Just in love ( Zustin ) ( Sloww Updates)

04.

I growled, hearing my phone going off. Opening my eyes, the first thing I see is Justin's messy hair on my chest. He was laying on the top of me, wrapping his legs around my waist and arms around my torso. I smiled at his cuteness, he automatically becomes really clingy after having sex. I frowned a bit, he's going to be so sore for a while. I made sure he wouldn't be able to walk for next few weeks. He's going to be whiny about it.

  I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and I'm too late because the call ended. I raised my eyebrows, seeing there are 15 missed calls, 25 messages and and even 5 Kik texts.

  Most of them are my family asking where we were, and if we're okay. Mother was apologizing and begging me to come home.

   This is why I couldn't leave my family. They needed me, even my mother, she can be a horrible person for Justin but she's not used to having a homosexual couple in the house. She's an over religious woman and she took our family's honour seriously. In India, being gay is not as easy as being gay in USA. They are judgemental, some people wouldn't turn their backs to kill a girl if she ran away with her boyfriend. So you should understand how serious it is to be homosexual in a place like India. This is not the friendly and innocent place some people shows it as. This is a battle field, if you're not strong enough to fight, you die.

  We had problems like that in the past, once the whole town tried to burn our house down. They wanted to kill me and Justin, because they accused us to be sinners. But I solved the problem my own way. I beat few of their asses, and they backed off. But I know, they still want us dead.

  So I think my mother's worry is not unfair, even though treating my husband like shit is not right. They just don't like Justin because he's white, and is a boy they think all the white people are barbarians. They think they don't have a family, a culture, a faith upon their loved ones. But my Justin proved them wrong, he'd never looked at another guy the way he looks at me. I damn well know he knows what love is, he knows the meaning of a relationship, the meaning of love, the meaning of faithfulness. In fact, he's the bond, he's the love, he's the faith. He's mine and I'm proud to say that. My family just didn't understand that.

   I gently placed Justin on the bed and cover him with the blanket, before climbing down. I kissed his forehead, before picking up my boxers from the floor and pulling them on. I showered last night, so I decided to just brush my teeth and wash my face, also use the toilet.

  We had to get back home because my family is worrying about me. I didn't want to worry them further.

  I walked back into the room and saw Justin still asleep, so I walked over to him and shook him gently. " Babe, time to get up" I said softly. He just groaned, wrapping his arms around my waist and laying his head on my lap. " 'm so tired" he whined.

Chuckling, I kissed his cheek." I know baby, you can sleep as much as you want once we get home, you can sleep in the car, too. " I said.

  " Ughhh!" He groaned, sitting up and wiping his eyes. He had a stain of drool near his lips, I just chuckled, cringing as he wiped it in his arm.

  He jumped out of the bed, dropping the covers and standing in the middle of the room in his naked glory. I bit my lower lip, staring him up and down. His ass was still red, and I smirked at the memory. " I'm so sore" he whined, limping towards the bathroom. " Ouch ah" he whined with every step he took.

I laughed, making him glare at me. " It's your fault" he groaned, making me laugh louder.

  " Not my fault I have a goddess to a husband" I said.

  " Goddess? Husband? That doesn't even make sense" he scoffed.

   " Well, I take it back" I gave him an apologic look. " I have a goddess to a wife" I smirked, as he whined and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.