rose epidemic

peony

good morning matt.

you wake up in your bed. your lights still on.

last night was a blur. your body still hurts.
you never thought of yourself to be the dominant type.
you never thought you would even do anything remotely intimate with tord.
or anyone.

but last night comes rushing back to you as soon as you open your eyes.

how you took his clothes off.
how close you held him.
how rough you pinned him down.
how excited and worried and nervous and lustful you were.

how enjoyable it was.
how.... free.... and happy.... and loving he looked at you.
the noises and grunts and groans and moans and gasps and sighs and...
how loud you both were....
you never thought about that.
you never cared about that.
neither of you.

what does this mean?
what are you both?
are you even anything?
was it just a one time thing?
god you hope it wasnt just a one time thing.

he felt so indescribably perfect--- better than you couldve ever imagined and you, a twink, a fucking skinny ginger, dominated him.

wow....
you snap out of it.

you look around, in hopes of seeing tord there with you-

he is.

he is laying beside you, sleeping soundly, looking so peaceful.

for once in your life...

you feel happy. truly happy.
youre happy you did that.
youre happy you asked him to come to your room.
youre happy hes beside you right now.
youre happy that you were treated like a god.
youre happy that hes asleep.
youre happy he felt amazing.
youre happy you pleased him.
youre happy....

what does this mean?
was he drunk?
was he high?

there is.... no way anyone, nonetheless tord... wouldve voluntarily made love with you.

what were you thinking?
what the hell is wrong with you?
when he wakes up he wont remember last night.
he'll wonder why hes naked.
why his spine hurts.
why his legs hurt.
why he cant walk.
why hes with you.
why he feels violated.
why hes-

you look up.
tords on top of you.

you dont know what to say.

"good morning~" the norwegian coos, smirking a little, his tired face and eyes hold the universe as he smiles softly.

hes...
not angry?
right?
hes not disgusted?
.....

"ah- morning tord" you smile back with him, not moving, you dont want to do something wrong.

tord lays on you, on your chest, nuzzling up to your neck.

like a cat.

you look down at him, sweating, scared to death.

tord bites.
he bites your neck, a little above your collarbone, and hard.

you moan out- youre surprised.
is he trying to kill you?
to rip your throat out?
what the fuck is happening?
oh my god
but
it feels so amazing.

you dont care if hes killing you.
you put your hands across his back, taking sharp breaths as tord marks you.

its over as soon as it began.

he pulls away from your neck.
"youre mine now, you have one to match the one you gave me"

you look around his body.
hes fucking covered in love bites, neck to waist.

you did that?

were you that into it?

"oh haha." you laugh nervously, then slightly sit up
"so um.....sorry if this is a stupid question-- what does this make us?" youre right. that was a stupid question.

tord looks a little.... uneasy and.... reluctant with his answer.

"uh- boyfriends i assume?" he responds slowly.

boyfriends......
impossible.