Greece One Shots

Touch

A/N: love me some troye sivan :)

Enjoy!!

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(Reece's POV)



Since Blake was staying with a mate for the weekend, George and I decided to go see a late night movie, bored of sitting around in the quiet hotel room. The movie was one of those ones that was good in the moment but now we're out of the cinema, I have no idea what actually happened. I was still buzzed from a good night though.

I opened the door and let George walk through first, closing the door and throwing the keys on the nearest surface. It was late, maybe midnight, maybe later, but I wasn't tired. I wouldn't say I had mass amounts of energy but I guess the sugary drinks and popcorn we had woke our bodies a little bit.

Stopping near the sofa, I finally broke the comfortable silence that had settled between us. "It's been a good night. You tired yet?"

He turned to face me, rather quick at the sudden burst of noise, shrugging. "Not really. We probably had a little too much sugar."

"I think you pronounced definitely wrong." I laughed softly, throwing myself onto the sofa now.

He walked around and sat down at the opposite end, leaning his head against his arm and giving me a smile.

"Did you like the movie?"

"Honestly, I don't remember." I chuckled.

"So, it's not just me?"

He perked up a little and shuffled a bit closer.

"No. Like, it was such an eventful movie, but I don't even remember the plot. I think I liked it though."

He laughed as he agreed with every word. "The dog didn't die and that's all that matters."

"I second that."

