Joe swallowed his food once more, why was she leaning in so much, they were practically falling out. And he couldn't breath, and he was so turned on. And the spaghetti was so good..
"Please.. don't apologise," he breathed out, grabbing his own wine and taking a long sip as he looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah, I mean, it's fine, I really don't know what it's like, I hardly remember," he smiled gently, placing his hands under his chin to listen as she spoke.
'It's so hard to listen when your boobs are out Ella,'
He smiled lightly, blinking in agreement, "I'm so sorry.. parents leaving must suck,"
'It does suck, but I'm sure my mothers a bitch, sucking off some cop for drug money somewhere,'
Joe sat back slightly, smiling at her, "we basically grew up the same, you know.. no parents, some old dude with more time then he can count saves the day and raises us right," he laughed, she was so easy to talk to, and if she doesn't stop moving around like that he was going to need an excuse to leave. He noticed her shock when he asked about the lion suit, 'embarrass me, I am embarrass you,'
He mimicked her wine drinking. She seemed bamboozled by the question, 'you weren't expecting Ethan to spill the beans. Please. Ethan always spills the beans. I'm surprised he wasn't a wooden puppet in another life.
Joe almost coughed out his wine at her words, 'exciting?! EXCITING?! Did she just say my sex wasn't exciting- that- ouch, she might as well take my balls and throw them out the window,'
He swallowed his wine. Suddenly finding his pasta alot more entertaining. Why she meaning to insult his sex skills in such a way?
"Right.." he cleared his throat, "you- you talked to Blythe about.. our sex," he said quietly, 'greatttttttt'
"Fantasies?" Joe let out, his voice cracking, was she actually into that kind of stuff? "Cosplay?" He coughed, and suddenly it felt like his apartment last night. Quiet, awkward and no one was talking. I'm going to kill Ethan, strangle him, beat him, Then make him choke on books.
Joe nodded, "yeah- actually," he breathed, undoing one of the buttons on his shirt, this wasn't sexual tension, Is was awkward tension, why did his own damn body betray him like this?
And now he was distracted again, by the way her hair moved into a ponytail, how her collar bone sat, so exposed, and suddenly his jeans were uncomfortable again. God he wanted to kiss her neck, and take her on this table, covered in sauce, and he couldn't take much more of this. The only thing worse than cumming in eight seconds.. is cumming in one's own pants. Joe felt the edge of the table with his other hand, watching hungrily as she bit her lip.
Joe swallowed, "what?" He questioned, his eyes darting away from her lips and back to her eyes, "oh- uh- yeah, no, I mean," he coughed, "the safe?" 'The cage' "oh yeah, Mr Mooney wanted somewhere safe to store his books, he wanted a place to read where no one could disturb him... hence the soundproofness," he shrugged, "I actually help him build it.. when I was sixteen," he shrugged.
He wanted to drop the topic, it wasn't a good topic, and he was soft again.
Joe remembered, he remembered losing a valuable book, worth almost $2500. He remembered Mr Mooney being so furious. Teaching him a lesson. He remembered crying in the cage, for seven days, though the tears stopped by five. And the cold pizza and stale coffee. He remembered his father never even noticed he was gone. But Mr Mooney taught him a lesson,
"Your not going to be some spoilt brat who gets away with everything, you have to learn boy!" His voice echoed in joes head, and suddenly his grasp on the fork he was holding tightened.
Joe blinked, "um.. I don't know," he said quietly, "I mean yeah, it has been, I keep it cool and fix the books, but let's stop talking about that," he smiled. Grabbing her hand, "why don't we.. go watch that movie, or," he breathed out quietly, taking her hand to his lips, "we can do something else," he smirked, Joe stood, stalking around the table and pulling her up to his level, "I want to- make it up to you," he breathed, his hands dropped to the small of her back. He was hard again, and fighting back every piece of strength he had not to explode. It would be the end of him, and then he would castrate himself, jump into the ocean, and let the sharks have him.
