Love And Abandonment

the morning after

I wake up in hero's bed, still feeling physically drained, and tired. I push the blanket off me to discover my nude body laying underneath, OMG! Memories of hero between my legs, biting on my thighs, and kissing me play through my mind. He left marks on the nape of my neck, all over my hips, and some on my thighs. Hero's body leaning in the door way pulls me from my thoughts, and all I can do is stare at him, and before I knew it, I blurted out what's on my mind.

"Did we have sex?" I say a little to calm

"Uhm" he says with wide eyes, a shocked expression playing on his face.

"Don't uhm me tiffin, did we have sex?" I say a bit more serious to get my point across.

"Do you not remember?" He says a scared look now evident on his face

"No hero, I don't remember, and it'd be nice if you could just tell me" I do Remember, but I just need to know, I need it to be said aloud.

"No love we didn't,  but I uhm.... I did go down on you"

"Oh jesus" I say as i feel the anxiety pulsating within my body.

"Huh? So I'm guessing you changed your mind about me"

"No, it's not that Hero, it's just.."

"Just what?"

"Last night would've been my first time hero"

His face goes blank, pale even.

"Oh" is all he says

"What?"

"You're a virgin, I don't do virgin's

"You know what? It's okay, it really is, from what I remember, you weren't that skilled anyway. I say without really thinking, but that kinda hurt after being intimate with him.

"Maybe not, but for a virgin it really didn't take much to get between your legs, I'm pretty sure I could've fucked"

"I guess I anticipated you to be better, to bad the the reality didn't live up to the expectations I sadly had for you"

"Leave"

"Gladly" I say getting up, and walking to the door.

"You're a sad little boy hero, I thought you were good, but clearly you're not"

"I think you're right"

I leave the room, not responding to the rude British boy I once liked.

" Hey bexly, you don't have your car, Pete took it last night"

"I'll walk"

"You didn't bring clothes with you, and your other ones are covered in water, mud, and ice cream. Do you want to borrow a pair of my sweats, and a t-shirt?"

"Are you fucking mental?"

"Maybe just a tad bit, but I'm not just gonna let you show up to work covered in ice creams, or nude. I might not want to fuck you as much, but I don't want you to potentially fuck up your job by looking an absolute wreck"

"I'll take my chances" I say, but he grabs my waste, and slings me over his shoulder.

"Put me down right fucking now, or I swear to the God's above I'll murder you"

"Come down teeny tot, you're not capable of such an atrocity" he says putting me down

"Oh you have no idea what I'm capable of you British twat"

"Ouch that stung, just let me give you some fucking clothes, and I'll take you to work, after that I could give a fuck less about what you do"

I just stayed silent as he reaches in his dresser, and pulls out a pair of black sweats with grey on the side, and then runs to his closet to retrieve a shirt. He returns with a large gray, black, and white vans shirt.