Wait A Fanboy

The beginning

"I felt my heart race as he lowered himself above me. I tensed as his legs-"
          I threw the book across the room. Then I ran back over to where I threw it, sinking into the floor. I felt my knees close together in anticipation at what his legs would do. I picked up the book up and touched the cover before clenching it and debating whether to throw it again. Finally. Finally. My guy, Jamison Harris, finally made them canon. It was a good ass motherfucking day. I prepared myself before flipping through the pages to find where I left off. I blinked a few times and swallowed loudly before reading on to see what them legs do.

          "I tensed as his legs slowly parted my knees, which I had been holding together. He placed his head to hover just above my neck. I shivered as I felt his hot breath warm my skin. His hair slowly fell to create a curtain around us. He placed his lips on my skin. I felt how they were chapped, but how smooth they felt as they slid across my skin, tracing down my neck to my collar bones. I flushed hotly when I saw his eyes watching me, my reactions. I turned my head, feeling profoundly embarrassed. His hands snaked it's way up my waist to my chin, turning my head back to look at him."

           I shut the book with a slam.
  
           Bitch. Phoenix. What a fucking queen. What the fucking hell, man. Holy shit. Oh Lord. Oh my god Lord. Matt needs to fucking not, man. Oh god. I rested my head in my hands. Oh my god. I'm gonna die how trash is this. But good trash. I give credit where it's due. Jamison didn't need to do this. But he did. And even if it's trash, oh my god. It's happening. It's canon. I'm gonna cry all over of this fucking book when I'm done. A year I waited for this book. Three years I waited for this crap to be canon. And it's happening. Oh my god. Doing countless breath exercises, I opened the book again to the page.

        "His hand snaked it's way up my waist to my chin, turning my head back to look at him. He brought his face close to mine, pressing his lips against mine gently. He pushed his hands deep into my hair. His body began to press against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him. I let my hand roam his back. I pressed my nails into his skin whenever he grinded his hips into mine. When he pulled his face away, his face was a delirious color of red. He pressed his mouth onto my ear. My lids drooped at the heat of his breath.

          'Matthew' he whispered. A chill ran through my spine as he said my name so lowly, so soft. 'Look at me. I want you to watch me' I squeezed my eyes together as he pushed himself up to look at me. 'Look at me' he repeated. His breath smelled like smoke and gum. His hand ran down the side of me, reaching below the hem of my pants. When he went far enough, I arched forward, my eyes flying forward. As my vision cleared, I saw him. Phoenix, propped over me,  his gaze lust-induced, yet so gentle and loving. I watched him as he dragged his lips down my torso."

           I closed the book softly, debating whether or not to keep reading or just set myself on fire, how hot this shit was. I turned the book over and over in my hands. Briefly, I considered why I was alive and blessed with this piece of artwork. Jamison Harris,  bless your damn soul.

Hi Guys this story is by one of my friends at school who does not want anyone to know their real name. Since that is the case and I still want to give them credit they would like to be called Aarinfan by the readers of this book.
Here is an A/N from the author of this story.
'Hey everyone out there that actually decided to click on this! It's awesome that my stuff can be read by you and updates will be frequent👍
Thank you, Aarinfan.'