Fifty Shades of Dove and Grenade

The Memory of Charlie Scene

I sit next to her on my bed.
"Is it true Deuce blew you?" She sadly murmurs. She looks like she could break down and cry.
"Yea, it's true." I murmur, staring into her gigantic blue eyes "But that was eight years ago."
"I'm not angry, I just wanna know what the deal is with everyone being gay in the band."
"It's just-just when we have relationship troubles or are scared about something, we look to each other for love and comfort."
"Are you gay for anyone now?" She mumbles, depressed.
"No, I love you." I hug her tightly. "I'll always love you."
She hugs me in return "I'm surprised you didn't abandon me when I told you about Allissa." She whispers lightheartedly.
"She was partly my fault. Besides, I love her so much."
"So do I, Matty." She whispers as she starts to kiss me.
She kissed me slowly at first, but her tongue must really love the taste of my mouth.
I release her for just a second.
"Why'd you do that?" She asks.
"I-I just need to tell you something."
"I'm all ears."
"I can't stop thinking about Danny and J-Dog, and I hope you don't treat us any differently now that you know our secret."
"I'd never, Matthew Bussek. I won't tell anyone about anything, and I totally get why you'd do that."
To that, I smile and kiss her harder than I ever did before. She moans as our tongues lick each other. My fingers rub her hips while my sidekick hardens against her thigh.
I dip my fingers under her shirt and unsnap her bra. Her reaction was slamming me on my back as she crawled on top of me.
She and I pulled each other's shirts off at the same time. My heartbeat could explode at any time. It's a nuclear bomb as her hand dips into my pocket. I flinch a little. She notices and stops kissing me "I'm sorry, should I stop?"
"Don't stop!" I reply rapidly.
She smiles and strokes my gentleman's sausage in response.
I lower my face and start kissing her breasts. They're softer than Charlie Scene's skin! It the most amazing sensation!
It's so amazing, I don't realize I'm naked until she removes my boxers.
She unbuttons her pants, and presses herself against me. "I love you, Kurly!" She moans happily.
"I love you, too." I murmur as my lips bite her neck, and my hands yank off her remaining clothes.
I trace the tattoos on her arms and stomach, but I mainly focus on the one she got last week. It's on her lower stomach and reads "Kurlzz". I feel honored tracing my name on her.
She traces the tattoo on my nipples at the same time. Her fingers glide across it like wings.
She touches me everywhere, as if she was worshiping my body.
And by everywhere, I mean everywhere, even in places where her fingers don't belong. Nonetheless, my heart continues to run a marathon. I let out a moan of happiness from her touching me the way she was. It reminds me of the way Charlie Scene touched me. It's almost as if he told Kate what would make me horny and moan with glee.
Suddenly, the memory of us kissing seeps into my brain. The details of the kiss sketch themselves out, and it feels as if I'm teleported to that moment once again. I really miss him. I wish he were here right now. Even though he said I killed every chance I had with him, I still love him very much.
The memory feuds with my emotions. It's an easy fight, the memory wins as I start crying from how much I miss him.
Kate notices my sniffing and tears. She quits tracing the soft hair on my lower stomach to ask "What's wrong, Matty?"
"N-nothing," I sniffle "It's just I-I miss someone in the band I used to be gay for."
"Who is he?" She asks sympathetically.
"Jordan." I answer weakly.
"You two must've had a really good thing. Is that why you were crying the night I met you?"
I nod.
"In fact, he actually told me about it. He felt really bad afterwards. He really loves you, Kurlzz."
"But, he told me I killed every chance I had with him after you and I slept together."
"He was lying. He's just really depressed about something that has to do with you."
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you, but I have a feeling that all will turn out ok."
She hugs me tightly "Come here, let me make you feel better."
I wrap my arms around her waist as my tears dry and my heart rate decreases.
That night, we fell asleep in each other's arms. She was right, it did make me feel better.