Love Sick Fanfics of the juicier kind

I'm yours...

[The first night as an official couple]

I can't believe it.
It actually came to this.
It happened. It really did.

Not in my wildest imagination, not for a second, did I ever anticipate this. I didn't even wish for it in secret - because I didn't dare to.
Because it wasn't supposed to happen. He was out of reach, unavailable, not for me.
I was happy enough just to be beside him.
To hang out with him, laugh with him, be there for him as he would always be there for me, would I ever need it.

I took the second seat in silence, accepting that it wasn't meant to be us and just being glad that he was in my life.
It wasn't what my heart wanted the most, but I knew that I couldn't lose him, no matter what.
And in order not to, I would just have to be content with what I could have.
And it was enough. It really was.
Not ideal, by a far shot. But enough.
Those are the kind of feelings I have for Phun. That a tiny bit of him is better than nothing.
Even if I was bitterly jealous at times. (Not that I would ever admit it...)

All those stolen moments, the happiness and joy mixed up with guilt, anguish and sadness...
Who could have guessed that it'd turn out like this in the end?

That he'd end up here in my arms, for the first time belonging to me and only me. As my boyfriend.

I want to friggin' scream of joy.

I want Phun as much as he wants me. It's been so long since we could touch each other like this - but still the both of us linger in a tight embrace, reluctant to let go.
This is our first time holding the other and actually knowing that there are no more hinders, no one else but us. It's an amazing feeling.
Now I truly know what Phun means to me. I can't put it in words as easily as he does - repeatedly whispering it in my ear.
But that our feelings are the same, I know without a doubt.

I'm glad that we stayed sober this night.
I never want to forget one single moment of this, I want to etch it in my memory and keep it as the most precious thing for me.

It feels like it's the very first time. (Which it kind of is, right? At least our first time while being together for real.)
And curiously enough, I feel kind of nervous, even though we've done this before, several times.
Phun, on the other hand, doesn't seem to feel anything alike. On the contrary.
He's even pushier than he usually is, pulling me so close he possibly can, impatiently fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.
Since his was already removed, neatly folded and placed on my bed, I focus on trying to get his shorts off instead. Easier said than done in this awkward position, practically sitting in eachother's laps on the floor.
Almost as he read my thoughts, Phun suddenly lets go of me and stands up, pulling me up as he stands. The speed with which he manages to rid me of all my clothes and get out of his as well, is no less than outstanding. (World record probably. If there is such a thing as speed-stripping...)

And then, as usual, I am pushed down by this horndog. (Not that I mind right now, though.)
He's really at it this time, so eager that I feel I have to push him off me a little bit before things go out of hand and either of us end up ending it all too fast.

-"Hey, calm down, what's the hurry?" I'd be lying if I said that I'm not as worked up as he is, but no need to rush things, right?

He looks me in the eyes and I shudder, he looks different from usual.
A little bit like when he got pissed at me in school and nearly punched a hole in the wall.
But not exactly. This is a bit more...