Hormones and Lies

XV

Michael

Eric and I sat in my room, silence stiff in the air around us. The guilt building up inside of my stomach had vanished as the words spilled from my mouth. Eric sat still and silent, his hands resting on his thighs I was worried he'd cry. I was worried he'd start yelling. I was worried he'd leave...for good. But when Eric did speak, he told me that he'd seen Connor exiting a house with another guy, not to far from my own house. I wasn't the only one Connor had tricked, Eric had said. But Connor didn't trick me. I willingly let him into my home and willingly participated in the activities hosted in this very room. Guilt washed over me, a twinge of anger flickering to life inside of me.

How could I have been so stupid?

I snuck a glance at Eric. His hair was sticking up at odd angles, some of it falling in his face. He was trembling, his body shivering each time he took a breath. I wanted to cradle him in my arms. I wanted to comfort him, but it felt like the wrong thing to do. However, once his baby blue eyes looked into mine, I couldn't help reaching out for him. Relief crashed into me when Eric collapsed into my arms with heaving breaths. I let myself laugh in hysteria, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Eric." I said as I tangled my fingers in his hair.

His fisted my shirt, sniffling and laughing too.

"Eric, I have to tell you something."

Eric pushed away from me, his eyes glistening. I was afraid how my next words would make him react. I brushed my knuckles across his cheek and took in all of his features; his soft jawline, his cute button nose, his thick lashes that framed those gorgeous baby blues, his ever fluffy blonde halo of hair, his sun kissed skin. I made eye contact before drawing a breath, letting the words tumble from my mouth.

"I think I'm in love with you, Eric."

I didn't expect Eric to gasp as he did. I didn't expect tears to slip down his cheeks. I didn't expect his lips to crash into mine with such raw, sweet passion. Tears of relief streamed down his face and mine, making the kiss we shared wetter than intended. He pulled back, hands clasping my face and eyes searching mine.

"I think I'm in love with you too, Michael."

I chuckled and kissed him, our lips caressing one another's lovingly, a deeper emotion than lust or desire sparking between our bodies. Eric pulled back, his eyes dark with emotion. He smiled softly, his arms lifting over his head as his shirt slid off. He took my breath away; his tanned skin was defined to perfection, the slope in his back just before my hands reached his plump ass another definition of perfect. I kissed all over his exposed chest, hands sliding down his back to his ass. Eric's arms were draped around my neck, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. I kissed his collarbone, his neck, his jawline, all before meeting his soft lips again.

Eric played with the hem of my shirt until I lifted my arms for him to pull it off. He gasped at my bare chest, his fingers sliding over the defined crevasses. He butterfly kissed his way down to my v-line, looking up at me with shining eyes. I brushed my fingers against his cheek and smile when he leaned into my hand. He crawled onto my lap, our lips playfully pecking at one another. My fingers traced invisible patterns on his lower back, his arms wrapped around my neck. His full, rosy red lips pressed against mine, his tongue sliding across my bottom lip before I opened up to his request.

Our tongues playfully fought for dominance, Eric's smile encouraging my own. I pulled away, lifting Eric up before laying him on his back. I pressed our hips together as I settled between his thighs, our lips mingling again. Passion and love tore through our bodies, heating up the simple make out session quickly. We moved against each other, bodies pleading for friction. Our groins ached with lust pumping blood to our members. Eric's breathy moans filled my ears and as he pushed me away to turn over, something flickered inside of me. Eric undid his jeans, pushing them over his plump ass until my hands stopped his.

"Eric, no."

"Please, I want to-,"

"Eric, not yet. I don't want to build this relationship off of lust."

Eric glanced at me over his shoulder. His cheeks were coloured scarlet, his eyes dark. He bit his rosy bottom lip and pulled himself upright, fixing his pants before resting on his knees. He faced the wall, clearly embarrassed by his earlier display and I took the opportunity to pull him back into my lap and cuddle him.

"I love you, Eric. But I want to wait. I want to make it special. Is that ok?"

He blushed again fiercely, his fringe falling perfectly into his eyes. He nodded and with a sweet smile, i butterfly kissed his forehead before laying down on the comforter. Skin to skin, shirts crumpled in a pile on the floor, Eric and I laid in content silence tangled in one another's arms. Love resonated through my body into his, and back. It was like an endless cycle. I'd never admit it to Eric, but at that moment, cuddling him was better than sex. The comfortable silence lasted for a few moments longer before I heard my mother crashing through the kitchen.

I thought back to the box and panicked; she gave it to me for a reason. What if she's destroying it? I jump up and pull my shirt on, running through the house and swing off the door jamb into the kitchen. My limbs go numb when I see Gabby, face bloody and bruised, black wig askew on her head. I rushed to her side, tuning out the sound of Eric's approach. Gabby lay cradled in my arms, breaths shallow and voice hoarse.

"I'm...f-fine.."