~Karl's pov
I feel my eyes start to wake and the feeling of my body waking up washes over me. I turn my head to see the clock say it's 2:30 pm. I force myself out of bed and light a candle. The room fills with the scent. I went with a classic vanilla bean smell today. I check my phone and it feels so blank. Hundreds of notifications and yet none of them worth anything. Hundreds of people @ing me on Twitter, memes, messages and yet none of them are him. Of course I care about all my loving and supporting fans but the butterflies don't fly around like they do when he texts me. I've been in love with Alex since the day we first talked. He's funny, kind, ambitious, and overall, perfect. God don't even get me started on how attractive he is.
I walk out of my room and to my kitchen to get breakfast. I never noticed how… empty my house feels. I wish he could be here. With me. To feel my hands on him. To hear his breathe in my ear to-
My thoughts were quickly cut off by the sound of my phone buzzing. I was getting a call. I quickly grab my phone and feel a smile spread across my face as I read the name.
"KARLLLL!" I hear him yell into the phone.
"Hey Alex what's up?" I ask and the butterflies flutter in my stomach.
"Are you ready for me to come over tomorrow? I'm all packed and I'm getting on my flight really early tomorrow so I should be there around noon and I wanted to make sure you would be ready." He says and I stop in my tracks. SHIT THAT'S RIGHT. I'm gonna meet him… in real life tomorrow. Hear his voice in person and not just on a call.
"Yeah I'm totally ready!" I lie. Physically, yeah I am. The guest room is tidy, my house is clean, and I even have meals planned out so that we dont have to eat as much. Mentally is a different story. The thoughts come into my head so randomly and its gonna be 10 times worse when hes here. When I'll be only inches away from pinning him down and hearing every noise that could come out of his mouth. To see his face as I-
"That's good to hear! I'm so excited to see you and see what you have planned!" He says and we say bye and hang up. Today is going to be a hard day. Quite literally. I think as I feel my pants become a little bit tighter. I feel so guilty for what I'm about to do but I can't keep ignoring what I so desperately want, no need to do.
I let my mind wander to all those places I had tried to push out. The daydreams of throwing him on the counter and ripping off whatever dumb button up he chose to wear that day. The thoughts of the noises he would make. The sound of him moaning my name made me go wild. I had to run upstairs to my bedroom and give in.
I fumble with my belt, trying to get the damn thing to unbuckle. I had to do something and I wasn't going to wait another minute. My desperation grew. Am I really about to jerk off to my best friend? Years of letting the thoughts boil in my head, growing into daydreams, to me just sitting there staring at a piece of furniture, thinking about all the things I could do to him on it. I can't be having second thoughts. Not now. Not when I am so close to letting myself finally do that one forbidden desire. My hand was on my cock before I could think about it anymore. There was no going back. I stroke myself, slowly getting faster and faster. I throw my head back and grip the sheets. I feel myself getting close. The thoughts of him are so fresh in my brain. Out of everywhere, the counter would be my first place if I had to choose where we were going to fuck first. I would throw him on the counter and immediately connect our lips, not wasting a single second. I would unbutton the top 3 buttons on his shirt and kiss down his neck as he throws his head back and moans. I would cover his neck in hickeys. God he would look so hot with hickeys all over him.
I cant even finish the thought as I feel myself on the verge of cumming. I purposely force myself not to cum. I know I'm on the verge. I'm covered in sweat and my lip is red from how hard I've been biting it to hold myself back. God I just want him here, absolutely wrecked on my cock, forcing me to hold it in until I just cant anymore. I finally cant take it anymore and I let myself cum, gripping the bed sheets and moaning his name loudly. God I love moaning his name. It makes me feel like hes right here next to me.
~872 words~
