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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,511
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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His girl dumped him again. This time for real he says. She\'s a damn bitch anyways so I\'m not sorry to hear it. I can see he\'s tryinal hal hard not to cry though.
We go back to my house because my parents are out for the night. He has some weed and I still have half a bottle of vodka under my bed left over from some party or other.
We get fucked up and he ends up sobbing his guts out, body curled tightly against my chest as we lay on my bed. I\'m holding his head gently in my hands, thumbs rubbing circle against his wet cheeks. I blame the weed as I press my lips against his face.
I want to take the pain away so badly. I want to wrap him up in myself and make him forget about her. His eyes blink open, a brilliant blue and he stares up at me. \'What are you doing?\' Is written all over his face but he doesn\'t say anything so I pretend not to notice. I move really slowly this time, waiting for him to shove me away. My lips brush against his, they part under mine only after a little prodding. His tongue slides into my mouth and his breath hitches, the tiny sound seeming so loud in the sudden quietness.
He tastes like weed and tears. We continue kissing. After a while he turns his head away and breaths against my neck quietly. He\'s crying again, shoulders shivering and twitching. I\'m not sure if it\'s me or her that\'s got him crying this time.
I sit up slowly, pulling the blankets over our bodies, and then curl up against him again. He lets me wrap my arms around him. His eyes are closed and I wonder if he\'s imagining I\'m her. I hold him \'til he drifts off into sleep.
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We go back to my house because my parents are out for the night. He has some weed and I still have half a bottle of vodka under my bed left over from some party or other.
We get fucked up and he ends up sobbing his guts out, body curled tightly against my chest as we lay on my bed. I\'m holding his head gently in my hands, thumbs rubbing circle against his wet cheeks. I blame the weed as I press my lips against his face.
I want to take the pain away so badly. I want to wrap him up in myself and make him forget about her. His eyes blink open, a brilliant blue and he stares up at me. \'What are you doing?\' Is written all over his face but he doesn\'t say anything so I pretend not to notice. I move really slowly this time, waiting for him to shove me away. My lips brush against his, they part under mine only after a little prodding. His tongue slides into my mouth and his breath hitches, the tiny sound seeming so loud in the sudden quietness.
He tastes like weed and tears. We continue kissing. After a while he turns his head away and breaths against my neck quietly. He\'s crying again, shoulders shivering and twitching. I\'m not sure if it\'s me or her that\'s got him crying this time.
I sit up slowly, pulling the blankets over our bodies, and then curl up against him again. He lets me wrap my arms around him. His eyes are closed and I wonder if he\'s imagining I\'m her. I hold him \'til he drifts off into sleep.
[end]