The House by the River

Chapter 19

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Third Person POV

Plan hit Mean on his arm.

"Ouch!" Mean complained. "What did you do that for?"

"I saw you winking twice at Gun," Plan remarked angrily. "Were you flirting with him?"

Before Plan could realize what was happening, Mean grabbed his arm and started dragging him towards the front door.

"Where are you taking me?" Plan asked in an alarmed voice.

Mean did not reply but kept pulling him in the direction of the river.

Before they even reached the river's edge, Mean pulled Plan behind a large tree with overhanging branches that almost reached the river.

"What are you up to, Meesshhhmmn..."

Plan felt Mean's lips on his, his tongue pushing against his lips to pry them open.

At first Plan resisted. Then he found himself giving in to the pleasure of Mean's lips against his.

Plan let out a muffled moan as Mean searched deep into the insides of his mouth, his tongue circling and playing with Plan's tongue.

Then Plan felt Mean pressing his lower body into his. Plan felt Mean's excitement against his own. But it was too much for Plan to handle too soon.

Plan pushed Mean away so hard that Mean stumbled backward head first into the rushing waters of the river.

"Oh my god, Mean, I'm so sorry!" Plan cried out as he watched Mean being carried away by the current.

Without a second thought, Plan jumped into the river and grabbed Mean's foot and started pulling him back towards the bank of the river.

Mean started coughing out some water as he lay on the grass by the river's edge.

"I'm so sorry, Mean," Plan said over and over again, his tears starting to fall. "I thought you would be carried away from me and I would never see you again!"

And with those words, Plan placed his face into Mean's wet chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Hey," Mean said, giving Plan a gentle shake on his shoulders. "I'm still here. That's all that matters."

Plan continued sobbing into Mean's chest, holding him tight, not wanting to let go.

"How about we change our wet clothes into dry ones?" Mean suggested, gently prying Plan's arms from around him and sitting up.

Plan stood up and held out his hand to Mean. When Mean took it, Plan pulled Mean up to a standing position.

"Let's go," Mean said.

"Not yet," Plan said, grabbing Mean's neck and pulling his face down for a quick kiss.

"Does this mean that you love me back?" Mean asked.

"Shut up," Plan replied, running back towards the house.

Mean quickly caught up with him and grabbed his wrist.

"No, Plan, I need to know," Mean said seriously. "I don't want you playing with my feelings."

"And I don't want you playing with mine," Plan retorted.

"I have never been more serious in my life," Mean said, looking intently into Plan's eyes. "Tell me right now. If you don't love me back, I will never bother you again."

Plan looked away, unable to meet Mean's stare.

"Tell me, Plan, goddammit!" Mean started to feel frustrated.

"I ... I ... yes, I love you back," Plan said almost in a whisper, his ears growing a bright red.

"I will request Title to share Perth and Saint's room tonight, now that Mark is staying in Gun's room," Mean whispered into Plan's ears.

"Speaking of Gun, you still haven't answered my question," Plan said angrily. "Were you flirting with him earlier???"

"You silly goose," Mean said with a chuckle before pulling Plan into his arms and giving him the wildest of all kisses.