We decide to take a break from our homework, and because I'm always curious about Christian, I take a tour of his room. I look over his small book collection, and notice I have similar favorites at home —- a thought that makes me smile —- before I move on to look at his extensive shelving of music. I let my fingers skim along Christian's albums while he sits on his bed, his hot gaze burning holes into my back. I shiver and straighten my spine as I pull out a record and run my hand over the cover, looking over the finer details, I trace the lettering with my fingertip. I hear the bed creak, followed by the whine of the floorboards as Christian's weight moves over the top of them.

I feel him stop behind me, and his hands slide around my waist as his nose skims along my neck. A shiver races up my spine when his lips brush against my ear, as he softly whispers, "Would you like me to play it for you?"

My eyes flutter shut at the warmth of his body pressing up behind me, and I sink back against his board chest as I quietly reply, "Yes . . ."

Christian kisses the side of my neck and gently pulls the album out of my hands, and breathes, "Okay."

I nearly melt at the sound of his deep husky voice, but by some miracle I manage to drag my body back to the bed, where I collapse with my legs beneath me. Christian fiddles around with his record player, and then music fills his room. It's nothing slow and romantic, it's fast and upbeat with a lot of drums and bass, but it fits into the moment perfectly as Christian rejoins me on the bed. Our half-finished homework still covers the mattress, but it gets jostled and shoved over the edge when I crawl my way onto Christian's lap.

My pulse is racing as I slide my hands up his chest and tentatively brush my fingers over his cheek; while Christian touches my waist and carefully pulls me closer. We've been growing more intimate over the past few days —- not that I'm in anyway complaining —- and each time I press my lips to Christian's, I grow stronger and more confident. Christian oozes charm and self-confidence, and he's never shy about helping me to explore. But he's also mindful of my limitations, and I absolutely love him for that.

My hands slide over Christian's ears into his hair, my fingers sinking into the thick strands to rest my arms around his neck. Christian's hands hover around my waist, as if letting me take the lead. I accept it gladly, and peck Christian's lips before gently shoving his back against the pillows, his gaze darkening as I move to straddle his lap. As I kiss him, my desires begin to intensify, and I find myself slowly rolling my hips over Christian's as my breathes gradually turn into soft pants.

Christian's grip on my waist tightens and his lips attack my neck while my body continues to roll and grind against his, our passion for each other turning wild as I dip my head forward and brush my lips over Christian's ear. "Take off my shirt," I whisper.

Christian's lips still on my neck, and then his gaze flickers up to mine as he whispers, "Beau—-"

I press my finger to his lips, and mutter, "Please, I just want you to take off my shirt. That's all, Christian, I just want you to see a part of me."

Christian studies my face for a long moment, looking for signs of doubt or hesitation, before he softly replies, "Okay . . ." A small smile twitches at my lips, while Christian gently grabs the hem of my shirt and slowly pulls it up.

When it passes over my head and comes off my arms, and the cool air of his room wraps around my naked skin, I suddenly become very cold and insecure. But at the same time, a small fire has begun to burn inside my belly, and all it needs is a little bit of air to grow stronger. Christian notices the changes, and he sees my fears but at the same time, he sees the bravery that I feel tucked away inside me. Christian smiles softly and tentatively reaches out to stroke my cheek, his fingers delicately caress my skin and his eyes never waver from mine.

His smile grows as he leans down and softly presses his lips to my collar bone, his teeth barely grazing my skin as he sinks his hand into my hair and kisses me. His lips hesitate on mine, as he gently whispers, "You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

My cheeks flush at his compliment, and I bite my lip as I shyly dip my head forward and tuck it into Christian's neck. I wind my arms around his waist, and close my eyes. "I love you," I whisper.

Christian's hand gently rans over my bare back, and I feel his lips brush my hair when he softly replies, "I love you too, Beau."

I smile and lift my head out of his shoulder, and grinning, I ran my fingertips over his bottom lip and teasingly ask, "How much do you love me?"

Christian chuckles at my question, and then the bright light in his eyes turn dark and smoldering, and suddenly Christian has me on my back. I gasp, and my pusle begins to quicken as I stare wide eyed up at him —- breathless, speechless. Christian stares down at me with his deep, chocolate colored eyes, and then he shifts his weight until only one arm is supporting him. He reaches out to run his fingers over my bottom lip, and huskily replies, "I love you so much, Beau, words can't even fathom it." Christian whispers, his every word ringing with undeniable sincerity.

