Douleur (boyxboy)

Chapter 10

I groaned and stretched my hands; I noticed that there is a pillow that I'm hugging. A blanket is covering my body. Why do I feel so tired? I yawned. Everything came back to me, the bathroom, his lips kissing mine, his mouth ravishing my neck, and him inside me.

I sat on the edge of the bed and I stood up but my legs and ass is in pain. I groaned painfully but I still tried to walk. I used the wall to support me and I struggled to reach the door. I yawned again and I took a step forward but my lower body is wobbling. Every time I take a step forward my ass and feet would ache.

"I never expected you to be struggling like that" He went to me, "Let me help you" He scooped my body and I hang my arms around his neck.

Even though it was done I can still feel the thrusting and it is so weird. My body heated and my heart pumped fast.

"What's the problem?" he asked and I shook my head.

He set me on a wooden chair and as soon as I sat down I cried in pain. I never expected it to hurt like this and it hurts like fuck.

"You'll be ok, I had a great time. It hurts but you liked it" He teased. Hell yeah it hurts, but he might be just right that I liked it.

"Let's do it again" I teased him, his face turned into a grin, and I laughed, "I was just joking, as if I'd let you do it again"

"I don't need your permission Alexander, I can make you do anything" He said. I shook my head and crossed my arms.

"How did I get dressed?" I asked him.

"I took your boxers from your bag and a sleeveless shirt and fit you in it" He licked his lips, "You won't wear shorts in here, just boxers and you'll wear sleeveless shirts like I do"

What? No shorts just boxers? I guess I'll live with that but sleeveless? I can't and I won't wear sleeveless again after this time. I look disgusting in sleeveless, I'm not like Nathan who has a muscular body, I don't have muscles and that is why I look disgusting.

"But Nathan, I don't look good in sleeveless I look disgusting and I'm not a boy with muscles like you. You look good in sleeveless but I'm not" I pouted at him. He smiled and ran his thumb on my cheek

"Ok, ok. You win, you'll wear shirt but you'll wear boxers. Deal? Deal." He said without me arguing or agreeing anymore. But I'm fine with boxers.

He still has bed hair; they say bed is sex hair, that's why they say. Well, let me rephrase it, he still has sex hair. Blame me, but he looks sexy.

"I heard that, "he looks sexy" you murmured it. Stop saying that or else you'll find me inside you" He threatened but I didn't flinch.

Why do I say things like those? My brother is already gone and this is the first thing I did. I gulped. I'm not a virgin anymore, and I was fucked by a person called Nathan. I always lose myself when he starts to"pleasure" me, that is what he said. I can't quite explain why but it's like I'm in a trance when he starts to make out with me and touch me.

Lately I get embarrassed easily when Nathan is around, my cheeks would blush if he would say something or even wink at me. I find him sexy, handsome, adorable—when he sleeps, hot—wait is hot and sexy the same? I wonder. He only does hugs with Patrick, I didn't saw him kiss Patrick, but I'm not with them all the time so I can't say that.

But knowing Patrick he wouldn't let him do that, he has a fiancée and he is too tired when he gets home, he may not say it but I can feel and see it. I cried for Nathan, because he lost my brother for good. It was just plain sympathy, but he said that he wouldn't let anyone see him cry unless it's me. Does that mean I'm special to him? As if.