Waking up the next day, I try to be positive. Everything will be okay. I shake Austin awake. "Hey daddy, wake up. It's Saturday, time for cartoons." He rolls over on top of me. Idiot. Pushing him onto the ground, I try to be dramatic, "Austin! You could have suffocated me! Do you want me dead?"
Austin sits up and climbs back on to the bed, "No, I just want you." That is so romantic. He is perfect.
"You know the rules, no romance." I only say no because I get flush and embarrassed really easy.
He sits up, "I thought that the rule only applied at school." Shit he's right! He has this weird little hair sticking straight up.
"School and now. Your punishment," I twirl his hair for a couple of minutes to add suspense, "you have to watch cartoons with me." I can't resist that look.
"That's easy." I'm easy, fuck me. If I act like a slutty boyfriend then maybe we can be like a normal couple where we get used to being touched.
I climb out of bed, "Lets go! Let's go! They come on at any minute!" We race down stairs and jump onto the couch, almost knocking it over. If we get married this could be an everyday thing. Austin turns on the tv. Yes! Looney Toons! Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me on top of him. The cartoons end too fast.
Ava runs downstairs, "My turn for the tv!" I wanted more time with him. It's fun to watch tv with him.
Walking back up the steps, Austin puts his fingers in my hair, "I love you Gnash. I like spending time with you." I get dizzy and miss a step. He catches me before I could fall backwards. That's embarrassing.
I run up to his room and sit on the bed, "That was your fault! I blame you!" I hate myself. He goes to sit next to me, but I knock him onto the floor.
He bounces up, "Let me make it up to you." He sounds a little too excited even though he doesn't know what's wrong. Climbing onto the bed, he begins to kiss me. His tongue goes deep into my mouth. I forgot about yesterday. Did yesterday actually happen. As he runs his hands through my hair, I pull off his shirt. Make this deeper. I flip him onto his back. Sitting up, I run my hands over his chest, dangerously close to his dick. I hope this doesn't trigger him. He starts breathing heavy. Shit! Shouldn't have done this! Sitting up, he notices my face, "Baby, just because there is a little flash back doesn't mean I don't like it. Keep going." I pause for a minute. But I triggered him. Why does he want to suffer? Running my hands over his chest, he starts to calm down. So, this relaxes him. What was the trigger? Kissing him, my hands go up into his hair. His head rolls back. What is happening!
My hands caress his cheekbone, "Austin are you okay?" He has such beautiful eyes, but he is keeping me from seeing them.
He chokes, "Yes baby, yes." What kind of answer is that? There is something else going on.
"What do you want me to do?" His jawline is in between sharp and soft. He has some stubble. I've never had to shave for some reason.
Lifting his head, he whispers, "Me!" Falling back, he pulls me on top of him. Okay, he's horny. "Gnash I love you and I want to keep this going, but we have chores to do..."
I get up off the bed, "Then let's go." Ms. Trick said that if I don't pull my own weight then she will secretly kick me out and tell Austin that I ran away.
Grabbing my arm, he growls, "More!" Tackling me to the floor, he kisses me hard. This should last forever.
Ms. Trick screams, "Austin, Gnash, get your asses down here and do the fucking dishes!" We are screwed.
