Complexes (LGBT) (boyxboy)

chapter 25

Chapter 25

I was fast asleep when the sound of a door closing woke me. 

Rolling onto my back, I opened my eyes, squinting in the sunlight that was shining through the window. Lucas had just come into the room. 

Where he went? I didn't know or care. He was fully dressed though and looked ready to tackle the day, unlike me who would rather sEmily in bed all day. "Mm, what time is it?" I groaned as I wiped my eyes. "Don't worry, you don't have to get up for class just yet." He assured me. "You're too much of an early bird." I commented. 

He smiled and came closer. He tugged at the sheet covering my body and I didn't hesitate before moving over to make some room for him. 

He got in bed with me, an arm loosely draped across my stomach, and his head rested on my shoulder. I rolled towards him, hugging him closely, letting my fingers play across his back. I loved mornings like this. "How are you feeling?" I asked. 

Last night's conversation was coming back to me. It was intense, but he seemed fine now. "Better than ever." He said genuinely. He buried his face in my neck and kissed it lightly. Sure, it was probably meant to be innocent, but I was a teenage boy and any sign of affection would be made into something much more than it actually was. 

His warm breath on my neck was beginning to do things to me. It was morning. I had just woken up. My body was relaxed and more responsive to the slightest of touches. "You were so good to me last night." He said as he cuddled in closer to me. "I try." I said simply. I breathed in deeply. I felt like this was a repeat of last night and if he kept being this close to me then I knew what would happen. 

It was already happening, pressing against his thigh. I cleared my throat and rolled onto my back. There was no doubt he felt that. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me. Yeah, he felt it. "You really can't control yourself, can you?" He asked in amusement. "It's your fault." I accused. 

At least I wasn't embarrassed this time. 

I had a feeling this was going to happen a lot while living with him.

 It was inevitable. "I'm sorry." He said a little sarcastically. He moved closer and slowly, softly pressed his lips to my neck. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth. 

He was doing this on purpose now. I knew he was when he kissed my neck again. The warm palm of his hand tenderly slid across my stomach, stopping on my hip. "What are you doing?" I asked calmly. "Nothing." He said sweetly. He kissed my collar bone and I held back a gasp, instead breathing out deeply. I bit my bottom lip, on the one hand trying to control myself because I couldn't handle it if he left me high and dry again, but on the other hand I wanted to indulge in what he was making me feel. 

He kissed me again, and this time I felt his teeth nipping along my skin. His fingers slipped past the fabric of my boxers, but only a little bit, almost teasingly. 

He couldn't be messing with me again, not after last night. "Are you trying to kill me?" I asked. "Not this time." He spoke into my ear. He pulled back a little then kissed my lips, only briefly, leaving me wanting more. He looked at me and I gave him a questioning stare. 

I was confused. What was he up to? He wasn't ready for more, but he was pulling all the moves. Did he change his mind? Or did he realize the power he had over me and was teasing me? I didn't get it. Maybe this was some sort of gay guy ritual I missed in homosexual 101. "You've just been such a good boy." He said. My interest in what was going on had officially peaked. "A good boy?" I questioned. "Mhm, and good boys get rewarded." He said.

 I smiled and couldn't help but laugh a little. "Rewarded? Now I feel like I'm at the beginning of a cheesy porno." I told him. "Are you making fun of me?" He asked, not at all sounding offended, but it was more like a warning. I loved when he got all playful like this. "Maybe." I shrugged. "So, now you're being bad." He said. "Am I?" I asked. "Yes. Maybe I'll have to punish you instead." He threatened. The thought, surprisingly, had me a little excited, even though I knew he was joking.