The Bad Boy's screams

The sun is a star

No matter how ugly...no matter how many black spot are covering its face...the Sun is also a star. And he belonged among them. 

Two months passed so quickly, in between Azazel's arms, his never ending screams and bruises, it was now Christmas. 

A day of piece in his life. His grandparents were coming over for Christmas and there would be no yelling, hitting and bruises for my Azazel. 

So now we were peacefully huddled up in a blanket watching a black and white movie, Rebecca. I feel his breath fanning across the skin of my neck, making me shiver every now and then. 
I stroke my fingers against his arm that's wrapped around me as I sit between his legs.

''When are you going home?'' I ask. He nips at my neck, sucking a little on it before answering.
''Why? You don't want me here?'' He ask and nips my neck, again.

''No that's not it. My mom wants you to stay for dinner.'' I mutter and scoot away from him but he grabs my hips and pulls me against him.
I gasp when I feel something down there, rubbing against my ass. He wraps both his arms tightly around me and leans in, licking my left ear, before speaking up.

''You can't just leave me in an aroused state.'' He whispers in my ear. 

I shiver and shake my head, trying and hoping I sound confident.
''I'm no bottom mister. And if I bottom you bottom too.'' I say. He let's go of me and bursts into laughter. I turn around and sit right in front of him.  He keeps on laughing while looking at me. 

Before he can comprehend what's happening I pounce on him. Taking a hold of both his wrists I hold them above his head, pinning him down with my body.  I lean in and kiss him, softly.
I grind my crotch against his. He moans into my mouth and I bless him with the presence of my tongue. His hips moving against me. He whimpers when I hold his hips down but don't give him the friction he needs.

He pulls away from the kiss and pleads. ''Pl-....please Nate. Give me more.'' he whimpers trying to grind his hips up. I smirk at him and shake my head.

''Nate can yo-...Oh my god!'' I hear my mother scream. I turn around and look at her.  I immediately get off of him and cover myself with a blanket.

''Nathaniel! Don't  think I don't see you underneath the blanket. Get out of there! And Azazel, sweetheart, come down we're going to be decorating the tree.'' My mother said before closing the door.   

''That was close.'' He breathes out. I roll my eyes and pout.''My mom saw that. Ugh...that's humiliating.'' I groan. 

''It's okay. It's not like she's going to scream around what she saw.'' He said standing up holding his hand out for me. 
I slap it away and get up on my own. He suppresses  a laugh and gestures for me to walk first and I do slamming the door quickly behind me so he's still inside. 

I run downstairs, laughing when I hear his footsteps behind me. I almost make it on the last stair. Yes Victory! 

But sadly strong hands wrap around my waist.

''Caught you.'' He whispers in my ear. I shriek and try to escape out of his hold.                            
''And I'm never letting you go.'' He kisses my cheek. I wring myself out of his grip and spin around pulling him closer, by the hips, than we already are.  Leaning in I kiss him on his lips. Before we could even start we were interrupted.

''Ahem!'' We hear someone cough. I look to the side, where the entrance to the livingroom is, to see my mother standing there.

''Nate could you please leave Azazel alone. And Azazel, honey, please join us in the livingroom for sandwiches and thee.'' My mother said before leaving us alone.