Does It Ever Get Better? (On Hold. Again. I'm Sorry)

"Waiting For The Damn Truth." - Chapter 40

Benny's p.o.v.

I walked around in the park with Michael. We have been dating for a few weeks now and I'd say it was going well. Granted, Devon still doesn't want to hang out with me. I fear I've lost my best friend. He knew I had a crush on his brother, but perhaps he figured it would pass. He did laugh it off when I told him in the first place. I held Michael's hand as we walked around. Something just proceeded to race through my mind. A tennis match in my head on whether to tell him, or not. 'Yes, tell him' was one of the opponents, 'No, don't tell him' was the other, which left me as the tennis ball with the decision.

You should tell him.

No, You shouldn't.

Be a good boy, Benny, tell him!

No, be a naughty boy, don't tell him.

Benny, the truth will set you free.

The fuck it will, don't do it.

"Benny?" Michael called, snapped me out of my trance. He stopped walking and pulled my hands slightly to stop me from walking.

"Yes?"

He pulled me close. "Would you like to go back to my place?" He asked.

"Sure..." I answered hesitantly. Michael and I walked back to his house and went to his room once we got there. I laid down, face first on his bed while he shut the door. Michael chuckled a bit from behind me before deciding to lay next to me, on his side with his elbow propping his head up, and he started rubbing my back. I sighed and turned my face to him. "I- Uh, I have to tell you something..."

Michael rolled me over so I was on my back, "Can't it wait?" He asked as he straddled my hips.

"Um, why?" I asked.

"Because I wanna have fun." Michael smirked and pulled off my shirt. His facial expression changed which confused me. "What happened?" He asked in a concerned voice.

"What? Where?" I asked quickly.

Michael ran two fingers up my side. "There is a big ass bruise." He frowned slightly.

I looked over to see it. Holy shit. "Umm.... It's nothing." My Dad really got me that time. Yikes. No wonder my left ribs have been aching.

"Benny."

I looked up at him. "Seriously, it doesn't even hurt." I told him.

"Promise?" He questioned.

"I promise." It honestly doesn't hurt, considering I semi forgot about it.

"Okay." He spoke softly. "If you're sure." Michael said then pressed his lips against mine. He pulled away and pulled his shirt off and then lowered his jeans. I smiled up at him as he reconnected the kiss. Shit... What did I need to tell him? He rubbed his right hand down my side and hip while his left hand sat next to my head, holding him up. He then broke the kiss. "I wanna hear your pretty voice..." He whispered in my ear. I looked up at him a little confused. He rubbed my thigh, then rubbed my crotch before groping me. I bit my lip hard to try and not moan. "Oh, come on, Benny." Michael smirked. "Let me hear your voice." He groped harder and pulled a bit. I bit my lip harder, but a moan slipped out. I blushed madly. "Aww, what a good boy." Michael smiled softly and kissed my chest. I hid my face behind my hands, blushing like a fucking idiot. Michael kissed up my chest and to my neck, then my jawline, and he then moved my hands and kissed my lips, soon pulling away. "God, you're so fucking hot!" He said. I bit my lip as my cheeks heated up more. "Even hotter." He commented. Michael undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. Fuck! He's so hot! Shit!