*Ollie’s POV*
“Hold Still!” I wail, as Henry tries to move to better see the T.V. We were in his room, sprawled across the bed, playing a lighthearted game of footsies well he pretended to watch T.V and I painted his nail-much to his protest.
“You do realize I’m wiping the nail polish off the second your done?” he asks.
I frown at him “But then I won’t make-out with you”
H chuckles, feet pinning mine “Yeah, we’ll see about that”
It’s been a few days since Henry and I became god knows what. Except I don’t believe in god, so I guess nobody knows what? We kissed, we mad eout, we flirted, we made-out some more, hell-we even cuddled. And I...actually had strong feelings for him?
I hadn’t asked any hard questions yet though. As in-was he gay? Bi? Bi-curious? Sexually confused? I was scared it would freak him out. I wasn’t exactly pushing him to come out either-I sort of wanted him to myself for the time being. Not to mention way to much drama.
He clicked off the football game and I gasped “I was watching that!”
He rolled his eye’s “You don’t even like football” true say.
“I like hot buff guys tackling each other” Ollie? One. Henry? Zip.
“How about hot buff guys tackling you?” he pushed me back onto the bed greedily, hovering above me.
And that evens out the score. “Your going to mess up your nails and get nail polish on your bed”
He takes the nail polish brush from my hands and screws it securely back onto the bottle. He then holds up his nails to look at them. I smile as he reads them. The left hand has a his name printed on it, a letter for each finger nail, well the other hand is the same except with my name.
He snorts “Cute” then he kisses my nose. I pout.
He takes my hands and playfully pins them above my head. He does that a lot. I think he likes the feeling of being in control. Its actually pretty hot, not that I’d ever tell him. When he kisses me, I run my tongue along his bottom lip, but don’t allow him into my mouth.
He pulls back “Are you teasing me Oliver?”
I struggle, my bound hands making it hard “MY NAME IS OLLIE!”
He chuckles and starts kissing me again. This time, his touch is to much, my muslces go weak, and I let him do what he likes, offering my body like a personal playgroudn for him. He goes staright to work, happy that I’m behaving myself again. “Ollie..” his lips tickle my ear “How far am I allowed to..?”
He giggles “Henry your funny. We’ve been together three days now? See how far I let you get” he teases.
He runs a skilled finger up my stoamch, slipping his hand under my shirt, expertly playing with my semi-hardened nipple. He rolls it sensually between his thumb and finger, and I squirm beneath him. He nibbles my neck, making my breathing come in tatters. “Jerk..” I whine.
Then his tongue swirls over my sweet spot and I moan. I freeze-embarrassed out my mind, and Henry freezes, probably horrified by such a pathetic, enticed noise. My face colors in humiliation, and my hands start to push Henry away. He doesn’t budge. After a moment he whispers “Do that again”
“Huh?” he doesn’t respond-not with words. Suddenly and eagerly his probing hands are touching me all over, his tongue and lips working on my neck with an excitement I couldn’t resist against. He grasped my hip with one hand, the other sliding around to squeze my bum. I try not to die from blood in my face.
Another moan bubbles forward, escaping my lips before I can stop it. Henry stops to listen again, then he’s kissing me and my skin is on fire, and I’m so warm.. “Henry” his name is a gasp, my throat to dry, to constricted to talk right “We need to cool down”
He kisses up my neck, his hands going limp, and meets my eye’s like a sulky kid. “Have to ruin my fun, don’t you?” he says, frustration and amusment at his own needs mingled in his voice. He smiles and kisses me on the lips “Fine then. I’m taking the nail polish off.”
“Don’t do anything drastic!”
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“What if your parents come in? Or your brothers?” I really don’t want to get in trouble for corrupting pure little Henry. We were in his bed, lights off. He assured me he just wanted to cuddle, which frankly, was adorable. His arms wrap around me as he snuggled into my warmth, spooning me.
He sighed my name tiredly. “It’s fine..” he mumbled again my neck.
I want this. This comfort, this…. Feeling.
But if my life taught me anything, it’s the ones you love most who hurt you.
~The End Of Book One~
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Not a sad chapter :S Don't worry ;) I have tons of terrors planned in Henry and Ollie's futures ;D
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