The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

Dwayne - Braiding

"I'm bored." You complain as you contort your body into many impossible positions on the couch.

David went out with the torture twins, leaving you with a mentally-exhausted Dwayne.

He went through his music collection, including adding some of your requests: alternative rock, post-grunge and soft rock, which you knew he'd learn to love.

"What do you want to do?" He asks, not sure what you had in mind.

You sit up and grin like Marko. "I have an idea. Get over here."

He raises an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Turn around." You command. A curious smile lights him up. "Now sit." Obeying, he plops on the floor so that your legs are on either side of him. You snatch his hairbrush from the coffee table and methodically brush through his locks. He stiffens at the first stroke, but then relaxes. "You have nice hair." You comment, running your fingers through his chocolate brown locks and separating them into three strands. You slowly and carefully braid his hair in one simple style. "There," you hum in satisfaction. "Too bad you can't use mirrors."

He turns to face you and presses a chaste kiss on your cheek. "That's alright. You did a wonderful job."

You smile at the praise. "How can you tell if you can't even see it?"

"Anything you do is amazing."

Your face heats up. "Now, I wouldn't say that."

He smiles and sits on the couch next to you. "I love it when you get flustered."

"Hey! I'm working on it." You pouted.

"Then I can help you practice." His eyes held a glimmer of playfulness.

"I guess you could."

"For one, your touch is so soft and gentle."

You smile. "Aw."

"And your smile brightens up my nights." He leans closer. "You're kind and compassionate. Not to mention generous." Your breath hitches as his lips ghost over yours. "And those are just some of the reasons why I love you."

With that final sentence, he connects his icy lips to your fiery ones. He wraps his arms around you and you tangle your legs around his waist, drawing him as close to you as you can.

He lets his hands travel through your hair and down your back, even as you break away for air.

Just then, shouts and hollers echo through the cave as the boys walk in on your makeout session.

"Woo! Get some, Dwayne!" Paul yells as you shyly bury your head in Dwayne's chest.

Dwayne chucks a pillow at his blonde brother before picking you up bridal style and taking you into your room of the sunken hotel, slamming the door shut as his brothers laugh after him.