Nothing Above You

Twelve

Enzo Marcelo

"Are you sure about this?" I stand against the car as I look at the beautiful boy in front of me. He looks at me and raises his eyebrow. "What? Do you want me to drop you off to your house? I'm not gonna do that. I'm too tired. Plus, my parents aren't home so it doesn't matter." He shrugs as he walks to the elevator expecting me to follow him. I can feel that he is nervous and is trying to be brave and strong.

"That is exactly why I'm asking you. Is it really ok?" I say as I walk behind him. My voice comes out from deep inside my throat as I'm trying to figure out what I'm feeling right now. I want to hold this boy so bad. I want him in my arms. I want his scent to fill my lungs. I walk so close to him that I can feel his scent touching my nostrils.

I could stay here forever.

His back faces me but when I'm near him, he turns around. He raises his eyebrows and smiles at me. "What? You are acting like we can't be left alone." He says jokingly being damn aware of the tension we have, from the day we met. He looks at the floor trying to be as normal as possible. He is trying to avoid any eye contact.

But I want his eyes on me.

I look at him as the intensity rises inside me. Does he not know what he is doing? He looks at me, as I lean closer to his face. I never break the eye contact, neither does he. We keep looking at each other as we stare into each other's eyes, as if we were reading each other.
I feel my body getting warm and cold at the same time.

"Don't pretend like you don't know what is going on."I say in a low and shaky voice. It almost comes out as a whisper. I don't know who I am teasing more at this point. Me or him because the view that I have right now, is a complete torture for me. A good one.

He looks so small in front of me. Just like a little kitten getting cornered. He is alert but at the same time, he is there. Waiting. I see him lick his lips and my eyes immediately fall on them. I see his lips shine a little more and I smirk when my eyes meets his. He takes a step back and I take a step forward.

"What do you mean?" He whispers. His voice coming out hoarse. It sends shivers to my body and my cock is inches away from getting tight in my pants. Shit. He knows what he's doing to me. He knows.

"Don't play like that with me, Mateo. You know everything." I say and gulp. He looks at my nose and then my lips. My teary skips a beat when his eyes fall on my lips.
His eyes move back at my eyes. All this time, I don't realize that I was taking small steps forward as he was was taking small step back.

I stop when his back touches the elevator, stopping him from going any further away from me. His green eyes look at me and all I see in them is, nervousness, innocence. Dazzling.

I put my hand on one side of his face, resting it on the wall behind him and lean in. He doesn't move or flinch. Instead, his breathing gets more intense and heavy. My cheeks grazes his as I lean down towards his ear.

"You feel it too, don't you?" I whisper and I feel him shiver against me. I just want to nibble on those ear and kiss those pink cheeks. My stomach was doing flips and my heart was in my throat. I was sweating as the heat radiated from my body. Maybe, it was also because of the heat coming from his body too.

I press the button of the elevator and it makes a ding sound. The door opens and Mateo's body leans back, almost losing his balance and falling back. I am quick to hold him as my arm warps around his waist in a swift. I hold him close to my chest and our faces our only inches away. My heart beats faster as I feel his body pressed into my chest.
I look down at him finding him looking at me with those dazzling eyes and his Adam Apple goes up and down. Our breathes mix with each other and his scent fills my lungs. It's not very strong and masculine, but it is elegant and pleasing.