I'M A MESS

Chapter Sixteen

Aaron's POV

 

"Dare calling me like that again and I swear it will be the last thing you say", were Isaac's last words before the gangsters came running off like a bunch of chickens. I could've sworn the look on Isaac's face was sort of arousing. The crowds gave us a bit of an applause before they went on their own businesses. I ruffled my head and let out a troubled sigh.

My goodness, I thought as I prompted myself, threats aren't supposed to be arousing.

"Aaron!", I turned to Isaac who came running to me. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. No need to worry-", a lift of his fingers to my bottom lip interrupted me mid sentence.

"You have a bit of a wound here", his thumb rubbed its skin on my bottom lip, making me drown in the worry manifested in his golden eyes. I held his hand and pressed my lips against its palm, giving it a long kiss. "I appreciate the worry, Isaac", I whispered. "I really do".

I looked into his eyes and found him grinning in relief, "That's good, then". As he spoke, something flashed at us, making us turn to where it came from - a photographer. As he put down his camera, he walked to me and asked, "You are Aaron Godfrey, aren't you?", he asks. Crap, he can't be a- Without giving it any further thought, I grabbed Isaac's wrist and went running full speed.

"Hey..!", Isaac protested in the run. As we sprinted through the crowd, I looked over my shoulders and noticed the photographer, a paparazzi so it seemed, chasing after us with his camera still capturing photos of us. After taking a sharp curve down the road, I pushed Isaac into a narrow alleyway. 

"Hey, what's wrong with-", I covered his lips with the palm of my hand and put a finger up to my lips. Cornering him on the walls with an arm, I snaked my fingers to the back of his neck and leaned my face unto him, narrowing the gap between our very noses. I looked at the crowded road under my stretched arm and looked for signs of the paparazzi.

Seeing the  paparazzi running past us, I calmed down and sighed in relief. "We're safe now", my shoulder relaxed. "Man, that paparazzi even knew who I was". I turned my eyes to Isaac whose shoulders moved up and down as he tried to catch his breath, "You alright? Sorry for making you run so suddenly".

"Your..", he shakily said under his breath. "Your...leg.."

"Hm?", I looked down and noticed my leg in the middle of his slender legs, pressing against him. Isaac's hands tightened on his chest, "Please.." The fringes of his blonde wig veiled his eyes but not so the rosy streak on his cheeks and his tremble of his lips. What an opportunity. 

My fingers which rested on the back of his neck pulled his face to my chest as my back hit the opposing wall. I let my other hand trickled from his back down to the lumbar portion of his back and pulled him even close.

"Mhm..!", Isaac muffled a moan as I pulled him to my body. His hands landed on my chest and clenched my shirt, his heart beat hard from all the running and maybe even to the zero proximity between our bodies, and his head rested on the space between my neck and shoulder. Still between his legs, my leg remained unmoving.

"Hey", I breathed against his ear which made him lift his shoulders in a second.

"Aaron, let me go immedia- aah..", he whined as my leg coursed up his inner thighs. He bit his thumb and avoided making eye contact with me. "Damn you, Aaron..!", he hit my chest hard and I chuckled at his cursing.

"Look at me, Isaac".

"If I do", he responds immediately,"will you pull away your leg?"

"I will", I whispered as he slowly lifts his face to me. "You have my word".

Upon the meet of our eyes, a surge of desire coursed through my veins, compelling my body to find other ways to show him my wanting without going back on my word. In a blink of an eye, my body found one.

I leaned in to Isaac and pressed my lips onto his stiff ones. I winced as I felt a pain from the slight bruise on my bottom lip.

After giving him a long kiss, I pulled back and kissed his nose, the part of it just between his closed eyes. Doing so, his stiffened body loosened up and let itself rest against mine as if it found its sanctuary in the middle of the dispute between my inner voice, my control, and his inviting helplessness.

"Sorry about that", I whispered against his skin and tightened my hold on him. "But I'm not gonna let you run away. Because", I love you, "I'm really selfish, you know". I gently pushed him off my chest and tried to look him in the eye - an attempt which failed due to him keeping his head down. Instead, I slid my fingers down to his hand and intertwining our fingers, I said in the most affectionate voice I could muster, "Let's go, shall we?"