I looked to my feet as I laughed, noticing the shoelace that had untied itself. But I felt his elbow rest on my shoulder which became the main focus of my attention. It went silent after that, though, no sound but our breathing. It was dark, too. The only thing lighting the room enough to see his sparkling eyes was the moonlight. It was strange. With nothing to hear, nothing to see, nothing to feel; I felt the need to shift my gaze, somehow finding it's way to George's face. I was only looking slightly through my eyelashes but he caught me anyways. And his eyes didn't move from mine as he lent just a little bit closer. It wasn't close enough that I knew he wanted something, but it was close enough that I knew I did. And I didn't mean to but I still let my eyes fall to the curl of his lips, unable to drag them anywhere else, suddenly feeling his hand rest gently on my thigh. We froze like that for what felt like minutes, but it was only seconds. The moon was slowly shifting and dimming the room. I finally lent a little closer, taking one breath before reaching out and touching his lips with my own. One gentle but breathless kiss. I hadn't even noticed my hand moving itself to his cheek until I pulled away for air. I used that time to let him back out if he wanted to, but all he did was take a breath and kiss me again, this time harder. It didn't matter in this moment that we're best friends because all I could focus on were his lips moving smoothly against mine. I noticed him shiver, though, when I gingerly brushed my fingers down his cheek and to his jaw, effortlessly parting his lips to feel more, taste more. It seemed he was just as wanting as me, gliding his tongue against my own, the kiss getting harder and far more passionate as time went on. Each touch of our lips only brought more heat. I eventually let my hands take over completely and explore his body on a search for the hem of his shirt. I got there after a while and started sliding it up his torso, the cold from my hands against his bare skin causing his breath to shudder. I heard it and I felt it, I wanted more. My lungs were burning, screaming at me for air but I just couldn't pull away, my lips aching to be free but aching to be touched. His shirt was discarded first, my hands travelling up his back to his hair. They didn't stay there long, though, because I instead pulled away at long last. I didn't give him enough time to question it and rose to my feet, reaching for his hands and pulling him with me. I think he got the message as he started walking me towards my bed. Our kiss didn't break, not once, not even when I shuffled myself comfortably against the headboard and let him straddle my lap. Soon after that, my shirt was too discarded and we were left skin on skin when he got close enough. His hands held onto my wrists, working our lips together as he pinned them against the hard surface behind me, letting my head rest back against it too. It didn't take long for his lips to want somewhere else, somewhere new and sensitive. He moved down my neck while I tilted my head to the side, giving him complete access to wherever he wanted, soon discovering he wanted everywhere as his lips worked over every exposed piece of skin there. But there was one spot he couldn't seem to leave. He kept pulling at the skin, sucking harder each time his lips reconnected with it, nibbling until I couldn't hold back the moan crawling up my throat. And that only made him greedier. He moved lower, letting my arms drop now to which I moved them into his hair. His moved down to my hips now, nails digging in each time I tugged the strands curled in my fists. He did catch me by surprise when he pulled me down swiftly, ending on my back, the only thing lit in the dark room being his bright blue eyes, yearning for more than he had. I wanted more too. But he didn't move and neither did I. He watched as my eyes flicked between the two of his and our breaths mingled together. It was chilling, the feeling of his breath on my lips and the feeling of his hands on my bare skin. But there was a certain heat to the situation that made up for the chill. The heat only intensified when he slowly moved one hand down my body, the other one holding his weight above me, the button of my trousers popping. That's what finally snapped my attention somewhere away from his eyes, letting him kiss me again now. The kiss was broken rather quickly, though. I couldn't help it. The gasp that left my lips as his hand slid onto the fabric of my underwear and moved exactly the way I wanted to, it was enough to make his own breath hitch. It was enough to make us both feel the realness of this situation and just how bad we wanted it. It was enough to make him remove his own trousers before finally removing mine. And while I had the chance, I let my eyes scan his body. From his face that had a dull glow to it, the moonlight bouncing off his chest and the beautiful skin all the way down to the only remaining clothing on his hips. My eyes fluttered closed again when he lent forward to catch my lips in his own again, trailing them down my body with a little more speed now. When he got to my hips, my breathing got faster and my mind raced, my heart thumped. And then a breath of cold air hit me, soon replaced by the warmth of his lips right where I wanted them. I almost choked on the sharp intake of air but it was pushed out of me in the sound of a moan instead. He only moved further down my length, taking me all in now. My fists curled in the sheets as I threw my head back and I could both hear and feel him moan at the sight. Looking down at him, I appreciated my view too. The way he looked when his eyes caught mine sent more than just butterflies in my stomach wild and a shiver down my spine. It sent my whole body crazy. But as I felt myself building up to a high, he pulled off and dove for my lips again. Loving the feeling of his skin, I moved my hands up and down his back as our kiss got sloppier and more desperate. When I knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer, I moved my hands even lower, kneading and massaging and getting some whimpering moans from him. The way those noises made me feel is nothing short of indescribable. So I removed the remaining of his clothes and gripped his hips, readier than ever. Holding onto my shoulders, he lined himself up and sank down, faint whimpers slipping past his lips. My jaw fell open as I took a deep breath. I let it out in a heavy sigh, waiting for him to continue when he's ready. And it didn't take long. Slowly, he lifted himself up and back down, our moans drowning together. The first few times were slow, getting us going, but then he sped up. As he did, his thumb found my nipple and got to work there. He had profanities falling from my lips, some that I wasn't even sure were real, maybe just my imagination taking over while my head was somewhere else. He moved faster still, our hearts erratically beating and our mouths giving away what our bodies felt. I couldn't stand the distance between us as he kept moving so I pulled him closer, down to kiss his lips again, humming and moaning against them. I could feel him losing energy as his legs were probably aching by now, weak for a reason different from my own. I could hear it in his panting too. So I thought now would be a good time to make a switch, flipping us over with ease and thrusting suddenly hard into him. It felt amazing on my half and I know he felt it too, the extremely loud gasp followed my loud moans and repetitive callings of my name. So I hit there again, and again, and again. His nails were digging into my shoulder blades and definitely leaving marks but the pain was easily drowned out by the pleasure. I moved faster and harder, giving it my all and making him screw his eyes shut. I didn't want to close my eyes because I didn't want to lose the sight in front of me. He was weak, almost shaking, beginning to squirm a little. I knew neither of us would last much longer so in an attempt to get as much pleasure out of this as I could, for his sake and mine, I changed positions slightly. I only tilted his body a little, his legs wrapping tighter around me, and I knew he felt what I did. It was a new wave of pleasure that sent him over the edge. As he came undone, the anticipated feeling causing all sorts of noises to escape from him, I stroked him lightly. A few more thrusts at full speed while his walls closed in and I lost myself too. My head felt airy, my whole body tingling, I laid down on top of him after pulling out. I didn't want to open my eyes. I knew the dream-like feeling would be over as soon as I did, I knew I'd have to stare into the eyes of my best friend who I just did that with, I knew the moment would be over and I probably would never get it back. Whatever I'm feeling now, it's only right now and I want to keep that as long as I can. It surprised me when - I assume - he felt the same way, only wrapping his arms tighter around me, hands moving soothingly as we gained our breaths again. I just stroked his hair from his face and left my head in the crook of his neck. And by the time my breath was back, his own panting breaths in my ear slowing down, I felt my eyes drooping drastically. Maybe sleeping it off was the best option. Maybe talking this out when we no longer have the lingering feeling of an incredible high will make thing so much easier. With that thought, I started rolling off of him. I planned to pull him in again, but by his words, he wasn't aware of that.

"Hold me," slipped from his mouth in a simple whisper.

I didn't hesitate to listen.

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A/N: i think this is the least amount of dialogue i've ever had lmao

but i really wanted to update for you guys to make myself feel better sjksjks i hate that i'm so unproductive. i have been writing more one shots lately though!

i hope it's good and you like it, i've read it like 3 times and i have a different opinion every single time lol, let me know and i'll see you when i see you xxxx