One & Only

Prologue

Warning: Sexual Content

I watch the rays of light that travel through the window dance on the wall in front of the bed as I lay in between a large, sleeping body and a poster covered wall. The window to my right is splattered with hundreds of water droplets, some of them racing each other down the smooth glass. It's early morning, but the sun is hidden away behind layers of fog and clouds. The sleeping body stirs and turns itself to face me, slinging its arm across my chest. Luke's bright blue eyes meet mine. His normally voluminous hair is pointing in every direction, parts of it matted down to his head.

"Morning sleepyhead." I say with a smile. He slightly turns up the corners of his mouth and grunts in response. He closes his eyes and buries his head in the crook of my neck, nuzzling his face into me. I giggle as he begins to leave kisses on my skin. "Luke, you know I have to go, stop trying to distract me!" I playfully scold as I push him off and scramble out of bed. His sheets are still Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which he picked out when we were in the 3rd grade. Throughout the years we have really dirtied them up. From pasta sauce stains to ramen noodle mishaps to ... other things.

"I know, you're just so goddamn sexy I can't help it." He responds as he props himself up on his elbows. The TMNT sheets cover just his bottom half, exposing his pale torso. I quickly slip on my panties and jeans, searching the room frantically for my bra. Things got so heated last night I cant remember where I left it. I look on his desk, which is bare of books and schoolwork. I check in his music corner, and find nothing but music sheets, various records and his guitar. The only thing I find under the bed are condom wrappers and empty soda cans. "Looking for something?" Luke smugly asks from behind me. Doing a 180, I whip myself around to see my bright red bra dangling off his pointer finger. I reach for it, but he pulls it away and chucks it across the room. Snaking his arm around my waist he whispers, "I like you better without it."

"You cheeky little bastard." I reply as I allow him to pull me back onto the bed. He presses his lips to mine, lowering me onto the mattress. I feel a pang in my chest. This moment, this feeling of him on my lips and his warm skin pressed to mine would soon be a distant memory. After dropping out of school last month, his bandmates all decided to go on tour. In Europe. For a year. His hands make their way down to my jeans, still unzipped. He peels them off my legs and pulls down my underwear before he turns to his bedside table and fumbles through the top drawer. I want to stay in this moment forever. Just me and my boyfriend. He puts on a condom before hoisting himself on top of me and positioning himself at my entrance. He presses his forehead to mine as he slowly pushes himself into me. I close my eyes. His thrusts get faster. The headboard slams against the wall repeatedly. I wrap my legs around his waist. I hear his breathy gasps for air and the occasional "shit" or "fuck". I don't want him to leave me. I buck my hips into Luke's body, he lets out a "fuck" and slams into me faster and harder. My nails dig into his bare back. Please don't go Luke. We both reach our climax at the same time. I love you, you asshole.

That was the last day I saw Luke Hemmings.

Until today.