Another hour had passed and it was already 2 hours away from midnight. Time was passing by so fast this day. And also unpredictable. Very unpredictable. I was back to being myself again in a day's time. It was almost like I wasn't even sick in the first place. But the words stayed, certainly, with the stories and the feelings and everything I choose to keep within him and I.
"I'm stuffed!" He said as he threw away both the boxes that was once filled with steaming hot stretchy cheddar pizza.
"I know. Who wouldn't be?" The boredom of my voice was hardly concealed even for me. But who really wouldn't be stuffed after he almost ate an entire box by himself. I can't blame him, the pizza was just too good, plus, he paid for it. A freebie for me.
"Would you call that a midnight snack or a late dinner?" He was always good in making me comfortable with his words, though except for-
"I'd call it a semi-midnight dinner." I tried to put in a bit of enthusiasm.
"Works for me." He shrugged it off and sat back down beside me on the couch.
We were watching a series earlier, I didn't really pay attention to it since it wasn't my style. Action. Nope, sorry. But I made sure to laugh here and there when it's needed and gasp at the right thrillers and making sure to remember their names which were Ryan, the star, and J- I don't remember.
"Dude, when Jackson almost hit Ryan's sister with his bullet. I was sweating buckets!"
Oh right, Jackson.
"He deserved to die." I basically ended the whole conversation with eagerness and he bought it.
"Yeah, he does." His voice dropped slightly lower in emotion.
"I thought you watched this before." That's something I remember about the series that he wanted me to know.
"For the fourth, it still kicks though. Like I've never watched it before. I bet you weren't even paying attention. Am I right?" He finally said.
Did he actually know about it and not do anything? Damn, he had every right to be bummed out at this point.
"Do you wanna know how I know" He said as his cheeks rose, smiling, before I could even say a word.
"Fine, tell me. Won't you?" Turns out he really did. And I gave up trying to have a facade.
"You always laughed with me." I didn't really get it. Was I not supposed to?
"And? What about it?" I admitted.
"Yeah sure, I laughed at the funny parts but then there was an inside joke that I laughed at halfway in the episode that I'm pretty sure I only know about and that's when I knew. Plus, your vibe was off, too." Well that was contradicting. When I thought I'd actually hid what happened earlier it didn't seem to go away.
"Sorry, it wasn't really on my tastebuds. Though the pizza was." There was no point in lying, I would only waste my efforts later if I did.
"So, what is your style?" I had to think about that question longer than how I'd expect myself to be thinking. Warren. What kind of taste attracts Warren. Then there was the double meaning.
"In film or in food?" I caught myself dazed as his hazel eyes were fluid as I finished my sentence.
"You do know that your eyes are amber right?" He brought up an out-of-nowhere topic and I realised that we were staring atneach other for too long. I looked down.
"I usually enjoy RomComs in film and east asian for food." I bluntly said, still looking down.
"No, it's pretty." He added, not buying the distraction, and held my face with his hand making me look up at his eyes once more.
"You're really pretty." Was all of this 'netflix' and chill just a part of his plan? Because if it is, then it's working on me.
"Stop, Kyle. I'm not." I said silently as my cheeks felt suddenly warm.
We were both facing each other on his couch, our bodies a feet or two away but our faces several inches.
The place was silent, the TV was still on but wasn't loud, but my heartbeat was drumming against my chest. I wanted him, I wanted him to be mine. But would it all be worth it even when I felt so broken because of him? The answer was a few inches away. And this question wouldn't be left unsolved.
Our lips touched again and both of us dove in. I was suddenly breathless and I could tell that he was too. I moved toward him and grabbed his waist and his neck. Our tongues were dancing in unison and I could feel his breaths getting deeper and stronger. He then slowly laid me down on his blue sofa. He bit my lower lip and I accidentally let out a silent moan and he chuckled.
I opened my eyes and ours met. His was full of suppressed love and a touch of thirst.
He removed his shirt revealing his perfectly carved muscles and I did the same.
We kissed more like it was the last thing we could do. Then suddenly, he pulled back but I wanted more.
He looked at me with love filling his irises. "I love you."
Then his lips were on my neck as I dug my fingers in his hair.
He pulled down the pants I borrowed from him, leaving me in my boxers.
"What are you doing?" I suddenly asked
"Is this your first?" He replied, ignoring the question and went back to kissing my neck.
I simply gave an 'uh-huh' that sounded way more anxious than I'd expect.
"Don't worry. this will just be quick." He reassuringly said looking at my eyes before taking my boxers.
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"Uh! Kyle!" My voice sounded more eager this time. I was in cloud nine, he was sucking me off and it was the best thing I could imagine.
"Slow down! I'm about to---" My eyes rolled back from the lust. Then I came. Inside of his mouth.
Who knew that he actually wanted to do this in the first place. But I didn't care. We were happy with each other. I felt so tired even though I didn't really do much
"I love you, too. Kyle."
Out of everything that happened I was sure of three things. One, he loved me and two, I loved him, and three. I really am tired.
"My turn." Kyle said with his usual smooth and broad voice. But I was too tired to do anything.
"Let's just do it t-tomorrow. I'm getting tired" I admitted, eyes closed, already dreaming. Of us, together.
"Fine. Whatever you say." He said as he kissed me on my forehead and suddenly carried me from the couch.
I could feel the warmth of his chest and the firmness of his arms on me, I was still closing my eyes.
"Whatever we say." Was my last breath before falling deep into unconsciousness.