Caught in Spider's Web (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 4

A/N: I'm really sorry that I haven't updated this story like for ever. But it's just that I have another story to update, and it's my first priority to finish that story. So please bear with me guys if I'm a little bit slow in updating this story >_<

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Blaine's POV

"What are you doing?" I screech from the top of my lungs when I get out of my bathroom to see Anders lying on my bed. He has taken of his shoes, socks, and tie, and the two buttons of his shirt are undone. I guess someone has already made himself comfortable while I was being chewed off by Rosie on the phone.

"What? I'm only lying on your bed," he gives me an innocent smile. It doesn't fool me though. I know that behind that smile, that man hides his horrible true color behind his composed mask.

"Well, this is not a motel! Get up now! I worked my ass off making my bed this morning!"

I hit his arms and try my best to push him off my bed. The fool only laughs huskily as I struggle to protect my bed from his gigantic frame. I really don't see it coming when he suddenly sneaks his arms around my torso and pulls me into the bed until somehow I end up lie underneath him.

"Get off, you jerk! You're crushing me! You weigh like a ton!" I try to push his chest, but when it doesn't work, I pinch his arm as hard as I can. The jerk doesn't even flinch.

"My poor little mate, you should start getting used of being underneath me. You'll be there for many times in the future," he smiles wolfishly while I fidget nervously, feeling so conscious of our intimate position right now.

"Stop saying perverted things like that!"

"If I stop saying perverted things, can I start doing perverted things instead to you?"

I feel like hitting my own head with frying pan when he answers me with that corny response. Can this guy get any worse?

"Just for your information, I won't be underneath you in the future!" I hiss at him angrily, hitting his chest one more time just to get my point across.

"What? You prefer being on your hands and knees?" he asks with a mock surprise, "I won't mind, to be honest. But I'm a traditional kind of man, and I like seeing my lover's face and expression while I pound them into oblivion."

No words can describe how red my face as he casually blurts out those words. God, what was I thinking when I accepted his challenge to be his mate for a month? Now I have to spend my time with his obnoxious self for thirty days. I've done a terrible mistake.

"Jesus, you need God," I mumble, "now get off me or I'll start singing another Beyonce's song right into your ear."

I should be offended of how fast he scrambles away after I threaten him. Rolling my eyes at his fear of hearing my voice, I'm about to get up and get out of the bed when Anders once again catches me off my guard. His hands pull me close and position my body so that now he's spooning me. My back is plastered with his front. I can feel his breath on my neck while his arm wraps around my waist and his other hand is splayed on my chest.

"For God's sake, Anders! Stop constricting me like a boa!" I try to kick his legs in my pitiful attempt to escape from his embrace, yet it only makes his legs tangle with mine, making our bodies even closer.

"Sshh, love. In the next 30 days, I will do this kind of thing a lot, and as my mate, you'll have to let me have my way. Besides, you smell so good that I can't keep myself from smelling you. It's addicting." The creep buries his head on my neck as if to prove his point.