Numbers // weekman/weekeman

-Part 12-

-Dallon POV-

Oh fuck.

Yeah, this is early.

Do I care? Not necessarily. After all, I did want this. I wanted to kiss him. Like, really bad. This overwhelming feeling of wanting in the pit of my stomach, it feels as if an eagle is trapped in a songbird's cage. Now, while my eyes are closed and my lips are pressed to his in such a loving way, it feels as if that eagle realized it was not a songbird, but indeed something more magnificent, and broke free into its full potential.

And then Ryan pulls away, pushing against my chest with weak hands.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, his head hung in what may have been shame.

My hands go gently to his shoulders, one following the route to his chin, and lifting it up to look at me. His eyes are suddenly bright and wide, like chocolate sprinkled with gold flakes.

"It's okay," I whisper again. It feels natural on my tongue, rolling off of it like sweat down a forehead. "I wanted it." My hands cup his face and I plant a soft kiss on his lips.

He pushes me backward, at first lightly, then aggressively, pouring his body over mine, pinning me down on the couch. It's like a match struck a large stack of lumber in him, a raging fire boiling inside him, boiling and fueling this wanting for me.

His lips part slightly, his tongue tasting tentatively around my lips, waiting for my permission. The eagle calls from somewhere in my mind, telling me, "Do it. You want it. You want him."

And I listen to the song of the eagle.

I want Ryan. My lips are sure of that, their parting motion serving as evidence. My hands grip the back of his shirt and he presses his face closer to mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth, curling around mine. It retreats, and my mouth suddenly feels empty, until a new sensation is sparked after his teeth clamp down on my bottom lip. Then they leave and his tongue his back, and his hands find a place on my cheeks. In one fluid motion, my mouth is empty and closed and Ryan's lips are simply pressed to mine, soft and fearful. I feel them tremble lightly.

He pulls his face away from mine a small bit, and his eyes dash around my features and his thumb flies up to his lips and rests there lightly. "Was that... okay? Was that okay?"

I stare at him for a second then smile. I pull him back down, and his head rests lightly on my chest. My fingers find a place in his hair, warm and familiar.

"I want to get better for you, Dallon," Ryan mumbles. His hands delicately roam my body, never seeming to still.

"Then I'll help you."

"Do you really want to? Are you sure you want to help me? I don't want to burden you-"

"Ryan, stop. I told you, I love you. Right? You believe me?"

He nods against my chest.

"Good. Then I'll do anything I can to help you, because I love you, and I want to see you get better," I say to him.

"Thank you," he murmurs. "Is there any way I can, you know, help you?"

I laugh lightly. "Well, I need a job. I don't wanna be surviving on my ex's money for the rest of my life. I just feel like a thief, you know?"

"That's fair."

"You can be my, like, source for reliability. If you tell them about how handsome and just how utterly kind I am, maybe they'll believe you and that'll get me the job."

Ryan laughs, a sound like a diamond. "Not sure about the 'kind' part. Maybe like, 'sometimes an asshole, but not all the time.'"

"That's perfect!"

"Just don't refer to yourself as Oprah," Ryan adds.

"How about Britney Spears? She can sing, that's close enough to violin."

Ryan clenches my shirt in his fists and I feel his body shake with his laughter. I feel a joy in my mind, directly correlated with how easily I can make this person laugh after pouring out his heart.

"I'm glad that you dropped your number in the case that day, Ryan," I say softly.

"Yeah," he replies, his voice muffled. "Yeah, I am too."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

-hey. it's been a while. suddenly this is blowing up and i started writing this part a while ago and i never had the motivation to finish. i have a youtube channel now, where i post lots of art and that has been taking up most of my time. i want to continue this story, i just hope the motivation comes back to me to do so. thanks so much for reading.-