Never Ending Love([Merome])

The Dream

Jerome's POV:

I am astounded. One moment I thought I was breathing, then I wasn't. The sight of Mitch quickened my heartbeats, and I swear I heard my heart pulsing in my throat. I haven't seen him in six years. And I liked him the same.

He smiled at me, and his chocolate eyes beckoned me. His cheeks were rosy from the cold. His brown hair was messy. Very messy.

He walked over to me, and stopped. He sat down, and started to cry to my surprise.

"Bigums, I'm sorry," he cried, and I just reached out and offered my hand. He took it and started to mess with my fingers. The maple syrupy goodness smell started to fade.

"Im really sorry,"he continued,"I'm the one that hit you."

It's okay, I thought. He never meant to.

"You never meant to hit me. It's okay," and at the end of that I gave him a smile only he would appreciate.

He smiled and laughed a little. I noticed he was showing his appreciation a different way though. All the sudden, I smell the maple syrup again and then I saw something rise in his pants and I blushed and looked away, pretending I didn't see. My blushing must've given me away though, because he looked at me and turned purple. Literally purple.

"Sorry Bigums...I just haven't been with anyone in my entire life(yes in this story Mitch has never dated before) and its sneaking up on me...."

"It's okay," I say seductively. He looks puzzled, so I guide his hand down towards my waist, and I slowly let his fingers do the rest.

He slips his hand in my boxers...so...close to it. Then his hand glides upon it, and i felt it stiffen. He leans in and whispers in my ear,"I got you hard from that?"

I can take no more.

I cup his face with my hands and kiss him sweetly. He keeps his one hand where it was, and the other is entangling itself in my hair. Half of me is pushed with the idea of being with him, the other of just wanting to do him NOW.

His lips sync with mine, and he slips his tongue in, not fighting, but for the sake of exploration. I put my right hand in his hair and stroke it. It's so silky and fluffy...He gasps all the sudden and pulls away and looks down. His pants were stained in fresh white liquid.

At the same time, Nurse Valerie walks back in.

"Mr. Jerome Aceti, you are free to-," she pauses when she sees us. "I'll just leave you two alone for awhile." And with that, she walks out the door.

Mitch turns back around to face me.

"You are free to go, Jerome," he says.

With that, he picks me up, and heads towards the window.

He puts me on the ground and opens the window, then picks me back up. He then throws me out of the 29th story window.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-End of Dream-yes I pulled that card-

Mitch's POV:

Jerome fell asleep, right when he saw me. Must've been overjoyed...I fall asleep after watching his chest rise and fall for several hours.(Yes Mitch watched him sleepXD)

-time skip of nothing happening-

It is dark outside when I am roused by Jerome...doing something. I walk softly over to his bed and observe.

He slides his hand down to his waist and it sits there for a good two minutes, then he shivered, then i gasped as he releases his sweetness on himself in sleep. The. He says something that stops my heart.

"Mitch...,"

Is he dreaming about me doing dirty things to him? He moans my name for a few more minutes, then a blood curdling scream pierces the near silence.

"AGHHHH! NO MITCH NO! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! I LOVE YOU! I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!" Jerome shrieks.

I shake him awake as fast as possible. He said he loved me...but right now I can't focus on that right now.

Jerome shoots up in bed, sweating and crying.

"It's okay Bigums, Benja will take care of you," I crooned while hugging him and stroking his hair. Soft...like a cat.

"Did you hear any of that besides the screaming part?" he asks worriedly. Or course he would be worried. But for his sake, for now I'm gonna lie.

"No, I didn't. Go back to sleep, babe. I'll look out for you." I tell him with my signature smile.

He smiles back, and crawls back under the covers, and falls asleep.~~~~~~~

(A/N: I ABSOLUTELY HATE THE WORD 'coo' OR 'cooed'. IT JUST MAKES ME WANT TO THROW UP. I WILL NEVER USE IT IN MY WRITING.)