A gift for a Queen

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Theodore's POV.

Anthony and I walk to his car, I text Charlie to let her know she doesn't have to worry about picking me up. She responds with a thumbs up. Anthony drives to McDonald's, getting me my mcflurry and himself a shake before he drives to my house. As soon as we get to the house I hop out and rush to my room to wait for Ant. I hear him enter the house and call for me.

Without giving him an answer he heads to my room, and walks in. He grumbles when he sees me, and takes a seat on my bed. I laugh at his pout, before kissing it off his face. A smile takes over and I watch as he tries to hide it by taking a sip of his shake.

"I love you," I tell him smiling.

He can no longer hide his smile so he sets his cup down, and tackles me to the bed. His hands holding my wrists to the mattress. My arms trying to rebel against his hold, his eyes holding a playfulness to them.

"What game are you playing baby?" He asks me, cocking an eyebrow.

"I'm not playing any game," I say hiding a smile, or at least trying to hide a smile.

"Sure, and I'm not going to kiss you," he responds leaning down.

He presses our mouths together before pulling away and smirking at me when I glare up at him.

"You're an asshole, I want to kiss you," I complain.

"How can I be an asshole when I'm just about to kiss you?" he teases, brushing his lips against the corner of my mouth.

"You just are," I mumble.

"Sure," he chuckles trailing light kisses from my cheek to my neck, before he presses a few long kisses to some of the fading marks on my neck.

(Sister skip)
I let out a noise between a moan and a gasp when he bites down on my neck. My hands trying to wrap around him by reflex. Growing more upset that he has me trapped against the bed. I push my arms against his hands hoping he gets the idea, he does not, and instead sucks on my neck on one of my weak points. I let out a whimper when his mouth moves lower.

"Ant-" I mumble, he hums in response not ceasing his actions, so I take that as a sign to continue, "I want y-you to fuck me, s-so bad," I moan.

"Is that so?" he asks teasingly, before he moves his knee between my legs, dangerously close to my crotch.

"Mhm," I whine a little when he nibbles on my neck.

"How bad?" he asks moving his mouth to the opposite side of my neck.

"V-very," I respond, knowing he's playing with me, and the only way to get what I want is to do what he wants, which is to play along.

"You don't like this?" he asks, feigning hurt.

"I-I do b-but I want-," I cut myself off with a loud moan, which is obviously what he wanted as he pulls away from me and just goes back to his shake like nothing just happened, "Y-you asshole," I grumble realizing what he just did.

"Yeah?" he asks amused.

"I w-want you to fuck me, n-not fuck w-with me," I pout sitting up so I can actually look at him.

"Yeah?" he laughs.

"Fine I'll just d-do it myself," I grumble pulling my shirt over my head, making Anthony turn his. My hands move to my pants next fiddling with the button.

Needless to say Ant did not like me 'doing it myself' and ended up giving me what I wanted.

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We were on the cusp of sleep when I heard the door to the house open. Sighing I unwravel myself from Anthony and the blankets. Pulling on a pair of boxers, and then pants, then Anthony's sweatshirt. I press a kiss to Anthony's head before I head to check out who opened the door.

"Charlie?" I call wondering if it's her.

"I'm here!" she calls back, making me sigh in relief.

"Okay! I'm going to make some food for Ant and I, do you want anything?" I ask making my way to the kitchen.

"No I'm good, I ate with Aaron's parents, tell Anthony I say hi," she says, and I remember she promised Anthony and I that she would work on her blatant dislike towards him.

"I will," I respond.

I make Anthony and I some spaghetti, and I plate it, setting the plates on the table. Then I go to wake him up, which is a struggle all on it's own. It takes me tapping his face and eventually shaking him, lightly of course I'm not a monster. When I see his blue eyes open, and softly glare at me I pull him out of bed and throw him some clothes, telling him I made us dinner.

While we eat at the table, he tells me I'm some kind of diabolical genius because of how I 'tricked' him into getting what I wanted.

"Well its not like you were actually going to do what I wanted," I retort.

"That is correct," he responds winking at me.

"Well I want a round two, so better get yourself ready," I say grabbing my plate and bringing it to the sink.

"I've created a monster," He mumbles to himself, a smile present on his face, I roll my eyes and grab his plate for him, setting it in the sink.

"Are you coming or not?" I ask making my way to my bedroom.

"I will be later," he jokes getting up from his spot at the table, rolling my eyes I head the rest of the way to my bedroom, setting up the speaker so that way Charlie won't hear.

"What do you want to listen to?" I ask him when he comes into the room.

"Whatever, I'm not picky," he replies locking the door and taking the sweatshirt I gave him off.

Four more to go, this actually makes me sad.