The Last Time

Chapter Eleven

Carlson deepens the kiss and pulls my waist into his. My face deepens in color but I continue to kiss him, keeping the kiss as gentle as I can. He tastes sweet, not overpoweringly so, just probably from his drink. I taste minty so I'm not sure how well I taste on his end.

After a few moments I pull back from the kiss to catch a breath. I open my eyes, looking down at Carlson. Carlson opens his eyes, looking back up at me, his face reddened as well. I don't say anything, moving my arms from around his neck and sitting up. Carlon watches me, not saying anything at all.

I unzip my sweatshirt and slide it off, setting it on the other side of the couch. The scars up and down both my arms are visible. I turn to Carlson, then I remembered that he doesn't want me to cut myself. "Oh fuck Carlson, I'm so sorry that I've been-" I start before he leans in and kisses me momentarily before leaning back.

"Shhh," he whispers to me with a gentle smile. "Right now isn't the time," he says to me comfortingly. I look away from him, my face flurished. "Doesn't it look stupid or turn you off or something like that?" I ask him, looking back at hin.

Carlson shakes his head. "No," he tells me. He pauses for a moment before continuing his thought. "It worries me, yeah, but it doesn't 'turn me off' or 'make you look stupid'," he says. "Whether or not you have scars or not that isn't whats going to dictate if I want to kiss or make out with you, or generally like you as a person. I would do all of above regardless," he finishes with a gentle smile. I stay silent for a second. "... you sure?" I ask him, looking up into his eyes.

"Positive," he tells me, moving his hands so they're back around my waist. I look down and over at his flannel. "Can I take it off?" I ask him, holding the hem on the flannel so he knows what I'm refrencing. He nods, sitting up a bit more then moving his hands from my waist. I slide his flannel off of him then I toss it by where my sweatshirt is. I look down at him and take it in. He's wearing what he was earlier, a white tank top and his black faded cargo pants. He still has his shoes on, which unlike earlier is now a pair of Dr Martens.

"Shoes off too?" I ask him, tilting my head to the side. I'm sure its an odd request, but I feel like shoes make it seem more 'casual' or 'out in public' rather than like 'romantic' or 'just me and them alone'. Carlson nods, gently picking me up and setting me right next to him, then he unlaces his boots and sets them on the ground. He has a pair of black socks underneath. I slide my sandals off, where I'm wearing a pair of white socks underneath.

He turns to the table then over at the milkshake and McFlurry. "I'm going to go put them in the freezer real quickly," he tells me once he realizes that I followed his gaze. He stands up and walks over to the table, grabbing the two things and walking to the other side of the room and opening the freezer with his foot. He sets down the Mcflurry and milkshake into the freezer and closes it up, walking back over to me.

I look back up at him as he sits down. He places his hands gently on my waist and looks down at my lips then back up into my eyes, smiling at the end. I grin, leaning in and kissing him first this time. I close my eyes, letting Carlson control this kiss.

Carlson leans forward, with his hands still gently set on my waist, pulling me down so my backs against the couch. I move my arms so they're around his neck again, leaving them right there. Carlson adjusts his position so that he's lying right on top of me, his legs on either side of mine. My face heats up but I let him stay there.

He deepens the kiss, biting my bottom lip gently. I open my mouth slightly, giving him enough room for an enterance. He gently slides his tongue into my mouth and interlock me and his together, pulling on mine gently. I moan, my back curling up just slightly.

Carlson smirks behind the kiss, moving his right hand down my side and leaving it on my waist. My face deepens in color as I lean back from the kiss for a moment, with our tongues still interlocked, then I lean back into the kiss once again. Carlson takes a breath when we parted but he kissed me back once again when I leaned back in.

Carlson picks up the pace of the kiss as he grinds his hips against mine in a teasing way. My face color doesn't redden until I remembered what he almost grinded against me. My face reddens.

I pull back from the kiss moments later, looking up at Carlson with a grin. Carlson opens his eyes and looks down at me, tilting his head slightly but stays quiet.

"Can I be on top for a bit?" I ask him teasingly, pulling on his tank tops hem. Carlson nods, holding me close to him and standing up, then lying down on the couch so his back is against the couch and I'm on top of him.

I sit up with both of my legs on the sides and so that I'm sitting on top of his lap. I lean over and I slide his tank top off, with his slight six pack showing. I throw his tank top over to where the rest of his clothes are.I lean down so I'm on top of him. Carlson looks up at me, flustered but he stays quiet once again. I lean my head to the side of his neck and to the top area by the back of his ears and I start to gently kiss him there.

Carlson relaxes his body and sets his hands on my hips, leaving them there. I start to kiss down Carlson's neck slowly, keeping it at a pace where my warm breath lingers on his skin after each kiss. After a few kisses down I suck on his neck, pulling gently a few times before moving my mouth away from his neck.

The spot I sucked turns into a deep red and slowly fades into a purplish red bruise. I look up at Carlson, noticing that his eyes are closed, his face is red, and he's biting his bottom lip slightly. I laugh gently. "You good, Arson?" I ask him in a teasing voice.

"As good as ever," he mutters, his voice slurred. He adjusts his position slightly, although his eyes are still closed and his face is still heated up. "Give me more..." he whispers, moving his head up and to the side. I lean back down, giving a gentle kiss to the hickey I left then I start to kiss downwards, in the same way I did previously.

I change the pattern and instead I do one kiss, then a hickey, then the cycle continues. I make it all the way down the right side of his neck until I reach the top of his collarbone. I take a quick pause, then I start to do the cycle on his neck, but a bit rougher. I plant one kiss and then I follow it with a hickey, sucking the skin on his collarbone and pulling it slightly.

Carlson's breath speeds up and he groans, moving his hands from my hips to on the couch, gripping the sheet. I continue kissing down his collarbone with his breath speeding up until he started to pant gently.

I do the same process from his the back of his ear and all the way to his collarbone before I start to gently kiss my way, without hickeys, up until its behind his ear, this time left, once again. I kiss the back of his ear gently, not moving my mouth away.

He smells like the cologne he always wears, it isn't too strong and it doesn't give me a headache. It smells good, actually, and attracts me closer to him. I continue to kiss behind his ear, setting my right hand on his chest and my left one one the bed.

Carlson brings his arms to they're around my back as he pulls me closer to him. I smile brightly, then I move my mouth so its right next to his ear. "Wanna explore me more?" I ask him in a flirty tone, my voice hot inside Carlson's ear.