So Keep In Happiness And Torture Me

Let's Not Wait, Let's Love Right Now

First of all I'm sorry for not updating this in a while.  I'm a bad person.  Secondly, I'm ending it here because I'm not 'feeling' this story anymore so I wouldn't want it to becoming really lifeless and shit, like this chapter, which is the third and last thing I want to apologise for.

"I thought the way I felt was completely one-sided," I told him breathlessly.

"No way.  To be honest, I've always had a thing for you, but I tried to push it away."

"I don't know whether to be happy or sad about that."

"Why would you be sad about it?"

"So much time wasted not being with you and feeling sad."

"Don't say it like that.  You have me now."  His eyes were so big, so brown, so beautiful.

"I can't get used to that," I smiled sheepishly.

"I'll use my best techniques to persuade you."

"Good luck", I laughed, thumbs fiddling with my pockets in a mindless fashion.  Noticing, Vic smiled and took my hands from my sides to entwine them with his.

"Don't be nervous Kellin, there's nothing to worry about anymore," he told me surely, quickly adding; "that is, if you do want this to happen like I do."

"Vic don't even say that, you have no idea of the grief you've caused me all this time."  Why I was choosing to be angry at him now he'd given himself to me was unknown even to me, but it was there all the same.  I only prayed that he wouldn't walk away or be mad at me.  I'd be devastated.  To my surprise, he just grabbed my head softly yet firmly with both his hands and pulled it forward so that his lips met mine.  And although it hadn't been what I'd wanted him to do, it turned out to be just what I needed.  My fingertips traced his back as my tongue fought to reach further and further inside of his mouth and my body tried to get ever and ever closer to his.  I pulled away for a second and we both looked at each other and laughed, which was somehow a confirmation to take things one step further.  This time as I unbuttoned Vic's jeans it felt less urgent and pressured, more natural and at ease.  As I took his shirt and pulled it over his head, I had the luxury of being able to take my time and I could sense that he was realising the same thing.  Our hands, our mouths and our noses explored every crack and crevice in each others bodies blissfully and in that moment my mind forgot that anything or anyone existed but him.  We were bone naked, alone and I suddenly realised we'd unwittingly made it onto the bed.  Vic strong arms pulled me on top of him and as we finally became one out of my lips spilled everything that had been building up inside of my head for years between the gasps, the breaths and the screams.  I loved Vic.  I had Vic.  Vic made me feel more incredible than I'd ever felt before.  My wildest fantasies were being acted out before my very eyes and I was playing a part in them.  We carried on until I forgot how to move my limbs and eventually I collapsed beside him on the bed; he wrapped his arm around me as I snuggled closer.

"Oh my god," I whispered with a hint of a smile that he reflected.  

"This is paradise," we said in chorus.