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The first few chapters will not have any sexual acts, but I am working my way up to it, it's a story of love, not of pure sex.

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Chapter 5

When I awoke, I was greeted by the bright green eyes of one Alex Pettyfer. I was a bit shocked by the fact that he was watching me, but I mean. I shouldn't be too shocked...he tends to watch people, what a creep. Although I loved his eyes on me, I could see the worry behind those beautiful green irises, I knew exactly what was going on in his mind...and it worried me too.

"Baby, don't worry, I won't let anything happen to us. Me and you can stick through this. Mark just needs to learn not to be a complete jackass. I'm not leaving you. Especially not over something like this. And trust me; you will still be adored by everyone once it happens. You just need to relax and show them that you're Alex Pettyfer and nothing phases you. That you can handle this and you're still gonna be the same strong man as always," I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, morning breath and all.

"I'm just scared. The worst part of all this would be the stress that it'll put on you, I don't want to risk you getting hurt or anything, and I really don't want you exposed to the paparazzi. They're assholes. I can't I won't let them get you. You're too precious to me," this time, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips are heaven. I swear to you, HEAVEN! The feel of his soft lips on mine, was probably the most relaxing thing that I had ever experienced, and I silently hoped that he felt the same way.

We were both scared of what might happen and we were worried about the strain it might put on our relationship, but there was no way I was going to leave him. Not when he was being true to himself, albeit he was probably going to be forced out of the closet. I knew that he would stand tall regardless of what happened and be proud of who he was. And hopefully, he'd be proud enough to show me off. Or keep me hidden, I didn't care as long as I could keep him proud of me. I couldn't believe how short of a time I'd known him and how much in love I was with him already. It drove me crazy that he had this control over me already but I loved it at the same time. I could finally release all this control that I just HAD to keep on my body and I could just...be. Alex made me happier than I had ever been in my life and he was just perfect for me. I wanted nothing and no one else.

"Baby? Where'd you go?" Alex's questions woke me from my daydream.

"Oh, sorry baby. I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"How perfect you are for me," I smiled at him as he blushed. I loved seeing that blushing face. I loved that I could make him blush. That I, a regular teenage boy, was in Alex Pettyfer's bed and was in a loving relationship with him, was completely mind boggling, but I loved it. Alex and I started in on kissing again, our lips softly caressing the other's, no tongues involved, just soft lips on soft lips. Well, no tongues were involved until I started getting into it and slid my tongue past the gate of Alex's lips.

But, alas, our make out session was not meant to be. We broke apart when the sound of the doorbell chimed throughout the house.

"Damnit," Alex muttered, he stood and adjusted his crotch a bit and grabbed a pair of pajama pants. Oh god, what a sight. I could see each of his tattoos and smiled. Then I stood and quickly donned my sweatpants that I had left on the floor. Alex was already halfway down the stairs when I finally made my way out.

"I'll be in the kitchen, making breakfast," before he could get too far away, I jogged down the stairs and grabbed him, I planted my lips against his, not letting him move from my grasp.

"Mmpf, that's not fair," he whispered as I pulled back.

"I know," I merely smiled at him and made my way to the kitchen, where I started gathering the ingredients for French toast. I grabbed a frying pan and put it on the stove. "Alex! How the hell do you work this thing?!"

I could hear his laughter in the other room, accompanied by another man's laughter. Who was here? Alex stepped into the kitchen, followed by Channing Tatum.

"Here, baby," he reached around me and touched a few buttons on the touch screen range. "There, now you should be good to go."

"Thank you," I put the pan on the burner and started mixing the ingredients and cutting the bread. "Are you staying for breakfast, Channing?"

"Dude, just call me C. And sure, if that's alright with you, I could use some good eats."

"Don't get fat! Then they won't hire you cause your abs will be gone," I shook my head at Alex's comment as he started laughing.

"Not that funny, babe, but good try," I could feel Alex's presence behind me. "I'm cooking, so if you don't want me to spit in your food or burn it or throw it on the floor, I suggest you do not do whatever you were thinking about doing."

"Damnit! How do you do that?!"

"It's a gift," I brought my foot back a bit and kicked him in the thigh very gently. "Be good, or I'm not making breakfast."

"Okay! I promise! I'll be good."

"That's what I thought."

"You two are like a married couple already, that's just...weird," Channing muttered. I turned and faced him. My playful glare must not have looked so playful. "Woah! Dude, I was just joking."

"I know, I'm just buggin' ya," I turned back to the stove and continued making breakfast, slowly making a pile of French toast on a plate. "Both of you, go and set the table and get drinks, this is almost ready."

I was surprised when they listened and actually went and got everything ready. Alex came up to the stove and hugged me and kissed my cheek.

"What would you like to drink, baby?"

"Uhm...I'll have apple juice, if that's cool."

