Perfect For Me

CHAPTER 41 (Ryan Lander)

Liam threw his head back and laughed. His eyes were closed, small wrinkles having formed around them, showing his amusement. It was almost dark in his room and the yellow light of his lamp illuminated his features and made them glow. My eyes went up his whole body, myself forgetting to laugh along as I was mesmerized by Liam's beauty. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, feet on the floor and his phone in his hands. He was wearing a blue shirt, accenting his at the moment closed eyes. He was incredibly beautiful, handsome, pretty..... My belly felt funny, analysing him. Like I was unable to comprehend how happy I was in just my brain so my body had to react as well. It felt like I was almost bursting with love for my boyfriend.

How did I deserve him? He was so proud of himself, had come so far in his life and never given up. And there I was, not even being able to hold his hand in public.

We had just ignored that that incident had happened and enjoyed our breakfast, listening to a bubbly Ethan while stealing glances at each other. He had looked so happy, so content.

"What are you thinking about?" "Hm?" I turned so I was facing Liam. I hadn't noticed he had stopped laughing. "What are you thinking about? You were just sitting there, smiling like an idiot.", Liam teased. I blushed. Liam's grin grew. "Tell me!", he demanded.

I ducked my head and looked down on his mattress. "Today. Erm... I liked today. I don't know, I just feel....good, complete when I'm with you." I slowly raised my head. Liam smiled at me. He had a look of admiration in his eyes I had never seen on anyone before while looking at me. "I feel the same. I think we fit together quite well." He laughed silently. His laughter died down and we just sat there, admiring each other's faces. His blue eyes looked so deep and open, the words just slipped out of my mouth. "I love you." "What?"

I slapped my hands in front of my mouth. Shit! "I didn't mean to say that! I mean, I meant it, but... I didn't mean to- like I-" Liam's giggle interrupted my rumbling. "Shut up! It was cute!" I pouted. "I'm not cute!" Liam smiled lovingly. "You are. You're cute the way you run a hand through your hair when you're unsure. You are cute when you blush. You are cute when you are absolutely invested in a thing, in music. And I love it. I love you."

He looked me in the eyes and I could see the sincerity behind his words. I couldn't stop the laugh rising up my throat. Well, I didn't even try to stop it. I felt like exploding, overdosed on happiness and love and excitement and just the feeling of being alive. I could feel that Liam knew what I was feeling because he felt the same.

Slowly I raised my hand to cup his cheek before pulling him towards me and capturing his lips in a loving kiss. "I love you" "I love you too" It felt now I had said the words the first time I couldn't stop repeating them.

Liam kissed me again. Warmly, softly, lovingly. I lost myself in Liam. And I loved him. My hand wandered from his cheek over his neck before grabbing his shirt at his shoulders. Being occupied with exploring his body with my hands I hadn't even felt when Liam had slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I let out a surprised gasp as he let his hands wander under my shirt, his cold skin rubbing against my warm one. Liam detached our lips and let out a chuckle before pulling my shirt over my head and letting his lips graze along my neck over to my collarbones. Missing his taste I pushed him completely against his mattress and hovering above him, reattaching our lips. Impatiently I tugged at his shirt, wanting it to get off as well. "Well, you have to stop kissing me for at least two seconds if you want me to get rid of my shirt.", Liam laughed. I pouted but sat back on his thighs, watching him undress his upper body. He surly had a hot as hell sixpack!

Feeling a tuck on my upper arm I leant down again, closing the gap between our lips. I could feel my arousal grow in my own pants. It felt so similar to what I was used to with a girl but still so different. So much better!

Remembering his sweet spot, I put my lips on his collarbone and started sucking lightly, from time to time licking over the now bruised spot. Liam let out a deep moaned, seemingly unable to contain himself. The sound went straight to my dick and my arms gave up for a second, causing our hips to rut together slightly. I closed my eyes. Holy shit!

Suddenly I felt two hands stilling my body and I opened my eyes, looking into two deep blue ones filled with uncertainty and guilt. "I.. can we stop? Please? I'm sorry, I just.... I don't think I'm ready yet. Sorry." I could feel the disappointment settle in my stomach. But Liam was right. The time wasn't right just now. I quickly rolled myself off of Liam to lay down next to him, cupping his face with my hand and gave him a short kiss. "Don't be sorry. I'm not ready either. I love you."

I could see the corners of his lips curling slightly upwards before he sighed. "I love you too. Even though your hair looks horrible right now!" He laughed. I carefully touched my head. My blond locks were all over the place. "Hey! That's your fault! You have no right to laugh! And you don't look any better to be honest!" I defended myself. It was true his hair was a mess as well, but I still thought he was beautiful.

He smiled and tried fixing it before growing serious again. "Thank you. For understanding and accepting me." My heart swelled at the love in his voice and I reached up to kiss the top of his head. "Always." I whispered before pulling his against me harder and draping my arms properly around his body to cuddle. "I love you." "Love you too."