I gasp, and have to bite my lip against my tears, but a few still spill over as I reply, "Don't turn mushy on me now."

Christian chuckles and quickly kisses me before rolling over, and when his stunning face is no longer looming over me, I suck in a very much needed breath before sitting up too. I know my cheeks and neck are probably beet red, and I rub my face as I look around for my shirt; only for Christian to embarrass me further by handing it too me. I accept it shyly, and pull it on just as there's a knock on Christian's door before it swings open to reveal an older, much more immature looking version of Christian.

Michael, I think, as I immediately recognize him from the photo album.

Michael glances between us, and I can see a sly smile forming along his lips before he says, "Hey Christian, I thought I heard you in here! So mom and dad—-"

Thud!

"Ow!" Michael cries, after Christian launches one of his pillows at his brother's face.

"Get out, you pervert!" Christian yells.

Michael laughs, and flips his brother off before closing the door behind him. Then we hear him smack the wall and yell, "My baby brother, the mush ball!"

I slap my hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter, and Christian gasps before jumping off the bed as he races toward the door and flings it open. "You were eavesdropping on us!?" Christian yells, and then I hear another thud followed by another cry of pain. I cringe and bite my bottom lip as I wait for Christian to return from beating up his brother, and decide to finish my homework until then, since it's bond to take awhile.

Christian returns a little while later, and when he steps into the room I glance up from a particularly hard algebra equation, and burst into giggles at his appearance. Christian's usually sexily tousled hair is wild, with stray strands going every which way; and he usually perfect brow is marred with a frown. I purse my lips and abandon my books. "Who won?" I ask, with a teasing grin.

Christian glances at me and huffs before clasping onto his back on the bed. I chuckle as he lays his head down on my upper thigh and reaches his hand up to wrap around my neck, he pulls me down and I eagerly lean closer. Christian's lips barely brush mine as he quietly replies, "I did, of course."

I grin and peck his lips, and softly mutter, "Of course."

Christian sighs and lets his hand fall from behind my neck, and as he does, it grazes pass my side. I gasp and release a squeak, that's soon followed by a series of giggles that cause Christian to glance up at me curiously. I slap my hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter, while Christian slowly sits up and turns to face me. A mischievous light sparkles in his eyes, and a slow grin begins to curve along his lips. "Beau, are you perhaps, ticklish?" he asks teasingly.

I bite my bottom lip and shake my head. "No, so don't even brother wasting your—- Ahh hahah!" I laugh as Christian lunges forward and merciless begins to tickle me. I gasp and wheeze between each cry and laugh, my legs uncontrollably kicking in a desperate attempt to break free.

But Christian is ruthless and doesn't present me with an opportunity to escape, so I'm just left struggling beneath him trying to catch my breath between each burst of laughter. "Ch-Christian!" I whizz. "P-Please, I'm going to pee!"

Christian finally lets me go with a laugh, and grins. "Sorry babe, but I saw an opportunity and I took it," Christian replies cheekily.

I still haven't quit regained my breath, so I lay on my back squinting up at him. "I'll get you back....for this," I gasp, and suck in a deep breath before releasing it, and then I frown up at Christian as I mumble, "Did you-Did you just call me 'babe'?"

A hint of color fills Christian's cheeks. "Um, maybe . . ." he quietly replies.

I giggle and throw my arms up around his neck, and kiss his cheek as I softly reply, "You're adorable."

Christian's cheeks turn a bright red, and he chuckles while he teasingly jokes, "Now you're just being mean."

I laugh too, as I reply, "Well you started it."

Christian smiles and raises his arm to caress the back of his hand across my cheek; my eyes drift closed at his gentle touch. "Would you like to go downstairs, my parents should be home soon.?" Christian mutters.

I sit up with a small smile, and mutter, "Sure, and I'll finally get to meet your brother." I say with a grin.

Christian smiles too, but I see force behind it, and I begin to wonder what I said. Christian pulls me to my feet and out the door though before I can get the chance, and then we're going downstairs just as we hear Christian's parents pull into the driveway.

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