Oh f*ck no

04

Oily hands were massaging my body not missing a spot.. while placing sweet presses on my lips and cheeks.

Every time he had been a bit to rough he would do this once in a while and it feels great.

I lean into his touch when he reaches my neck, eyes closed.

'What are you.. a cat?'
'Maybe.' 'Does that make us furies?'
'Okay I'm not a cat anymore!'

He chuckles and places his hand down on my cheek, making me open my eyes and meet his green orbs.

'You're enjoying this way too much.'
'It's just.. sweet. Yeah sweet, really sweet,' I mumble tiredly.

He moves closer, gives me a quick press on my lips and continues his massage.

'Too bad I'm almost done then.'
'Should I do you next?' 'No it's fine.'

He's tired.. yet he was doing this.

'Just join me in the shower in the morning and try to keep me awake.'
'Will do.'

'Besides.. if you try to give me a massage you'll probably just end up with turning me on again and I can't take another round.. neither can you.'
'Who decided that four rounds was a good thing?' 'I'm pretty sure I did.'

He moves into my vision again to show me his smirk before laying down next to me.

'You're just out here to murder me.'
'Your looks are just to die for.'
'Levi Parker.' 'Calum Parker.'
'Don't embarrass me.'

He places a quick peck on my forehead.

'It's the truth, love.'
'And you're truly embarrassing me.'

He wraps an arm around me, pulls me close and snuggles into my neck.

'Won't you get oil in your eyes?'
'Not if I don't open them.'

I turn around and snuggle into the safety of his chest.

'This is fine as well,' he murmurs half asleep. 'Levi?'

A groan leaves his mouth.

'I love you my big stupid baby.'
'Love you too slut.. my slut.'

Yeah.. that sums up our relationship pretty well.

'

And clingy he was.

He had been half sleeping on my shoulder or the top of my head, arms wrapped around me as I made us breakfast.. cuddling in the shower and now waiting for the coffee machine so I could finally wake this piece of shit up.

I place the boy down on the couch and grab our cups of coffee.

'There you go,' I hand it over to him, 'No excuse to stop me from achieving anything this morning.'
'How are you?' 'I'm fine.'
'No..body wise,' he explains.
'I was a bit sore this morning, but I'm great now.' 'No back, neck or you know.. behind pain?'

I laugh and rub the mess he calls hair.

'I'm all good Levi, don't worry. Drink your cup of coffee and you should get ready to see my ex colleagues and search for bad intentions.'
'You don't trust them?'
'I know I was enthusiastic to see Felix and all, but Daniel.. I don't trust Daniel and I recognised some of them as really high up, I don't trust it.'
'Go with me.'

I move and look up with confused eyes.

'Yes I did really ask you to come with.'
'I thought it was dangerous.. at least it was yesterday.'
'I'm not saying there aren't any risks, it's just.. like.. you know these people. You know their tricks better than I do, I need you to help me find whether or not this is genuine.'

'Well.. I need to change clothes then.'
'Why? You're looking decent.'
'I need a jacket.' 'But it's warm out..'

I sigh as I stand up.

'I need a jacket,' I repeat while pointing at my neck.
'A jacket isn't going to cover that up.'
'At least the ones on my shoulders and bottom edge of my neck.'
'You're going to die of heat.'

He puts down the now empty cup and pulls me on his lap.

'Darling, who fucking cares.'
'They will think I'm a slut.'
'You,' he sighs, 'Fine whatever, do whatever makes you sleep at night.'
'Levi why are you acting like this?'

He places me down next to him and plays with my hair.

'People will judge you, us, but who cares we're happy.. right? What does it matter, don't let them bring your confidence down.'
'I wish I couldn't give a shit, but..'
'I know, you grew up that way.'

I lay my head down on his lap and pull my legs up to fit on the couch.

He looks down at me and removes all of the hairs that were covering my forehead and cheeks.

'Do you know what I thought of you the first time we met?'
'That I'm a scared submissive bunny?'
'No,' he shakes his head as he laughs.. looking hot as always, 'No, perfection.'
'Perfection?' I repeat. 'Yes.'
'Perfection.. that makes no sense.
I was literally scared for life.'
'And you looked perfect.'
'I don't understand.'

He sighs deeply as he twist the stroke of hair inside of his hand.

'It took me a while to realise, but every time I lay an eye on you now I get reminded about it. You are perfect to me and I didn't recognise it at first.'
'Stop being nice, I might drown in the sugar you just spilled.'

He smiles and leans back in the fabric with his hands behind his head.

'How late is it anyway?'

I grab my phone from the table and turn it on.

'About a quarter to eight. When did you want to leave?' 'Eight.'
'Shouldn't we finish getting ready then?' 'Probably, but.. you look way to wholesome right now,' he replies.

I get up and pull him of the couch.

'Come on dickhead.'