Love Hurts (boyxboy)

Chapter 13: Touch Me

Griffin POV

"You need to relax," his voice was a soft whisper against my ear. "Just let me take care of you for once," he said as his hands dug into my skin, dragging a grunt from my lips

"Do you have any idea how sexual you sound?" I chuckled into the pillow under my chin. That earned me a thump on the back of the head before his hands went back to work.

He said he didn't want to go to the party, which normally I'd believe, but tonight was different. As soon as we'd gotten back to my house he'd made me get in the bed and now here we are with me half naked and face down on the mattress while Parker gave me the best damn back massage of my life. I couldn't help the comments that ran straight from my head to my mouth as the situation was so close to being inappropriate it was ridiculous. Honestly, I would love for this to escalate. I knew Parker, though, and that was not going to happen - not any time soon at least.

"I try and do something nice for you and all you can do is think with your dick," I couldn't see him, but I know he rolled his eyes somewhere in the middle of that sentence. "You're just always so damn tense." One of his hands ran through my hair and I let my eyes fall closed with a peaceful sigh.

"I'd do anything you told me to if you kept doing that."

"Anything?" He asked. I should've picked up on the tone of his voice, empty of all playfulness and almost sounding nervous.

"Mmhmm," I murmured. His hands disappeared from my body and after an extended silence I turned over, curious in why he had gotten so quiet. Parker was straddling my hips, barely hovering over my body as if afraid to set his weight on me. "Hey." I smiled up at him, my hands brushing over his forearms.

"Hey," this time I heard the nervousness. I scrunched my eyebrows together. Parker wasn't a nervous person, and I didn't like it when he worried about things.

"Come here," I pulled him down towards me. His lips met mine in a quick brush, but he wouldn't look me in the eyes. "Alright, it's your turn to relax," I chuckled as I pulled his body down on top of me. "Look at me," his eyes finally came to mine, shifting nervously, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to." I placed a kiss on his nose. "But I want you to know you can do anything you want to."

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Parker POV

The feeling of his hot skin underneath me was enough to cause my face to flush, but the words coming from his mouth...it had just gotten so much hotter in this bedroom. I sat back up, needing some space and fresh air between our faces. He didn't move, eyes on my face while I took a few cooling breaths before I glanced down at the sight beneath me.

His tan skin, exposed and open to be viewed. He wasn't photoshopped perfection, but good lord did he look good.

"This isn't a museum, ya know," I tilted my head at this while he brought his hands up behind his head, "touching is welcome here." He threw in a wink as if I hadn't been massaging his back only a minute ago.

I let a finger fall in the middle of his chest, drawing a line straight down his body, between his pecs and abs and down to his stomach. I paused there, asking myself how far this was going to go. How far did I want this to go? I knew Griffin would do anything I wanted to do, but what did I want to do right now? Was I ready to take that step with him?

I leaned back in, taking his lips in my own, surprised as he didn't take the normal control he always seemed to have when we were intimate. It was shocking, in a good way. I knew Griffin preferred to be in control, for others to do things his way how and when he wanted, so just giving in like this was a big deal.

"I just want to see you," I whispered against his lips, "I don't care how much of you that is." I slid off to his side, pulling his body close to mine. "But I do like more than less." He smirked at me as he wrapped his arms around me, tucking my head under his chin and against his firm, bare chest.

"I love you, Parker." There were those words again. His grip on me tightened, and I knew he meant it. He always meant it.

"I want to stay here forever," I mumbled into his chest.

"Maybe not all of forever," he said, rubbing patterns up and down my back, "gotta take bathroom breaks at some point." He chuckled at his own joke and I smacked him lightly on the shoulder before laughing as well.

This was what I needed, this kind of connection with someone - no, not someone. It was Griffin. He was what I needed. Even now when I couldn't fully give myself to him, he was everything and so much more. I smiled and let my eyes fall closed, surrounded by his warmth, feeling safe, calm, and happy all at the same time. I wish this feeling would last...but it was only a matter of time.

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