A/N: Apologies for the suuuper long wait - life got in the way, but we got there in the end, slowly but surely! Thank you so much for sticking with this little story, and I hope you enjoyed it until this very last chapter! 

Ah, and heads up, sexual content at the end of the chapter ;)

Falling for the Bad Boy - Part VIII

"Well, I think you should just tell him," Aubrey said emphatically as we left the classroom, books in hand.

I stared at the girl walking with me flatly, Aubrey letting out a series of indignant huffs and bumping her shoulder against me, her smaller frame barely even making me stray from the brick-lined path leading away from the science building.

"What! Don't look at me like that! I'm serious, Elias! You should totally just tell Alex how you feel!" Aubrey urged again, and I shook my head incredulously. The tight, anxious feeling in my chest that seemed all too familiar these days began to trickle in. 

"No. No way, Aubrey. I... He doesn't like me like that, okay? I'd just be setting myself up for absolute misery and embarrassment," I groaned, Aubrey rolling her blue eyes and huffing again. "Listen. Best case scenario, he is totally accepting of my feelings even though he doesn't reciprocate, and he says that we should just remain friends. If that happens, I'll just sadly pine after him for the rest of my life, and maybe have to watch him get married to someone else. Worst case scenario, he has a homophobic freak out and says I should go to Hell, and I lose him forever. Honestly, they're both bad case scenarios, but relatively one is less depressing than the other."

"Alex isn't a homophobe, Elias! I know that, you know that, and that LGBT advocate we passed on the street the other day knows that too. Alex was super nice to her and helped her with directions while also complimenting her pan-pride shirt, remember? But that's beside the point. I really do think that he might like you back," Aubrey offered again, the hope that brewed in my heart every time she said those words only deflating as quickly as it came.

"Aubrey, I've... I've put out feelers, you know? I've... hinted at my feelings, more than hinted, really. Any other person would've realised how I feel with how obvious I've been, but..."

"Alex is just stupid," Aubrey finished for me, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"That, or he's purposefully ignoring all of the signals I'm giving him because he doesn't know how to shoot me down," I said, Aubrey frowning. "Aubrey, you know him. He's kind, sometimes maybe too kind, which is why he made me fall for him in the first place. But... I don't know. He doesn't like confrontation, and he doesn't like to hurt other people's feelings. I think... I think he has to know how I feel, but he doesn't know how to break my heart. He's probably just biding his time, trying to think of a way to let me down gently..."

"But, are you sure...?" Aubrey said, somehow still skeptical. "Because I swear, Alex..."

"Aubrey, after you left after the party, we went to the park, and..."

I sighed heavily, stopping in the hallway and looking at my friend seriously, telling her everything that happened under the trees and the stars.

I tried not to let my breath hitch as I gathered all of my nerves to grab Alex's hand. Despite the night chill, his hand was large and warm, a furnace that blocked out the cold and the frost, warming me from the inside out. I wondered if Alex could tell that my breaths had ceased entirely when I nudged myself closer to him, our heads almost bumping. I wondered if he knew how nervous I was, how I begged my hands not to sweat as I held his, how my toes were curled in my shoes to suppress the urge to squirm.

Because the boy I loved was lying there so close to me and I didn't know what to do with myself.

I secretly cast a side-eyed glance at Alex, but the boy was just focused on squinting into the abyss of stars watching us back with lazy curiosity, likely having witnessed countless hopeless boys fall in love for eons upon eons.

In the grand scheme of things, Alex and I were just another two people, no more special than any other pair walking down the street, or the love-fated characters you read about in stories. Maybe to the stars we weren't anything special, but to me, meeting Alex was beyond special.

As I talked to Alex about the stars, I marvelled at the fact that, out of everyone in the universe, that it was this particular boy nestled in the grass beside me. It was so surreal that I worried that this was merely a dream, a figment of my imagination, and that once I woke up Alex wouldn't be here any more.

With that thought lodged in my mind and a growing boulder in my throat, I turned to Alex, but was surprised to see that he was already staring at me, something indescribable written in his eyes.

Could he... just maybe...

"Alex..." I whispered, taking hold of that fleeting 'maybe' that lingered over us.

But, Alex suddenly turned away, the dream that came with him disappearing into the night.

"Wait, so you and Alex almost kissed?!" Aubrey all but screamed, and I spluttered, frantically whispering for her to shut up. "Come on, you don't just stare into each other's eyes under the stars and not end up kissing! There was definitely something there, I'm telling you, Elias!"

"Well, I thought we were almost about to... But clearly Alex wasn't thinking the same thing as me since he totally just swerved, and... Ugh, this is so embarrassing, why am I even talking to you about this?" I groaned, Aubrey rolling her eyes and looping her arm with mine, dragging me down the pathway.

"Because I'm the only one out here trying to help you score a date with Alex," Aubrey said, sighing heavily. "Trying being the operative word here, because nothing seems to be working!"

"Yeah, because Alex doesn't like me like that," I said, each word of mine cutting into my already beaten and bruised heart.

"Okay, now you need to shush. Alex is just... slow, you know? He's really nice, we know that, but when it comes to understanding how people feel about him, he's dense as bricks. And he's really awkward when people try to romance him, you know?" Aubrey said, making me raise a brow, my friend snorting as she withdrew momentarily into her memories.

"And who are these other people trying to romance him?" I asked, despite knowing that the majority of the school was either in love with him or in lust with him - I'd be lying if I said that I didn't understand them.

"Well, in class some of these girls were really laying it on thick with him, right? You know, getting a bit handsy, and their euphemisms weren't even euphemisms any more," Aubrey said, and I narrowed my eyes, Aubrey just patting my back consolingly. "Anyway, they asked him if he wanted to 'study' with them, at one of their homes."

"Right, study anatomy, more like it," I said wryly, Aubrey giggling.

"Yep. And they were being really obvious about it, but Alex just apologised and said that he was busy, but that he'd be happy to email them his class notes," Aubrey said, making me snort out a laugh. That sounded like my Alex.

"That might not mean that he's slow. He's... non-confrontational these days. Like the day we met for the first time outside the library, and even with his old friends at the party. I just think that's his way of deflecting their advances without directly shutting them down."

"You're so... infuriatingly logical," Aubrey huffed, but then paused. "And pessimistic. But, don't forget that he still technically rejected them. He didn't even want to hang out with them. If you asked him for a study date though... I don't think he'd be able to say no."

"Because we're friends," I said, Aubrey groaning.

"No, because he cares about you. In a highly potential romantic sense," Aubrey added when she saw my apprehensive expression. "Come on, Elias. You just need to pay more attention to the signs he's giving you. His actions are honest, even if he's an idiot."

