Manthony ✨

Me Too

Heyo,

Short fluff story:

~Christian~

After we wash off I go and lay on his bed and wait for him. He's brushing his teeth again since he vomited. To be honest I love him enough not to care that he vomited and kissed me. He tasted like beer which is probably because he had too much and threw up. Anyways, I stare at the city and wonder when I'll get to leave. With Mitchel of course. Clinton's back home. Mitchel and I had taken this trip off for a while. Before my thoughts go on, Mitchel walks back in and takes the spot next to me,

"Do you think Clinton knows?" He asks, looking at me,

"About what?" I ask, feeling dumb,

"Us," he says and I inhale deeply, scooting closer,

"I don't know," I say quietly and he comes closer, brushing some hair behind my ear,

"Did you expect to come here and sleep in the same bed as me?" He asks and the question kind of throws me off,

"You mean have sex with you or actually sleep with you?" I ask and he drops his hand,

"Both," he says and I blink,

"Well, I was expecting both because you can't deny the tension and desire between us," I say and he sighs,

"Does it bother you?" He seems worried,

"What? No, not at all," I say, turning him towards me, "I love you," I say and he kisses me real quick,

"I like having sex with you," he says quietly and my eyes wander across his body,

"Me too, you sexy fuck," I tease and he smiles, looking at me and winking, "Come here," I say and pull him close so I'm spooning him. It's like his body was made for mine the way we fit so perfectly. After a while, his breathing changes and I know he's asleep. Eventually, I drift off too...