But He Loves Me~~{Tyrus} COMPLETED

23

•Cyrus•
        Today's the day. The day I let TJ make love to me. Except, he doesn't know that yet. It's been officially a year since TJ and I got together and I feel like I trust him now. I trust that boy with every inch and fiber of my being. When his eyes look into mine, the whole world disappears and it's only us there. Jesus, I sound like a Dear Evan Hansen song.

        "Cyrus, why are you awake? It's early." I laughed, coming away from his window seat to sit in the bed with him. I ran my hand across his cheek, kissing his lips softly. When I pulled away, his eyes stayed closed and he smiled.
"It's noon, my love." He groaned, pulling me to lay on him.
"Why must the day time exist? Why must I be awake?" I giggled at his words.
"Because if you slept all day you wouldn't know that I fully plan on having sex tonight." I spoke nonchalantly, his eyes snapping open.
"Please tell me I didn't hear the wrong?" He mumbled, I shook my head.

        TJ sat up, a wide smile on his face. His face was tinted red as he pulled me in to hug me against his body. Not in a harmful or sexual way, a soft and loving and reassuring one. He placed a small and long kiss on the top of my head, leaning against his wall with his arms around me.

      "Why today?" He asked, toying with the bottom of my t-shirt.
"Well, I've been thinking about it for a while. And since Jag's birthday was yesterday, that marks our one year of being together. I trust you." I mumbled, looking up at him.
"I just don't want you pushing yourself if you're not ready." I switched my position so I was sat on his lap.
"I'm ready," I kissed him briefly, "I promise."

*time skip*
•TJ•
          "Hey, Grady can I talk to you for a minute?" I questioned, standing in the doorway of my older brother's bedroom while Cyrus showered.
"Talk away my young brethren." I took a deep breath, entering the room and shutting the door.
"What's having sex like?" And that's when he smiled.
"So, Cyrus wants to have sex with you? Nice, nice." I stated and I blushed.
"Yes he does. And I don't know what to do or how to approach that." I mumbled, sitting on a chair in the room and messing with my thumbs.
"Don't act all weird about it. You've had heated make out sessions right?" He smirked as I nodded.
"Yeah, a couple times." I rubbed the back of my neck causing Grady to laugh.
"And how heated are we talking?" My face turned crimson at the question.
"Like, he has needed to stop and cold shower before and so have I. We have gotten so heated that he had a panic attack." Graft smiled, opening a drawer.
"Well, make sure he knows that you can stop whenever he wants so that another attack doesn't happen." He pulled a box out of his drawer and I knew exactly what it was once he got it.
"Be careful Gray, we might not be the same size." I laughed out, him throwing the box at me.
"Nah, Cyrus asked me to buy those last night. They're yours. Your size. I knew this was gonna happen, dumbass."
"Oh..." Grady chuckled.
"Make it special for him. He's a nice guy. He deserves it." I nodded.
"Yeah. I know. He deserves more than I can give him."

I stood and left the room, going into my kitchen. My dad is gone on a business trip, so I just need to make sure I get the girls and Grady out of the house. I entered my room again, making up my bed with new and clean comforters and pillowcases. I put some of his favorite stuffed animals on the bed too. He never brings clothes into the bathroom with him, only boxers. So, I took a t-shirt of mine out of my closet and sprayed it with my cologne for him, placing it on my bed.

Special. I have to make it special. How the fuck do I make it special? I'm not one for specialties or emotions...or relations for that matter. I've never felt this way about someone before or thought about this stuff with someone before. It's this whole other universe that I'm not used to, but I'm absolutely loving every second of it.

"What are you thinking about, my love?" I jumped slightly, Cyrus's arms wrapping around my waist. His bare chest was pressed against my back and I smiled from the pet name.
"I'm thinking about you. Tonight. Stuff." I turned around, placing a kiss on his lips. Cyrus kisses back, pulling away and picking up the shirt I left for him. He slipped it over his head, covering his body.
"Well, mister, I promise you that it'll be wonderful." He kissed me again. I smiled.
"Bambi, I made the bed for you. I want today to be all about you. Go lie down and I'll bring you your favorite breakfast, okay?" Cyrus smiles really wide, hugging me tightly.
"Okay. Can I pick a movie too?" I nodded, laughing as he jumped into bed and grabbed his teddy bears in his arms. He snuggled himself under the covers and put Disney's Moana on the tv.