"At least we can agree on one thing," I said, Aubrey giggling.

"That Alex is an idiot?"

"Yep, that Alex is an idiot," I echoed, Aubrey suddenly screeching and latching her arms over my shoulders, making me drag her weight behind me.

"Yeah, but an idiot you love!" she laughed in my ear, making me blush, though my lips quirked up into a smile.

Yeah, an idiot I love. I guess we actually agree on two things.

Falling for the Bad Boy - Part IX

Alex was on the ground before I could even move to try and catch him, careening into someone. It was a mess of limbs and muttered curses, and when I saw the face of the unfortunate (or lucky) person crushed by Alex, I froze.

It has been years since I last saw Amber Cross, not having even witnessed a glimpse of her since she changed schools, which was around the same time that her and Alex's infamous break-up was made legendary at school.

I knew about the rumours, about how Alex was still head-over-heels in love with her, despite his reputation as a womaniser. She was his first love apparently, and even though she had cruelly broken up with him, he still carried a torch for her deep within his heart.

I had forgotten about her existence, though, to be honest. Since getting to know Alex, he has never even given me a hint of being lovelorn over his ex-girlfriend. He had never mooned over the memory of her, or given any hint that he missed her. In fact, he never mentioned her at all, and much to my odd contradiction of pleasure and unpleasure, he never mentioned any interest in anyone.

Alex's clear disinterest in dating anyone who swooned over him gave me hope, but also made my heart clench - because what if that also applied to me? What made me any more special than all of the gorgeous people that kneeled before this boy beside me?

But Alex had treated me differently. Like Aubrey recommended, I watched Alex and his reactions more carefully, taking in every little twitch of his lips and reddening of his ears. He did smile a lot around me, laugh unabashedly at my jokes, listened attentively to me when I talked, went out of his way to help me. Compared to everyone else, even Aubrey, he seemed to always be paying attention to me.

Maybe not as much attention that I was giving him, but close.

Still, that little bud of hope I had been watering and nurturing over the past few weeks was ruthlessly ripped from the soil and crushed into the dirt when faced with Amber Cross.

An Amber Cross that Alex was supposedly still in love with.

Amber Cross had always been pretty, even when she was younger, which was why everyone said she and Alex made a great couple. Now, though, she had only grown into her curves, her blonde hair perfectly curled and makeup flawless, long lines of her body only made more attractive by the way she wore her usually frumpy school uniform.

I tried not to frown when startled recognition filled Alex's face, the same blossoming on Amber's, the two staring into each other's eyes like everything else in the world was irrelevant.

I certainly felt irrelevant, Alex's attention focused on nothing apart from the girl beneath him.

No, pay attention to me. Please.

"Alex, are you hurt anywhere? Did you hit your head?" I frantically asked, rushing over to the boy and patting him over his school jumper, removing non-existent dirt. I had to force myself not to just haul the boy over to me, to get him away from the beautiful girl before him.

Alex began to turn to me, but was stopped when Amber spoke, in a soft, almost shaky way, like she was scared to shatter a dream.

"This might be crazy... But everything is crazy after... But are you... I hope... God, please tell me you're..." Amber murmured, taking a step towards Alex, the boy's mouth dropping open in shock and... something else.

"No way... A-Ambs?!" Alex gasped, and then before I knew it, Amber had lunged forward with a cry and wrapped her arms around Alex, the boy burying his head in her neck as he gripped her with all of his strength, almost crushing her to him.

My heart was crushed at the same time, but Alex didn't know that.

***

I smiled at Alex's text, the 'it's been a long time and i miss your faces' making my heart clench. Sure, he was referring to both Aubrey and I, but I'd take what I could get at this point.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Ever since he reunited with his ex, I had been terrified that Alex would suddenly stop spending time with me, but the relief was palpable when this innocuous text message proved otherwise. He still wanted to see me and spend time with me, and even someone like Amber didn't get in the way of that.

There was still hope after all.

Or at least, that was what I thought for a whole two seconds, because before I could even knock on the door of Alex's large house it had swung open, revealing someone that was definitely not Alex.

No, instead of the boy I was in love with, it was his ex-girlfriend, wearing comfortable clothes that made the usually glamorous girl look far more homely than I was used to. She had an easy-going smile as she ushered me in, so at ease and at home in her ex-boyfriend's house that I wondered if their relationship was merely a thing of the past.

It's still so early in the day, does that mean she slept over? If she did, she and Alex probably...

I suddenly felt a little nauseous, mind swirling with 'maybes' and 'what ifs', and I just had to get out of there.

Because I didn't think I could stomach seeing Alex fall in love with someone else.

When Alex came down I couldn't even look him in the face, not wanting to see his gentle gaze as he stared at the pretty girl before us, the two of them sharing soft and secret smiles that pushed me far, far away.

So, instead of giving Alex the opportunity to push me away, I stepped back myself, but the momentary relief was soon replaced by heavy regret.

Who's the one running away from their feelings now?

Falling for the Bad Boy - Part X

"That's them, isn't it?" I asked hurriedly, Aubrey nodding as I purposefully did not look in the direction of Alex and his ex-girlfriend. Who was hopefully still his ex-girlfriend, if the information Aubrey had supplied me was the truth. I couldn't bring myself to ask Alex directly if he had gotten back together with his ex, but Aubrey had saved me the pain and embarrassment and just asked him herself.

They're 'just good friends, like siblings' she said as she looked at the messages Alex sent her, giving me a thumbs up with a beaming smile. I groaned, flopping down on the couch and burying my head under a throw blanket.

"Sorry if I struggle to believe you, Aubrey. Last I checked, siblings don't sleep with each other," I said, Aubrey wincing.

"That was in the past, though. Look, Alex just messaged me again, he's really stressing that they're just friends!" Aubrey said, showing me the string of messages. I could just hear Alex's frantic voice in the written text, every adamant denial about him dating Amber a little piece of sticky tape plastering over the broken pieces of my heart.

"So... he's not dating her. Probably," I said, Aubrey rolling her eyes. "Okay, fine. He's not dating her. Yet."

"Yeah, and if you want to keep it that way, you better start trying to woo him properly! Oh! I have the best idea!" Aubrey said, suddenly jumping up and bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement.

"And what brilliant idea is that? I'm concerned," I said, Aubrey grinning.

"I think it's time for you two to take a little romantic trip, don't you think?"

Unfortunately, that 'romantic trip' turned into a 'group trip', but Aubrey assured me that this was still an opportunity for me to spend some alone time with Alex and put some more feelers out with regards to his own feelings.

"Okay, what are they doing? It'll be obvious if I turn my head and stare at them, but you can definitely give them a little discreet side-eye," I said, Aubrey humming and casting the other pair a quick glance, muttering a dainty curse under her breath.

