A Boy Better Than A Blade

Part 6

"Okay lance, strip" Adrian orders "I want to see if you're keeping your promise" he adds -it's hard taking him seriously considering he's wearing such short and tight clothes. My skin starts getting hot and I already feel like melting into the carpet, I slowly nod being careful to hide my embarrassed face behind my untameable ginger locks. I reach for the hem of my jumper and gently draw it upwards, freezing the moment my finger grazes a slightly damp patch of skin. I swiftly pull my jumper down again and wildly shake my head "n-no it's fine, I'm fine" I babble. Adrian sceptically raises his pierced eyebrow and orders me again "Lance, strip" once more I wildly shake my head and cross my arms over my jumper like a sulking three year old. Adrian, not accepting defeat, rises up from his seat and takes a few short steps towards me pausing between each. "Lance, I'll give you one more chance" he says, being focused on our close proximity, my previously wild head shake turns into more of a half-hearted mixture of a nod and a no.

"Then I'll, I'll just have to do it myself" he clearly states, a hot red flush washes over my whole body making my face indistinguishable from my hair.
Adrian appears to be shocked with his own words but proceeds with it anyway. He takes a step closer and plants his hands either side of my hips to grab the hem of my, now sweaty, jumper. The moment his hands raise the jumper and his fingers brush my skin he freezes, his face appears to change from white to red- although I'm not sure. His hands start shaking as he takes in deep breath after deep breath, Oh. My. God.

He continues raising my jumper exposing the soft skin of my stomach and my, barely existent, muscle. He slowly removes the rest of my jumper and throws it on the lounge to examine my skin, running his cold fingers over my back feeling for cuts and his sharp eyes over my chest doing just the same. His face falls when he discovers the star like cuts that are still fresh from a few hours ago, he runs his cold fingers around them carefully poking and prodding my skin. I look down at Adrian's frowning face and sigh " I'm so sorry Adrian I couldn't help it, I-I deserved it" I say, mumbling the last part. Adrian instantly stops poking and looks up to meet my gaze " Lance" he says, "you promised, so please tell me why you think you deserve this" he questions. I can't bring myself to tell him, he'll just hate me more, I know it.

I break away from is disappointed gaze and focus on the edge of the coffee table beside me, "I don't know" I easily lie, knowing perfectly well why I did it. Adrian sighs and reaches for my face, he turns my gaze back to his and keeps his hand gently placed under my chin. "Lance look, I don't think I can leave you alone like this" he says with a hopeful smile "maybe I should stay a few more nights just until I'm sure you're fine" he adds.

His clear blue eyes cause me to nod as I accidentally melt into his hand, "it's getting kinda late" he says "we should get some sleep and talk tomorrow".

He smiles as he takes a seat on the lounge, attempting to find a comfortable sleeping position. I gulp down the forming lump in my throat and dissolve my sense of shame "sleep in my bed!!!" I loudly blurt...

Shit.

"I mean you take m-my bed and I take the lounge" I murmur, phew I saved it. I look back to Adrian who is now strawberry red, ugh! He's probably embarrassed to know me I mumble to myself. I try to hide my forming blush but to no avail, "I can't take your bed, you take it!" He exclaims causing a few voice cracks " you need it more than me" he adds finalising his decision. Readying myself for what I am about to say I wipe a sneaky bead of sweat from my forehead "fine! We'll both take it" I bellow. Adrian's eyes widen in shock and before I can take back my words he grabs me by my arm and pulls me off towards my bedroom.

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Ho-ly shit, what is happening, did I do this!?