I Can't Place It

the universe.

I never liked the stars more than your eyes; I never looked up; always at you.

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//Dan

My favorite date you took me on was either the first, or the fourth.

I bet you remember that one, don't you?

We had a picnic in your backyard, and then watched the stars. We just held hands there.

I remember what it was like to hold your hand.

I was so at ease, and comfortable I could've fallen asleep there, but I didn't, because truthfully I had a better idea.

Your mum was out of town. My mum and dad wouldn't care if I just stayed at yours. Could it have been a more perfect night?

So, I suggested instead of taking me home I stay. You said you didn't mind.

I had plans.

I was always prepared, actually. Under my jeans were those pastel blue undies--the ones you couldn't get enough of at this age.

Things change though.

And as soon as I was in your room I had my lips to yours. You were shocked at first, but kissed me back, and I smiled. This wasn't our first kiss anyway.

I found a way to slip my tongue into your mouth, but you won for dominance. Your beautiful hands were running along my body, and it felt so good to be that close to you.

Soon, I had pushed you down on your old bed, and it was getting even more heated. I bet you remember all the things we used to do on that bed, don't you? I tried to take off your shirt, but you stopped me.

"Dan, don't you think this is a little fast?"

I rolled my eyes, "The only thing that should be fast is how you fuck me."

You frowned, "Are you sure?"

"God, why are you so hesitant? Just do me."

I didn't ask for it so I could tell all my friends I was fucked by Phil Lester. I mean, yes, I told them, but I didn't do it solely because of bragging.

I did it because I was still curious as to what you'd feel like. Was that so bad?

You let me take it all the way. You let me strip us both naked, and you let me convince you that doing it now was okay.

I didn't know you were so attached to me.

You were so hot, and just absolutely amazing. You did it to me gently. It was good, so fucking good, but I wanted it rougher. You had this thing where you were always treating me like a princess, when I wanted to be treated like a queen.

You were always trying your best to never hurt me, but that all changed, didn't it?