My Love Life with a Vampire (boyxboy)

CHAPTER 28

(Sebastian's POV)

After hanging out with Oliver, I just went home. The walk was pretty mundane, just boring without Oliver. Oh Oliver, the love of my life. He's the only human I feel I can truly trust. If only my mother or others could see that. If only they could see Oliver the way I do, through rose tinted glasses, I guess.

I can't get him out of my head, no matter what. Even with the burden of having to leave him soon, I can ignore it for longer, I have too. I have to ignore it, if I do I'll have him for longer. I'll be able to hold him, kiss him, fuck him, for just any longer.

Eventually I got home, and I opened the door to my poorly lit home. The clean air hit my lungs, the empty and unfurnished area having no places for dust. My mother spends all day cleaning and working, keeping this place as unlivable and boring as possible.

I went to my room and set all my things down. I took a look around, admiring all the little trinkets and flourishes added by Oliver. Oliver my love. The boy I'll love forever, the boy I'll have forever, even if it's only in my head. I want to see him.

He must be asleep by now, if I just snuck into his house right now, I'm sure no one would notice.

With this new goal in mind, I got up from where I was sitting on my bed. I put my shoes and jacket back on, and headed for the door, just to be interrupted by my mother.

"Sebastian." Was all she said, making me stop in my tracks and turn around to face her. "Yes?" I raised my eyebrows. "You know what I'm going to say. You're going to see that boy." She answered and I nodded my head. "I know. I'll do it soon." "You fuck'n better."

With that, I left the apartment, quickly went to the elevator, and made my way down. I left the apartment building and walked to the train station, catching one of the late night ones to get to the side of the city that Oliver lives in. From there, all I have to do is go down Oliver's street and get to his house.

As quietly as I can, I entered his home, I went to his room and there I saw him. My beautiful angel, Oliver. I kneeled on the floor next to his bed. He laid there, peacefully sleeping in his bed.

I was startled when I felt a furry body rubbing against my leg. I looked down, only to see his cat, Goober. I sighed and gave him a pat on his head, then turned my attention back to Oliver. I crossed my arms and leaned them on the bed, resting my head on my arms to look at him comfortably.

He wore a long sleeved sleep shirt, I can't tell what pants he's wearing because of the blanket he's wrapped up in. Maybe I could just lift it a bit, just to see his beautiful legs. I did, now being able to see the shorts he's wearing. I can see almost all of the skin of his legs.

He's my boyfriend, my boyfriend. I'm sure he wouldn't mind this at all. I leaned my head on his thigh, looking at him from a new angle. I practically shoved my nose into the skin of his thigh, taking in his nauseatingly good smell. The bottom of his shirt was lifted slightly, just enough to see his abdomen.

My hand was shaky as I reached out, letting my hand caress the skin of his belly. He must be sleeping well, he's not reacting or waking up to my touch at all. Maybe he really needed this sleep, maybe I was just keeping him up when we were hanging out earlier.

His glasses laid on his night stand, reflecting the string lights hung around his room. The lights were just low enough for the light to not bother his sleep, thankfully.

I wonder how long I can stay here. I wonder how much longer I'll be able to stay around him at all. Maybe this could be the last time I ever get to touch him. I should break up with him, for his safety. How dare I be so selfish to keep him the way I have. Driving him on, messing with his feelings, just to break up with him for a reason I can't tell him.

The longer I stay with him, the more danger he's put in. No matter how much I want him, he'd be better off without me. It's a 'if you love them, let them go' situation.

So here I sit, touching all over the love of my life, torn between my want for him and his own life. He'll be heartbroken when I leave him, I know it. I don't want to live without him but I don't want to live with his blood on my hands either. At this point, maybe he'd just be better off dead.