh, I hope you'd tease me all the time." I said, wishfully thinking that I had not let those words escape.

"Duly noted. Okay, were you in a relationship before us?" The question caused one of my eyebrows to twitch up.

"Nope, you are my first, and most likely my last. I would not count the Roy-thing though. It was... infatuation." We've already discussed about my thing with Roy and we've finally cleared up that it was not worth our while. That was so last year.

"Right, gotcha." He continued on wiping the plates down before putting them back inside the cupboard.

"Were you in one before us?" I returned the question to him. We've never really talked about old relationship/s. Those didn't really matter but I guess it was worth knowing if he did.

He stood frozen in front of the cupboard though. He was quite easy to read. I may take that answer as a yes. "You don't have to answer that one, Connor. It's okay." I wrapped my arms around his waist, and hugged him tightly. I can still smell a bit of my cologne on his shirt.

"Yeah I was. The night that we met... it was also the day that I was... dumped." He tried to hold back his words, I was taken back. But he was not mincing them quite well. A question then popped in my head: Was I...

"Dale you were not a rebound. The first time I saw you at the concert, I was immediately taken by your mere presence. I fell for you on sight, believe it or not. Justin was trying to help me move on and then I saw you. Dale, what I felt for you then and what I feel for you now is still the same. I am deeply in love of you. Please never doubt a thing about that."

At this point, I wasn't sure on what to do. I love Connor with my heart and so did he. Pure shock just erupted in my heart. What if I was really just a rebound? That's totally impossible, but... GAH

"Connor, I don't really care if I was a rebound. We lasted this long right? We are way past that. I love you so much." I cupped his face, as I spun him around. I sometimes forget how slightly taller he was to me. I tiptoed to reach his lips and pressed mine on them. He responded with a gentle kiss.

"I never thought of you like that Dale. You're my you. You complete me." He said in confidence as he pulled away. For a while, I thought his eyes shone brighter with the help of the dim light in the kitchen. We shared another kiss.

I wanted to ask more questions but I didn't really care. Our feelings for each other are true. Nothing, and no one can take us apart.