Church boy

Part 12

"Did Amelia ever tell you why we moved?" He asks. I shake my head, still shocked. He laughs. "I was a little shit. I mean, I wouldn't do anything people asked me to." He shakes his head at the memories. "My parents were convinced I'd lost my mind, so they sent me to hundreds of doctors, demanding them to do something with me." He tells the story like it was yesterday, a bittersweet smile sticking to his lips.

'Wanting your love to come into me
Feeling it slow, over this dream'

"Then they found out I was gay." He forces a laugh, the type of laugh you'd hear from a crazy person. "So they decided to move me halfway across the world! They thought that by pulling me away from my friends, my boyfriend I'd just-" He snaps his fingers. "Boom, be fixed. Like some sort of sick miracle." I sit quietly, listening to the boy.

'Wanting your love to come into me
Feeling it slow, over this dream'

"And it worked! I was so fucking- controlled." He spits. "I was so miserable that I just listened. I stopped drinking, I stopped smoking, I stopped going out late and telling everyone I was gay. I just stopped." My heart broke for the brunette. "I was forced to live a life I didn't want. I was forced to live out my parents' sick, perfect little life." We fall silent for a moment.

"And it was going so well." He whispers. "But then I met you." His head leaves my shoulder and I turn to look at him. He's already looking at me, a mixture of emotions written on his pretty face.

'Touch me with a kiss, touch me with a kiss'

I frown at his words. "Is that bad?" I ask, he shakes his head almost instantly. "You're so- Dream, you're everything I want to be." He says. "You're confident, funny, careless." His voice trails off as he holds eye contact. "And I can't tell if I want to be you." His voice is softer, softer than before, softer than I've ever heard him before. His eyes trail down to my lips before reaching my eyes again.

'Now you're above feeling it still
Tell me it's love, tell me it's real'

"Or be with you, and it's driving me mad." He scoffs out a laugh. My stomach twists, heating at his words. I suck in a breath, letting my eyes fall onto his lips. He's quiet, his eyes trained onto mine as I focus my attention back onto him.

'Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips'

My hand reaches up to cup his cheek. He's cold and I don't doubt that my hand is any warmer but we don't care. He leans in, his breath brushing against my cold cheeks.

'Because this is where I want to be'

I lick my lips, breathing heavily against the boy's nose. He closes his eyes and pushes himself closer to me, pressing our lips together softly. It takes me by surprise at first, but as I realise what's happening my eyes flutter shut and I kiss back.

'Where it's so sweet and heavenly'

My hand drops from his cheek, instead grabbing at his waist. George's hand cups my cheek, softly running his thumb over the pale surface. I melt into his touch, tilting my head slightly to fall into his hand. He presses further into me, deepening the kiss with ease.

'I'm giving you all my, giving you all my
Giving you all my love'

I pull away from him to catch my breath. He does the same, pressing his forehead against mine to gasp for air. My cheeks burn with a deep blush, painting my pale face in an unrecognisable colour. George is the same. His cheeks are tinted a dark tone against his tanned skin.

'Giving you all my, giving you all my
Giving you all my love'

He kisses me again, this time not as soft as before. It wasn't completely rough but it was definitely tougher than before with the way he instantly deepened the kiss. He parts his lips as an invitation and I waste no time in pushing my tongue into his mouth. He whines softly causing my heart to flutter and stomach to twist in all the right ways.

I never want it to end. He tastes of alcohol and cigarettes, a taste most people would kill to get rid of. He runs his fingers through my hair, pulling at the curls and tangling his fingers in the strawberry blond coloured locks. He pulls away with a smile, panting against my lips.

'All my love'

"You're a good kisser." He whispers, throwing his arms over my shoulders. He hugs himself into my body and I wrap my arms around his torso. "So are you." I chuckle, placing my chin on his head. He placed his head in between my chest and my shoulder. "I don't want to go." He whispers, almost too quiet for me to hear.

The song dies out in our ears, ending my playlist and leaving us in a comfortable silence. "Then don't." I whisper back, only to be met with a disapproving hum and a kiss placed on my throat. "Come with me." The whispered words make my stomach flutter and lungs miss a breath. I inhale deeply. "I can't, your parents will kill us if they see me." He whines in disapproval.

"I don't care, I don't want you to stay here all night. You'll freeze to death." I sigh, the movement brushing against George's neck and causing the boy to lift his shoulders in an attempt to cover his neck. "I'll be okay." I mumble, but honestly, I don't believe the words myself.

"My house, or yours." George demands. "Or you wake up Sapnap but I have to be here when you do, to make sure you're not lying." His hair brushes against my lips when he tilts his head. "I'll go home." I whisper. My voice breaks half way through and George lifts his head to smile at me.

"Okay." He nods. "If anything else happens, ring me." I nod, swallowing anxiously at the thought of another fight with my parents. "I uh." He looks away, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. My hand brushes against his cheek and he turns back to me. "Goodnight." I say. "Goodnight." And then he kisses me.

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