Drawn to you

His apartment is even closer to my new place than my parent’s house is, so we’re there in less than five minutes.
“Do you want a drink or anything?” he offers as we enter his apartment, and he drops his keys on the bench. I lean against the front door, watching him move about. Without waiting for my answer, he takes out two glasses and fills them with cold water from the fridge. “Here.”
He stands in front of me, watching as I take the glass and drink down the water. I don’t know why, but the way he watches me, makes me very warm. As soon as I’ve finished, he takes the glass from me, brushing his fingers against mine as he drinks his own water. My breathing quickens as I watch him in return. I feel like I’m a deer, caught in headlights. I can’t stop watching and waiting.
Placing the two glasses on the table beside us, he entwines his hands with mine, moving his fingers sensuously against my own. Slowly, his hands travel the length of my arms, and up over my shoulders, causing my skin to prick as his fingertips brush lightly against my skin until he’s cupping my face either side, his fingers sliding into my hair as he smooths his thumbs against my cheeks.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes travelling over my face like he’s studying every curve and hollow – every line. “I just…want to kiss you. Nothing more.”
His mouth closes over mine as I willingly part my lips, granting him entry, moaning as his tongue slides over mine. My hands travel up to his waist and under his shirt. I’ve been making out with him all night, and I want to feel his skin. My body wants more. I want more. Pressing against him, I feel his own need for me growing and pressing into me. My hands pull, and my fingers curl into his skin, bringing us closer, as I moan and move against him, loving every deep sound that escapes his throat. His hands drop from my face and reach down to grip my butt, pulling me even closer.
Pulling at his shirt, I lift it up, urging him to take it off. Dropping it on the table beside us, I run my fingers all over his bare chest, loving every bit of his soft skin as my hands travel over the hard planes of his body.
Breathing heavily, he drops his face, breaking our kiss and pressing our foreheads together. His hand still rests on my arse cheek, and I slide my hands down to his, pulling him back against me.
“I think we should get some sleep,” he murmurs, causing my heart to drop with a thud into my stomach as he steps out of my reach. “I’ll get you a towel and something to sleep in.”
I can’t even move right now. We’ve just gone from being all hot and heavy to getting ready for bed, and it’s taking me a moment to let the whole situation sink in.
Once again, he turns the shower on for me, and leaves me with a towel and a t-shirt. I shower quickly, and wrap myself in the towel, frustrated that he isn’t responding to my advances, wondering if I’m doing something wrong.
Realising I don’t have a toothbrush with me, I open the medicine cabinet, hoping to find a spare one in there. Lucky, I do. He has one of those five packs of Colgate toothbrushes sitting in there. There are two toothbrushes remaining, and I can’t help but wonder who used the other three. It wasn’t him. He has an electric one.
Jealousy swirls within my stomach as I vigorously brush at my teeth. I try to tell myself that it isn’t important, that it doesn’t matter. But he said that he didn’t sleep with people. Why then, are there toothbrushes here? That seems like he has regular sleep overs to me. As I spit the foam down the sink, I decide I want to home. I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t like the way he’s making me feel.
Pulling the door open, I stomp into the bedroom, holding up the toothbrush. “I just used this one. Do you have a marker so I can write my name on it? I wouldn’t want any of the other people, that packet of toothbrushes is there for, to mix their spit up with mine.”
“What?” he responds, his brow knitted tightly in confusion as he stands up from the bed, now shirtless and wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. I have to force myself to focus on my anger, or else I might just run over to him and wrap my arms around his body, just to feel his skin against mine.
“I thought you didn’t have sleepovers.” I glare at him, gulping as he strides toward me, while I still hold the toothbrush up as my evidence.
Taking it from my hand, he walks past me, into the bathroom and over to the vanity, placing the toothbrush inside the rinsing cup. He then opens the mirrored cabinet and removes the packet containing the last remaining toothbrush and turns back to face me, leaning his weight against the bench top
“This has been in there for a while you know. When I bought it, there were five – all different colours.” He sets the package aside and holds out his hand, counting on his fingers. “They were pink, purple, and orange. You chose the blue one, which just leaves the green one. If these were here for my ‘sleep overs’ – as you put it – then don’t you think the girl colours would be gone?”
My face drops as I realise what an idiot I’ve just been. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I just… the thought of you and other women is kind of making me crazy. Especially when…”
“When what?”
“When you’re refusing me.”
He stands up from the vanity and strides over to me, sliding his hands either side of my face and tilting my head up toward him, so we’re staring directly into each other’s eyes.
“I want you so badly Franklin. I’m struggling to control myself. But I have to. Because once I have you, I am never going to let you go. I need to make sure you’re ready for that.”
“What if I told you I am? What if I told you that I can’t let you go?”
He runs his fingers through my wet hair, tucking the damp strands behind my ear, his eyes soft as they wander over me as I lean against the doorframe, still wrapped in only a towel. “Not yet Franklin. Not yet,” he whispers, pressing his lips against mine, igniting the fire inside me all over again.
