Painful Desires || COMPLETED ✔️

Chapter 18

      My quads burn as I pump my legs harder zooming past a heavy-breathing Lucas, I think this is the first time he's run in years.

"Wait...wait!" He stops resting his hands on his knees, "It's too...it's too much. My legs." He pants.

I run back, jogging circles around him. "Come on now, we just started."

"It's already been..." He closes his eyes walking off the race track to lie down on the grass. He groans at his Apple watch, "TWENTY MINUTES? It feels like an hour."

I sit down next to him, leaning back on my hands watching as his chest moves up and down.

"Slow," I slide my hand to his chest feeling his rapid heartbeat. "Steady breaths."

He nods squeezing his eyes closed, shielding his eyes from the sun with his forearm.

"Do you feel light-headed?" I rub his chest and he nods still panting. "Calm your heartbeat."

"How?" He breathes out.

"Think of your goals, tell yourself when you get through this mile you'll feel better. Tell yourself what you want." My palm presses a little harder and I feel my finger brush his nipple and I stop.

Clearing my throat I look away and he sits up with a new profound determination, he pulls me up with him. "Let's go."

And...he lasted ten more minutes before he's running to the car yelling, "I need food!" I think I heard him cry a little.

Opening the fridge I toss Lucas an egg and he catches it, cracking it into a pan. I toss him a couple more before I move to the cutting board to chop up some veggies.

"Any meat?" He asks mixing the veggies in with the eggs.

I shrug looking through the fridge, "How old is this?" I show him a Tupperware of cooked chicken and he shakes his head and I spill it into the trash.

We've been working out for the past week, I've been trying to guide him into it. I think he's gotten tired of people--me, calling him "skinny and small".

Now that I think about it, I wouldn't want people judging him for something he can't control. So why have I been making fun of him?

"What should we listen to?" I scroll through youtube on the TV, his search history consists of music or school related. I smile at 'How to dance bachata for beginners'.

"Anything is fine."

"Do you want me to teach you?"

He looks up from stirring the pan, shaking his head, "No. It's okay."

"Why do you want to learn?"

"Theirs this girl in one of my marketing classes."

"So you want to impress her with some Latino charm? Let me see."

He pulls out his phone with a smile and shows me her Instagram, her name is Rosa and her feed consists of pets, family, and a lot of bikini pictures. There's a video of her dancing bachata with another girl, and she's definitely Latina.

"She's sexy."

"I know!"

He never had feelings for me. If it were between me and Rosa even I would choose her.

After eating and watching a couple of Grey's Anatomy episodes and realizing why he's obsessed with it, I switch to youtube standing up.

"What are you doing?" He narrows his eyes at my extended hand.

"Teaching you how to dance. You want to impress her, right?"

The music starts playing and I gesture for him to follow my steps, and he exaggeratedly moves his hips.

Biting my lip I try to suppress a laugh, "Um..." I hold his hips in place, I can feel his hip bones under his clothes.

"Like this," I slowly guide him taking his hand again I ignore how the touch makes me feel and step to the rhythm of Romeo Santos.

"There you go. Aye, we're not swinging our dicks here," I nod to his pelvis, and his eyebrows furrow, focusing on my hips.

"This is easy," he chuckles after a minute, dancing a little too fast.

"Oh really?" I slide my hand up his back pushing him into me, I take his waist he goes stiff. I position his arm to the back of my neck and take his hand in a way where he holds onto my thumb.

With strength I dance side to side slowly, leading him so he can follow my next move.

       "I suck!" He groans throwing himself on the sofa, belly first. After mixing in a couple of spins, he kept tripping over his feet and started whining like a baby.

"How am I going to have a chance with her?" He mumbles.

"Maybe sparkle up your personality because honey, you cannot dance. Teaching you is like trying to teach a baby how to walk," I slap his back, and he groans.

"Why is it so difficult?"

I scroll through youtube trying to find a video that dumbs down the steps, "That's because you're--" I stop myself.

"Weak?" He scoffs. "I know I am. You don't have to remind me."

"No. It's because you need more time, you'll get it... eventually."

"I don't think my body can move like that."

I shake my head tapping my foot on the floor, "Your Asian ancestors are going to haunt you for not mastering the art of moving your hips." I touch his head and he looks up at me. "Rest in peace, brother," I smile sadly, patting his head.

"Oh, shut up!" He shoves me and I laugh as he throws a pillow at me. "My back even hurts."

"You want me to pop it?" I smile widely with wide eyes.

"Stop looking at me like that, you look like an addict."

Rolling my eyes I gesture for him to lie on the floor, or more like pull him down. He positions his arms at his side lying on his stomach.

"I swear you have some sort of fixation with--"

I sit over him with my knees on either side of his hips, making sure I hover over his ass.

"Breath in...and out." He does as I say and I push down at an angle with popping noises following.

He grunts closing his eyes each time I push down, his body tenses then deeply relax soon after.

"Mmm, do you want me to do you?" He breathes comfortably in a daze with his eyes closed.

I sit on his bum pressing down on his lower back, my knees clenching his hips as he grunts.

 I quickly get off him looking away and he sits up. "Well?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I pop yours?" He tilts his head with curious eyes and my rapid heartbeat settles down.

"Sure."

"I'm a quick learner, plus..."

"What?"

"Nevermind, I was going to say something dirty. Is it too soon for that?"

I shrug laying down, he rubs his hands before sitting on top of my ass and I immediately tense. I feel his slender fingers trail down my back and I close my eyes.

"Should I start here..." His hands go to my upper back. "Or here." He slides down to my lower back and waist.

"Up...then go low."

I breathe in and he pushes down. A laugh bursts through me, "You have to go harder than that!"

"Harder? Are you sure?" He sounds worried and as I'm about to reassure him he uses his weight.

"Oh god!" I moan.