Char&Nicky

BABYDOLL

TW: violence
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Charlie's POV:

I rush down the hall to the janitors room. When I open the door, I see Ben already standing there, leaning against the beige wall. He is keeping his legs and arms crossed. Our eyes Locke, his are filled with a mix of anger and lust. All of  this uncertanty makes me nervous, so I immediately start apologising:
"Ben, I'm so sorry for suggesting a relationship, I shouldn't have tried to push-".
In blink of an eye his hand falls, then firmly sits over my mouth. His eyes intimidating and determined on mine. Ben's other hand locks mine to the wall behind me. I'm frozen, don't know if it's because I feel safe or terriffied. I can't move an inch of my body, only my eyes that are now wide open, like that of a prey being caught, begging him to make the next move.
"Just shut up already", Ben hisses so close to my face that I can feel his burning breath on me.
"The important thing is, we won't get caught if we continue like this", he says, "as long as we're careful and don't waste little time we have on nonsense".
Even though my heart breaks into a million little pieces, I nod while looking down on the ground.
"You know how much this means to me. So, my question is: Do you want to keep doing this?", he asks demandingly.
Even though I would prefer us being in a relationship, he's the only 'lover' I have ever had, I don't want to lose him. In some way, I feel really close to him. He was the only one who talked to me when literally everyone else was bullying me. So, reluctantly, I nod again:
"Good", Ben smirks.
With a swift movement, his hand shifts from my mouth to under my ear and pulls me into a kiss. It was with so much force I could feel the wall behind me putting pressure on my head. Again, it wasn't romantic, but Ben seemed to enjoy it. It's not that I didn't, but it just wasn't anything meaningful to my heart. His whole body weight again on mine, shifting every few seconds. He starts stroking my hair, slightly pulling it to get me to open my mouth. His tongue starts sliding in, playing inside it. I can't feel anything but the sensations in my body, what a relief. We pull eachothers hips, closer and closer, not being able to get enough. I don't care if I get bite marks on my lips from kissing him, I just need him to show me he loves me. Then, as if someone pinched him from a dream, Ben stumbles back, terrified. His look changes to a cold one in split of a second:
"I should get going".
Once more, I just nod and watch him leave me again.
Somehow, I feel worse now than I did the last time we saw eachother.