"Okay, um, well, there's no way to sugar coat this, but Alex is kind of holding Amber's arm... and they only have one bag," Aubrey said quickly, waving her arms in the air as I began to deflate. "No, no, no! But like, I hold your arm all the time and we're not dating, it means nothing... Oh. Okay, um, they're coming over here a lot faster now and oh, no, Amber just grabbed Alex's hand."

"Wait, no, Aubrey, this was a bad idea, I don't think-"

"Elias, they're here, act casual!" Aubrey warned, pinching my leg and making me turn to face the hopefully-never-but-probably-dating couple. I managed to plaster a veneer of a smile on my face, trying not to crumble at their shared bag and close proximity.

This hurts. This was a terrible, terrible idea. Why did I let Aubrey rope me into this?

When the group of us meandered to the waiting bus, Aubrey just pat my arm and gave me a thumbs up, but I wasn't able to tell her to not do whatever she was planning to do without Alex or Amber overhearing me.

I was glad my heart was stuck in my mouth, though, since somehow I ended up sitting next to Alex.

I glanced at Aubrey around the side of my seat, giving her a sneaky thankful thumbs up, my friend crossing her fingers for me before turning to Xander's ex-girlfriend with a determined look.

With the girls sitting behind us, it was easy for me to forget that they were there, especially with the way Alex was smiling at me as we talked about tobogganing and the snow.

Partway through our conversation, I noticed a couple sitting a few rows in front of us nodding off, the girl's head bobbing in sleep until it came to rest on her boyfriend's shoulder.

How would Alex react if I just...

I yawned widely and blinked blearily, glancing at the boy beside me when he soon yawned himself.

"We should catch some z's while we can on the way to the snow," Alex said, and I nodded, heart hammering as I closed my eyes, evened out my breathing and tried to act like I was passed out and not about to pass out because of my nerves.

How long does it usually take for someone to fall asleep? If I put my head on his shoulder now, is it too soon? Ugh, I can't even look at my watch without giving myself away. One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand...

Oh, whatever. It's all or nothing.

I gently let my head drop to the side, nestling it against Alex's sturdy shoulder, the scent of his fabric softener and shampoo making me shiver slightly. Alex tensed a little, but after a few moments I felt his shoulder relax, letting me sink into his warmth.

My heart was thundering as I tried to hold back my desire to wrap my arms around his middle and snuggle further into him, and just stayed in that position for a while. Eventually, a bump in the road wobbled the two of us, but before I could lift my head and drop the charade, I felt Alex's gentle hands softly press against the crown of my head, keeping me steady as to try and not disturb my fake sleep.

Oh no, please stop making me fall more in love with you. I don't know what to do with myself.

Falling for the Bad Boy - Part XI

How we ended up here, I couldn't tell you, because I myself could hardly even process what was happening right now, in this moment.

It was a flurry of limbs, startled screaming, an explosion of snow and then...

The warmth of Alex's lips on mine. His arms that broke his fall bracketing me and stopping him from slamming his nose into mine. His surprised gasp. The puff of his breath ghosting my cheek.

And then it was over, far too quickly, and before I could even savour the feeling of his accidental kiss, his panicked expression shattered everything.

Because while to me it was a happy accident, to him it was a horrifying mistake.

***

Sitting in my briefs I kicked down the toilet seat and planted myself there, rapidly texting Aubrey for assistance because I was borderline panicking.

Elias - 5:06pm
Aubrey I need your help
It's about Alex

Aubrey - 5:06pm
Oh no what happened

Elias - 5:07pm
Long story but we kissed
Accidentally
But now Alex is avoiding me and idk what to do

Aubrey - 5:07pm
wait what
BACK UP A MINUTE
I THINK YOU GLOSSED OVER SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT?!
EXCUSE ME?!

Elias - 5:07pm
I'll explain when I get back to the room
It's complicated
Just help me PLEASE I don't want to lose him

Aubrey - 5:07pm
Dont worry i got u bro

Aubrey - 5:28pm
How's it going?

Elias -5:28pm
Well NOTHING is going right now because I'm holed up in the toilet trying to calm down
Thanks for making us room together but now I have no idea what to do
I don't want to freak him out again!

Aubrey - 5:28pm
you'll be fine!!
he was probably just being awkward about the accidental kiss
from my view he wasn't really avoiding you he was just super freaking awkward
anyway this is the perfect time to see how he feels about you

Elias - 5:29pm
Okay thanks for the pep talk
I'm just going to go in there and just
Try and give him hints about my feelings
While trying not to freak him out
But I'm gonna shower first because I stink

Aubrey - 5:29pm
good, because stinking is not romantic
Good luck!!
I'll also get Amber out of the way for you
We'll pick up dinner
I'll take a loooong time to decide what to order to give you guys more time
xoxo

Elias - 5:29pm
I don't say this enough but you're the best

Aubrey - 5:30pm
Oh dont worry
I know!!

I laughed a little at Aubrey's messages, before quickly showering, nervous yet eager to speak to Alex again.

When I got out of the shower, I realised in my haste to escape from the awkwardness surrounding us I had forgotten to bring my clothes, cursing to myself and wrapping my towel around my waist.

Way to not freak him out, Elias. Just walk into your shared room basically naked. Ugh. Just act casual, like it's no big deal. People do this in the school showers all the time and don't think it's weird. Everything is totally, totally normal.

I was about to announce myself at the door as to not surprise Alex, but the creaking of the floorboards gave me away and the boy whirled around. Alex was only wearing his briefs, and I tried not to look in that area but with his... assets, it was hard not to.

Great, now you're staring at him like a complete pervert. If he wasn't freaked out already he's definitely freaked out now that you're staring at his crotch.

I braced myself for his reaction, but instead of cursing at me or accusing me of sexual assault, he just stood there and stared, almost looking dazed as his mouth slightly dropped open.

Why is he... Oh. Wait, could he be... no way...

Is he... checking me out right now too?

Suddenly I was very thankful for forgetting my clothes, and even more thankful to Aubrey for setting this whole thing up, because Alex is looking at me like that.

Maybe I do have a chance.

Alex soon realised that he was staring, and I was too ecstatic that he was still staring to stop him, the moment broken when the boy blushed to his ears and began fumbling around his bag. I choked on my own breath as he bent down, giving me an eyeful of his rounded ass.

Calm down, Eli. Calm down.

"O-oh, you've finished showering? I-I'll go shower now, and you can get changed in our- I mean, this room," Alex endearingly stammered, trying to sashay past me without looking.

Maybe if I just... test him a little I can figure out if he feels anything for me.

