Saving Tyler

TWENTY-EIGHT

Tyler

"Alec! Stop!" I giggle, running around in his apartment.

I jump on his couch and hopped behind it. He comes out of my room with his water gun in his hands. He got me wet while I was taking a little cat nap.

"Stop!" I shriek, and he pulls the trigger to squirt water at me.

I dodged behind the couch. I went over the counter and went into the kitchen. I grabbed the sprayer from the sink and pointed it from where he would come from. He comes into the kitchen and I turn on the faucet.

He looked at what was in my hand, and held his hands up in surrender. But I'm not that easily fooled, so I kept on pointing the spray thingy at him.

"Okay, okay..." he breathes, defeated.

He sets his water gun on the counter, keeping his other hand in the air. He started to walk up towards me, slowly, keeping an eye on me. I tighten my jaw. Wait for the right moment...

He stopped a few inches from me. He declines his arms to my hips, pulling me closer to him. I drop my arm that was holding the sprayer to my side as he bent his head down and kissed me. I wrapped my open hand around the back of his neck, angling my head to deepen the kiss.

"Sorry," he mumbles against my lips.

I looked at his closed eyes and bit on his bottom lip. A growl erupted from his chest and he pulls his head back. A goofy smile played on my lips. He opens his eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes looking into mine with lust.

"I'm sorry too," I whisper, moving my hand down to his bare chest.

He frowns, "For what?"

"This."

He gasps as I sprayed him with water. Giggling, I dropped the sprayer and tried to run away, but he managed to wrap his arm around my waist and pull me close to him, my back against his body. I laugh as he started to tickle me. He started to kiss my neck and he grabbed both of my wrists, holding them together so I don't slap him.

"You better be sorry for that." he murmurs against my neck, placing kisses on my neck.

I started to make inhuman noises as he continued to tickle me and kiss me. I tried to get my wrists from his grasp, but he was too strong to escape. I grunted--or at least tried to-- and stomped my foot against the floor. He places his chin as he lets out a high pitched laugh.

"Did you really stomp your foot?" he cackles.

"Yes, I did. No stop before I find a way to hurt your balls." I threatened.

He chuckles, "Fine."

He unwraps his arms around me, letting go of my wrists. Damn, I can breathe again... I take in a few deep breaths and I felt him tug at my ponytail. I frown, grabbing my hair, and turned around. He closes his eyes and smiles at me. I shook my head and turned back around.

"Chinky, Alec..." I sigh and started to walk out of the kitchen.

"What do you want to do today, Tyler?" he asks.

I stopped in my tracks and turned around. He was sitting on the counter, swinging his legs back and forth, grinning. What was today again...?

"It's Friday," he says. Oh. "And I want to do something with you again. I have a few ideas in mind, but I want you to choose from them."

He crosses his arms, flexing. I swooned. Him grinning and flexing at the same time. There's something wrong with me. I have some of the most weird turn ons ever.