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{under the mistletoe pt. 2}

it's a part two

John POV

     It's been almost three months since Matt and I started dating. I've visited him once, and it was one of my happiest days. We went to the movies and then bowling, and then we got to his house and cuddled for a while. I enjoyed every second of the time we spent together; he was patient and kind, always asking before doing something and making sure I was comfortable. I always tried to do the same for him. I was currently at the airport waiting for my plane to be called. I had made it through security, and my bags were taken care of. My phone started to ring in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the name, Matt, 💌, I answered "hello?"

"Hello, Baby! "I was just calling to see if you had made it onto the plane yet." "They're about to call," I laughed, "and I'm going to text you when I've made it on." I heard him sigh, "Okay, I love you." I said I loved him too, and then I hung up. "Plane 84 is now boarding."

I hurriedly took my bag and boarded my flight; I'll see you in 8 hours.

after flight

I got off the plane, it was dark outside, and I looked for Matt when I saw a sign that said, "I'm looking for my amazing boyfriend; he has pretty hair and eyes like emeralds." with green dots all over the sides, and he was holding it in front of his chest while also looking around for me. The last time I came to get picked up, he had made a sign; the last one was different; it said "amazing style" instead of "amazing hair." I was looking directly at him, awaiting his amazing big brown eyes to look at me. When he finally met my eyes, he started doing something that looked like stimming; he shook his hands violently along with the sign, and we both started walking towards each other so we could meet in the middle.

"So what's a handsome man like you doing here? waiting on someone?" He laughed, "Oh shut up!" He grabbed my sides and stood on his tiptoes to kiss me. I grabbed the sides of his face and bent down a little bit so I could connect our lips. It was like kissing silk with the taste of honey. When he pulled away, he hugged me tightly and said, "I missed you." I kissed the top of his head. "I missed you too, you tall bitch." I laughed and kept hugging him. I don't want to let go I leaned back in my seat and gazed out the skylight at the beautiful star-studded night sky while we were listening to music. I never want to let go. He put one arm around me and grabbed my bag "Do you have another?" I While we were listening to music, I leaned back in my seat and gazed out the skylight at the beautiful star-studded night sky. and we went to the pickup station. and after that, we were on our way home. While we were listening to music, I leaned back in my seat and gazed out the skylight at the beautiful star-studded night sky.

"Hey baby, do you want to go get fast food or go somewhere nice?" I sat up in my seat to look at him. "I think fast food will do just fine; I'm pretty tired and probably look like shit." I nervously laughed while messing around with my jacket strings. "You? Are you looking like shit? "That's unheard of." He chuckled as he placed his hand on my thigh. When he placed his hand on my thigh, I froze and took a shaky breath. I was extremely sensitive, and the way he slightly rubbed his thumb over my inner thigh took my breath away. "F-fuck," I sighed under my breath, "what, sweety?" "Hmm. "Oh, nothing," I said as I quickly turned my head toward him. I could feel my face rising in temperature. "really? "Was it this?" He gripped my thigh tightly. I took another deep breath and grabbed onto the handle of the car as tightly as he was grabbing me. "Are you okay with that?"

"Mhm, very okay with it." He squinted and smiled at me and asked, "Are you sensitive, princess?" I took the hand that wasn't holding on to the car for dear life and rubbed my face, saying, "I-I-I am." He grinned devilishly and resumed driving as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't just experienced the most butterflies I believe anyone has ever experienced. I only got harder by the minute; he's probably good at what he does. Those hands of his make me want to scream, and I bet they could make me scream. I want him to make me scream. I felt my pants get tighter, and I felt my face getting even hotter. He looked at me; I didn't realize it, but I was looking at his hand and biting my lip. I was smiling as well. He sighed, eyed me, and let out a breathy laugh. The sexual tension made the car feel like it was 100 degrees (37 degrees Celsius).