So, I did, and while he did run away with a blush while averting my gaze, I managed to catch the small, fleeting glances he cast over me and the way he sucked in a tight breath as I neared.

Maybe Aubrey was onto something... because, maybe, just maybe, hopefully and pleadingly, Alex might have feelings for me too.

Falling for the Bad Boy - Part XII

I internally groaned at the sight of Alex bundled up in his blanket, his soft cashmere jumper a matching green shade to his eyes, its slightly oversized fit not quite hiding the slopes of his toned muscles. I watched out of the corner of my eye at the boy nestled in the chair next to me, biting back a smile when he sniffed lightly, nose a little red from the cold as he blew softly on his hot chocolate. 

He took a sip, letting out a happy little hum as his eyes lit up, and for a brief second I wondered if I could be reincarnated as the mug he was drinking from.

'Insane. You're insane,' I mentally chided myself, stopping my self-scolding midway when Alex's blanket slid off his form. 'I guess I can put some more feelers out...'

I cleared my throat and wordlessly tugged Alex's blanket back over him, making sure my movements were careful. I was very slow as I reached behind him, fingers lightly brushing his jumper, and was a little pleased when the redness from Alex's nose seemed to spread across his cheeks.

'Adorable.'

"Thanks, Elias," Alex said, his smile probably putting a blush on my own face, and I shook my head to try and hide it, taking a long swig from my own mug.

'God, I wish Alex was this mug.'

I was about to start internally yelling at myself for my ridiculous thoughts when Aubrey piped up, eyes sharp but a smile gracing her lips as she looked at Amber. Amber, who was Alex's ex-girlfriend, and who seemed very, very close to the boy that she apparently left heartbroken.

"So, Amber, you used to go to our school, right? So you've known Alex for a long time?" My friend took a long, almost calculating sip of her drink, appearing more like a police interrogator than a high school girl. I gave Aubrey a questioning look, but she just gave me a discreet finger signal telling me she had this under control.

I snuck a look at Alex, who had also turned to look at his ex-girlfriend, and he had an odd pinched expression on his face. He seemed a little uncomfortable, but not heartbroken. My stomach twisted and I tried not to frown.

Best case scenario was that they're just amicable exes, and Alex was completely, totally, one-hundred percent over Amber, any and all feelings already put to rest. A more likely scenario was that he was over her, but their split was so uncomfortable that being around her makes Alex look like he's constipated. And, sadly, the most likely scenario was that he was silently pining over her, but knowing him, he didn't want to burden her with his feelings since they were likely one-sided.

He's not alone there.

I gripped my mug tighter when Amber just flipped her hair over her shoulder casually, smiling. 

"Oh, yeah, we've essentially known each other since birth," the girl said, turning to Alex with a widening grin. Alex snorted a little, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, we've known each other for too long," he joked, Amber gasping in faux offence, shoving the boy next to her, his body in turn bumping into mine slightly. 

"You two seem super close!" Aubrey commented, leaning forward and putting her mug down. "It's really nice that you're still such great friends. I don't think many people would be on such great terms with their exes."

Alex choked on his drink, Amber scrunching her face up a little.

'Huh, weird.'

"Ahahaha, hahaha," Alex seemed to wheeze, slapping his knee. "Yeah, we, um, figured we were totally better as friends! No, as siblings! She's my sister from another mister, and all that. We definitely, definitely don't work as a couple."

My heart stuttered, twisting in a dangerous concoction of confusion and hope.

"Yeah! I mean, I love the dude, but, I mean, dating him is... Yeah, no, ew, I don't even want to think about it," Amber said, chugging the rest of her hot chocolate and slamming the mug down on the table like it was a pint of ale. "Seriously, he's my brother."

"Yep, you're the last person on this earth that I'd ever date. Gross," Alex added, Amber nodding in agreement.

Aubrey and I looked at each other, confusion written on both our faces. We didn't quite know what to think - they were adamantly denying that they had romantic feelings for each other, but they seemed to be going to extreme lengths to prove to us that they weren't together any more. They still obviously cared for each other, and could you really be this close with someone you used to be in love with and just... not be in love any more?

I bit the inside of my cheek, remembering the Alex - Xander  - I thought I knew before this year. The Xander Hart I adamantly avoided. The Xander Hart that used to have girls draped all over him, moving on from one to the next like a butterfly moving from flower to flower, his heart seemingly fickly and aloof.

Even if Alex wasn't in love with her any more... and even in the unlikely, dream-like scenario that he did end up falling in love with me... how long would that love last?

Because if it's Alex, I don't know if I would ever be able to just get over him.

Falling for the Bad Boy - Part XIII

When Alex threw his pants off for Amber's dare, I saw it.

Sure, there was so much of Alex to look at in that moment, considering he was naked apart from his socks. At first my eyes didn't know where to look exactly, whether it be his bare chest, cold-peaked nipples, tight abdominal muscles, or toned thighs. 

For a moment, all I could do was stare at this perfect, gorgeous boy with helpless fixation, until my brain all but ceased to function when he threw the last fabric of modesty off, his underwear landing somewhere I didn't care to see.

Because I saw it.

Even if Alex had cupped himself straight away, trying to preserve the last of his dignity, there was so much down there that he couldn't hide himself if he tried.

So I saw it.

And, good God. It was fucking huge.

Falling for the Bad Boy - Part XIV

I stopped breathing when I heard Alex murmur something in his sleep, face scrunching up slightly as he rolled over, now facing me.

I had cursed him yet again for how easily he seemed to be able to fall asleep when lying beside me, because sleep never came easy when I was sharing a bed with the person I loved.

But now, that one little word, one little name, made me melt into the sheets, covering my face with my hands and letting out a shuddering breath.

"Elias..." Alex whispered, word sleep ridden but clear enough for me to not mistake it as anything else. It was my name, after all. I'd always hear it whenever it fell from Alex's lips, whether he was right beside me or floating on a distant star.

I tried to still my breaths, to not make a noise, in case he said something more. But, apart from that one word, nothing he said was coherent. He did mumble something about kittens being embarrassing, but other than that, all he let out were sleepy groans and the occasional sniffle.

Even though he said nothing more, I couldn't help but smile, covering my mouth to avoid the laughter that threatened to escape.

'If he's dreaming about me... maybe I can dream for a little more, can't I?'

Falling for the Bad Boy - Part XV

But, all dreams, even the best ones, came to an end.

And this one did, in a park on a day where the forecast said there wouldn't be rain, but it rained anyway.

"But... aren't you supposed to be in love with Aubrey?"

When Alex said those deafening words, I stared at his face, uncomprehending for a moment. His face, which its slightly pinched brows and downturned lips, held confusion and panic that was so honest he couldn't hope to hide it.