"Sure is," he walked off and got all the drinks ready, once I had finished the French toast, I went to grab the maple syrup and couldn't find it in the fridge.

"Hey, babe?"


"Where's your maple syrup?"

"Oh, it's on the table already, babe."

I grabbed the plate of French toast and set it in the middle of the table and immediately the two hungry actors descended on it. They both filled their plates and poured syrup all over it. I simply sat and grabbed one piece, being sure to leave the majority for them. I poured some syrup on it and then started eating it slowly, watching Alex eat. He ate like a bit of a little kid, but in the cutest way possible. Large bites into an average sized mouth, yet he managed to keep himself clean. No syrup anywhere but on the plate and in his mouth, how he did it, I will never know. I continued to eat quietly while the boys stuffed their faces. They were talking and joking and carrying on while I slowly stood and started clearing away the dishes.


"Hm?" I continued with the dishes.

"You hardly ate," I could hear Alex's footsteps behind me. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine, I just wasn't hungry," the boys hard devoured every morsel of food that I had made, aside from my one piece I had eaten. It was true though, I wasn't very hungry. I was worried, and worry made me almost nauseas. The last thing I wanted to do when I was worried was eat. Arms wrapped around me and Alex's scent filled my nostrils. It normally had a calming effect, but right now. I wasn't sure what to do with myself, I was so scared that Alex would get hurt by all this drama. I was so worried about him that it made me sick to my stomach. I could feel my guts churning and I knew what was about to happen, I practically ran from the kitchen, breaking Alex's hold on me and, and into the bathroom. I was never so happy to see a toilet as I was at this point. As I was leant over the toilet, losing all of the breakfast I had just eaten, Alex came into the bathroom and brushed my hair out of my face.

"Oh baby..." his free hand was rubbing up and down my back as he held my bangs back. "Sh...it's okay, I'm right here." I knew he could feel me shaking. Hell, I was shaking so bad that I'm sure the neighbors could feel it. I continued to convulse while Alex just rubbed my back. He stayed completely silent until I was done.

"Water...please..." I flushed the toilet and then sat down on the floor. Oh god, I didn't know how I was going to get up, but sitting on the floor sure felt good at this moment. Alex brought me a large glass of water and I slowly stood up next to the sink, I took the water and swished a big gulp of it in my mouth then spat it out again into the sink. I was embarrassed. I hadn't gotten sick in front of anybody since I was young. And I mean...REAL young. "Alex...I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Sh baby, don't worry about it, I'm glad I'm here to take care of you. Let's get you up to bed and I'll get you a bucket and then we can talk about why you're throwing up, okay?" I nodded at him, resistance was futile. True to his word, Alex took me upstairs and laid me in his bed, he then went and grabbed a bucket and a garbage bag. He laid the garbage bag out on the floor then placed the bucket on top of it. He finally crawled into the bed beside me. "Alright, so what's up?"

"I'm worried," he was laying on the opposite side of me as the bucket and stroking my hair gently, it felt so good to have him near me, to have him touching me, even just a little bit.

"Worried about what, baby?" I was so close to crying, I didn't want him to see that. I didn't want him to know how worried I really was. My eyes were welling up with tears and he moved closer to me, he gently pulled me into his arms and held me, tightly but not too tightly.

"I just...I'm scared, what if you can't handle it and you push me away or what if Mark hurts you or what if someone else hurts you. I'm so scared that something's going to happen and you're going to get hurt. I just...I couldn't handle it," I was full out crying now, wailing into the pillow and his shoulder. I was hoping and praying that my outburst wouldn't push him away, that he wouldn't leave me for this. I couldn't risk losing him, not now. Why did my insecurities always have to make themselves known at the stupid times? Downstairs, I could hear the T.V. going, Channing must've gotten comfortable and would be waiting for Alex now. "Baby, Channing's waiting for you, he came to see you, I can't hog all your attention. I'll be okay, I'm going to stay up here and maybe take a nap, but you need to go be with your best friend now."

"1. C can wait. 2. I love you, why do you not understand that? I'm not leaving you, no one can make me, I'm here for the long haul and I know it may be hard for you to understand, but I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. And, I will probably get hurt by this whole situation, but you know what? I know that you'll be here throughout it all so that makes it a bit better. I love you, Asher, that means I'm not running away, I'm not hiding you, I'm not hiding myself anymore. I need you in my life and I don't know what I have to do to prove it. I thought that just being here and loving you would be enough for you to realize how much I really do care for you. I just don't understand why you can't understand this..." he was starting to whisper and that made me want to cry even harder. I was hurting him...I didn't want to hurt him, I wanted him to be happy, why couldn't we all just be happy?

