Complete Me(ManxMan)√

CHAPTER 9 : Persistence√

[ Carlos ]

His lips were so cold, cold and I loved it. The way he had held me, gripping me as though I had been his life support. It made my heart race and blood rushed to my head, both the one on my shoulders and the one between my legs.

I wanted, no, I needed more of it, more of him. So, I did the only thing I knew would make me feel better, I followed him. I called his name, asking him to wait, to talk to me, I don't think he heard me, or at least, he didn't want to hear me.

"Antonio!" I called again against my better judgement and then he stopped. We were in the woods, I never knew it would be so creepy yet so beautiful. I was panting from the long hike up, it wasn't that bad but considering my lack of actual exercise, it seemed too much. I began to doubt myself, I wondered what I was thinking, why I had done this, come here, I must have liked him more than I realised, that in its own made me feel alive. Funny how there wasn't an ounce of fear in there.

I took deep breaths as I watched him, he bowed his head before falling down onto his knees, shoulders slumped, he looked like a defeated man, a man who was at war with himself more than the world around him.

"Antonio?" I murmured questioningly. He didn't move, he was stock still, to a point I almost thought he was frozen. I approached him with caution, I knew the kiss was mind blowing but, was it strong enough for madness? I sure hope not. I stared down at him.

"Why did you follow me?" He spoke silently, his voice silky soft, I shivered.

"I wanted to make sure you were OK after...I kissed you." There was a moment of silence before he turned his head towards me, his olive green gaze fixed on my face.

"Why?" He asked, "you barely know me and yet here you are. You say you...like me but you barely know me." He said sadly, "I have spent so many years alone, why couldn't you just let me be?" He whispered the last part more to himself, after he turned his face away. I knelt beside him.

"I may not know you that well but I do care. I know that you make me feel alive and happy, when you aren't with me, I begin to miss you, that alone should tell you that I don't plan on giving up any chance I might have at winning your affection." He chuckled and sighed. We stayed silent and I reached out to touch his cheek, he tensed.

"Don't," he said softly yet forcefully, "I get you like me, that you feel all this, but right now, I need my space." I grew determined then, I touched his cold chin amd turned his face towards me.

"I told you earlier, you don't get to decide." I pulled his face towards me, his hard cold lips mashed with mine so perfectly and I moaned, wrapping my arms his neck as I shift and straddle his thighs, my heart raced as he didn't fight me, instead he pulled me closer and groaned, nibbling roughly on my top lip. I wanted so badly to reach down and squeeze his ass but I didn't want him to freak out right after. We kissed some more, this time his hand gripped my ass cheeks, squeezing lustrously. I pressed my body flush against him, I was hard and he... I pulled away and looked into his eyes, be blinked, inching forward but I pushed away.

"To think only moments ago your persistence was near unbearable, now you got what you wanted and yet you're the one pulling away." He said breathlessly. I trailed my hand down to his pants and squeezed the lacking boner. He chuckled humourlessly and pulled my hand away. "Trust me, it isn't you." The honesty in his gaze made me smile gently before placing a peek on his sweet lips.

"Go out with me." I demanded this time, he smiled softly.

"Your persistence is remarkable. "I touched his cheek.

"If I wasn't, you would slip through my fingers, not happening." I said and he laughed. "Friday, eight o'clock sharp, you better not be late at picking me up." I began to stand and he gapped up at me with a smile playing on his lips.

"What? You are asking me and I am the one who has to pick you up? That is not how it works. Besides, what are we going to even do?" He was staring up at me on his knees.

"Look, it is pretty obvious who the man between us is, alright? Besides, I don't feel like using my car," I flick my hand to the side and he gapped. "In regards to what we will do," I smirked and licked my lips, "don't you worry your handsome head, I will take care of that." I held out my hand for him to take, he hesitated for a second before grabbing firmly.

"I don't even want to go." I narrowed my eyes.

"You will be there, Antonio." I said, my finger in his face, he glared at it before looking back at me and rolling his eyes. I smiled softly as he walked passed me. I followed behind him as he lead us back to civilisation. I caught up to him and surprised him by threading our fingers together, he stopped and looked down at our hands with a small timid smile. I beamed up at him and he shook his head with a chuckle.

"Persistent bugger. "He said and I giggled at him while walking with a small skip, I was so very happy.

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We were in his house, it was the closest considering it was basically in the forest as well, I had a feeling he liked the stillness.

"You live here?" I asked pointing to the white painted double story house. He had his hands in his pockets. "Alone? Are you okay?" I turned to him, "in the head , I mean." He chuckled, his eyes flooded with amusement.

"Yes, I do. And no, I'm not mad. "He walked ahead of me, opening the door and gesturing me inside.

"You need an interior decorator, and fast." I said, glancing all around the dull and lifeless house. "Are you sure, you live here? It doesn't look like there has been much life here." He chuckled.

"Oh, you have no idea. "He touched the small of my back, leading me further into this living room. I sat down on the plush yet old couch and he sat beside me, there was silence as I looked over his profile, his head bowed as he stared at his hands." So, how does this work?" He sounded nervous and confused, his face a picture of worry and uncertainty, he was adorable. I inched closer to him.

"Now, we talk." I said with a smile, taking his hand in mine. "You said I don't know you completely, well, I'm going to start now." His brows furrowed in obvious fright.

"I do not think this is a good idea,Carlos. "He pulled his hand away and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"It doesn't matter what you think right now, Antonio." I huffed. "Now, when were you born." I saw him pale further, if it were even possible. "What? You aren't 50,are you?" I joked and he smirked.

"That would be far to young. "He joked back, amusement as well as resentment in his eyes. I touched his cheeck and smiled.

"Well, I don't care how old you are, I am still, very much interested in you." I told him honestly before softly touching his lips to mine. He sighed and pulled me onto his lap, deepening the kiss and filling me with warmth.