Tattoos

Does It Ever Bother You?

I woke up to Luke's soft breathing on the back of my neck.

I didn't think about it too much, as we cuddled alot. It was actually really satisfying. It filled the void for a few short hours.

It was really scary, because your emotions lay in the hands of someone you've never met. Or, at least, in our case. One night, Luke came to me with tears in his eyes, saying that he was scared.

Scared he would never find his partner. This sent me into a frenzy, of sorts. It was then that it really hit me how hard it would be to find my love. If I ever found them, that is.

Some people never find their soulmates. It's not uncommon, and it's terrifying. The most important in your life may never be located. They could be anywhere. I actually knew a man who died having never met his lover. He died never knowing romantic love.

People never want to admit it, but you need someone to love and be loved by.

Not like a parent or friend, someone to hold, and kiss. Someone to call you out for being a dumbass, and to lay with you at night, pressing kisses to your chest.

There's also the possibility your soulmate could get in an accident prior to meeting you, severing the possibility of meeting.

I felt a tug at my chest at the thought of never meeting them. I imagine someone smaller than me. They would be energetic, sarcastic, and loving. They would accept me, and all the things I do.

It's strange to have an emotional connection to someone you've never met.

Another thing I wonder about is if they think of me. Do they wonder where I am, or just go with the flow, in hopes that we just stumble upon each other? They may just not be very out-going, and are simply waiting for me to find them.

One thing I know for sure is they will be the little spoon. I want to be the one to comfort them, and make them feel safe and loved.

It's now that it hits me that I am the little spoon. It's not helping my unease when Luke tightens his arms and let's out a quick breath.

I don't like being the little spoon. It makes me feel weak, and small. I don't like that. I also feel restrained. Why I have these feelings from simply cuddling, I don't know. But what I do know is this noodle armed breadstick better get his god damn arms off of me.

I ninja roll off of the sofa, and away from Luke's grip. He remains still, being the heavy sleeper he is. I look at him for a minute, my eyes raking over his lightly tanned skin, taking in the familiar sound of his short breaths. I raise a single finger to my mouth, licking it, ensuring it was completely moist. I then proceeded to bend down, dipping my finger in his ear. I pulled my finger out, and Luke stirred.

I bend down a tad further, and blow directly into his ear. His eyes shoot open, blue irises crowded with sleep. We make eye contact and his mouth falls open.

"Did you- did you give me a wet willie? While I was sleeping?" He gasped. I laughed, nodding. He went to yell at me but was interrupted by a phone ringing.

It was my phone, and I recognized the ringtone to be the one specifically for Calum. Partition, to be exact. I answered the phone and pulled it to my ear.

"Hey Cal. What's up?" I spoke into the phone. I didn't hear anything for point three seconds, when suddenly a loud, broken moan ripped through the speaker. Followed by a scream.

"Mm daddy, s' good. So, so good daddy. Please, give me more." Calum moaned. My eyes widened. I put my phone on speaker, hoping to answer Luke's confused eyes.

"Uh- Oh god. Yeah, Princess. You like that, you like daddy's big thick cock filling you? Like when daddy-" I immediately hung up, a horrified expression painted onto my face.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. What?

I am so, so done. I just- I am a little horrified, but it was kinda hot.

Shit.

"Dude! Why are you hard? That was fucking weird!" Luke gasped. I rolled my eyes. Luke likes really vanilla sex. I asked what his kinks were out of curiosity and he looked like I had just asked him to kill his first born child.

"You mean like spanking and that 'Daddy' shit? It's fucking weird." He had said.

I happened to have a number of kinks. Daddy and dirty talk, for example.

I quickly exit the room and take a cold shower, thankfully ridding myself of my hard on. I looked at the clock on the wall outside of the bathroom. Nine o'clock PM.

When I advanced into the living room, I saw Luke on his phone. From what I gathered he was ordering pizza. He hangs up the phone and flops down on the sofa.

I walk over and sit next to him. Luke looks up at me, and I return his stare. We remain like this for around five or so minutes, just staring into each others eyes. That is, until Luke breaks the silence by asking what I wanted from him.

"Does it ever bother you?" I asked. He responded with a confused expression. I almost rolled my eyes at his ignorance, but realized Luke tries not to dwell on this, like I do.
"We may not ever meet our true love." I whispered.

"Yes, Mikey. I think about it sometimes. But I like not worrying about it. Things will fall into place. Nothing will go wrong. They're out there somewhere, and Im sure we will find them. Don't worry, Michael." He replied, tone soft.

Luke's words mean a hell of a lot, and I just hope he's right.

IM HELLA SORRY TO THE FIVE OR SO PEOPLE WHO HAVE THIS IN THEIR LIBRARY AND ACTUALLY READ IT AND WANT MORE OF IT.

seriously I am I love you guys don't hurt me.

SOMETHING BIG IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN, ANY GUESSES?

and also, on the 4th of July I will be releasing a new story, which I already have parts of written so there will be less of an issue with updating.

-sexualisingclifford

btw, I just really wanted to update so a) this isn't as long and b) it's unedited