I loved his honesty, but in this moment, I wish he had lied.

And maybe my face couldn't lie either, because Alex began stammering and tripping over his words, face contorting in worry as he began to reach out to me, but catching himself before he got too close.

"I mean... I always thought..." Alex tried, eyes darting away as he tried to find his words, to try and make me feel better, but with a freshly broken heart, words of platitude were nothing more than bandaids made of air.

And, God, it was painful. And humiliating. And frustrating. And I wanted to cry, and I think I was crying.

'God, I don't want you to see me like this.'

So I ran away.

Falling for the Bad Boy - Part XVI

"I am so mad at him!" Aubrey huffed, crossing her arms over her chest when we sat down a secluded part of the school gardens for lunch. I had looked at our usual table at first, but the cloying fear of Alex's reaction gnawed at me, and once again I ran away. 

I felt a little speck of shame at that, Alex's eyes looking so lost and forlorn, but I didn't know how to talk to him while all of my feelings were still a jumbled, churned up mess inside. With my emotions so unsettled, I didn't think I could speak to him rationally, without getting angry or upset or without just... bursting into tears.

"No, don't be mad at him. It's not his fault. Not really," I said glumly, rubbing my eyes. "I mean, there are more delicate ways to tell someone that they... don't like you back. But, I mean, he was obviously really shocked and kind of blurted out the first thing that came to mind. I can't really blame him for that. It's just... I don't know how to be normal around him, it's... embarrassing, and awkward, and he's looking at me differently. God, if I knew it would turn out like this, I never would've told him about my feelings."

I groaned, slapping myself in the face with my sandwich in frustration, Aubrey patting my shoulder consolingly.

"I swear, Eli... I swear I thought he likes you back. It really seemed like..." Aubrey said, eyes growing watery as she looked at me. "I... I don't think I'm actually mad at him. I'm mad at myself, because this is all my fault. I pushed you into telling him how you feel, and I was the one that told you that he liked you back. But... was I... I was... wrong?"

Aubrey sniffled, shaking her head.

"No, the things I saw... Alex can't... I'm going to have to talk to him," Aubrey said, rallying herself. "All this time, we've all just been going around in circles and roundabouts, and never just taking the direct route."

"I think I took a pretty direct route when I told him how I felt, and look how that turned out," I said, managing to give Aubrey a weak, self-pitying smile. Aubrey just pat my shoulder, shaking her head again.

"But did you stay and listen? Let's be honest, Alex can be... kind of stupid when he's flustered. And I think getting confessed to would definitely make him flustered. It's been a few days now... If he's gotten over the initial shock..."

"Aubrey..." I said warily, the girl just patting my shoulder again.

"Look, I helped make this mess, so I'm going to help clean it up. I'm going to look for him, wait for me, okay?" Aubrey vowed, giving me a hug just as the bell rang to signal the end of lunch.

When Aubrey ran off to her classroom, I lingered in the hallway, leaning on my locker to collect myself, hand over my beating heart and smiling brokenly.

'Even after all this, I can't help but wish for the best, huh. Elias, you idiot.'

Falling for the Bad Boy - Part XVII

I could leave now. It would be so easy to just turn around and blend into the dark of the night, like a ghost. I was sure Alex hadn't seen me, not with the way he was talking to the pizza man, cheeks red from the evening air and looking like a dream in a perfectly fitting suit. 

Dreams end, though. Always.

But some dreams, the really good ones, we couldn't help but try to chase into the waking day. To catch whatever fleeting residue they left, that momentary feeling when you were half asleep that made you believe they were real.

Alex was that residue, standing there and staring at me with shocked eyes, and I realised that while chasing the dream of him in my head I had gotten caught.

Shit.

I frantically glanced around, wondering where I could run off to, but again in my hesitation Alex had already bounded over the road and bound me to him. 

"Please, don't go," Alex whispered, and with that, the string of resolve to stay strong and not become a fool for him a second time crumbled into dust.

'God, Eli,' I thought to myself helplessly, already missing the warmth of Alex's hand around my wrist. 'You just can't say no to him, can you?'

But, as it turned out, there were some things I couldn't help but say 'yes' to.

Because when he asked me if I could ever forgive him for being the stupid, dense, ridiculous in love with me idiot that he was, how could I say anything else other than 'yes'?

Holding Alex in my arms in the pillow fort he made us, stars looking down and smiling, I vowed that I would never let the dream I was holding slip away again.

Never ever.

Loving the Good Boy - Evening

I sighed wearily as I lethargically stabbed at the keyhole to our apartment, twisting the keys with tired arms and aching shoulders, classes wearing me out completely. 

When I shuffled inside, I blinked for a second at the sizzle of food on the stove and the smell of herbs fragrant in the air. Compared to the chill of the evening outside, home was warmth, pulling me in and easing the tension from my body.

"Alex? I'm home," I called out, my voice cut off by a startled yelp and the clattering of pans. Worried, I quickly dropped my bag onto the ground, rushing forward only to find Alex desperately trying to flick on a lighter while cursing under his breath.

On the table were two place settings of our finest dollar store dishes, fresh flowers in a small reused glass bottle in the centre of the table, and most importantly Alex, standing there in a crisp black dress shirt, black trousers and a cheesy 'Kiss the Cook' apron. He had a candle tucked under his arm as he bit his lip, fingers flicking at the uncooperative lighter in his hands.

My heart tightened at the sight of him, even when he was swearing to himself and about to murder the poor lighter.

"Fuck, fire up, fire up, fire up," Alex muttered, but when he noticed I was there, he gave me a sheepish smile. "You're back early. Can you walk back to the door and pretend you didn't see anything?"

"How many minutes do you need?" I asked gently, trying to make my voice even despite wanting to shake with how much love I felt for this boy in this moment. 

"Um, two? You can time me," my boyfriend said, giving me another blinding smile, ushering me out with a short wave of his hand. 

"Alright," I said, making a show of glancing at my watch, Alex only rolling his eyes and getting back to work. I did as he requested, walking back to the door and stepping outside, smiling like a complete fool at the entrance to my own home, foot tapping restlessly and eyes trained on the second hand on my watch. 

Two minutes ticked over and I cleared my throat, knocking on the door. It swung open immediately, Alex having timed it as well, and I was breathless all over again. 

"I'm home," I said again, Alex grabbing my arms and pulling me in, before wrapping me in a tight hug and kissing my lips softly.

"Mhmm. Welcome home," he murmured against my mouth, pulling back only to push a curl of my hair away from my forehead, for it only to bounce back into position. Alex just smiled endearingly at my unruly curls, kissing me again before taking my hand and pulling me back into the dining area.

