Fantasy

chapter eight

Honey was already putting things away when I reached the kitchen. He never willingly does anything manual, unless its to show someone up.

I turn my back towards the counter, resting Niko's bottom on it. "Hop off," I pat his thighs.

"But I-I need... J-just touch me, p-please." He whines into my neck, not loosening his grip any.

"Ugh! Don't you think she's been touching you enough? She's been holding your ass all morning. You don't even do anything but fucking stutter and give off that repulsive smell." Honey sneers, his arms crossed as he glares at the boy still on my back.

"Honey! We'll talk later." I glare, concluding that I'll have to deal with his attitude later.

I turn around, facing the pouting boy. His legs still snug around my waist as he rests his weight on the counter. I pet his cheek, feeling the warmth of it against my cold fingers.

His pink lips part as if he's going to speak but he closes them again. His eyes trained on his hands as he twists and plays with the bottom of his oversized shirt. I watch him play with the shirt too, biting my bottom lip as I stare at the exposed milky flesh of his upper thigh. I wonder what it'd feel like between my teeth. How the soft warm flesh would indent and redden as I bite and suck it between my lips. How he'd beg as I trail my tongue up to his-

"Do you?" He questions as he tugs on my arm sleeve.

"Do I what?" I ask, still not being able to pay attention as I find myself wanting to touch the objects of my distraction, his thighs.

He moves his thumb in-between his lips, biting the nail of it as he begins to speak around it. "D-do I um, really s-smell?"

"Yeah, but not really repulsive. Quite the opposite actually." I watch his eyebrows and nose scrunch. I observe him for a little before realizing he's probably confused, although I don't understand why? Does he not believe me?

I move my head closer to him, my nose brushing the delicate skin of his neck as I inhale deeply. I find myself almost moaning, the scent too wonderful to describe. My mouth opens, wanting to sink my teeth into the very appealing boy, a voice in my head willing me to stop. I breath in again, all other senses coming to a halt as I feel buzzed.

A drug.

I lose myself in the smell, my arms incasing the smaller boy. Holding him close as I snuggle my head into his neck. I feel... happy, I smile against his skin. Laughing softly. "Mhm, you smell so good."

...

My whole body freezes and tenses, my arms frigid around him.

What in the fucking hell did I just say? Did I... giggle?

Guess the "drug" offsets all of my intelligence and common sense.

I clear my throat and detangle my arms from him. We're surrounded by a odd silence, me looking of to the side. thinking of something to say to distract from my previous words.

The food, I remember as I hear his stomach growl.

"Make pancakes, and we can watch a movie together afterwards. How's that sound?" I bargain, still remembering his heat makes it uncomfortable to not be touching someone.

I finally look at him, his flustered face moves into a big smile. His eyes squint as he looks up at me excitedly. "Princess and the Frog and cuddles!?"

I don't enjoy cuddling much but it wouldn't be the first time I put that aside to make someone happy. Plus I love that Disney movie.

I sigh, nodding my head. "Princess and the Frog and cuddles." I confirm, poking the boy sides. He giggles, his knees pushing into my sides as he tries to pull them in to his body.

So he's ticklish.

I grin, watching him giggle and squirm as my finger tickle his sides. His giggles sound like pure concentrated innocence.

His face is red as he squeals out, "stop! S-stop..!"

I stop moving my fingers but keep them on his sides as he calms down, panting and smiling. His smiles contagious and so cute.

I turn my head, glancing around the kitchen for Honey after not feeling his presence. My smile drops, the other boy no where in sight.

"Start on breakfast. I'll be back." I scoff, walking away from the boy without a second glance. Annoyance once again ruining a moment.

Now to find the spoiled brat who's probably sulking and thinking of how to ruin everyone's day.

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