m y l e s *
(11/11/19 yay! new cover for the book! and yes, every letter of 'Oneshot' is supposed to be in a different font. I thought it was kind of cool, and represented the fact that in every new chapter/story, there are different characters! I also added my watermark to it. I just love how the cover came out-haha-!)
Skylar, one of my best friends, is currently going through a ton; I just want to be there for him as much as I can, but he pushes me away a lot. I go over to his house for the weekend, as his family is out of town. I knock on his bedroom door when I get there, but go in without waiting for an answer. I put my bag down on the floor and cross the floor to where Skylar is sitting on his bed.
"Hey," I say softly.
He looks up at me.
I sit down in front of him. "You're not getting rid of me, you know that, right?" I tell him.
He nods.
"Skylar, please--please talk to me," I say softly. "I know that this is hard, but I have no clue what to say or do if you don't talk to me,"
He looks at me and shrugs.
"Sky!" I say. "Please, I just want you to be happy, and to be okay,"
The silence between us remains; I get off of his bed.
"Alright, well I'm gonna go downstairs for a few minutes," I say. I don't wait for his response; there won't be one.
I'm standing in the kitchen when I feel arms wrap around my waist. Skylar's lips are pressed against my neck, pressing soft kisses against my skin.
"What are you doing?" I ask him, trying to turn around. He keeps kissing my neck, and I put my hands over top of his, leaning back when he finds my sweet spot. Before I can stop it, a moan rolls out of my mouth. I can feel Skylar's lips tug upward into a smirk.
"Oooh, Sky!" I moan. "Sky..."
He moves his lips from my neck to my jawline.
"Sky, please don't tease me," I moan softly. "You know how I feel about you,"
"Hmm?" Skylar hums in my ear.
I moan his name again. "Sky, stop," I whimper. "Please don't do this. You know how I feel about you."
"Hmm?" he hums again. "What, baby?"
I let out a groan mixed with a whimper. I don't know why he's doing this, he knows that I like him, I mean he has to if he's kissing all up on me.
"How'd you find out?" I ask him, as he moves his lips down my neck.
"You just told me," he says softly in my ear, starting to move his hands up and down my body.
"But--"
"I started doing it because I wanted to, Myles, you told me you liked me,"
I bite my lip as I let out a whimper when his lips meet my sweet spot once more.
"Hmm, you must like that..." he says, his voice low and seductive. "Especially in this spot,"
He goes harder with kisses on my sweet spot.
My jaw drops, my mouth hanging open; I reach back with my hand, tucking my fingers in his hair, letting out a moan.
"Sk-Sk-Sky-Skylar," I manage to moan out.
"Hmm?" he asks, knowing full well what he's doing to me. His hands are still moving up and down the front of my body.
I let out a whimper. One of his hands meets the button on my pants.
"It seems we have a problem here," he whispers softly, looking at me.
I don't say anything but bite my lip.
He unbuttons my pants, sliding his hand into them.
"Mmmph," Is what escapes my mouth.
"How are we gonna take care of that, hmm?" Skylar asks me, the seductive tone still heavy in his voice.
"You're gonna kiss me," I say, finally regaining something inside of me. I whirl around and slam my lips against his forcefully and rough. This kiss is heated, passionate, messy... He hums against my mouth, holding me close against him, holding me tightly. I cup his face in my hands, trying to move backward, but somehow he's regained complete control. He pushes me against the counter, his hands rubbing across my stomach.
Skylar kisses the back of my bare shoulder softly as we lay cuddled up in his bed underneath his blankets. I have one of his arms pulled around me, our hands linked together.
"I love you," I whisper softly, rolling over to face him. He moves a leg and hooks it with mine.
"I love you too," he whispers, kissing my lips gently. I squeeze his hand, eyeing the hickey I gave him earlier, almost in the exact same spot that (one of) mine is in. His eyes are sparkling and he is smiling as he looks at me. I drag a finger across his face lazily as I look at him.
"You're so perfect," I say softly, the corners of my mouth dragging upward.
He smiles at me. "No, but you are," he whispers, pressing his lips to mine once more.
I smile against his lips. When the kiss is broken, I reach over and pinch myself.
"What are you doing?" he asks me, laughing a little.
"I'm just making sure that this is real," I tell him.
"It's real, believe me," He reaches over and pinches me. Nothing changes, so it's real.
"First of all, ouch," I say, holding up a finger. "Second of all thanks. And third of all, I love you,"
He smiles at me, leaning in and pressing his lips against mine easily.
"I'm glad you're here," he whispers, hooking a finger with mine.
I look at him. "Me too," I say, almost noiselessly.
"You have no idea," he begins, kissing me. "How much I love you,"
"I think I do," I say.
"No, you really don't. Thank you, for saving, from myself," he whispers, pressing his lips against mine.
"I just want you to be happy," I whisper, closing my eyes as he presses a kiss to my brow.
"With you, I am happy," he says, looking at me for a few seconds before he leans forward and kisses my lips.
1/21/20
I kinda love this
Yes, I know it's not like a lot of the things I write, but I was just kinda letting my fingers type and this is what we ended up with
