I've Fallen For A Mischief Maker (A Sex God Sequel) ~SORTING IN PROGRESS~

Chapter Nine: Don't Get Dressed

It's been a while lovelies, but this chapter will make up for all the bad that has happened in the other chapters. More than the last chapter did ;P

I think that Memphis and Dustin just need some good in their lives atm, plus i need to fix my ratings because they've gone down... i wonder why hahah

ENJOY!

Memphis' P.O.V

I ran my hands through my wet hair as I walked into my bedroom. I was letting my bare chest air dry because my towel was currently wrapped around my waist and stopping the cool breeze coming through my bedroom window from attacking the family jewels. The sun was shining too, warming up the room.

It was a bright fresh day. And what was better, Dustin was laying on my bed on his stomach, snoozing in the sunlight with his lips slightly parted. He'd come over early this morning to crash because the baby kept him awake all night. I chuckled as my dad appeared in my door frame.

“Hey kiddo, just heading to work,” dad said, looking drained. He's pretty much just worked himself staggered ever since my mum died.

“Sure dad,” I sighed. He came in and hugged me, patting my back in an awkward kind of way. Me and my dad have never really been... close, but I appreciated the effort he was making now.

“There's money on the counter for dinner because I'll probably be working late again. Maybe you and Dustin can get pizza okay?” And then he was gone, the front door closing with a bang. I turned back to my sleeping boyfriend and grinned, kneeling down by his head. With two fingers I brushed back his fringe behind his ear and kissed his forehead lightly.

My boy was now the man I knew he was dying to be. He was almost as tall as me now, and hairier. His voice was deeper and his muscles bulged from the new fitness routine I'd gotten him into. Apparently he'd continued it even after... Anyway, we were together again and that's all that mattered. I bit my lip, feeling kind of mischievous thinking about the fact that even though Dustin was a man now, I was still on top.

I hooked my hand under his cheek and lifted his head slightly so that I could reach his lips with mine. I brushed them together, and then decided I better not wake him and got up to dress. I went to the wardrobe and looked inside. It was empty aside from the pile of stuffed animals at the back because I always forgot to hang my clothes up, so I went to the draws. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and some jocks, and chucked them on my desk to dress.

“Don't,” Dustin mumbled in his sleep. I looked over my shoulder to see him waking, sleepy and rubbing his eyes. He was grinning and staring at my crotch.

“Don't what?” I teased. Dustin yawned and lifted himself up onto his hands and knees, crawling up my bed towards me.

“Don't get dressed,” he said sleepily, grabbing my hips and pulling me down onto him on the bed as he laid back. I wrapped my arms around him protectively and kissed his forehead as he tried undoing my towel with his tongue between his lips in concentration. I chuckled, brushing my thumb down the length of his face.

“Do you love me?” I breathed, sighing contently. I could look at him forever. Okay I know, I'm losing my manly edge, but this is coming from the guy with the fluffy stuffed toys. Besides, Dustin's been rubbing off on me.

Dustin's eyes flicked up to mine, pausing, and he lifted his eyebrows at me.

“Are you kidding?” he asked me, making me laugh.