"I'm sorry, I just...I don't know what's wrong with me. It's scary for me to feel like this, I've never been in love before, I've never had anyone love me before. Not like this. It's so scary and at the same time it's such a relief. I love you, Alex, I really do. I'm sorry for feeling this way, and I'm sorry for hurting you and for doubting you, even for a second. I know you love me and I don't know why I can't get it through my thick skull that you're not going to leave me," I swallowed my tears and wiped my eyes. I was not going to hurt this man anymore, he was too precious to me and I needed him in my life far too much to waste my time crying over something that was inevitable and that would NOT break us apart. My love for this man would last through it all, right? I had to keep believing that we could handle anything, that we would last. I felt Alex's lips press against my forehead.

"I'll tell you what, you take a nap, I'll go hang out with Channing and then later you and I can cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie, and I can make you some soup and we'll just relax, okay?"

"Baby, don't feel like you have to go to any trouble okay? I can make my own soup and keep myself occupied while you and C hang out. I don't want to get in the way of your friendship."

"Oh babe, you won't get in the way, he's just lonely. His girlfriend just broke up with him and he needs someone to keep him company. If, when you wake up from your nap, he's still here we can either invite someone else over to keep him company and they can flirt and do whatever, or I'll kick him out, deal?" he started kissing down the bridge of my nose, which made me lose all concentration.

"Deal baby, if he's still here, I have the perfect person that we can invite over. Beth's always had the hots for him. Maybe he would like to meet her as well?" I grabbed my phone and sent a picture to Alex's phone of me and Beth. "There, now you can show him that and he'll know who he's about to meet." I so badly wanted to kiss Alex before he got up, but I settled for a kiss on the cheek for him and from him. When I woke up later, I would brush my teeth and get a real kiss from him. Man, I loved him so much, it was crazy!

A few hours later, I awoke to find the other half of the bed, mildly panic stricken, I sat up only to realize that Alex was probably downstairs with Channing and watching T.V. or something. I stood up, thankful that I didn't feel sick anymore and went into Alex's ensuite. I grabbed my toothbrush off the counter where it had been mysteriously placed and started brushing my teeth. When I finished, I slowly made my way down the stairs, I still felt a little dizzy, I didn't want to risk anything. When I came to the entrance to the sitting room, I stopped, hearing things that didn't seem quite right.

"Oh man, you'd never guess how good of a cock sucker he is for being a virgin. He gives the best head I've ever gotten, and I've gotten some seriously good head," Alex's voice came through the doorway and to my ears. I was stunned. Really? This is what he thought of me? How could I have been so stupid as to think that he really loved me. I slowly went back upstairs and gathered my few things then went downstairs and walked into the sitting room.

"Alex, I'm going home."

"What? Why?" he honestly seemed confused.

"Because apparently I'm just good for giving you head, so why should I stay? How dare you say any of that, how dare you share something that personal with him? I understand he's your best friend or whatever, but seriously? I thought you loved me..." I was almost crying again and before I could get too worked up, I left, I walked out of the door and down the front steps to my car. My Mustang never looked so good to me. I unlocked it and quickly got in, I just wanted to get home, and I wanted to get there now. Even though I was merely a few hundred feet away, Alex started calling me. Instead of making the effort to walk through his house and down the stairs, he called me. I ignored it, you would think that he would know that phone calls would get ignored. I started my trek home, I wanted nothing to do with the man I thought loved me. I just wanted to get home and sleep and forget that all of this had ever happened. I knew my mom would know something was wrong so my plan was to sneak into my house and up to my room and then lock the door. Hopefully Alex doesn't come over. I don't want my parents to have to deal with that.

I made it to my house, thankfully in one piece and pulled into my parking space in the garage. I quietly made my way into my house and up the stairs to my room where I locked the door and flopped onto my bed. I couldn't stop the tears from burning my eyes and starting to make their way down my face. How could he do this to me? How could he talk to me like that when he was supposedly in love with me? Why would he do this? While I laid on my bed, my phone continued to ring, nonstop. I didn't want to answer it, no correction, I wanted to but I didn't want to risk what I might hear. There was no way that I wanted to talk to him, nothing he could say would fix it. Not a damn think could fix this. Not right now. I fell asleep, crying to myself.

"Baby?" I woke up to the sound of my mom's voice filtering through my door.

"Whattt?" I groaned, I didn't want to talk to anyone right now.

"Alex is here, he needs to speak to you."

"No, mom, I don't want to talk to him, not after what he said about me."

"Listen, I heard what happened, and you need to hear his side of the story before you go and jump to conclusions, you know better than that Asher Lee Lenox. Now get your ass out of that bed, make yourself presentable and get the fuck downstairs and talk to him," my mom didn't swear, oh god, this must be real good. He better have a good reason.

I stood from my bed and started making myself presentable, I put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, both baggier than what I would normally wear and then I went into the bathroom where I straightened my hair, washed my face and brushed my teeth, again. I rubbed my hands together and closed my eyes, breathing deeply. I can do this, I will not let him win. I am strong, I can do this. I promise, I can do this. Oh please, let me be able to do this.

