For the rest of our few hours there, we simply just talked. It was as if we were the last two people on the earth. Jesus could have come back two hours ago and I wouldn't have noticed. Okay, that was a bit of a lie. I don't think it's possible to NOT notice that. Considering what the bible says about the second coming.
But for what it's worth, I was quite pre-occupied with the beautiful boy sitting beside me. He had so much hurt and sorrow in him, and I was quick to judge. He looks over at me and smiles. "What're you looking at, Net?", he laughs softly.
"Just nothing, thinking, mostly", I reply, sighing softly before looking forward. We were sitting back in the seats we were sitting in before we started dancing. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. I look over to see his eyes staring into me and his eyes go to mine and he smiles. He leans over and presses his lips to mine in a soft and gentle kiss.
But the softness and gentleness ends fairly quickly when I feel his tongue trace my bottom lip. I knew what he was doing so I played a long and forced myself to keep my mouth shut. He whines softly and bites my lip, then slides his hand down to the crotch of my jeans. I gasp and he slides his warm tongue into my mouth. I give up and let him take control of the kiss. His tongue rubs against mine and we continue to deeply makeout for a few more minutes.Then everything seems to stop and speed up when his cold hands go up my shirt. I moan and he continues to take it far. He gently shoves me onto the ground and he climbs on top of me. He kisses me again and he takes my breath away. He slides his hands down and undoes his pants and then mine. It continues to go on. Both of us stripped naked on the ashes of his past.
Then he takes me.
After our intense and passionate first time, I seem to just lay there. The peace seems to disapear when the two of us hear a noise. He jumps up and gathers his clothes and starts pulling them on. "Line, calm down. What's up?", I stand up and he throws me my clothes.I look down at them in my hands then look back up at him. "Hurry, put them on!", He whispers harshly. I nod and put them on. I wasn't sure what was going on, but the tone of his voice dropped my stomach.
He looks around before grabbing my arm and leads me to the car. He doesn't open the door for me and basically flashes to his side. He gets in and I get in slowly. We were already speeding off before I could blink. "Line...?", I ask, obviously completely confused. He doesn't answer which doesn't help at all.
He pulls up the dirt road beside my house and I look over at him. "Wanna come in?", I smile a little as I watch him. He just shakes his head and stares forward. I sigh and open the door. "Alright, bye" I lean over and kiss his cheek. He doesn't move though.
I close my door and go inside. My mom was sitting on the couch reading a book. She stands as soon as she sees me. "Bennet Malachi! Where have you been?", She demands. I sigh and collapse onto the couch.
"I went somewhere with Brookline, he wanted me to", I reply truthfully. "I was safe, I'm safe". She nods and hugs me tightly.
"So...?", She asks. "Did you guys kiss?". I laugh softly and shake my head. If only she knew. "That's a shame. Well go on to your room, we have guests coming and I want your room clean". I nod and get up.
I go in and start cleaning up the mess. It wasn't until I was bent over with a shirt in my hand that I understood why Brookline wasn't talking.
He thought someone saw us.
And he was ashamed to be with me.
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Boy Meets Bitch -BoyXBoy-
RomanceBen Judson. The 16 year old who lost his brother when he was only a small little boy. Nothing had changed much since Keaton passed. They still didn't have much money, His mom was still sweet as sugar and his dad was still the same old kind but hard...