Welcome To The Media (Dylmas AU)

30. An Ex-boyfriend

Thomas's pov

26 days remaining

Dylan's lips pushed against mine quickly, pinning me to the wall behind me. Usually soft and innocent though he is, it felt as though some feral animal had seized his being, overcome his thoughts and actions. His hips moved forward and pushed against mine, effectively prohibiting me from any movement at all. Unable to stop myself, a weak moan escaped me as he kissed me deep and with power, like a man starved.

My head fell back with a gasp as he pushed his hips forward again, grinding into me slowly. My fingers moved to clutch at his hair, my head angled back and exposed. As I panted for air Dylan's lips came forward, attacking my neck with light kisses. He paused when I moaned louder than before and then attacked that weak spot on my neck. His hips continued their movements but sped up slightly, and I felt my knees begin to shake as I noticeably felt his semi-hard erection rubbing against my own. I silently cursed the clothes between us but didn't say anything aloud. I couldn't, even if I wanted to, because as soon as the thought crossed my mind Dylan's lips were attacking mine again.

His fingers were suddenly under my shirt, scratching at the pale skin beneath. I tightened my grip on his hair and kissed him even harder, thrusting up to meet his hips as he grinded down on me. His hands began pushing up my shirt, balling it up as he moved--

BAM

Dylan's door swung open loudly and we sprang apart. I wacked my head on the wall with a groan and Dylan fell backwards a couple steps, turning in a daze towards his now open bedroom door.

Tyler stood in the doorway with an innocent expression etched into his face. I panted lowly, trying to catch my breath whilst rubbing at the back of my head. I swallowed roughly with my gaze locked on Tyler, whose eyes were slowly widening in shock. His surprised stare flickered between me and Dylan (who, I noticed with a smirk, was pulling his shirt lower to cover how hot and bothered he was), and finally, after none of us said anything, he grimaced.

"God, guys," he said, stepping backwards, "You've been alone for like ten minutes and you're already tearing each other's clothes off? Horny bastards."

I couldn't help but flush bright red, and Dylan let out an aggravated groan. Stepping away from the wall, I straightened my clothing and sat down on Dylan's bed.

"What do you want, Ty?" Dylan asked after glancing down at me.

Tyler smirked again, obviously noticing when Dylan didn't deny it. He said, "Your dad just got home and wants to meet Thomas. Your mom told me to get you guys. Although, I'm sure if she knew what you two were up to she wouldn't have wanted to interrupt--"

Dylan glared at him to silence him, but Tyler looked unafraid. Instead he lightly chuckled and held up his hands.

"We'll be right down," Dyl all but growled out. I bit my lip to hide my growing smile.

Nodding, Tyler turned to leave. Just before he left, however, he paused in the doorway to toss a nonchalant, "Use protection!" over his shoulder. I laughed lightly as he finally walked away.

Dylan sighed, turning to face me again. His face, previously laced with annoyance, swelled with concern as I subconsciously rubbed at the back of my head again. Immediately, I let my hand fall to my lap.

"Are you okay?" he asked me, stepping closer. His fingers moved to push through my hair, lightly massaging my head as he moved.

I stood, ignoring how close to him the action put me. "I'm fine," I said genuinely.

Dylan smirked and moved closer, and before I could pull away, his lips were on my neck again. I audibly gasped, my hands moving to clutch at his biceps as I unintentionally leaned into his touch.