On the Brightside

Chappie 3

 I woke up in my bedroom, confused and achy. My head felt about ready to burst, so I ran into the bathroom, knowing what was coming. It happened fast, so I didn't have to sit there for 20 minutes like when I left Alexander. I cautiously stood up and walked to the mirror. I opened it and grabbed some Advil. I threw them in my mouth and swallowed. About 2 seconds later, Aaron shuffled in, grabbing an Advil also.

"I may not have drank as much as you, but my head is still pounding." he said.

"Do you know who carried me back?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Well can you tell me?"

"Yeah, it was me."

I stood there, not believing my ears.

"You carried me back? You?"

"Yes. I may not be the nicest guy in the world, but I'm nice enough to help a friend." he smiled. It was such a beautiful smile.

I stepped back a little, but Aaron closed in. I could feel his breath against my cheek, warm and rapid. He lightly touched my cheek and then moved his hand to the back of my neck. We stood where we were for a few seconds, breathing each other in. Aaron lowered his head and was inches away from my lips. He gave me a couple quick pecks, not much. Then it turned into slow, passionate kissing, and finally full on making out. He glided his tongue against my lips, asking for entry. I willingly let him in. His tongue moved into my mouth and mine into his and we kissed like that for a couple minutes. Then, he pushed me onto the counter and sat me up there. I grasped him with my legs, and he carried me into my bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and got on top of me. He pulled off his shirt and I felt his amazingly fit abs. They were tan and strong and just beautiful. We kissed again and his hands moved up to my shirt. His fingers moved quick, and a minute later I was completely undressed.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, heartily.

"Absolutely" I replied, seductively.

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Two hours later, there was a knock on the door. Aaron and I were laying in bed, snuggling. I stayed where I was, so Aaron got up, threw on a shirt and shorts, and walked to the door. He answered it and I could hear muffled talking. When he came back, I pretended I was still asleep, so he took off his clothes and quietly slipped in next to me. I shuffled beside him, and turned to face him.

"Hi."

"Hey"

"Who was that at the door?" I asked.

"Just Jake. He was wondering if you got home and if you were ready for more time together." he said. His face saddened.

"Don't worry. I don't want to hang out with him. I'd rather stay here, with you." I comforted.

He then brightened up, smiled that beautiful smile of his, and kissed me. This was a perfect morning. I couldn't wait for more.