PITBABE: Alan x Jeff ( PIT STOP ROMANCE ) ABO

KENTA

Pete asked me out for a date. And I, being obsessed over him, accepted it desperately. And I haven't been happier ever since.

Pete is like the perfect man to ever exist. He looks after me and makes me calm and comfortable. We didn't have a single embarrassing moment together. He is just him and I am just me and we accept each other. Everything goes perfectly.

But, not everything. Whenever we try to be more intimate, I have this glimpse. A glimpse of me doing the deed with someone else. And that 'someone else' isn't Pete. Or someone I know. This makes me freak out every time. 

Pete, as understanding as ever, doesn't force me to do it with him. But I know he wanted to do this. I wish I could do too. But I don't understand why I am not mentally able to accept it. 

Imagine thinking of someone else instead of your partner while doing it. It is like I am cheating on Pete. I made up my mind. I am going to talk about this to Pete. 

My doorbell rang. I knew it was him. I smiled ear-to-ear as I realized. A flutter of excitement tugged my heart. I ran to open the door.

All I could see was a handsome man with a night-hung heavy and his eyes flowing with joy and excitement. His presence demanded attention, along with a perfect blend of masculinity and undeniable charm. His hair, tousled and wet from the rain softened the faintest hint of smile from the corner of his lips. Each strand of his hair drips and rolls down his jaw. His shoulder was wet from it, but he looked majestic, nevertheless. 

He towered me as he entered inside. I was too stunned by the view to move an inch. 

Pete:
It is too cold outside. I am freezing.

He said as his jaw shivered a little. His hands widened for a hug.

Pete:
How about you give me some warmth, hmm?

I smiled and hugged him back. Our bodies were like being stitched together for a moment. The water drops from his hair strands fell on my nape, but his kiss took care of it. The shivering passed from him to me. Not because it was cold, but because his kisses made my blood rush.

I moved away from the hug and closed the door behind him.

Pete:
I am sorry that we couldn't go on the date. I should have checked the weather. 

Me:
It's fine as long as we are together. Dry your hair before you get cold.

Pete:
It's fine as long as we are together.

He repeated my words but with a teasing tone. His lips curled into a smirk, dancing with mischief as he walked closer. The closer he comes, the faster I move back. But with a gentle and firm grip, he pulled me closer to him. My body collided with his, and his contagious smirk infected me as well. My hands were hugging his shoulders, while his hands were hugging my waist.

His eyes were locked with mine as he leaned for a kiss. His fervent kiss was sending me sensations like never before. His lips are on mine. It was difficult to set the pace with his kiss, but he paused a few times, giving me time to adjust to his kiss. I closed my eyes in the divine feeling of his lips. I knew it wasn't a normal welcoming kiss. It is a call for intimacy. His hands moving down to my hips proves my point. He guided me to my room, while still emerging into the kiss. His hands unbuttoned me as soon as we entered the room. 

The kiss was as comforting as ever. I couldn't stop kissing him, but his hands moving around my body made me gasp for air.

Me:
W-wait.

I said as I was struggling to breathe. My eyes widened as moved back to gasp.
He pulled me closer by my neck. My hands clung to his pant's buckles. The grip on him was so dominating, making me lean over him.