The Price of Love (Boyxboy)

19.5

dean p.o.v.

The warm touch of sunlight streaming in through the window woke me gently, my lips parting in a yawn and my eyes cracking open, only to squint at the brightness. I blinked sleepily, looking around, confused for a moment before realizing I was still at the cabin.

I struggled to get up, but the dead-weight of Alex's arms around me dragged me down, keeping me close to him. I almost gave up and snuggled back up next to him when I remembered what had happened last night and my attempts to get away became even more desperate.

I finally managed to push his arm off of me and I sat up, rubbing my eyes, probably smearing any traces of eyeliner I had left on. I shuffled into the bathroom to relieve myself and wash my face. The cold water on my skin woke me up, and I gazed blearily at my reflection in the mirror, waiting for my vision to clear.

I attempted to fix up my hair a little, but it kept flopping down over my forehead, and I was too lazy to grab my hair products from the bedroom. I sighed, giving up and walking into the kitchen to attempt to make something. Once I reached the sunny room however, my appetite vanished and I stared glumly at the bunch of bright yellow bananas sitting on the counter.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room, plopping down onto the couch with a sigh. I turned on the TV and stared blankly at it for a while before allowing my mind to drift back to last night. I tried not to think about how his lips had felt on mine. I tried to focus more on how he had made me feel all throughout the night, when he had left me alone to go tease some slutty teenagers.

But the memory of his mouth on mine, his body close to me, the tingling feeling of fire that had swept through my whole existence...the memory continued to push through my other thoughts, and I soon found myself panting slightly thinking about it. The ghost of his lips on mine left me feeling aroused, and soon I found myself slightly hard at the thought of it.

I glanced around, but there was no point. We were in isolation out here. The only person that could interrupt me now was sleeping off a drink and wouldn't be awake until later today.

I pushed the waistband of my sweats down to my upper thighs and found the base of my length with one hand, stroking gently upwards, bringing myself to full arousal. In my mind, Alex's lips were on me again, and it was his hand that was holding me, not my own.

My head tipped backwards and my back arched against the couch as I continued stroking rhythmically. My breathing grew ragged as my mind wandered to when I had seen him naked in the shower, and when his bare body had been pressed up against me in the lake.

My movements were less controlled now, a little more erratic. I heard a soft groan come from the bedroom and I froze, the sound pushing me closer to the edge and also terrifying me that Alex had heard my movements. But after waiting a few moments, only silence ensued.

I pictured his body under mine, and him making that sound again, and with a few more strokes, I was gone.

I blinked the stars from my vision, surprised it had been so quick. Then again, I hadn't felt this much...emotion in a long time. I sighed, pulling up my sweatpants and standing up to grab a paper towel from the kitchen to clean up after my...activities.

My mind wandered back to last night again, but I shook my head, trying to distract myself from what could possibly happen again. The only distraction I could think of at the moment, was Matt.

Matt.

Shit.

I practically ran into the bedroom, pulling on a nice dark blue shirt and my favorite light grey skinnies. I paused for a moment before pulling on a grey beanie and a pair of black vans. I shrugged on a light sweater and rushed to the door, grabbing my phone and the keys to the cabin on the way out.