𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟓 || 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧

CHAPTER 23 : 𓆩♡𓆪

Note: Inspired by Brokeback Tommen by feelysfarm22 on Wattpad, and by Lie With Me by Philippe Besson!

I prepared my living room for Lizzie.

I vacuumed the place and laid a couple of comfortable blankets on the couch.

I even prepared some snacks - I hope she'll like them. There's an array of sweets on my coffee table, mostly consisting of chocolate. I have soda and chips if she wants, too.

I turn on my TV and search for a movie. I settle on us watching Brokeback Mountain. I get a knock on my door 10 minutes later.

I open my door and give her a big smile, stepping aside for her to walk in. Today, she wears navy-colored jeans and a cropped black longsleeve.

We're almost matching.

I have jeans just as dark as hers, except I wear a white cropped shirt, not a longsleeve.

"This is cozy," Lizzie says, taking in the living room. My cheeks flush - God, I hate being ginger. I turn red so easily.

"I wanted you to be comfortable." I say softly with a shrug. She gives me a slight smile.

She takes her shoes off with a sigh and puts her phone on an empty spot of the coffee table, putting her house keys right beside it.

She then plops down on the couch, her eyes fixed to the screen.

"Should I change the movie?"

"No, no. This is good." She reassures.

I nod, sitting down on the far end of her and watching the movie aswell.

I try to pay attention but it's hard. Her presence fills the room completely.

I told myself I would be the first one to make a move tonight, so might as well start before it turns awkward.

Tentatively, I bring my hand to her leg, sliding it upwards. I feel her tense.

When I finally look at her, she's already looking at me, silently encouraging me to continue.

I bite my lip, shifting closer, and closer, and closer, until I'm straddling her lap as she lays under me. Her head is propped up on the couchs arm rest and her hair splays out like a halo around her.

Unable to hold myself back, I cup her cheek. Touch her face. Admire how her ocean eyes look up at me like I'm the god she worships.

It's almost too much to bear. This is so intimate and yet I don't ever wanna not see her like this.

I lean forward and kiss her softly. There's no hunger in how we kiss, only (what I can assume) love. It's just us and only us.

Our bodies are different but we share a soul.

I know we do.

Her hands slither up to my waist from my thighs and she squeezes. I breathe into her mouth when we part for air, yet I kiss her again.

She bites down on my bottom lip and groans when I start to grind against her. Just seeing her make the sound causes desire to pool in my belly.

I let out a soft whimper and she rubs my sides, giving my tits a squeeze before her hands fall to my thighs again.

I need more.

Lizzie's hips start to undulate into mine, and now it's my turn to moan.

Who knew dry humping could feel this good?

"I wanna touch you," I whisper, my faces inches from hers.

She presses the side of her nose against mine and I take that as a sign to slide my hand down to her jeans and unbutton them.

My hand urgently slips into her panties and I rub her clit. Her breath hitches and she lets out the prettiest whine.

I continue to pleasure the little bundle of nerves as we pant against eachothers mouth. She brings a hand up to rub my pussy through the denim fabric, which I can only assume is soaked right through.

"I'm gonna cum," She grunts, her fingers pressing harder into my wetness.

"Me too, come with me," I say.

We rub eachother for a little while more before we both remove our hands from our cores and burst by rocking our pussies against the other.

Our hips continue to move as we ride out our orgasm.

I go limp against her chest, our breathing labored but starting to synchronize with one anothers. She tucks a red strand of hair behind my ear.

I huff, looking at her as she gazes at the ceiling. Her eyes are glossy - So much so that I fear she's going to start crying.

I sit up on her lap and cup her face in my hands, gently forcing her to meet my gaze. I then lean in and press a kiss to her forehead.

She sighs, and then I kiss her lips. "We okay?"

"We're okay." The Viper gives me a sated smile.

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After I get us cleaned up, Lizzie stays longer to watch the movie I put on for us. She also eats 3 chocolate bars and is on her third one.

By the time the movie's over I'm crying my eyes out, sniffling and trying to wipe all my tears away.

Lizzie laughs as she pops a chip in her mouth, sitting up.

"What's wrong with you? It wasn't sad at all."

I shake my head, "It was so... so sad..! They- They never got... to be... togetherrrrr," I start sobbing harder.

She groans as she rubs my back, "It's just a movie. A boring movie, actually."

"It was not boring!" I protest.

It's about two men that develop a relationship and love for eachother, but can't express it because everyone around them is homophobic and they themselves have kids and a wife.

When they finally saw eachother after so long too, the first thing they wanted to do was kiss - You could see it in their eyes.

And they never got to be together.

When I try to explain to Lizzie what makes it so sad, she doesn't even care.

She says she'd never let something like that happen.