(2) Overnight Sensation: An All Time Low Fanfiction Romance

Chapter 42: Frisky

        Sometimes when I think of Alex, I see a one way window like in a movie, where there are suspects staring at their reflection. They're forced to see themselves and nothing else, but the bar, raw expressions on their face. They're forced to see themselves at their worse, even when they don't want to. Like Alex, they pretend that the reflection isn't there, that there is nothing to look at, because for some reason, they might think they aren't worth looking at.

        I felt like the investigator, sitting on the other side of that mirror, pounding on the glass. I was screaming for him to hear me, to listen to my voice. I see how he's trying to ignore his feelings, and how he doesn't want others to see them when he isn't happy. I wanted to burst through the glass, and make him tell me what he's feeling. I wanted to pick him apart like they did in the shows; I wanted to know what it was like, what he was hiding, what he was scared of, what made him happy, angry, excited, and frustrated. The glass is too thick for me to break, and there's no easy way in.

        That's how I felt this night with Alex's mouth attacking my skin roughly. I was trying to ignore the fact that his lips felt so different, so distant. I couldn't figure out what was wrong, and it was killing me.

        "What's wrong?" I asked breathlessly, while Alex pulled away. His arm kept his face suspended above me by only the slightest. I was able to see the muscles in his arms, his shirt gone and exposing his thin, but well-built frame. His lips were still grazing mine when he let the air out of his lungs. My legs were tangled with his, foot rubbing up and down his calf.

        This is why I felt that way with Alex, because now I got the same response I always did. His gaze hardened more than it was before and he shrugged with a fake smile. He mumbled a small "nothing" before his tongue was dancing with mine again.

        I tried to focus on my thoughts but the way he kissed me made my brain fry. It was like a machine on over drive, and I always wondered if he felt that way about my kisses. I'd hope so from the pitter patter of his fast and uneven heartbeat under my touch and the small moans he makes when I'd tease him.

        HIs room was dark, and the light outside was disappearing under the shades. His parents were both working late and wouldn't be home until after nine. This gave us all the time in the world to be truly alone.

        His fingers held my waist while shifting my weight on top of him. His fingers touched my bare skin delicately while my shirt began to rise with sudden movements. My fingers brushed his collarbone causing goose bumps under my fingers. I smiled under his mouth and he grinned back. I could have lived this way forever, in pure bliss. It was so queit; the only noise was the sounds of our labored breathing and our skin rubbing against one another.

        My tongue skimmed his bottom lip, causing him to flip me over, groaning while kissing down my jaw and neck. My back tingled at the placement of his mouth, shivering and breathing heavily.

        For half a moment, I wondered if this was the right time. I wondered if it'd be a good idea to -- give myself to Alex. It felt sudden -- but the urge was enough to force my mouth on his more fiercely. I knew we hadn't been together long, and this was my second real relationship ever. But it just -- everything felt so right, so perfect. It was just us, and I had no worries. He would remember it on tour, and maybe even want more so he would come back. He'd call, and he would think about me.        

        I shook the idea out of my head, realizing how stupid I sounded. I couldn't bring myself to give up my virginity just so Alex would stay interested. How would that make me look? And how would that make Alex seem, if he was only in it for sex? I felt like an idiot for even considering that as an option.