Tattooed (BxB)

Seven

Sebastian

Miles wrapped his hands around my neck pulling my face close to his. I let out soft breaths as my lips brushed over his soft skin. I placed my hands on his hips as we swayed to the beat of the music. I slid one of my hands down grabbing his thigh, bringing up to my waist while the other held his lower back. I slowly dipped him back then brought him up dropping his leg. My hands found their way back to his hips as I turned him around so his back was against my chest.

He placed his hands over mine grinding against me. I kept my face close to his. If only he knew how I felt right now. If he wasn't drunk I think I'd already have my lips against his in a hungry kiss. He might look innocent but he's more deadly than anyone knows.

"Miles..." I whisper in his ear my voice dripping with impatience. This was killing me. He turned around to face me. I didn't want to look away from those lost eyes as they gazed at me. I want....I'm not sure what I want. Our intimate stare was interrupted as people started to crowd. We separated and before I could grab him again, he was completely out of my sight.

I groaned in frustration as the crowd grew, my height couldn't even help me in this dark house. I leave the living room, maybe he got out. I searched the kitchen and dining room with no luck spotting Lucille chatting away. "Lucy!" I yelled grabbing her arm. "Sebastian there you are, what the hell was that? Who would of thought eh?" she gave me a smirk raising both of her eyebrows. I sigh. "Look have you seen Miles? It got crowded and I lost him" she shook her head. "No, maybe he got cold feet" she laughed sipping from her cup. She was not sober enough to be having this conversation with me.

I decide to go upstairs and check the bathroom and bedrooms. The last thing I wanted to think about was in the back of my mind. I found the bathroom first only to open it to find a poor girl throwing her guts up as another held back her hair. The last one was sitting on the sink laughing with a cigarette in her hands. They seemed surprised at my entrance as the one on the sink dropped her cancer stick on the floor. I mutter a quick sorry before leaving closing the door behind me. I walked down the hallway and made it to the last bedroom on the right. I opened the door to something that absolutely boiled my fucking blood. One thing I hated most was people throwing themselves on others when it's not wanted, but it was ten times worse when the other person wasn't in their right mind to defend themselves.

Miles was back down on the bed being kissed by the same mother fucker I had met not too long ago. I stomped over to the bed throwing the dumb cunt off of him. I grab Mile's arm pulling him close to my chest. "Miles are you okay, he didn't do anything else to you did he?" I asked trying to hide the anger in my expression. He tried to look at the guy I had just thrown on the ground but I kept his focus on me "Who the fuck are you?" this prick really has some balls raising his voice at me after what I had just caught him doing. "The fuck does it matter? I'm not saying shit to some piece of trash harassing a drunk person" he scoffed looking at Miles.

"Miles do you know this guy? I'm not letting some stranger that you don't know take you" Miles nodded. "I know him" he whispered looking at him with a straight face. "A stranger he doesn't know? After I just saw the shit you pulled, your lucky I don't-" Miles tugging on my arm makes me cut my words. "Come on, let's just go" I was going to retaliate until I saw the desperate look on his face. I turn to walk out with him when he's yanked back by his arm being pulled by the dumbass glaring at me. "Where are you going?" I gently grabbed Miles putting him behind me before yanking up this dick by his shirt. "If I were you I'd mind my fucking business" I threw him back down before carefully taking Miles by his hand and walking out of the room.

I don't look back, tightly squeezing his hand as I pull Miles down the stairs, through the living room full of people and finally outside. I let go taking a deep breath as I looked up at the night sky. I rubbed  a hand through my hair trying to keep calm so my words wouldn't come out sounding harsh when I spoke again. "I'm sorry..."

I turn back at the quiet voice seeing Miles rubbing his hand. I must have been holding it too tight. I get close to him taking his red hand in mine. "Does it hurt a lot? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hold it that tight" I could see tears forming in his eyes as he spoke. "No, it's okay I should've-- I should've been more careful" A tear fell down his face as I cupped his cheeks making him look up at me. "Hey, why are you crying? You did nothing wrong"

He started crying hysterically my hands still holding his wet face. "Because I was so stupid and got drunk and then made you upset. And I know we barely know each other but still" I use my thumbs to wipe his tears before wrapping his body in a hug. "Miles, you didn't make me upset alright so don't worry about it" He jumps forward into me crying harder than before. I rub his back. "Do you wanna get out of here?" I mumbled quietly in his ear as I held him. He gives me a small nod.

I take this chance to wrap my arm around his shoulder leading him out of the yard and down the street to my car. "Alright, let's go"