Author's note: As requested! haha. I love Zach so much, so I very well might do more in his point of view.
"Are you done?" I heard Dylan speak from the other side of the door. I stared at myself in the mirror. I was not sure how I felt about my new hair color... It was much more bright than I was used to.
"I do not want to show you!" I spoke towards the door, grinning to myself slightly.
"Come on! I'm sure it looks fine!" I could hear laughter in his voice as he spoke. I looked at myself again, scared that he would not approve. "Come on, Zach!" Dylan whined after a few moments.
"Fine!" I growled and opened the door swiftly. I stood there, feeling strange. He raised his eye brows as he look at me, and his mouth twitched as if he was trying not to smile. "What!?" I snapped, grabbing onto my hair with my hands, trying to hide it as well as I could. "You do not like it?" I wanted him to approve very badly.
"No! I like it a lot!" He was smiling and laughing. I narrowed my eyes.
"Really? Well then why are you laughing?" I asked, not believing him completely. He probably did not want to hurt my feelings.
"Because I'm not used to you being so unsure of yourself," Dylan explained, still smiling. Ach! What a horrible answer! I was about to retort a response when he spoke again. "It's cute," He added softly. I could not help but smile when he said that. I loved when he voiced his attraction for me.
"Really?" I asked, letting myself stand taller. He nodded.
"It's pretty hot, actually." He smirked up at me, his hazel eyes burning into me. I raised an eye brow.
"Is it now?" I asked, smiling crookedly. I leaned closer to him as he rolled his eyes, still smiling. I was not fooled by his actions. I needed to get him into one of our rooms. "I need a cigarette," I lied, running my fingers through my hair. It felt much lighter than it had before I bleached it. It had probably thinned out a bit. Dylan nodded in agreement. HA! I am so smooth... I thought as we headed down the hall and into his room.
As soon as the door shut behind us, I grabbed Dylan and pressed him roughly against it. I was so turned on, I could not help myself. I had nearly popped a boner when he called me cute, dammit! My lips connected with his harshly.
"What are you doing!?" He growled, his voice muffled slightly by my advances. He was trying feebly to get our bodies apart, but he was much too weak for that.
"What does it look like I am doing?" I retorted, staring into his eyes. Once I felt him loosen up, I leaned in to kiss him once more. We were making out for a couple seconds when his teeth grazed my bottom lip. After that he bit down quite hard. I pulled away, ridiculously turned on by the pain. I grinned at him, my lip burning. "Just admit you like it," I whispered, picking him up. I walked over to his bed and dropped him, causing him to laugh a bit.
"What's gotten into you?" Dylan asked. I unbuttoned my pants and got on top of him. Nothing... But you will be asking yourself the same question once my dick is in you!
"I can not resist when you compliment me," I admitted smoothly, our lips nearly touching as I spoke. He moved up ever so slightly so that they were connected. It felt so nice. His lips were always so soft and unchapped. I felt him move his hand through my hair. He let it rest of the back of my head, where he lightly gripped on. I lifted his shirt to reveal his stomach and lightly traced down until I came to his pants. I began putting my hand down them when the door creaked open. That sound was soon followed by a shriek. Fuck...
"What is going on!?" Mutter's shrill sounded from the doorway. Dylan and I scattered away from each other. I looked over at him to see he was pale as fuck, his eyes huge. I should have known this was going to happen one day. I turned to view my mutter. "What... what is this?" She asked, looking almost as sick as Dylan. She looked into my eyes briefly and I had to avert my gaze. "Well.. Say something!" She demanded. I exchanged a glance with my boyfriend.
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Around and Around (boy x boy)
Storie d'amoreDylan joined his german foster parents at the age of 12 after years of struggling between homes. His past was very complicated and painful to think about. Little did he know his future was about to get much more complicated when his foster brother a...