Beating For Two

Chapter 30

Monday, April 25th

Thirty-six weeks

He rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily.

“Okay, okay,” he panted.

My eyes were still closed and my breathing was just as erratic as his, but I still heard him swallow one, two, three times before he added a stuttering:

“We- we should probably- yeah, okay.”

I inhaled deeply a few times, willing my heartbeat to go back to normal and the hard on I was sporting to disappear.

“Should- should I apologize?” I asked, looking anxiously at him. He'd moved both his hands to my stomach now, as if he two minutes ago hadn't been giving me a handjob through my pants.

“Of course not,” he said.

“But we should probably stop before we... well, cross the line and do something we shouldn't.”

I nodded quickly.

“Yeah, good idea,” I said, though maybe a little solemnly because I had the feeling that we'd already crossed the line and that we'd definitely done something we shouldn't.

“Yeah... uhm, do you wanna- I dunno, keep watching the movie?”

I'd never heard him sound that awkward and nervous before and I wasn't sure whether to laugh in amusement or bow my head in shame. Maybe doing both would be a good alternative.

I coughed a little.

“I... I think I should go back to my own room,” I said and pushed myself gently forward so that his hands slid off my stomach and fell down onto the mattress.

“Why?” he asked. I could have sworn he sounded disappointed.

“We just kissed, nothing to make a fuss about.”

I rolled my eyes as I stood clumsily up from the bed.

“Yeah, we kissed,” I said after I'd turned around to look at him.

“With tongues. And I'm pretty sure your hand was on my dick and I'm also pretty sure that at some point, I felt you press your dick against my back.”

He looked at me for a moment and then furrowed his forehead.

“Are you angry with me?” he then asked.

“No, I'm not angry,” I said, though there may have been a trace of exasperation in my voice.

“I just- no, I don't know, I don't even know what I'm feeling or what I'm supposed to feel or anything.”

“Well, you obviously liked kissing me,” he said with a vague gesture towards my crotch.

“Of course I did, but that's not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

“The point is that you have a girlfriend and yet it seems like you have no qualms whatsoever about making out with me.”

He blinked and the crease on his forehead grew deeper.

“So you think it's morally wrong of me to cheat on my girlfriend, is that it?” he asked.

“I don't care about what's right and wrong towards her,” I snapped before I could stop myself. My eyes widened and I was about to add an apology, but then I remembered what Harry had said to me no more than an hour earlier about standing for it when I said something I meant. I'd sincerely meant what I'd just said, and so I didn't apologize.