Love Overcast // (ManxMan)

=Chapter 17=

A/N: "Humans are like alcohol, some you chug down in masses. Some leaves a concussion the morning after. And some just get better with age." - incredibly salty 19 year old.

[Sebastien]

I dislike flirting to the core of my existence, it makes me uncomfortable. However, I've been told that I am an excellent actor, hence the reason why I even tried to remotely be suggestive when Leonardo and I were chatting in the restaurant. I feel like I did a fairly good job at appearing cool, calm and collected, of course, thanks to my stellar acting skills. But nothing is enough to illicit a single comment of the same nature from his mouth.

There are so many things I can say about him as a person. My attraction to him includes, but is not limited to, his amazing smile and how he dresses because, quite honestly? He is the most alluring man I have met. He has that vibe to him that makes me want to be around him all the time, be the sole receiver of all his attention because he really makes a person feel like they are accounted for.

I was going to apologise for being a massive flirt when we got back to his apartment, just before I leave. But I felt a substantial weight against my arm after a while. I generally have very veiny limbs, and if my heart pumps quick they show like no other. And at the moment, I most likely had that annoying vein that looks like it is going to burst on the side of my shoulder all the way down to my elbow.

Regardless, I still accepted his first advancement in my pursuit for him. I'm not quite sure what it meant when he did that, but I took it as an okay to do more. I walked out the lift doors with full intention to give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek and leave to show my interest. But that blew up the moment I felt waves and waves of conflict rolling off of him.

I'm no mind reader, but seeing his eyes twist and turn in confusion really does unnerve me. There are people that claim they love this incredible man enough to marry him. But even then, they still abandoned him, and what is left; is a soul that locks away his feelings. He expels the negativity from his mind, which is healthy, but he doesn't deal with the repercussions.

Locking them up in a cupboard is not getting over it.

I didn't want to leave him more perplexed than he already was with a simple goodbye kiss, so I opted for a kiss on the lips, a little bit of seduction that made my heart go haywire even though I'm not quite sure what I was doing with my hands or what I should've said.

And slap me if I say I didn't like the kiss. He was submissive to a dot, not the good kind that makes my inner lion growl in pride. He was beaten into submission, and that didn't invoke any sort of positive emotion other than the fact that I was positive that he is not ready to make out with me.

I hate the fact that I am almost forcing him to kiss me like he is right now. Hands roaming the front of my body, making everything in me burn in white heat. I don't like how docile he is acting, being caged in by my arms like a frail soul.

He isn't a frail soul, and anyone who says he is, clearly hasn't got a chance to see how he functions.

Somewhere during the 2 minute kiss, he has unlocked the door of his studio and walked us in whilst I lifted him into my body, he's a heavy man but I'm not old enough to have my bones shatter from just carrying another person. He's about as heavy as Ryland, who is a little heavier than Skylar. I know how heavy Skylar is, so I use him as a reference scale, no shame in knowing how much he weighs.

I didn't notice there was a bed in the studio until Leonardo started to pant while burying his face against the side of my neck, inhaling deeply while I lay on said bed, in a simple room probably meant for guests. We halt our movement for a couple seconds, then he starts nipping at the skin on the side of my neck.