Fire Starter [Book 2, BoyxBoy]

Fire Starter [Chapter 14]

Izazya POV

The fall lasted a few seconds, as planned, before I hit the water below. There was that beautiful and peaceful moment, where everything went silent and dark, before I broke the surface of the waves. I swam over to the rocks I had narrowly missed and carefully climbed onto them, hiding from Joe's sight. I could hear him yelling from the balcony, screaming my name over and over hysterically. It made me smile how worried he was, my sick little mind enjoying his hysteria. I could make things worse very easily. Obviously, not too bad. I pulled my shirt over my head and held it in my hands, before tearing the material in several places, before placing it on the water and letting it be carried with the steady waves. Obviously Joe saw, because he gasped. 

"Oh God, oh God." I heard him say over and over to himself. I chuckled before climbing up onto the rocks and looking up at him. He didn't see me, so I put my fingers in my mouth and whistled. His head jerked to the sound and he looked at me, his eyes wide.

"Izazya, what the fuck?!" he yelled at me from the balcony. I grinned and winked.

"Jump!" I yelled back up to him. He shook his head. I raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"It's so far down!" he yelled back.

"It's only three floors, Joe!" I complained. He shook his head and looked at me.

"I'm going the safe way." He replied, walking back into the apartment. What a spoil sport.

Joe's POV

I truly hated that boy sometimes, those times being the ones exactly like this one. He scared the shit out of me, he was just so reckless, it scared me. I walked down the flights of stairs and dawdled through corridors, until coming to the reception of the hotel. I smiled kindly at the receptionist and she smiled back.

"Have a nice day!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. I grinned.

"I will thanks, if my idiot of a boyf- friend stops being an idiot." I replied, carefully stopping myself to avoid awkwardness. He wasn't my boyfriend anyway. Either way, it helped nothing.

She looked at me, with some crazy smirk on her face, looking at me knowingly. "Are you with Izazya?" she asked. I nodded slowly. She rolled her eyes. "That explains the screaming. Some people thought you two were... 'at it', as they put it." I felt my eyes widen and a blush creep up my neck.

"No! No..." I trailed off. "It's nothing like that."

"No, he won't let me touch him." I heard a familiar voice say from behind me. I turned to see a dripping wet Izazya leaning against the door frame of the entrance, holding the glass door open. His shirt was plastered to his chest, showing every muscle and every outline on his perfect abs. He smirked, shaking his hair from his face, running his hand through it slowly, purposely. I bit him lower lip. He looked hot. Hotter than the sun hot. 

"What do you mean I won't let you touch me?!" I finally exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow, water trickling down the side of his perfect face. He stepped forwards, shutting the door carefully behind him and walking to me. His arm snaked around my waist and pulled me to his chest, his mouth inches from mine. 

"You know what I mean," he growled. I smirked.

"You're touching me now, aren't you?" I questioned in an innocent tone. I felt his arm tighten around me. He growled once again.

"Don't mess with me Joe." He whispered menacingly.

"Guys, seriously, you're putting people off." The receptionist complained, pointing to the people outside the door, staring at us in disgust or with a confused look on their faces. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Izazya, smirking.