Douleur (boyxboy)

Chapter 9

Arms are now wrapped around me; I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that I'm still sleeping on Nathan's chest. Then what happened last night: the girl—Mary, I scolded Nathan for not being honest to my brother then I cried and he kissed me and he cried and told me that it's only me he wanted to see him cry and then this, I slept with my head on his chest.

He is really handsome up close, I just noticed that he has long eye lashes, his hair is messed up, his eyes shut close, I can feel his breathing pattern and every now and then his eyebrows would crease, his lips is slightly parted, the lips that kissed me last night.

I tried to move away from him but I ended up on top of him, he groaned but didn't wake up. Thank God. My face is much closer to his now, I can feel his breath, my nose is just inches away from his, his head is in between my arms which is trying to hold my weight so that I won't fall to him. His hands shifted and hugged me; his right hand is now on top of my ass.

His right hand is now moving like it's searching for something, my body moved a bit and his eyebrows creased again. He slowly opened his eyes and I looked away.

"Good morning" He greeted and I smiled at him, "Why are you on top of me?" He asked, I was about to answer but he said, "It's still early in the morning, but if you really want to then it's fine"

My cheeks heated when he said it, early in the morning my ass. I don't want to do it. I'm on top of him earlier but now he is on top of me, his forehead rested on mine, his eyes closed.

"Where is my good morning Alexander?" He asked, I tilted my head to my left and his nose is now grazing against my neck, "Don't you want to greet me? I'll make you" His tone challenging.

"No, no, good morning" I quickly said, "there, are you happy now?"

"Not quite yet" He said. What the heck does he want?

"Why? What do you want?" I asked him. His face moved away from mine and he stared at my eyes. I feel intimidated so I looked away; it's hard to stare at a dominant person.

"You" He whispered. Heat rushed again and filled my cheeks with color, "look at me Alexander"

I looked at him and tried not to look away. His lips graze against mine and I jerked. A smirk formed on his face. He began to kiss me, his kiss wanting and hungry, his hands pinned my arms upward. He began to grind on me and moans would tend to escape from my mouth but he would stop it by kissing me harder.

"Nathan... stop... please" he grinded again and I moaned, my arms escaped his grip and I started to squirm away from him. I sat on the edge of my bed, my face buried on my face. I can feel the sweat trickling down on my body. My heart started to beat slowly,

"You don't like it, do you?" He asked. There is disappointment in his voice that made me feel guilty. I turned to face him.

"Look, it's not that I don't like it, or I like it. But..." I can't bring myself to say it, his brow raised; I sighed and looked at the bed, "you're the first one to kiss me" there I said it.

"And?" He asked. I looked at him and knew what he means.

"And the only one who does those things to me, there are you happy now?" I said. He didn't answer me yet; he went to me and kissed me passionately. He pulled away and cupped my cheeks.

"The pleasure's all mine Alexander. Now, where were we?"

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