***Kory’s POV***

                “Wal-Mart…”

                “Kory, don’t you even think about it.”

                “Kmart…”

                “Kory, I mean it. I will seriously kill yo-”

                “TARGET!”

                My palm collided with Trace’s forehead and he rocked back slightly. He rocked forward and glared at me.

                I jumped off his bed and held up a pillow for protection. He got up and stormed over to me. I whimpered and gave him puppy dog eyes.

                “DON’T KILL ME! I’M ADORABLE!” I shrieked and winced as his hand shot out.

                He grabbed me and forced me to my feet. I clutched the pillow tightly as he threw me onto his bed and crawled on top of me.

                “You’re being bad again,” he breathed. His breath blew on my neck and I shivered like I always did. I nodded my head slowly as he began to nibble at my neck. My mom hadn’t seen the bruise or the hickey yet. I had been avoiding her and Brandon. Then again, that had only been yesterday. So I would probably be caught soon.

                “Do you have to be taught a lesson?” Trace asked and I nodded eagerly.

                He sucked at my neck and I couldn’t help but moan. He trailed kisses up my neck to my chin before going back down my neck. His hands moved to my shirt and I helped him pull it off of my body.

                He kissed down my chest and then I moaned again as he flicked his tongue over my right nipple. He began to suck it while gently massaging my left nipple with his thumb. The lower half of his body was beginning to gently grind on me and I felt myself growing excited.

                He traced his tongue down my stomach to the waist band of my jeans. He grabbed my hips and grinded on me harder.

                Trace suddenly stopped grinding on me and smirked. “Have fun with your cold shower. Alone,” he said and rolled off of me.

                I frowned, actually a little hurt this time. Trace seemed to notice and gave me a questioning look, sitting next to me.

                I sat up and adjusted myself, fighting off a blush as I did so. “Trace…if you can’t be like…that…with me, than why are we together? Are you really even gay?” I asked quietly.

                “Kory, I kissed you, made out with you, grinded on you… I’m definitely gay for you,” he said in annoyance, rolling his eyes at me.

                “But you wouldn’t do anything sexual with you. I’m not saying that sexual stuff makes or breaks a relationship- it doesn’t – but I do think it’s important to know you would do that stuff with me. Otherwise, you might not actually be gay,” I said, wondering if I was making sense to him.

                I looked down at my hands as Trace fell silent. What if he wasn’t really gay for me? What if he had just been lying to himself or something?

                My head jerked up in surprise as Trace climbed into my lap and forced me to lie back down. He crashed his lips on mine, his tongue going into my mouth and exploring it as his thumbs massaged my nipples again.

                He began to grind on me again. “I love you Kory. I know I do,” he whispered and kissed me again.

                “Trace…please…only if you mean it,” I whispered as he began to trail kisses down my stomach again.

                “I’m not doing this to prove anything Kory. I’m going this because I want to and because I love you,” he said, his voice and eyes fierce with honesty.

                He pulled my jeans off and then my boxers were the only thing between Trace and the possible truth. He looked into my eyes and I saw that his expression was thick with lust and want.

                He pulled my boxers off and began to work his hands on me. I moaned scrambled to get Trace’s shirt off. I threw it to the ground and whimpered as Trace wrapped his mouth around me and sucked me.

                I tangled my hands in his hair as he began to suck me harder. He ran his tongue over my tip and I moaned loudly. “Trace!” I gasped.

                His eyes locked on mine and I groaned as he ran his tongue over my tip again. I thrust my hips up as I came in his mouth.

                He swallowed and crawled on top of me, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself. He bit my bottom lip playfully and I smirked at him.

                He unbuttoned his jeans hurriedly and threw them to the floor. He pulled his boxers off and threw them away as well, positioning himself over me.

                I prepared myself for the pain, but still cried out as he thrust into me. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my trembling lip in pain.

                “Do you want me to stop?”

                I shook my head.

                “Do you love me?”

                I nodded.

                He thrust into me again and I bit my lip harder. He slowly thrust into me again, this time hitting my spot. I moaned his name and could imagine him smirking as he began to thrust into me more, harder and faster.

                “Kory,” he moaned as he came inside of me. He pulled out of me and I rolled into his arms, kissing him deeply.

                “I love you Kory,” he whispered and ran his hand through my hair.

                “I love you t- HOLY FUCK I’M FINALLY NOT A VIRGIN!” I cheered.

                I rested my head on his bare chest, loving the feel of his strong arms around me. “I do love you Trace,” I said softly, feeling tired.

                “I’m going to take a shower. Care to join me?” he asked casually.

                My eyes widened and I grinned. “It’s about time!” I cried and pulled him up and out into the bathroom. Trace rolled his eyes and started up the shower.

                We stepped in together once the water was nice and warm. Trace wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my neck.

                “We better take an actual shower Kory. My dad will be home in a little,” he said with a sigh. I frowned, disappointed.

                “But another time,” he said with a smirk, kissing me. I smiled again. “Yay! Time to scrubba dubba my ching chong,” I said and began to whistle as I grabbed soap.

                Trace sighed and shook his head. “You are so weird,” he grumbled. We showered up and wrapped ourselves in towels before parting into our own rooms to redress.

                I came out in fresh clothes and went into Trace’s bedroom. I frowned to myself as I saw him staring intently out of his window, arms crossed over his chest and chewing on his lip.

                I crept up behind him. “What’s wrong Mr. Frownypants? Do I need to turn that frown upside down?” I asked with a wink.

                Trace jumped a little before glaring at me. “It’s called knocking,” he grumbled.

                “You just knocked me. Now what’s wrong?” I asked, wrapping my arms around him and jumping into his arms, pecking his lips.

                He carried me over to his bed and sat down with me in his lap. There was a troubled look in his eyes as he began to chew on his lip again.

                “Nothing’s wrong,” he lied flatly.

                “Trace, come on. I’m dumb, not stupid. There’s obviously something bothering you,” I said stubbornly. I sighed. “Please tell me.”

                The front door opened and Brandon called out a greeting. Trace stood up, setting me on the ground and kissing me quickly. “I have to go ask him something,” he mumbled and left his room.

                I stared after him and frowned deeply to myself. I really hoped that he wasn’t having second thoughts about our relationship.

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A.N.- I know it's short but I have a friend coming over in, like, 10 minutes D; But comment/vote and I'll upload for you guys tomorrow!<3

Look at Trace! Do you guys think he's having second thoughts? :( ;D