"When you have to go through EVERYTHING, to get that EVERYTHING."
It's so hard to be someone when you're confused about who or what you're. Tarun is never 'Who' he thought he would be. He has a secret which he is claimed of hiding from everyone. Nei...
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I blink my eyes open and found myself all sweaty.
I'm all sweaty and Tarun have his hand around me. We both shirt less. Our bodies clinging together. His head resting on my shoulder. I can feel the soft inhale and exhale from his nostrils on my bare skin. I try to remember what happened last night. I mean, how can I even forget it? I won't.
We brought our dinner I made (Tarun helped me afterwards) to the living room- of course after senselessly licking his butter-y skin- we both ate too much.
This was our first night together, though we slept on the couch, taking a blanket over us. I lift it up a little, finding we have our boxers on. Thank god. That means we didn't go that far. Kissing, touching, feeling skin to skin... just the foreplay part. We didn't even go there, not even a blowjob. Although, I wouldn't have mind giving him one. But thought, it would be too fast for him or too much.
It would've been too much for me too.
I remember what he said last night.
"Let's remove our jeans and boxers too." He said, while we were already shirtless and making out.
"Tarun, don't you think it..." before I could say anything he smashed his mouth against mine.
After almost a minute, he said. "You think I'm not experienced, huh? I know stuffs. I... I know licking, sucking and all. So don't think low of me"
"I can never think low of you." And I meant it.
"I want to return the favor. Where is that butter?" He glances around on the coffee table, looking for any kind of gravy might left or not.
"You can kiss me just like it. Normal." It will be enough for me to get hard.
And It was. I was super hard. He would've felt me under his thighs. I'm sure he did. And when he goes on kissing my neck. I totally lost shit.
Damn. It was the best. He is the best. Also, I don't regret anything I said last night. I want him. I want him as long as I can think of living.
I realized I'm looking at his pretty face. He has a hint of smile on his lips. I don't want to wake him up. But as morning beans between the curtain sheets hanging on the window, I reach for my phone on the table, carefully.
Oh no! It's eight already and on the top of it, it's Monday. I've my shift at the cafe today and I also have to go to school, two periods to coach the students. Shit. Tarun have to go to school too.
I look at him. Sorry, my boy, but I've to wake you up.
