Demons x Malum

twenty two •

tuesday, february 24, 2015

already chapter twenty two •
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I never knew someone so insignificant to others, could mean so much to you, or vise versa. how the boy with his fingers laced in mine could mean the absolute world to me, but mean so little to the teacher that just passed us by.

I never knew that someone's feelings could grow so immense in such a short amount of times. a month ago, pursuing michael's affection was a dream – a fraction of my wishful imagination. but now the younger boy and I are practically inseparable; driving each other to school each day, eating lunch together, and sometimes face timing each other when we can't be together. how just two weeks ago was our first date, and now we seem to be going on our third one.

"I'm picking you up at six tonight." michael hops into the passenger seat, a look of surprise being thrown his way.

"oh yeah?" I laugh, questioning his motives as to why the sudden need to be more manly.

"yeah, you've taken me on dates, I only feel obligated to take you on a few." he explains, plugging his phone into the aux cord.

"you don't have to do anything for me, except be yourself."

"and give you blow jobs when your horny." my mouth falls agape at the idea, all week I've been able to suppress the idea of michael and I being together, and now that he brings it acting as though the statement doesn't excite me the tiniest bit; makes life extremely difficult to handle.

"your the best, you know that?" I bring his hand to my lips, placing a butterfly kiss to the porcelain skin there.

"I know," he cheekily smiles, a blush forming over his cheeks. "but back to our date. I'm picking you up at six, and dress nice."

"why the sudden need to feel manly in our relationship?" I question, pulling into his driveway.

"I figured since I'll only ever be riding your dick, that the only way to feel superior is at the dinner table." he shrugs nonchalantly, kissing my rosy cheek lightly, and hopping out my car with a small wave.

and id be lying if I said I didn't drive home with the image of submissive michael laid flat out on the dinner table, while I rocked into him relentlessly.

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michael and I have never full discussed what we are. clearly we're happy dating and being known as the un-official couple at school, but I could see that every time I said the simple words babe, I have a question, he'd perk up just to be let down when the question was usually something stupid. I never brought up the idea of actually becoming official because I didn't care, michael and I openly talked through our feelings; he has my heart, as well as I have his, and that's all I needed to hear to be content with our relationship. michael, on the other hand, is an open book and the idea clearly bothers the boy to no extent.

"is that you calum?" my dad calls out happily, peaking from around the kitchen corner were my mom's laughing ceases. i grin, falling in love with idea that even after twenty years of marriage, the couple is still hopelessly in love.

"tis your long lost son." i chuckle, stepping forward and giving my old man a tight squeeze. seems like i haven't seen the pair in a long time considering all of their very spontaneous trips lately.