"I see the candle is being cooperative now," I noted, Alex shushing me with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"And I thought we were pretending you didn't see anything," he huffed, making me snort.

"Right, right. So, what is all of... this?This being stuff I have definitely, definitely never seen before," I said, Alex pulling out a chair and gesturing for me to sit. "Is today an anniversary I forgot?"

I knew it wasn't, because I had painstakingly added every important day, holiday and between day on the calendar hanging on our fridge, not allowing myself to ever forget something and ending up making Alex miserable, because despite being incredibly dense at times, his memory was unparalleled. Alex never seemed to forget an anniversary or milestone, showing me how much he cared about us.

"No, I just wanted to do something nice for you, since you've been stressing about uni so much lately," Alex said simply, as if he wasn't doing anything amazing or important. No, he was merely doing something that he thought was a small, kind gesture and not realising, as always, that this little thing meant so much more.

And that more couldn't be put into words, at least not right in this moment, because there wasn't enough time on earth to find the words to describe what Alex does for me.

So, instead, I just grabbed him by the tomato-splattered 'Kiss the Cook' apron, and pulled him down into a kiss.

"I love you more than words can describe, you know," I whispered once we pulled apart, foreheads pressed together. Alex breathed out a little laugh in return.

"Mm, I know. I feel the same way about you. I love you, Eli," Alex replied, cheeks heating a little despite the familiarity of his words. The two of us shared a pair of smiles, and maybe more than a few kisses, before Alex cursed and said something about the food potentially burning.

Jumping up, my boyfriend straightened his dishevelled apron, heading back to the open kitchen but pausing to turn back to me with a smile. "And, to show how much I love you, I made your favourite, so sit tight, drink some wine, and dinner will be out in a second!"

"I can't wait," I said quietly, smiling to myself when Alex turned back to the stovetop, humming something a few tones out of pitch.

Staring at the boy I loved so much, grinning to himself in the warmth of the home bathed in the colours of the two of us, I smiled helplessly as a sudden burst of want, and then of need spread through me. 

My body moved before I could even comprehend what I was doing, arms sliding around Alex's waist and my chest moulding itself to his broad back. Alex gasped in surprise when I pressed my mouth against the exposed slope of his neck, biting softly.

"E-Eli?!" Alex stuttered after a sharp intake of breath, his hands stirring the pot faltering. "W-What are you..."

"I can't wait," I mumbled again, words muffled by Alex's smooth skin, which I continued to nibble at, soothing my bites with small flicks of my tongue. Alex let out a quiet moan, almost too quiet to hear, but I could feel his stomach clenching under my embrace and his head dropping back to lean on my shoulder.

"But... dinner..." Alex breathed out, turning his head, breath fanning my cheek. I laughed, tilting my own head, our lips barely grazing. Alex's eyes were half-lidded, their startling bright green coyly obscuring themselves, the boy melting into my touch with no resistance at all.

With Alex still bracketed in my arms, I reached around him and flicked off the power on the stovetop. The simmer of my boyfriend's cooking quietened down as my hands returned to his body, teasingly nudging under his apron.

"That's the main course," I said, nose bumping with Alex's, the boy taking a deep breath as his eyes opened wider to stare at me, anticipation and want burning there. "I'd like my kitten to be the entree. What do you think?"

Alex's eyes flashed with something, his cheeks immediately flushing with colour, making me smile. 

"Don't say that, it's so cheesy," Alex huffed, turning his head away from me to hide his blush. I just hummed, knowing that despite the line's cheesiness and Alex's embarrassment, such words only managed to rile him up. And it was working this time, my boyfriend leaning further back into me, his hand dropping down to splay itself against my clothed thigh, rubbing slowly.

"Hm? Really?" I said, feigning ignorance, moving back to kiss my way down Alex's neck and shoulder, my hands sliding up under the apron completely, unbuttoning his black shirt. "I thought you like it when I talk like that, considering how you're rubbing up against me right now. And we both know how my kitten loves to rub himself on things when he's got an itch to scratch."

"Oh God," Alex said shakily, shivering a little, his blush spreading up to his lobes, one of which I took between my teeth. "E-Eli..."

"What place does my kitten want scratched right now?" I asked, voice a whisper in Alex's ear, my boyfriend fingers gripping onto my thighs tightly. My fingers finished unbuttoning his shirt, which now hung open beneath his apron. 

My fingers slowly traced the lines of his abdominal muscles, reaching upwards, until they grazed his hardened nipples. Alex arched back at the contact with a stifled moan, my heart greedily eating up his reaction.

"Here? Does my kitten want to be rubbed here?" I asked, Alex nodding and biting his lip, eyes fluttering closed once again as his head dropped back down onto my shoulder. "Use your words, remember. Tell me exactly what you want, otherwise, well... You might not get what you want."

With that, I dropped my hands from his nipples. Alex almost groaned at the loss of contact, his hands flying from my thighs to grab onto my wrists, shaking a little.

"I want... I want..." Alex said, licking his lips as he guided my hands back up his chest. "Here... I want you to rub me here. It feels so good, Eli... Please?"

It was my turn to suppress a groan, my cock stirring at Alex's provocative words. His voice was tinged with an air of honest innocence, just a desperate plea for me to make him feel good, and that in itself made me lurch forwards into his body to cage him between my arms and the kitchen counter. 

"Mm, that's a good boy," I said, pinching Alex's nipples hard, my boyfriend letting out a surprised "Ah!" that rocked right through him. Alex's breaths began to hasten, growing shallow as I rolled both of his nipples between my fingers, the tender skin reddening and bruising under my touch, just how I knew Alex liked it.

"E-Eli... More. I want more," Alex pleaded, turning himself in my arms to wrap his own around my neck, pulling me down into a heated kiss. 

"Take your shirt off," I said firmly when we pulled apart, Alex beginning to tug at the apron, and I let out a quiet 'tsk', the boy immediately stopping his motions with wide eyes. "Just the shirt. Leave the apron on."

Alex seemed to understand what I was getting at, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, dropping the apron straps and instead manoeuvring his shirt off his skin, the fabric falling away to the floor.

Reaching forwards, I pressed my fingers over the apron covering Alex's chest, immediately finding the raised bumps of his nipples, the boy shaking at the contact. The coarse fabric of the apron would probably chafe against his nipples, the roughness making the sensations harder and stronger, but Alex seemed to relish it.

As I rubbed his nipples through the fabric of the apron Alex struggled to stand still, leaning heavily on the kitchen counter. My boyfriend twitched and squirmed, biting back quiet moans, the image and sound of him so lewd I could feel myself hardening in my pants.