My arms curl around him, and I pull him against me, absorbing his hardness into my softness. Despite his protests, he grows instantly hard. I press my cock against it, delighting when he releases a groan into my mouth. He shifts his weight slightly, and I take his hand, guiding it between on my tip.
My other hand slides down his back, gripping onto his arse cheek as I pull him closer still, rocking my body against his, rubbing myself with his hand. I can feel his fingers twitching – he can’t stay passive for much longer.
“Stop,” he growls, panting as he pulls his mouth and hand away from mine.
“Please,” I beg, taking his hand, stroking up and down. “Just give me this.” I gasp, clinging to him, grinding against him, completely lost in my need to be near him.
“Oh god,” he groans, his own body moving against mine. “You’re going to make this happen too soon. Oh… fuck.” He pulls his hand away again. My heart jumps with disappointment but instead of stopping, he reaches his hands up and pulls my towel open, taking a long look at my body as he exposes me. “Jesus Frank, just look at you. You’re making me crazy so big.”he purrs
“I want this. I need you Gerard,” I whisper, sliding my hand down his torso until I reach the tent in his boxers, gripping his shaft, long, thick and rock hard, rubbing my hand up and down it. He lets out a slow breath as I work him with my hand, moaning and whimpering as my pleasure builds.
“Touch me,” I whisper. “I want you. I need you. Touch me.” I’m begging him, the need inside me seems too all-encompassing. I don’t want to wait.
His breathing quickens as I slide my hand up and down his shaft, and he gives in to me, slipping his hand over my shaft stroking fast kissing my collar bone as I grind against him, desperate for release.
“Frank, we need to stop this. We aren’t ready,” he murmurs, as his fingers move over me, going fast and slow pressing pressure on it.”
“I am ready,” I gasp. “I don’t want to stop this. I’m so close…oh god!” I explode, lights flashing behind my eyes as I throw my head back and moan, bucking against his hand, my own hand gripping his cock firmly.
“Fuck. Frank.” he moans, as he shudders against me, dropping his head into the crook of my neck, breathing me in, softly kissing my flesh, his arms wrapping around my body holding me against him.
Gasping, my chest filling with emotion as we just stand together in the doorway, clinging to each other. I slide my arms up his back and rake my fingertips through his hair soothingly, kissing his temple, wondering how the hell this is happening. I know I’m inexperienced when it comes to relationships, but this… this is something else. My chest literally aches, and I can’t move. I can’t stop holding him.
Eventually, he reaches his hands beneath my buttocks and lifts me off the floor. Normally, I’d squeal if something like this happened to me – I’m not the lightest boy in the world – but he does it with such ease, and there’s an intensity in him that’s sucking me into his aura, making this a very serious moment.
We don’t speak as he carries me into the bathroom and reaches over to turn on the shower again. He somehow manages to remove his boxers while still holding me, then steps us both into the shower, pulling the curtain with a sweep of his arm.
He aims us underneath the spray and lowers me down so I’m standing in front of him. Our eyes lock as he reaches for the shower soap and a sponge. He starts from my shoulders and works his way down, getting on his knees to make sure that every part of me is covered in suds.
He then positions me under the jet stream as he quickly soaps over his own body before joining me under the spray. I stand there as he rinses me off, as if I’m unable to do it for myself, somehow knowing that this is exactly what he wants from me.
When he’s satisfied that we’re clean, he switches off the water and steps out of the tub before reaching out and taking me by the waist. I place my hands on his shoulders and bend my legs up as he lifts me out and places me on the floor mat in front of him.
Securing a towel around his own waist, he takes another and rubs it over my body, drying me from head to toe. When he’s done, he wraps the towel around me, securing it at my waist. He then lifts me again, and sits me on the vanity next to the sink where he proceeds to brush his own teeth. When he spits, he reaches for mouthwash, pouring a small amount in the lid and holding to my lips.
Opening my mouth for him, I let him pour the hot mint liquid onto my tongue. He repeats the same action for himself and watches me as I swish it about in my mouth and spit it in the sink along with him.
He then scoops me up again and carries me over to the bed, standing me beside it as he removes my towel, then his, hanging them both neatly over the back of his desk chair.
Leaning forward, he pulls the sheets back, guiding me so that I’m sitting down, before helping me slide my legs in. Everything is so strange, yet so right, this isn’t something I would have thought I’d go along with. But here I am. Letting him take care of me, when all I’ve wanted for years, is to do that for myself.
Pulling me close as he nestles in beside me, he plants soft kisses on my shoulder and up my neck, sending warm ripples curling through my body, lulling me off to sleep - wrapped up inside of him.
"Gerard"I shot up,making him jump abit.
"franklin what the fuck"he rubbed his eyes,pulling me closer
"if you trained with my father and my brother you must have knew me"I shrug
"I kind of been watching you for ages"he tugs on his bottom lip

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