The Lost Boys (complete)

chapter eleven

You were sitting on the couch alone, when the garage door was opened. You flinched at the loud screeching noise and looked toward the incomer. He noticed you and actually smiled at you. He removed the scarf from his face and made his way to you. You made room for him on the couch and he sat down.

"You look better," he said, looking at the dark TV screen. You'd had a chance to take a shower and get cleaned up, you felt better too.

"Thanks," you said. There was a certain emptiness in his eyes now, like the night that he had killed that boy in the alley. He was staring into nothingness, until he sighed, and looked at you. He flashed a reluctant smile.

"Where were you?" you asked. He didn't answer for a while, like he didn't think you could take the answer.

"Collecting."

"Uh-huh," you mumbled as you breathed out. Collecting?

"How are you doing?" he asked and you scoffed.

"Don't act like you care," you said and he got up.

"Okay," he said and began walking toward the door.

"Wait." You stood up. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. It was obvious in his expression he was tired. He probably hadn't slept this entire time. He had dark circles around his eyes, his hair was tousled and dirty.

"Sorry," you mumbled. "I'm tired."

"You should sleep," he said, pointing at the couch. His voice was husky and it cracked when he spoke.

"I tried."

Pan stepped closer to you. He had a look of empathy on his face, you were both tired as hell. You could see his eyes wander about your body. Maybe he was drunk too?

"The reason I've been keeping you," he began. He stepped so close you could hear him breathe. His breaths were shallow and fast paced. He stroked your cheek. It sent shivers through your body. "Is not because I don't trust you."

He leaned in so close you could feel his lips graze yours. You were too tired to think straight and so, you kissed him. At first he didn't kiss you back, he just closed his eyes and parted his lips. You breathed in each other's air, just for a while before you took his face in your hands to deepen the kiss, and he kissed you back. He tasted of cigarettes and sleep deprivation, and smelled metallic, blood.

The kiss was long, he put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer, like he wanted you to become one. He bit your lower lip, and that's when he backed off.

"You shouldn't do that," he said, eyes still closed. But you pulled him in another blissful kiss. You let your fingers travel into his hair from his neck and pulled lightly. He kissed you, reluctantly.

"Don't you want me?" you asked.

"Yes." And as he took a step toward the couch, you took a step back without breaking the kiss. He began taking off his coat all while kissing you still. The jacket dropped in the floor and he moved his hands to your face. You broke the kiss to take off your shirt. He helped you get it over your head and it too hit the floor. He pulled you back to glide your lips over one another's.

"These clothes suit you," he smiled as he began unzipping your pants. You gave a small laugh in between kisses. You put your hands deeper in his hair as he kneeled down to removed your pants gently. You gasped soundlessly as he planted a kiss on your thigh, trailing them higher up your inner thigh. He sat you down, taking off his shirt, revealing a lean body. He leaned over you, giving you a soft kiss dangerously close to your lips. You bit your lip.

"Then why are you keeping me?"

He didn't say anything, only sat next to you so you could climb on top. He laid his back against the couch as you leaned over him, setting each leg on either side of his waist. You were nervous, and it showed. Your hands trembled as you ran them through his hair.

"Is this your first time?" he asked, pulling back from the kiss, still remaining close.

"Yeah/No, I'm just nervous," you said with a forced smile.

He moved his hands to your waist, as you unbuckled his belt and dropped it on the floor beside the couch. What am I doing? Despite your thoughts, you pulled his pants down, and he kicked them off. You kissed him ever passionately and slipped off your underwear.