Not Quite Sure Yet

Chapter 39

Dear Joey,

I was sat on the bed of the hotel room, waiting for Duke to knock on the door. He had gone to the store on the corner to grab some... necessities, while I got the hotel room. I had sent him the name of the hotel and the room number quickly, desperate for him to get a move on.

Motel 28, room 317. Hurry the fuck up.

The suspense was killing me, so when I heard a firm bang on the door, I lurched forward, taking it open to reveal Duke. He was flushed, eyes shining, and breathing heavily. In his hand was a plastic bag.

"I ran." He said simply. "The woman on the counter gave me a right odd look."

I smiled and pulled him in by the arm, slamming the door behind him. Duke turned, throwing the bag onto the bed. He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me roughly, the feelings of earlier today stirring up again as soon as he touched me. It felt like he had fire on his finger tips whenever he brushed his hands against my skin, which was often, as he was clutching at anything he could.

I moved my lips to his jaw and picked him up, his long legs wrapping eagerly around my waist. I smirked briefly against his neck before returning to sucking and biting, sighing at the moans that were erupting from Dukes lips.

Soon we were laid on the bed, me hovering over Duke, tearing at his clothes. His coat was long gone, thrown somewhere behind me, and his shirt was soon to follow. His lips moved against mine desperately, and I slowly dragged his bottom lip between my teeth, watching his pupils dilate with lust. I let it go with a pop, loving the way Duke  eyes closed briefly.

"Cole." He moaned, pushing his hips up, desperate for friction. I gently pushed his hair back from his face, admiring the way his skin glowed.

"Are you sure?" I whispered, resting my forehead against his. He sighed.

"Cole, I love you. I don't want this with anyone else." He breathed, eyes blazing. I nodded, leaning down to press my lips gently against his. 

"God I love you." I whispered, filled with emotion. Duke nodded and bit softly at my collarbone. I groaned quietly. 

Duke looked up at me. "Please?" He whimpered, once again thrusting his hips up. This time, I copied his actions, grinding down and releasing a loud moan of my own. Duke was making muffled noises, his hand covering his mouth. I pulled it away and looked him dead in the eye. 

"I want to hear you, baby." I breathed, voice raspy with need. He nodded manically, throwing his head back and moaning loudly. I groaned. 

Soon, his hands found the bottom of my t-shirt, ripping it over my head. Both our jeans followed, and the sight of Duke only clad in tight, blue briefs and moaning underneath me was enough to make me nearly lose it. 

"Cole." He whispered, voice breaking with emotion. Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to his ankle, licking a pattern up his strong legs, and when I reached his thigh, I bit down softly. Duke groaned as I soothed the sting with my tongue, moving onto the next ankle and repeating the pattern. Duke was a moaning, whimpering mess beneath me, hands gripping onto sheets desperately, skin glistening with sweat. I reached the hem of his boxers, and dragged my lips over the clothed bulge, catching the waistband with my teeth. I looked up at Duke through my lashes, meeting his heated gaze. 

"Yes." He nodded, reaching down to intertwine our fingers, and I gently pulled the elastic down. 

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Dukes head was on my chest, our laboured breathing filling the room. The bed was sweaty, sticky, and borderline uncomfortable, but I couldn't bring myself to care. All I could feel was the panting boy next to me, the way his back curved against my palm, the way he fitted perfectly against my body. My mind was racing, contradicting the silence of the room, and my thoughts were only of one person;

Duke. In fact, he was all I thought about most of the time. My thoughts were a jumble of DukeDukeDuke, and my body was alive with his touch. He overwhelmed my senses, he was everywhere; my nose was filled with his scent, a mix between lime and vanilla which shouldn't smell as good as it does. I could see his mess of golden hair and intense eyes with the long eyelashes that brushed against his cheekbones, and I couldn't look away. I could feel his hot, soft skin against my own, more comforting and warming than any blanket. I could still taste him, the sweet, addictive drug that is his mouth. I could hear his heavy breathing, the way he hummed slightly, the last song we played on the way here still stuck in his mind. He was everywhere. And he was mine. 

If I could freeze this moment, forever, I would do it in a heartbeat. Duke was everywhere, and I wanted to be taken over by him. I loved this so much I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest, and I'm never going to understand how I fell or why, but I don't want to. 

This love isn't perfect, hell, I don't even believe in perfect. But its the only thing I want. Fuck acceptance, fuck a college tuition, fuck anything else but this. If I had to give up all my worldly possessions to know I'll marry Duke one day, I wouldn't even hesitate.

Because he's my world. My everything. And I'm not letting that go.

“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.”

Cole.  

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Again, this makes me uncomfortable, but it had to be done. Look how soppy Cole is!