Electricity {G.D.}

Chapter One

"You know, Ethan isn't going to be home anytime soon.." you said, to what was more like yourself, admiring the stars glimmering in the dark blue sky before you.

You layed there on the backyard sofa, in just his old varsity football jersey, with a half smoked blunt in your hand. You looked over to your preoccupied boyfriend typing a mile a minute away on his laptop. The last few weeks have been rough. If he's not filming videos, then he's editing them. If he's not over at his friend's house, then his friend's are over at your house. You loved how happy he had been lately, and you'd rather see him happy and busy than how depressed he was a year prior. However, there was still the desire you two once had that you were longing for.

"Gray." you said again, a little sharper.

From the end of the couch, your eyes met his, peaking over his laptop which was lighting up his face and the top half of his uncovered chest.

"Hmm?" He quietly let out as he raised his eyebrow.

You let out a tiny chuckle as you inhaled another hit from your blunt, in almost a condesending way from his lack of attention geared to you.

"Ethan isn't going to be home anytime soon." you softly stated again.

Your feet that were already in his lap, moved slightly over the natural buldge beneath his sweatpants. You gave him a little smirk as you took that last hit of your blunt, then tapping the remaining access off in the ashtray that sat in the table next to the sofa.

"You're tempting me, babe, but I'm writing some last minute ideas for next week's video. E and I are gonna film it tomorrow, so I don't have much time."

"You know we haven't fucked in two weeks, right?" you said calmly, "It can't wait just 40 minutes, Gray?"

You moved your feet a little more pronounced this time, admiring how the new outdoor lightings made the tint of green in his hazel eyes sparkle.

"I'm sorry, tomorrow morning, I promise. Okay?" he had a strange mixture of impatience yet sweetness to his voice.

You appreciatied his attempt to make things better, but that didn't change the feeling of feeling rejeted by your own boyfriend. Frustrated, you sat up.

"Well, I guess I'll just do it myself. Have fun writing."

With that, you got up from the couch and walked to the house. You heard his soft voice call out your name from behind you, but you didn't look back and continued to the patio door. Once you got inside, you went to the kitchen to make youself a cup of tea. You weren't angry, you weren't sad, you just felt a bit defeated. In the beginning of the relationship, you two fucked like animals whenever and wherever you guys could, but now it was a struggle just to have a night of fun with him. You two were incredibly young, you shouldn't be struggling with intimacy issues yet. As you watched the seeping of the teabags brew your tea, you felt two strong, big hands grab your waist. You quietly gasped as you heard a low, husky voice breathe into your ear, "I was kinda hoping to walk into our room to you doing it yourself."

You couldn't see him from this angle, but you knew he had a smug look on his face as he said that.

"I thought you didn't have time for me." you said sharply, slightly dodging the kisses he was leaving on your neck.

"I always have time for you, princess." he said smoothly, his one hand rubbing on the front part of the satin fabric of your thong and his other hand around your throat, "But next time, let's not give Daddy any attitude, do you understand?"

The contrast between pain and pleasure from his hands was intense, so you gave him a quick nod in agreement. You then felt a hot, sharp slap across your ass and a tightening around your throat.