Alone [manxman]

seventeen: when you cry cause you want to

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SEVENTEEN

Not sure how we got to this situation, I wasn't sure why I felt so comfortable about it either but he's looking at me.

Like really looking at me, I think for the first time. Hazel eyes are boring deep into mine, he's standing far away but the energy is so different. We're at some coffee shop.

I didn't think I could see him like this. He's nervous, it's obvious but he's confident.

And we're standing so close and... And he leans in, he smiles.

And we're kissing. Really kissing.

Like a magnet swaying between our chests kissing, teeth on teeth, body on body, his hands pressed to my lower back, he squeezes, makes me feel small.

He's touching... kissing.

Touching. He's lifting me on a counter, he's kissing down the expanse of my neck, fire following, curling some hair around his fingers at the back of my head.

He's tugging my head back, lips pressed to my Addams Apple. We're in an apartment, I think.

I'm horny.

That's evident, I want it. He's so cute.

I felt flushed, skin hot to the touch. A tanned arm pythons around my waist, he towers over me at this height, his hard chest is pressed to me.

I'm naked.

I'm fucked.

Deeper skin and a tattoo snaking up the side of his calf, his legs bracketing mine, he's fucking into me.

I can't fucking breathe.

Bent over, body flush to mine, he's staring out at something in the distance, it's a canvas. Isaiah's grunting, waves of incandescent pleasure rake through me. I'm seeing spots. The scene in front of me shines through, I'm trying to hold on.

It's our apartment on fifth, it's Paul's desk, and paint corner, it's the bed in the corner that he would sleep on so as to not wake me.

It's us standing there, Paul hyper-fixating on a piece, my arms wrapped around him. I'm in boxers, a big tee, socks, it's us. It's love, it's everything the word contains.

And all of a sudden it's us in bed, he's touching my chest now.

And he asks me if I'm sure. He tells me he loves me.

Hazel eyes are brown now, and he shrinks.

He's Pablo-Luis. My eyes snap open, my love lies there, sleeping.