My badboy boyfriend [PabStell]

06

After calming down, I stood from the floor, brushing off my clothes. He went back inside, resuming his cleaning. I tried to push aside the unsettling discovery, needing time to process my feelings. Now seated on the couch, I closed my eyes, leaning back as I waited for him to finish.  I inhaled sharply, recoiling at the scent of stale cigarettes, alcohol, and sweat clinging to my clothes.

Discomfort gnawed at me.  I needed a bath, a thorough cleansing.  The sound of the door opening made me snap my eyes open, but I quickly averted my gaze. He stood there, naked except for a towel hastily wrapped around his waist.  I stood, my voice a shaky whisper. "I-I need to… bathe," I stammered, avoiding his eyes.  I grabbed my bag and fled.

I was just about to enter the bathroom when I remembered something I'd left behind.  Returning to the room, a wave of relief washed over me at the sight of him fully dressed.  Blushing, I approached him, clutching my bag. "Can I borrow a towel? I didn't bring one."

He stood, retrieving a fresh towel. "Here," he said, extending it. I gratefully accepted it, murmuring my thanks. Then I left, needing the distance, needing to be alone with my thoughts.

Stell only took a half-hearted bath; I'd already showered at home.  Carrying my bag and a first-aid kit I'd found in the bathroom, I opened the door to find him sitting on the floor, nursing a can of beer.  I sat on the bed, subtly patting the space beside me, inviting him to join me. He complied, never letting go of his drink.  Curiosity tugged at me; I wondered what it tasted like.  He must have noticed my gaze, because he offered it.  "You want a sip?"

I nodded. He handed me the can.  After a tentative sip, my eyes widened. It was surprisingly good.  He reached for the beer again, but I stopped him.  "That's enough, Stell," I said, a playful edge to my voice. "You'll get drunk…"

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest.  "I'm not that weak," he retorted, a hint of challenge in his eyes.

"Even a little," I mumbled, still gazing at the beer. He sighed. "I'm just worried… you might do something reckless, especially when you're drunk…" he muttered, low enough that I almost missed it.  "Did you say something?" I asked. He shook his head. "Nothing," he said, handing me the can again.  I happily accepted it and took another sip.

I began cleaning his wounds, dabbing alcohol onto the cuts on his face with a cotton ball.  He winced occasionally, but I continued, slowly sipping the beer as I worked.  Before I realized it, the can was empty.  Soon, a wave of warmth washed over me, a pleasant dizziness settling in. I paused, using my hand as a fan to try and cool down.  Then, a cold hand cupped my cheeks.  "You're drunk," he murmured.

I stared at him, trying to speak, but my words were slurred and incomprehensible.  I could only make out the movement of his lips, and one thought dominated my mind: I wanted to taste him. I pushed him onto the bed, straddling him.  But before my lips could meet his, he dodged me.

"Why did you dodge? I thought you liked me?" I demanded, my voice thick with alcohol.

He held my hips, swiftly turning us around so he was on top, my wrists pinned above my head.  "I still do…" he trailed off, as I struggled against his hold.  "…but you're drunk, Stell. You don't know what you're doing."

My irritation flared. "Let me go!" I ordered.

"No," he answered stubbornly. "I know what I'm doing."  I was equally adamant.  We stared at each other, neither willing to yield. He groaned, finally giving in. "If I kiss you, will you go to sleep?"

I nodded vigorously. He released my wrists, helping me sit up. He sat on the edge of the bed, patting his thigh.

He caressed my cheeks before capturing my lips, his tongue smoothly invading my mouth as the kiss deepened. A slow smile curved his lips when he sensed no resistance. He pulled away, our foreheads touching, both of us panting.  "It's not enough, Pau… I want more…" I pleaded, the words barely a whisper.

In that moment, something snapped within Pablo – rationality? Sanity? He didn't know, nor did he care. He tilted my head, his lips finding mine again with a desperate hunger. We kissed again, his tongue tracing the curve of my earlobe, then trailing kisses down my neck, making me arch my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as I clung to his shoulders.  He slowly unbuttoned my top.  A gasp escaped my lips as his warm fingertips grazed my skin. A soft kiss on my exposed shoulder sent shivers down my spine.  "God… you're so beautiful, Stell," he whispered, pressing soft kisses against my skin. My face burned.  A moan escaped me as he gently bit my shoulder, leaving a mark. I leaned back, the exquisite sensations flooding my body, closing my eyes in blissful surrender.

Pablo ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face.  "This is the second time you've done this to me, Stell," he groaned, looking down at the man now fast asleep beside him. Stell stirred, then awoke to the light of a new morning.