Everything Is Blue

Cold

It's been roughly a week since you met John and already you're addicted, obsessed, and probably soon to be clingy.

He's been meeting up with you everyday after school for the past week and it's now Saturday. You got fuck-all sleep last night and it's not because of the loud ass tango that usually emits from the other room, non of that shit went on last night, nope. The reason? You're going over to John's today.

You can hear your inner fangirl squealing.

You're nervous and excited all at the same time and it's making you feel sick as hell.

At the moment you're sitting in your desk chair, scrolling through tumblr with your headphones blasting the new Halsey album you got earlier that week. You've really taken a liking to Colors, so much so that you've begun playing with it, remixing it with a few cuts of your favourite songs spread through it. You'll have to ask John what songs he likes when you see him later...

An hour passes and the moment you're peacefully washing yourself in the shower you get a knock on the bathroom door. "Dave! Your boy-toy's here!" Bro yells, his voice muffled some.

Boy-to-? "You mean John?!" The soup slips from between ur hand and shoulder. "Shi-!" You hurriedly rinse off, grab a towel and run to your room only to be greeted by the centre of your world.

"Sh-y-Jn-out." You blush and stutter out.

John just nods furiously and runs out with a hot blush covering his entire face.

It takes you roughly 10 minutes to get your clothes on and another 15 to gather up everything that had somehow hidden itself from you within the last 3 hours after packing it. You fast-walk out of your room and out to John, who is seemingly socialising with bro....no.

"Hey!" You call as you approach the tw-three... Jakes here...

You switch your gaze over to your bro who is also looking at you. Yes, yes he has his shades on, but what do you expect after living with him your whOLE LIFE. You just know these things, man.

You lean down and kiss John's cheek, telling him you're ready without breaking eye-contact with bro.

You know exactly what he and Jake are planning on doing tonight while you're away and the thought just gives you to most uncomfortable, horrible goose-bumps you'll get.

John hops up off the couch and makes his way around to you while you and Bro continue staring at each other. The eye-contact stays connected until both you and John are at the door, and the moment you're closing it is when you grin and mouth a single sentence. 4 simple words.

"I hid the lube."

The last things you hear from your apartment is a fist hitting a table and a weird British yelp, which rewarded you with a devious grin.

"What was that??" John asks with a chuckle.

"Never mind your innocent, little brain." You answer playfully and swing an arm over your soulmates shoulder.

The walk to John's was uneventful, and after a good 30 minutes passed you were finally at his house, accompanied with a polite greeting from his dad. After all the formalities, you follow John up to his room.

"Welcome to the bat cave." John joked as he opened his door.

"Sure thing, Bruce." You replied jokingly as you stepped into his room.

You took a good look at the place, it was washed with different shades of blue and touches of green here and there. His bed was fitted into one corner of his room with light ghost sheets spread over it, his desk was in the opposite corner with a dvd/cd rack standing next to it surround by misc. objects scattered around it. Against the far wall of his room, was a relatively high tv cabinet with his box tv sitting on it obviously, and a wizard-y looking chest thing under it. Probably stuffed with his weird pranking gadgets...

You strode over to the -your dorks bed and sat yourself dead centre, leaving barely any space for him to sit with you.

"Daaave." John whines, standing over you.

"Jooohn." You mimic back.

"Move."

"No."

"Rude."

"You said to make myself at home on the way here, didn't you?"

"N-yeah...but still!" You chuckle as he struggles to think of something to say.

You stare up at him for a small while longer before reaching out and grabbing his hand, swiftly pulling him onto you which rewards you with a light blush.

"Cutie." You tease.

"Shut up!" He glares back. "This isn't what I meant, Dave."

"What do you mean? You're on the bed, aren't you?"

"No, I'm on you."

"Which is just as good."

He glares down at you hard, which doesn't really bother you when he's sitting on your waist like this and this view is jusT TOO MUCH JESUS PRINGle. The urge to rest your hands on his hips rises so you tuck them behind your head comfortably, smirking up at the dweeb above you.

"Comfortable ,Egbabe?" You coo playfully.

His expression is puzzled for a minute before he realises and rolls off.

And I kid you not.

The dweeb literally just fucking stop, drop and rolled right off to the edge of the bed, curled up and facing away from you. God damn he's adorable when he pouts.

You roll to your side with a small grunt and wrap your arms around the other, spinning them to face you. He immediately bear hugs you tightly- which you were not expecting- and buries his face into your neck with a quiet whine.

You let out a low chuckle in response and hug him back. "John..." You whisper. "You're acting cute again."

"Don' care." He mumbles into your neck.

"That's not what you said the last time I called you cute..." You whisper again.

No response.

"And adorable..."

...

"And perfect in every way imag-" Your teasing is cut off by tightened hug and lips crashing on yours lazily.

You smirk and kiss him lightly, mumbling sweet little compliments into his lips as he whines and groans in objection. Though he isn't denying you much longer as you roll him over so you're above him, keeping the kiss going and getting a small yelp from the other.

You begin to deepen the kiss a little and slide your hands down his sides lightly, getting a small shiver in response and yet another tiny objective noise. You reach the bottom of his now messy, light green turtle neck and slip your hands up under the thin fabric, cold hands meeting warm skin.

He lets out a quiet squeak into the kiss when your cold hands meet his bare sides, whimpering out a small "cold.."

You part from his lips and trail small kisses from his cheek down to his neck, ready to Vincent Van Gogh his neck and chest and everywhere you can get to.

You continue kissing a nibbling at his neck, enjoying the little sounds that emit from your boyfriend. As you do this, you slowly slide his shirt up to his chest and let your hands roam around his now bare torso. You suddenly feel his hips buck after you seeming nibble on a sweet-spot, and that's when you grin like the sadistic fuck you know you are.

Heeeeyyyyyyyyy like I said I suck at updates buT WHATEVER I DID IT AND NOW I CAN GET STARTED ON THE NEXT CHAPTER COZ IM ON A ROLL.