You're Early [ManxBoy]

Chapter 13: I Lost My Edge

Dean

*Two days later*

"Omg!" Charles yelled, startling me half to death and causing me to momentarily lose my balance.

"What?" I turned around, only to see his mouth gaped open with his eyes wide and hands on his face. He almost resembled that kid from Home Alone.

"You actually came out of the room......without a sheet wrapped around you!" He gushed. Rolling my eyes, I continued to do what I was already doing before he showed up; eating my cereal.

He merrily skipped around the kitchen, pulling out a bunch of ingredients while humming a toon. What's got him so happy?

"What's with you?" I asked, trying to make it sound like I could careless.

"Paul is what's with me!" He clapped gayly. Yes I mean, bendy wrist and light claps and all. "We just went out on our fourth date last night, and I think I'm ready."

"Ready for what?"

He cracked an egg on the side of the pan and let it fall into it, all while giving me a pervy smile. "To give him some of my yolk."

After hearing that, I pushed the empty bowl away from me and stood to leave. This guy was making me lose the appetite I'd just gotten.

"Dude."

"Hey! I don't complain when you and Chris talk about your adventurous sex lives." He said while stirring around the eggs in the pan.

"Uh yes you do."

"Well that's only because you have it every time I stay the night at yours, which should be the both of yours since he's there almost every day." He exaggerated. "I swear, it's almost like I'm in the same room with you two!"

He went on to rant how we go at it harder than bunnies, but all I kept hearing was his words from before, about the whole us practically living together already.

"Can you get that?"

I snapped back into reality and looked at him strangely. "What?"

"The door." He pointed towards the living room with the spatula. I didn't miss him mutter asshole under his breath as I passed either.

Dragging myself to the door, I swung it open, getting ready to tell those Jehovah witnesses off for the third time this week. Look, I love God and all, but these people are really annoying.

You would've thought getting doors slammed in their faces and silent replies would stop them from coming.

"For the last time. I don't want-" I stopped my rant mid sentence. My sentence along with my will to breath and move had stopped also.

Right here, right in front of me, stood the only person I'd ever loved in my entire life, with an all to familiar smirk on his face.

"Miss me?" He teased. Before I could even utter another word, not that I really could, my eyes trailed down to his shirt to see something written on it in green paint.

'Drop me and top me'

"And I mean it." After that, I gained enough of my willpower to launch forward and tackle him to the floor. Instantly, my lips found his and I savored him for all he was worth.

His moans, my groans; they only seemed to fire me up. Without detaching my lips from his, I picked him up by his thighs, wrapped his legs around my waist and carried him inside until his back was pressed against my bed.

"You don't know how much I've missed you." I trailed kisses all the way down his face to his cheek to his jaw and finally to his neck.

He moaned out when my lips latched onto his sweet spot and began to torture it. Curses that came from him only made my dick grow harder in my pajama bottoms.