Little Bit

TASTE. (excerpt)

**CONTEXT**
this is still in progress, unsure how to start or even end the story... but enjoy this excerpt and please tell me some ideas and improvements so i could finish this mess :(

*doorbell rings*

I immediately got up from the couch, excitedly hopping to the corridor. I never knew Andrew would be back this early, I thought he would still be busy rehearsing for his play.
I opened the door and my smile immediately disappeared and a gasp appeared instead.

"PAUL? What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Is Andrew here?"

"Uhm no, think he is still busy with his rehearsals"

"Perfect"

He immediately kissed me. Compared to the other time, he took control of our kiss, holding onto me and swooning my body. We both shared a couple of moans as we kissed and after enough time of relieving ourselves in our lips, he pulled himself back.

"I have been waiting to do that since a week ago"
He smiled as he let himself in.

"Paul you can't just be here unannounced?"

"Andrew's my pal, why the fuck would he be pissed about? Plus, I just want to see you again.... I miss you so fucking bad"

Without hesitation, he pushed my body onto to the corridor wall. He continued his rough kissing again, holding and grazing his hands on my jaw as his mouth devoured my lips seductively. His heavy breathing and rushed body scent got my body feeling hot. My lips was trying hard to gasp for air but I can't stop myself from continuing. Finally he let his lips and hands go but his blue eyes continued staring down at me.

"I am seriously so fucking happy to see you again"
He whispered into my face

I smiled and let out a shy chuckle
We both continued to look at each other with silence, neither talking just admiring at each other.
It wasn't awkward, it was relaxing and comforting for some reason.

"So how are you going to leave Dublin? Did you manage to book another flight- you know its quite hard to get planes due to the October showers"
he asked worriedly, as he paced down to Andrew's living room as if he had lived here for years (probably he did)

"Paul its fine... I have managed to book a flight but the earliest date is in two weeks time"

He looked down for a moment to think to himself.

"Perfect, that means I can have you for another two weeks"
He looked at me with an annoying smirk

I rolled my eyes and strolled to the kitchen for some beverages.

"Hey do you want anything? 'Drew don't usually have much other than seltzers and root beer... Unless you want wate- "

All of a sudden I felt a heavy man-load fall onto my back, holding onto my waist ever so tightly. I turned my head back and see Paul hugging me with his head resting onto my shoulders; silently humming and smiling comfortably. He looked cute and naive here, squeezing me like I was his favourite kind of plushie. I smiled and gently played with his unwashed messy mullet.

"Anything would be fine, love"

-

"I just don't understand what's wrong with paying like actors a good wage, like I don't get it?"
Paul scoffed as he take another sip of his seltzer, getting absolutely drunkenly mad by the second due to his rants.

I do not know why but seeing him mad and incapable just make me laugh. His hair is getting more dishevelled as he kept on fixing it, his face getting more flushed and sweaty, his vocabulary start sounding like a 13 year old Irish boy who can't stop using curse words. I can't help myself but just ponder him like an exhibit. Maybe it's the seltzer that got me acting like a complete love fool; god what seltzer did Andrew bought holy shit.