•It All Started With A Phone Call•

NĮNĖ [m]

KÅY

I'm stroking Rory's bare spine as he plants lazy kisses down my jaw.

It's beautiful. The sun is setting through the one window in Rory's room and the glass, which was disoriented, made the gold rays crawl across the floor, slipping off the bed by my side. There's the buzz of the aircon and the press of Rory's grin and body up to me.

We've been lying here for the past three hours and I'm in heaven. We haven't spoken about what's going to happen next, but we've discussed the fact that I wasn't into just friends with benefits, and Rory seemed to agree.

It was going perfect, I hadn't stopped smiling. I could just lay here forever, stroking Rory's skin lightly as he laid half on top of me.

"Now I really don't want to go." Rory chuckles into my neck. I hum in response, combing my other hand through Rory's white hair. "they want to get me out of town, the police think that the message was real and that it was sent from someone inside."

"I'll kill them," I growled. I yanked Rory up to my mouth by the hair and kissed him possessively and rushed.

Rory groaned submissively and let me take full control over him. I dominated his mouth, exploring it. I grabbed him around the waist and threw him under me. I crawled over the top of him and held his neck firmly in my palm.

Rory's eyes fluttered as I press down harder on him, grabbing my wrist and digging his nails into me. He wasn't pushing me off so I don't move.

He stares me in straight in the eye with his blue ones hooded and my whole being erupted into shivers.

"Fuck, pet," I growl and kiss him roughly. I pin Rory's hands above his head and he twists his fingers around the metal poles of his headboard. I wonder if he would like handcuffs? He seemed to look enthusiastic about being tied up and held down.

I pull back to look down at him, his eyes are shut blissfully, his cheeks bubble gum pink and mouth open, tongue falling lazily over his bottom lip as he pants. The things I want to do to this boy-

My breathing quickens at how fucking gorgeous this boy is, and he can't even see it. He was beautiful, no matter the scars and marks. I tell him so and he whimpers.

"I'm not, " he whimpered again.

"You are," I tell him firmly. I rearrange us, have Rory's curled up in my lap and me sitting against the uncomfortable headboard. "I will not let you think you are any less than beautiful, perfect and adorable. Not when you are around me. I will remind you everyday of how special and wonderful you are-"

I was going to say more but Rory's bedroom door opened. I presumed it had been half-opened for half of my mini-rant, but Cole and Jayden decided to open it fully now.

I sputter a bit because two very disappointed looking fathers are watching Rory nuzzle further into my neck.

"Go away." Rory huffed, leaning out of my neck slightly so that they can hear him from the other side of the room.

"Your uncles are here." Cole tried.

"I'm not going." Rory snapped and turned his head to the wall, cheek on my shoulder and hands in my hair.