Save Me

Chapter Eighteen

A.N. THIS CHAPTER IS SMUTTY AS FUCK I HAVE GREATLY ENJOYED WRITING IT! Everybody loves a bit of steamy boy on boy sex (I know that's why you're all REALLY here you naughty chicas).

Anyway, another chapter, it's alright, idk, let me know your thoughts! Also, the GIF of Nick Jonas is DADDY ASF lmao. Vote and comment if you want. Xoxo, Clay.

♔ Chapter Eighteen ♔

The room was cold, like it was every morning. The early sunlight was peaking through the ridged gaps in the blinds that strung along my window. I always kept them shut, and sometimes with the lights off. It felt good to sit in the darkness, alone, thinking.

That morning, I wasn't alone. Luke lay beside me, wrapped up in my blanket, arms wrapped around my lower body while he slept. His face was just under mine, his eyelids closed, lost, maybe in some faraway and gorgeous place, dreaming.

I'd been awake all night, but I didn't care. I didn't feel tired. I felt too awake, maybe even wishing that Luke had stayed awake with me.

He looked so innocent, in that moment, I thought to myself. His coarse black hair draped over his forehead, his ivory skin, skin that I was itching to touch against my own, all over. I wanted him, and I didn't care what I had to do to get him.

"Stop staring," he said suddenly, and as he did, I felt my heart stop in my chest, panicking for a second, before realising it was only him.

The room had been so silent the entire night, but for the intermeshed sounds of our breathing, his more lulled and heavier than mine. The sudden noise had made me jump out of my skin for a second, and before I knew it, his eyes were staring back at me, a drowning blue amidst smooth, gorgeous skin, his face, and hair - all of him, I couldn't stop staring at him, I didn't want to.

He smiled, almost like he was beckoning me to make a move, and I wanted to. God, I fucking wanted to. But I didn't. I stopped myself and shuffled my legs off the bed, sitting up. He let out a long, drawn out breath, while I sat, head in my hands, unsure of what to say or do.

"Good morning to you too," he said sarcastically, with a smile at the end. He crawled up behind me on the bed and wrapped his arms around my chest. I flinched on contact, but softened quickly. He felt warm. He pulled my head back, my eyes glued to his, watching him from upside down, waiting for him to say something, do something.

"How long were you watching me?" he asked.

"Not that long."

"Don't lie," he said. "It's fine, just as long as you weren't watching me all night."

He blinked, and I hesitated, listening only to our breaths in that moment. I closed my eyes, like I was bracing myself, and kissed him. He reacted fast, moving his lips against mine. When we pulled apart, he dragged me back onto the bed and mounted himself on top of me, kneeling in so our lips could meet again.

The way that he kissed me was fast and rushed, desperate. His hands clasped at my boxers quickly and pulled them down, his hand grabbing my dick firmly between his fingers, tugging on it lightly while we kissed. He broke apart the kiss, his eyes beaming blue in the streams of sunlight that slashed over the two of us, lying in bed together.

His head lowered, and he took me in his mouth. I gasped, and held my breath, my hands flying into his black hair, grabbing it lightly. I felt his lips sliding down the length of my shaft, taking more of me into his mouth, warm and wet, his tongue rolling over every piece of skin sensitively, making my legs squirm under him.