As Bryce places me on the ground, I make a run for my bathroom. Ever so close to closing the door, but can't because Bryce slams his hand against it. Seeing through the crack, right into his eyes. All I see is lust. Dear lord, I'm not ready. He pushes the door open and backs me up against the bathroom wall. Closer he gets...the more my heart hurts. Are we actually going to...do it? I quickly duck under Bryce, escaping towards my bedroom door. But once again he stops me. He lifts me up and over his shoulder.
"Bryce! Will you stop carrying me"?! I scream trying not to fall.
He throws me onto the bed, "then stop running away".
I'm actually scared now...and I could feel tears. Bryce has never been this rough with me. He feels so far, yet so close. His hands cup my face, his thumbs wiping away the tears. "I won't hurt you". He says quietly. Slowly wrapping my arms around his neck, begging for a hug. "Did I scare you"? He asks. I nod my head slightly in the crook of his collarbone. Bryce plants kisses along my neck, "Sorry babes, I didn't mean to".
He helps me off the bed, and we go back downstairs. Bryce goes into the living to watch his show. As I make my way to the kitchen to see what Jackson and Dylan are doing. "Nice hickeys". Dylan says with a smirk. I'm looking at him confused, but suddenly go running to the bathroom in the hallway. Seeing the purple bruises along my neck, I couldn't help but smile. Making my way to the living and leaning against the entrance, Bryce looking attractive like always. Finding myself staring I look away quickly.
"You know it's okay to stare". Bryce says trying to hold back laughter.
Once again I'm blushing. "Shut up".
"C'mere, baby boy". He says smirking.
I love when he calls me that. Walking towards Bryce, I'm about to sit beside him when he pulls me down onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my shoulder. I relax into his embrace. "We should try this later". He says.
"Try what"? I turn my head so I'm looking at him.
He says this with the straightest face I've ever seen, "this sex position".
...complete and utter silence
"DON'T HAVE SEX IN THE LIVING ROOM". Jackson yells from the kitchen.
Dylan enters the living, "Not until Jackson and I are gone".
He goes back into the kitchen, and yells, "OKAY, GO AHEAD". As the front door slams shut.
Once again, complete and utter silence...
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Falling For You - A Brikey Story
Teen FictionYoung love, Mikey and Bryce. Two boys finding their way back to each other. Lost, hurt, and broken. But the pieces will come back. Thanks for reading & leave a like 💫
