How You Became Mine

Part Five

Monty's face had gone serious. Winston froze as he tried to comprehend Montys words. His body acted for him, his face inching even closer to Montys. Both pairs of eyes were locked and unmoving, searching for permission.

After a few seconds, Monty gave in and glanced at Winston's pink lips. That was all Winston needed.

Winston moved forward and gently connected their lips. Monty responded immediately, deepening the kiss and sweeping his tongue into Winston's mouth. He had been waiting for this. Waiting for the opportunity to kiss him again, to show him how much he cared. He pushed Winston's back harder into the door and pressed their bodies together. They continued to make out like that, not as rough as they were used to with each other, but more meaningful.

Winston whined out against Montys lips, which only made Monty harder. With that in mind, he put his hands on the back of Winston's thighs and lifted a little. Winston was barely coherent, but had half a mind to jump, so he did.

He wrapped his legs around Montys waist, straddling Monty as he held him firmly against the door. Monty moved his kisses to Winston's neck and Winston's hips had a mind of their own as they started to grind against Monty in slow, sure movements. "Mmm," Monty moaned against Winston's neck, sending shivers down his spine. Monty could feel how hard Winston was against him and entertained the thought of fucking him. Maybe they should take it slower this time. He didn't want to scare Winston away.

"Bed," Winston managed to choke out in between open mouthed kisses. Monty carried him over to his bed and sat down, Winston sitting comfortably in his lap. While Monty kissed Winston like he wouldn't get another chance, Winston snuck his hands up the athletes shirt, and caressed the toned back muscles with a light touch. Winston moved his hands to Montys chest and gently pushed, indicating that he wanted him to lay down. Monty obliged and Winston continued to grind against Monty while he was on top of him. "Fuck, Winston," he grunted out.

Winston closed his eyes and let his mouth fall open as he continued to rub himself against Monty. Monty couldn't handle it anymore and fumbled to get Winston's pants off. Winston helped Monty in the process and stepped out of his jeans while pulling down Montys joggers. Their hands were flailing, desperate for each other's touch.

Just then, there was a quiet knock on the door. "Winston?" the cock block called. "Are you in there?" Goddamn. Monty opened his mouth in confusion and frustration, and Winston just put his hand over it. The two stayed silent, waiting for whoever the guy was to go away. Then Winston's phone vibrated against the floor. Winston jumped off the bed like a cat, making no noise as his feet touched the ground. He grabbed his phone and declined the call as quickly as he could. "I heard that! Come on, babe. Open up," the intruder said, sounding annoyed, but slightly amused.

Babe?

"My roommates here," Winston finally said exasperatedly. "I'll text you later," he stated, keeping his eyes locked with Montys. "Ugh, fine. You owe me," the dude said. "Hi, Winston's roommate!" When Monty didn't respond, the guy mumbled something to himself and walked away.

"Sorry," Winston apologized as he climbed back on top Monty. "Who the fuck was that?" Monty gripped Winston's waist to hinder anymore movements, waiting for an answer. "My friend," Winston tried to brush off as he leaned down to Montys lips. Monty allowed it just because it was Winston, but couldn't handle the jealousy that was burning to the surface. After a prolonged kiss, Monty pushed him back. "A friend that calls you babe?" he raised his eyebrows.

Monty knew he didn't own Winston. Of course people would start to show interest in him. It was Winston for gods sake. Monty knew Winston had a lot of friends, but he couldn't help himself. Shit, he didn't want to seem like a possessive freak when they weren't even together.