Not a One Night Stand [boyxboy BDSM]

23. He'll be Mine

Maddox's pov:

There was no particular reason why I was so nervous. There's just the fact that I haven't been on a date since middle school. And that was back when I thought I was into girls.

How was I supposed to do this? Romance isn't my thing. Sex is my thing. Can I even do this?

I shook the thoughts from my head and walked over to the mirror where I could see myself in. Considering it was only lunch, I'd decided not to wear anything too fancy: a light blue t-shirt, some khakis, and my good old while vans. My hair was styled up to the best of my ability.

I told him I'd pick him up at 12:30, and right now it was only 11:40 or so. My parent's must've noticed the way I was acting, because now they were standing in the doorway looking at me.

"You have a... date? With that submissive boy?" My father furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"Yeah." I smiled slightly as I turned towards them.

"Wow... that's a surprise." My mom spoke up.

"Is it really that much of a surprise? Mom is your submissive and your soul mate, so why can't I have the same thing?"

"Because you're only seventeen, you can't commit to something like this. It's dangerous, for both you and him. You need to wait."

My eyebrows furrowed together at their words. At the least, I'd expected them to support me with this. "I'm not waiting. I'm in love with him."

"You don't know what love is, you're too young." My father scolded.

All my mother did was stare at me with a worried look.

"What age then? What age do I have to be to be in love? Huh? Cause last time I checked, mom started being your sex slave when she was sixteen." I snapped.

"You're right, she did. That doesn't mean we expanded the relationship until later. We figured this relationship out, and then decided to take on another. You can't balance the BDSM relationship and a normal relationship if you still haven't sustained the first one. It won't work."

"Fine, if the BDSM one doesn't work for him, then I'll give it up." I said the words without hesitation, and I wondered if I really meant it.

What if they're right? What if he leaves me?

"I just don't want my son to get his heart crushed. Because he will leave you, he's too young not to." My father was so straightforward about this that it hurt.

"Then so be it, but I need to try. I haven't felt in years, not until he came around. I need a change in my life, I can't go on like this. If he can help me feel worth it, even if it is only for a while, then it's worth it." Taking my phone off the bed and my keys off the dresser, I shoved past my parents.

I heard my mother smack talking my father and lecturing him for what he said, but she was soon shut up by him kissing her. I bet I can guess just what's about to happen, and I don't want to be here to hear it.

I got in my car and dove to Des' house.

There was a slight hesitation that I had when I was standing on his front porch. However, before I could knock on the door, his smaller figure appeared before me.

"Good afternoon, Maddy." He grinned widely up at me.

My eyes wandered downwards. He was wearing something that was surprisingly... tight on him. His white shirt was a little loose, but the maroon jeans he was wearing definitely defined his lower half. It was something I hadn't expected him to wear. He looked sexy nonetheless. "Ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." He ran his fingers through his hair and ruffled it up as much as he could. I'd always loved that lazy look on him. "So, where we headed?"

"Well, I was actually wondering if you wanted to go on a picnic?" I suggested.

He stopped in his tracks and raised an eyebrow at me. "Since when did you become a hopeless romantic?"

A blush spread across my cheeks at his words. Lately that's been happening a lot around him. "What?" I forced a small laugh. "I'm not. I'm still sex craved Maddox."

He looked at me with wonder in his eyes. "Well, I really wouldn't mind if you were a mixture of both." He then hopped in my car.

"We're going to stop at the grocery store and buy some stuff, alright?"

"Yes, sir." He joked, looking up at me and giving me a mischievous smile.

I licked my lips playfully in response. "Two can play at this game, Gollata." Then, I pulled out of his driveway and started en route to the nearest grocery store.

When we got there, he ran inside to grab the groceries. First, it was about three bags of chips, ham, cheese and a bunch of other stuff we didn't need. "Hey Maddox, did you know I can speak French?"

I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. "You can? Well, speak French to me."

When he turned away, I was slightly confused. That was, until he held a bunch of croissants in a bag up. He said, "Croissant!!" in the best French accent he could manage.

"Oh, wow, you're fluent!" I grinned widely at him. "You know what language I can speak?"

"English?"

"Well, that too, but I can speak the language of desire. But you already know that." I leaned in close to his ear and licked across his earlobe teasingly.

He shuddered and then pushed me away. "No sex for you!" He took the basket of food he was holding and skipped all the way to the cash register. I followed close behind. "You invited me, so technically that means you pay, right?"

I rolled my eyes at his words. "Yeah, yeah. You're lucky you're super cute." I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and paid.

"I'm not cute, I'm sexy." He purred the words at me. "Plus I have a nice ass so it's a double whammy."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night!" I chanted as we walked back to the car, groceries in hand.

The next step was finding a good park to go to. It took a little driving around, but there was an open space downtown.

I led him past some flowers until we were over by the lake. I plopped down and unpacked all the food we bought. Automatically, I started making him a croissant sandwich.

"Put some extra meat in there, cause you know how much I love it when you stuff my buns with your ham." He snickered at his own words.

"I thought you said no dirty talk." I grinned over at him and handed him his sandwich.

"I said no sex, but dirty talk is something I fully approve."

"Well then, its too bad we didn't get some mayonnaise. I would've covered your buns with that as well."

He had just taken a bite of his sandwich and almost choked at my words. "Okay, that's it." He crawled over to me and pressed his hands on my chest until I fell backwards into the grass. Before my mind could register, his lips were gently pressed against mine.

I'd expected him to get rough about it, but he stayed loving and gentle. And I liked it that way. My lips nipped gently at his, and we moved in sync. It felt like sparks were dancing all across my body. He seemed to feel it too, because he could barely prevent himself from smiling.

"I know I said this before, and I know it might seem strange to you, but I love you. I'm in love with you, Maddox Jacobs." He climbed on top of me so that he was straddling me and then rested his head down against my chest.

The words... they strangely wouldn't form in my mouth. For what reason, I was unsure. But something else did come out. "Destery, be my boyfriend."

I must've mumbled it, because he sat up and furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"

"I want you to be my boyfriend."