Immortalfox (Let's See Where This Will go) boyxboy

Chapter 7

I know it's been a little over a week since I last got a chpater uploaded, and I'm sorry for that. School is beginning to wrap up (at least it feels that way) and I've been caught up in how exciting that is. I have also been re-working the story in my head, which took a while, but I officially know the ending to this story, and it won't be anytime soon. So I hope you enjoy this as much as I have and remember to comment, comment, comment on the story! It gives me motivation to continue!

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Eddie POV:

A slobbery tongue woke me and I jolted. Chef sat beside me, her tongue running up and down my face. I laughed lightly and pulled away.

“Chef,” I protested, shoving her away. She growled low in her throat in response and jumped off the bed lazily.

I smiled after her, just happy for some reason. I didn’t really know why. It must have been a great nights sleep.

I turned to my right, expecting to see Aleks there, snoring and murmuring in his sleep, but he wasn’t there.

I panicked. Where was Aleks? Why wasn’t he in bed with me?

I jumped to my feet and ran out of the room and down the hallway, wearing nothing but my underwear.

“Aleks!” I shouted. I jumped down the stairs, looking around wildly once I reached the bottom of the stairs.

Then I saw him, wearing his striped underwear and a gray sweatshirt. He was standing over my stove with a spatula in hand.

He turned around once he heard me coming and looked at me with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah?” he asked.

I gave him a relieved look and ran up to him and hugged him, pulling him to my chest, my hands cupping the back of his head to pull him to me. He let out a muffled sound of what sounded like surprise, but he settled into the hug quickly.

I held him for a few moments, just loving the feeling of him pressed against my body, and then I released him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice fluttering.

“I just woke up to Chef kissing me and it scared me because it wasn’t you kissing me.”

Aleks laughed and punched me lightly on the arm.

“You goof,” he said.

I smiled at him radiantly and then pointed to the stove.

“What are you making?”

His expression went from happiness to sadness all in one solid second. He looked disappointed.

“Darn it,” I heard him mutter. His head lowered.

“What is it, baby?” I asked, reaching my arm out to his shoulder to comfort him.

“I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, but now I can’t,” he replied sullenly.

“What? Of course you still can! Just because I’m not in bed right now doesn’t mean I can’t be in a few minutes.”

His smile returned and he glanced up at me again. “So you wouldn’t mind heading back up there?”

“Anything for you, honey,” I crooned and touched his face lightly with my hand. As I trailed my hand down his cheek it left a trail of red. He was blushing.

“Okay. Then head on up there,” he said, swatting away my hand playfully.

“Right. But before I go, are you sure that those will taste good. ‘Cause I am not faking that I like them. You’ve cooked for me before and let’s just say you don’t have a good track record.”

He shot me a warning glance as I retreated to the stairs.

“Remember?” I continued, “It was naaaaaaa-sty!” I called, and that did it. He dropped his spatula and ran at me.

I screamed with delight. I was getting what I wanted.

“Come here, you butt!” he yelled. I was charging up the stairs and he wasn’t very far behind me at all.

Our footsteps thundered upwards on the steps and just as I reached the top Aleks grabbed my ankle and I came tumbling down.

I flipped onto my back just as Aleks hurled himself on top of me.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed, but I was cut of as Aleks’s lips planted themselves onto mine.

I melted into the kiss instantly. His lips weren’t hungry or searching this time, though, as they did regularly. This time they were sweet and gentle, and it took me a while to learn how he did it and copy him, only to give him the same satisfaction a soft kiss gave me. Our tongues never met, and neither of us begged for entrance.

No. This kiss was new. This kiss was us. This kiss was perfect.