Thinking of pants, I dropped my hands, tapping at the waistband of Alex's trousers. 

"Pants off too," I said in a quiet but clear voice, Alex scrambling to comply. I could understand him completely; my pants were constricting, my hard-on straining against the fabric, and I wanted nothing more than to be rid of them and buried in Alex's ass instead. Or, maybe, have Alex buried inside me instead. That sounded nice, actually.

Either way, I didn't want to rush. Alex was a dish meant to be savoured, after all.

I took a moment to admire my boyfriend in this moment, standing there bare except for the apron hanging from his neck, unable to obscure his broad and muscled frame. He looked beautiful and obscene, especially with the way the apron tented around his hard cock.

I must've been staring at Alex in awe for too long, because my boyfriend tilted his head to the side, brow crinkling. 

"Eli...?"

"You..." I said, voice rough while I stepped towards him, stopping until he was pressed up against the counter again. I cupped his jaw and pressed my thigh between his legs, his mouth parting and all mine for the taking.

"You," I said once again against his mouth, the boy groaning and sliding his hands into the back pocket of my pants, pulling me closer. "You have no idea how good you look."

With that, I crushed Alex's lips with mine, tasting his moans and swallowing them down eagerly. Alex hastily tugged at my shirt, which I pulled over my head, not wanting to waste even a moment of a breath not shared with Alex. 

"Eli..." Alex moaned as I slowly slid down to the ground, fisting the fabric of the apron in my hands, Alex covering his mouth with his palm. "Oh my God..."

"If you need something to gag yourself with, hold this in your mouth," I said, rucking up the apron. Alex did not hesitate, though with his hard and leaking cock now fully on show, I could see how my words affected him. 

Alex took the fabric of his apron from me, pulling it up until he could bite down on it, his hands returning to the edge of the counter to grip it tightly, knuckles white.

I smiled at that, taking a hold of Alex's cock in my palm, its girth and length still a marvel to me even after all this time.

Alex quivered when I slid my thumb over his slit, the smooth glide of his pre-cum slick as I smeared it over his shaft, hot and weighty in my hand. 

"Mmngh," Alex groaned around a mouthful of apron, head dropping back as his chest rose and fell. 

"Feels good?" I asked, Alex nodding, one of his hands moving from where he supported himself on the counter to his chest, twisting his own nipple harshly. His cock twitched in my hand at his self-provocation, and I had to reach down to undo my own fly, tugging my cock out of my briefs to relieve some of the tension. 

With Alex's cock in one hand, and my own in the other, I stroked the two of us in tandem. The sounds of two wet cocks being stroked filled the small apartment, Alex's thighs trembling as he tried to stay upright, his pleasure clouding his head. 

Alex was beautiful all the time, but he was something ethereal when he was drunk with pleasure.

"You told me to drink some wine while waiting for dinner, right?" I said, dropping my cock to grip Alex's with both hands, twisting and stroking, Alex's hips bucking away from the counter. "Well, I think I'd like to have a drink of something else..."

Staring up at Alex, who now looked down at me with wet, glossy eyes, I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. Alex's eyes soon rolled back in his head as he sunk into the heat of my mouth, his cock filling me up and pushing at the back of my throat, and yet still not completely sheathed. 

Big. So damn big, I love it. 

Using my hands to make up for lost length, I bobbed my head up and down on Alex's hard cock, making myself choke on it with happiness. 

"Eeerrigh," Alex moaned, unable to say my name around the make-shift gag, but his body almost collapsed from the feeling of being in my mouth, only caught by his elbows supporting him on the kitchen counter. "Irrmgorncrumgh!"

I've seen Alex rendered speechless by sex so many times now that I could understand the near-gibberish that spilled from his lips, immediately taking my mouth off his cock and clamping my hand around the base, squeezing.

"You're going to cum? Well, we can't have that, can we?" I said, voice rough and bruised, Alex whining as he couldn't hold himself up any longer. I caught him as he slid down onto the ground, his hands scrabbling to hold onto me. The apron dropped from his lips as he almost sobbed.

"W-wait. Eli... Why? But I... I need to cum," Alex said, voice almost broken as he looked at me desperately. "I was so close..."

"I thought you were going to feed me? Make me full?" I said, slowly sliding my pants and briefs down and throwing them across the floor. Alex's eyes widened as I pushed him back slightly so his back hit the cabinets under the counter, climbing onto his lap. 

"Oh, f-fuck," Alex stammered, grabbing onto my hips to help steady me as I reached over his head and onto the benchtop, grabbing the glass bottle of extra virgin olive oil, smirking a little at the irony.

"I know this is less than ideal, but I told you before. I can't wait, so we'll have to improvise with whatever ingredients we have here," I said, drizzling a copious amount of oil onto my fingers and hand, before lifting myself onto my knees and reaching behind me. Alex's fingers dug into my hips as he watched, awestruck and mouth slightly parted, me circle the rim of my asshole. 

"Eli... Eli... You're... God, I love you," Alex whispered as I groaned while fingering myself, the oil a little runnier and messier than the regular lube we used, but doing its job in slicking me up. Alex's hands soon slid around my waist, kneading the flesh of my ass, my body slipping with every slide of the oil. 

I panted against Alex's mouth as his fingers met mine, helping me stretch my ass. His digits were thick yet gentle in the way they disappeared inside me rhythmically, scissoring and stretching me until I felt like the three fingers pumping in and out of me weren't enough. 

Using some of the left over olive oil that had dribbled onto our legs, I quickly pumped Alex's cock a few times, my boyfriend unable to hold back the noises I so loved.

"Alex," I said, voice low and rough, my boyfriend letting out a strangled, desperate noise from his throat. I repositioned myself on his lap after pushing his apron up to bunch the fabric together atop his chest. Supporting myself with hands on Alex's strong shoulders, I nudged Alex's cock with the curve of my ass, his breath hitching.

Smiling a little, I slowed down to kiss Alex's lips softly, my boyfriend whimpering into it as my ass continued to circle the tip of his cock. Leaning forward, my torso pressed tightly against his, only separated by the rough fabric of the apron. I licked my lips in anticipation.

"Guide your cock inside me," I spoke slowly into Alex's ear, my boyfriend's hands on my ass twitching, before one slid down to wrap around the base of his cock. Slowly, so, so slowly, Alex lowered me down onto his large, slick cock, making me groan against his neck. 

Bottoming out, his huge cock nestled so deep inside me I couldn't breathe, Alex hugged me tight to him. I could feel wetness hitting my shoulder where he seemingly couldn't help but shed a tear, making me smile again.

"F-Fuck, you feel so... good... I can't..." Alex whimpered, entire body quivering, a taut bowstring ready to snap.

