opalescent
in
__vam
(no subject)
130lbs of failure.
One: 'It's not alright..'
Two: 'Nobody's listening'
Three: 'Difference'
Four: 'Sticks'
Five: 'Female parts are gross'
Six: 'Friends'
Seven 'Who am I?'
My eyes fell down upon Bam, his eyes were looking at my chest. His hands were placed on my shoulders, pushing me against the wall. I was going to panic.
I always panic. I wasn't used to feeling this way. Being shown this sort of feeling he was showing me. He liked me. I know he did. He told me in his room today, told me he wouldn't rush me. What was he doing now? Rushing.
I admit, it felt nice. But.. I couldn't do this. I wasn;t ready to show him who I really was. I couldn't come undone. I needed to stop him.
"A-are you hungry?" I asked, trying to think about something other than his hands on my wet skin.
"Starved." He said, lifting his mouth to mine. It was like a dream, where two lovers kiss so tenderly, so lovingly.
Only it was better than a dream. He was hungry, so hungry. We both were. But, Bam didn't devour, although there was a distinct part of me that wouldn't have minded it if he had devoured me right here. With his hands on me, my body pressed against the door and his pressed against me. I was pinned between the two. His actions were so passionate I thought he was going to devour me. Instead Bams kiss was slow, thoroughly, continually, as if indeed he was indeed starved and was going to get his fill, all in one kiss.
I braced my hands against his shirt, pulling on it slightly. Though he was pushed against my soaking wet body, his chest beneath was warm, almost hot to the touch. I was surprised steam wasn't rising off it. It warned my hands, as if i was colling them over a fire. He was pushed hard against my body, the towel soaking up the water dripping off of me.
"Your clothes are going to get w-wet" I stammered as he trailed kisses along my jaw and up to my temple.
"I was thinking the same thing." He said, backing away a little, making the air between us ever more erotically charged.
"Take it off.." I said, pulling at his shirt a little before dropping my hands to his hips. I meant to ask more politly but it came out as sort of a growl.
Still kissing me, he trailed his hands down my chest, my hips, furthur, until his hands were in mine. He lead them, pressing them to his shirt.
"You take it off."
A shudder of pleasure went through me at the prospect of feeling his skin beneath my fingers. I stumbled with my desire, taking several tries before fulling removing it. His kissing didn't help my equilibrium any. I pushed my hands against his chest, i coudnt resist not having direct contact with it. The warmth pooled between my thighs as he writhled under my touch.
His hands moved over mine, as he groaned. Kissing my chest, licking it slightly. His tounge was like velvet against my skin. I felt my body grow hard and I let out a small moan.
"Ville.."
My name fell from his mouth. It sounded pleading. Needy. Flashbacks of my father went through my head as he pinned me to the ground, screaming faggot, and nancy boy in my face.
I blinked a few times, shaking my head.
"I-I can't do this." I pushed him a way.
He removed his hands from my chest, looking up at me. My words had struck him hard.
"i-im sorry.." I apologized.
He shook his head, bending down to pick up his shirt. Pulling it over his head he waited for me to move away from the door, and then left without another word.
I let my body fall against the door and slid down. My hands in my head.
Why do I always fuck things up?
One: 'It's not alright..'
Two: 'Nobody's listening'
Three: 'Difference'
Four: 'Sticks'
Five: 'Female parts are gross'
Six: 'Friends'
Seven 'Who am I?'
My eyes fell down upon Bam, his eyes were looking at my chest. His hands were placed on my shoulders, pushing me against the wall. I was going to panic.
I always panic. I wasn't used to feeling this way. Being shown this sort of feeling he was showing me. He liked me. I know he did. He told me in his room today, told me he wouldn't rush me. What was he doing now? Rushing.
I admit, it felt nice. But.. I couldn't do this. I wasn;t ready to show him who I really was. I couldn't come undone. I needed to stop him.
"A-are you hungry?" I asked, trying to think about something other than his hands on my wet skin.
"Starved." He said, lifting his mouth to mine. It was like a dream, where two lovers kiss so tenderly, so lovingly.
Only it was better than a dream. He was hungry, so hungry. We both were. But, Bam didn't devour, although there was a distinct part of me that wouldn't have minded it if he had devoured me right here. With his hands on me, my body pressed against the door and his pressed against me. I was pinned between the two. His actions were so passionate I thought he was going to devour me. Instead Bams kiss was slow, thoroughly, continually, as if indeed he was indeed starved and was going to get his fill, all in one kiss.
I braced my hands against his shirt, pulling on it slightly. Though he was pushed against my soaking wet body, his chest beneath was warm, almost hot to the touch. I was surprised steam wasn't rising off it. It warned my hands, as if i was colling them over a fire. He was pushed hard against my body, the towel soaking up the water dripping off of me.
"Your clothes are going to get w-wet" I stammered as he trailed kisses along my jaw and up to my temple.
"I was thinking the same thing." He said, backing away a little, making the air between us ever more erotically charged.
"Take it off.." I said, pulling at his shirt a little before dropping my hands to his hips. I meant to ask more politly but it came out as sort of a growl.
Still kissing me, he trailed his hands down my chest, my hips, furthur, until his hands were in mine. He lead them, pressing them to his shirt.
"You take it off."
A shudder of pleasure went through me at the prospect of feeling his skin beneath my fingers. I stumbled with my desire, taking several tries before fulling removing it. His kissing didn't help my equilibrium any. I pushed my hands against his chest, i coudnt resist not having direct contact with it. The warmth pooled between my thighs as he writhled under my touch.
His hands moved over mine, as he groaned. Kissing my chest, licking it slightly. His tounge was like velvet against my skin. I felt my body grow hard and I let out a small moan.
"Ville.."
My name fell from his mouth. It sounded pleading. Needy. Flashbacks of my father went through my head as he pinned me to the ground, screaming faggot, and nancy boy in my face.
I blinked a few times, shaking my head.
"I-I can't do this." I pushed him a way.
He removed his hands from my chest, looking up at me. My words had struck him hard.
"i-im sorry.." I apologized.
He shook his head, bending down to pick up his shirt. Pulling it over his head he waited for me to move away from the door, and then left without another word.
I let my body fall against the door and slid down. My hands in my head.
Why do I always fuck things up?