Nate hadn't seen Dante in a week.
There were no calls, no visits, he thought he would maybe see him at the bar the following week but he never showed. The only person that had stayed in contact with him was Andrew, who had been sweeter than he expected. They had gone on a couple dates, one formal since Andrew wanted to prove to Nate how much he wanted him.
They had gone to a fancy restaurant in the middle of the city, where a pianist settled the mood for the night and dim candles decorated each table. Nate had enjoyed the outing, had even gelled his hair backwards for it and Andrew ended up messing it up anyway when they returned to his home.
They hadn't done the deed yet, had come close but it was Andrew that stopped, pulling himself away from Nate's grasp and whispering, "I don't want to go too fast. I want to make this right." It hadn't been awkward afterwards; they cuddled to a movie and Nate ended up falling asleep within his arms.
Nate was beginning to develop feelings for him, however there was something missing. There was the lust and the attraction, but there wasn't the spark. He didn't feel excited to see Andrew, but he didn't dread it either; it was as if he was floating with time and letting the waves drag guns
But with Dante, it had been different. There had been hunger, as if the only oxygen he could breathe was from Dante.
He longed to see Dante again, wanted to feel him or even to see him squirm, gratified by each of his strikes and his panting when his body began overwhelmingly warm. He wanted to see him enter his apartment, remove his sweater and reveal his toned physique before turning around and asking vulnerable for his wrists to be cuffed. He wanted to touch him and see him cringe in a servile manner, biting his bottom lip and his higher toned moans that echoed across the apartment.
Even more than that, he couldn't stop thinking about the one night in the truck. Nate's entire body shifting over him, his mind falling into a land of wonders, the ecstasy rising in his throat, too much for him to handle. He wanted Nate's fingers to pin him, restrain him as he breathed heavily beside his ear, both their sweaty physiques fitting perfectly against one another.
Andrew didn't make him feel that way, but Nate didn't want to pass on a good opportunity merely because of desires that may never happen again; there was always a chance Dante had ended up dead somewhere.
He exhaled a long sigh, feeling Andrew's fingers snake around his waist before plopping his head against his back. "You alright?"
He had asked to spend the night together since it wasn't a school night, and Nate had agreed since he had no other plans. He hadn't spoken to Jules since the incident, mostly because Jules hadn't showed up to school since. As for Tyler, she had other plans that she said she couldn't reveal to him, which bummed him out but it wasn't the end of the world. And there was no way he would call his aunt and ask to hangout, he rather not have her nagging at him, at least he wasn't in the mood to put up with it.
Nate turned around to face him, Andrew reaching for the top of the blanket and pulling it over Nate's shoulder. "I'm fine," he assured.
Andrew's droopy eyes stared back at him for a moment before he closed them. "You sighed," he stated bluntly. "Did something happen?"
"No, I don't know why I sighed." Nate shrugged his shoulders, feeling Andrew's fingers squeeze the skin on his waist before releasing his hood. "Maybe just tired."
"I've been falling asleep here," Andrew chuckled, leaning his forehead forward and landing it on Nate's chest. He had always loved feeling his warmth that way, even the rhythm of his heartbeat made him feel calm and protected. "If you can't sleep because of me, I can head home."
"Don't even say that," Nate dismissed, reaching forward with his fingers and letting them linger across Andrew's jaw. "I'm glad you came."
He saw the corner of Andrew's lip lift slightly, but before he could say anything, they were interrupted by sudden loud pounding at the front door. It was almost as if they were stomping their leg on the door, on the verge of making it collapse.
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The Submissive Assassin (BxB)
Romance''After a few seconds of them staring at one another, Dante finally spoke. But his voice had changed; it was breathless and soft, echoing with a sweetness that Nate could have never imagined existed within him. With the knife left on his palm for Na...