"You said you'd fill me up, soothe my appetite. I'm rather hungry tonight, you know," I teased, rolling my hips once, Alex choking. "You're going to last long enough to make sure I'm not hungry any more, right? To make sure I've had my fill?"

"Oh G-God... I don't think I can last... B-But, if that's what you n-need..." Alex said shakily, but the way he tightened his arms around me and bit my shoulder showed me that he'd try his best, the wonderful, perfect, good boy that he was.

"That's a good kitten," I said, Alex crying out as I began to move, hips rolling and my ass slapping against Alex's thighs as the slick wetness of our joined bodies echoed around the room. I couldn't speak as I rode him, mind blanking out and thoughts focused solely on Alex and how deep his cock was slamming inside me. He was carving out his shape in me, making me his as much as he was mine.

"Good, so good," I groaned into Alex's ear, my boyfriend sobbing incoherently against my skin, holding me tight to him like he would float away if he didn't. An anchor and a liberator, all in one.

"Can't, I can't," Alex babbled, body sinking against the cabinets he had been leaning on, until he was lying down completely on his back. His apron was completely askew, almost coming undone like he was, and his eyes were wild and glassy staring up at me. With his mouth parted in a circle, salty tears streaked down his handsome face.

I almost came just looking at him, so messed up because of me, but I couldn't yet. I wanted to push him to the edge, see how far he'd go...

"You can, and you will," I said, voice stern as Alex covered his face with his hands, wiping away his tears as he cried out. I took hold of Alex's hands, pulling them from his face and pushing them down on the floor, using them to help hold my body up as I began moving on top of him again.

"Eli... Eli!" Alex repeated, tears leaking out as he blinked up at me, watching me writhe on top of him, riding his cock to bring myself closer and closer to release.

I could feel it building with each time Alex's cock pressed into me, the tight bundle in the base of my belly growing and growing, all reason leaving me.

"So good, you're so perfect, what did I ever do to deserve you?" I chanted, leaning back and holding myself up on Alex's thighs, were were tense and trembling as he tried to hold back his impending orgasm.  

"Eli, I can't, I really can't, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorr-" Alex gasped out through his sobs, shaking his head wildly against the ground, hips bucking up as he came inside me. I groaned at the feeling of Alex's cock shuddering inside my hole, of the heat that followed, but didn't let him pull out.

Alex was heaving out choked breaths, but when he saw me start to move again, his face pulled together with an almost feral desperation, hands gripping the apron around him like a lifeline. 

"Ohhh God, a-again... I c-can't..." Alex whimpered, and I couldn't help but chuckle. Alex's cock had softened slightly inside me, but hadn't gone completely limp. Most men would be completely spent after coming so hard just once, taking hours if not a day to recover. But Alex...

Well, Alex was always special. 

It was easy to forget, sometimes. Alex was always so sweet, sometimes a bit awkward, but it was at times like this that I was reminded of how unbearably hot he could be. The contrast between his tear-streaked face, his adamance that he would die if he came again, but the way his cock seemed to swell even more than before was incredible. 

"Eli, I can't, I really can't! O-Oh God, it's too... It's too... Fuck, f-fuck, fuck," Alex babbled, crying out as his overstimulated cock dragged against my walls. Alex's eyes rolled back, and for a moment it almost looked like he had passed out, if not for the long, guttural wail that erupted from his mouth as his body shook, coming again for a second time in quick succession.

I continued to ride him through his second orgasm, his energy rushing through me and making me groan. I was close, but Alex was gone, already over the edge and falling, falling, falling, but I wouldn't let him hit the bottom yet. Not yet, just a little more. 

"Eli! Eli, please, please, oh God, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm sorry, please, it's too much," Alex begged, and I stilled, my cock aching as I, too, was so, so close.

"Safeword?" I murmured quietly, looking down at Alex, who dragged in a breath. Forcing his eyes open, Alex looked at me, before closing his mouth and shaking his head minutely. I paused, wanting Alex to say it clearly, not wanting to take the small shake of his head as law, because I would stop if he wanted. Really wanted. Needed.

Like he would do anything for me, I'd do anything for him, even stop.

"No, keep going," Alex whispered, and that was all I needed to chase my release.

Alex cried out again as his spent cock was forced back to hardness, my boyfriend screaming that it was too much once again, that it hurt, that he'd die, that he couldn't do it, that he's sorry he couldn't hold on for me.

"You've been so good, I'm so proud of you, you're perfect," I said, collapsing down on him and smothering his mouth with mine. "Can you come one more time, with me?"

"M-Mmhmm," Alex squeezed out through his rattling chest, eyes closing tightly as he let me follow him over the edge, the two of us gasping out as we came. Alex could barely make a noise, his mouth just parted yet no air coming out, body crumpling against the ground as I drained him for the third time. Alex's cock inside me didn't spurt much more cum, already having filled me with two loads of his seed, completely wrung dry. I, however, spilled over Alex's stomach, milky white streaks the finishing touches to the completely wrecked image Alex presented to me, a painting so beautiful I burned it into my memory.

Alex started crying again, the tension in his body all flowing out as I finally let him pull out of me, his cock laying limp on his thigh. I groaned a little as I raised myself from his body and felt the ooze of his cum from my hole drip down my inner thigh.

It was a long moment later, after the two of us managed to catch our breaths and I rudimentarily cleaned us up with a kitchen towel, that Alex spoke.

He was a little embarrassed as he looked at the abandoned dinner he had been making, smiling with a blush far too adorable for the moment. 

"I don't think I can get up to finish cooking dinner for you, sorry," Alex said, and I laughed, shaking my head.

"Don't worry about it, it's my fault I distracted you," I said, peppering his face with small , soothing kisses. "Besides, you fed me pretty well already."

"Eli!" Alex said, covering his face in embarrassment, making me laugh again.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm only joking. Kind of. But, how about showering, and then ordering delivery? We can put all this stuff in the fridge and finishing cooking it together tomorrow."

"Sounds good," Alex said softly, kissing me gently as he pulled himself up from the ground, wincing a little. He looked exhausted, but the glow under his skin and behind his eyes was so alive. "I really need some carbs, should we get pizza? And, you better look forward to the meal I had planned for you tomorrow, it was going to be suuuper good."

"Yeah, I can't wait," I replied, gazing at the beautiful boy in front of me, all blonde hair and green eyes and gentle, loving smiles. Staring at him in that moment that felt leagues beyond perfect, just one thought went through my mind:

Yeah. I can't wait for tomorrow and every day after it, because I get to spend them all with you.

- The End -

Also, please enjoy this lovely piece of fan art made by the lovely @xiao_jia_. It's amazing! <3