Everlasting (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 5

Everything about this moment was surreal. A couple minutes after Brett left me, he came back and we finished where we left off. He was on top of me straddling my hips, kissing me so passionately, rubbing his hands through my tousled hair. I laid underneath of him kissing him back, rubbing his back up to his nipples. Our make out session was so intense that I had trouble breathing through all of it. There was no other way to explain our breathing except for when you are done running a marathon, you couldn't breathe and had to recatch it.  

We would take little stops, and when I say little I mean millisecond breaks before we started kissing again. To a sense I was shocked this was all happening for the simple fact we literally just had a conversation not even two days before about him liking a girl. I wasn't going to say anything. I was getting what I wanted and that was Brett. I know I sound so selfish here, but I felt like there was nothing or even anybody else I wanted in the world.  

Brett started smoothy inching off the bed and grabbed the hem of my jeans and stared up at me. He gave me bad boy smile. "Are you ready for this?" He asked seduclivly. I bit my bottom lip, but I wasn't sure what to say. With no answer he took that as a yes, and started pulling my pants.  

I started to squirm, and try to fight him off. I didn't want this. I wanted him, but I wasn't ready for sex. I was still a virgin, and I wanted it to be a person I love, and at the ight time, not when I'm partly drunk. I started fighting back, and pushing him off, he kept coming back for more though. I felt like screaming as loud as I could so the whole world could hear me, but I couldn't get the air to say it. It was as if someone stuffed my mouth full of cement.  

"Get off." I yelled fearfully, suddenly sitting up in the bed, with no one in the room, the sun gleaming through the curtains, and the bed soaked from sweat. Brett coming back was just a dream, a good, a so good dream, that turned into a nightmare.  

Ian busted through the door a couple seconds later.  

"Are you okay?" He panicked.  

I took in a deep breath and rubbed my eyebrow. "Yeah, really bad dream. Just couldn't bare it I guess." I exclaimed.  

"Okay." He giggled. "Well we hae breakfast downstairs being cooked. Get up and eat some damn food."  

"Okay, I'll be down in a couple." 

"Oh, and take a shower. You look like shit." He teased me, closing the door behind him and leaving me.  

Shorly after our conversation, I got up and walked down to the kitchen to join them in breakfast. Laura was at the stove being the kitchen bitch, cooking our food. Isabella and Joey were hovering over her telling them what to put in the omelets, and making toast. Ian was at the table just sitting there. He bounced his head at me. When Ian did that it means come there. I walked over to the him and bent down over beside him.  

"Yeah?" I asked. 

"Later on, I want to talk about something with you." His tone was so serious it gave me a chill up spine.  

I was thinking of the dramatic change he went through. He was happy upstairs, then you come downstairs and he looks so serious. "About what?" I asked, trying not to studder because I didn't want him to know I was scared of what it was. 

"I don't want to do it here, private." He glanced over at the others.  

"My house tonight, eight?" I asked.  

He shook his in approval at me. I sat back up straight and looked over at the others.  

"Don't put no onions in mine." I yelled over.