I made my way downstairs slowly to see Alex standing in the foyer, his face red and blotchy and his eyes puffy.

"Hi," I said. I sat down on the bottom step of the stairs and stared at him.

"Hi, can we talk?" he slowly sat down on the floor and looked at me.

"Talk away, I'll listen."

"Okay, so you need to understand that that's not what I really think of you. It's this thing that Channing and I do with each other. We pick out one thing of the person that we're dating and we talk about it. We tell what we like, what we don't like, everything. I know EVERYTHING about his ex-girlfriend. And this may sound ridiculous, but I didn't want him to know everything about you, I don't want him to know absolutely everything. I was only going to tell him things that I thought didn't really mater, but I guess they matter more than I thought. Look, Asher, what it comes down to is, I love you, and I want to be with you and I'm an idiot for even thinking of telling Channing what I told him. I should've kept my thoughts and maybe I'd still have my boyfriend. I don't know what I can tell you to help you understand that I'm an idiot and I shouldn't have said it and that...well, that I love you. But there's so much about you that I love and that I would NEVER tell Channing about, and there's going to be stuff that I tell him about in the stupid way that I do. And I never meant for you to hear it and I know that's a lame excuse, but you have to believe me, baby. I love you, I would never intentionally hurt you. Please...don't leave me. Not now. Not ever. Please, just don't leave me," he started to cry and it broke my heart, how could I not love this guy?

"Why...why would you even think of saying that? Like it's fine and fucking dandy that you think it, but does he really need to know what we do behind closed doors? You don't see me telling Beth and Christine and Jessy all about how I sucked your dick and blah blah blah," I didn't even think of the possibility that my mom could be hearing until I heard her yell my name. "But see, Alex, I love you, and it's scary but what you said today. That wasn't right. I shouldn't have had to hear you say it, it shouldn't have been said at all and it drives me a bit mad that it was said. Like, really...? But whatever, it doesn't matter. It's in the past now, right? But...honestly, we're not doing anything sexual for a long time, you need to pay your dues. Now you won't have anything to tell anyone. I think I'll be okay with that."

"Baby, that's fine, as long as you're not leaving me and I can hug and kiss you and love you. That's all I ask, I just...I can't lose you, baby."

I moved over on the step and made room for him then patted the spot next to me, when he stood and then sat next to me, I wrapped my arms around him.

"Listen to me when I say, I love you, but if you ever do this again, I can't promise you'll get the same outcome, I'm warning you now so that you don't get burned in the future. Do you understand?"

"Yes, baby. Can I kiss you?" I nodded at his question and he leaned in. His lips still felt perfect on mine. They still felt like home. I loved the way that this man kissed. It was perfect in every way, gentle when it had to be and a bit more forceful when it really needed to be. "Now, will you do me the honors of escorting me out on a date?"

"And where do you plan on taking me?"

"Well, I was thinking we could go for some food at this little café I found, Annie's, and then maybe a walk on the beach? Or we can go to a movie, or whatever you want baby, the choice is all yours."

"I'd rather you let me cook for you, and then a walk on the beach. Is that okay?"

"Sounds perfect. You wanna cook at my place? Or here?" I knew I really wanted to be at his place, but was I ready to go back there, and trust him thoroughly again? Ah, what the hell.

"Sure, your place sounds good," I grabbed my overnight bag and changed the contents of it and then went and kissed my mom. "Thanks ma, I owe you one."

She nodded and I was on my way, instead of taking two cars back, I just got in with Alex and we drove off to his house. It was a bit of a lengthy drive and I didn't really mind because Alex had his hand in mine, and was stroking the back of my hand with his thumb while he drove. I loved him, I don't know how I could've ever been so stupid as to think that he would wrong me like that. He's not that stupid, he knows that I love him too much to just let him rip me to pieces.

When we finally pulled up to his gate, he punched in his access code and we went through the gate up and up to his house. He allowed me to get out at the stairs and then went and parked his car, a few minutes later, he came up and opened the door, punched in the alarm code and then closed and locked the door again.

"Channing went home, the cleaners have been here to clean everything up, but other than that, we're completely alone. I have my cell phone off. And I've unplugged all the house phones. I don't want any distractions from you. I told all of my friends that if they want to remain my friend after this, they will kindly stay away from us for the next 24 hours. Now, whatever you need to cook should be in the kitchen. If you need help, or need me to go get anything, just let me know," he leaned over and pecked my cheek gently. "I love you."

"I know, I love you too," I handed him my overnight bag and then went through to the kitchen. Now that I knew how his stove worked, I was sure that I could figure everything else out too. It couldn't be that hard, could it? I mean, really, how hard could it be to turn an oven on? I decided that I was going to make bacon wrapped scallops with wild mushroom risotto and for dessert? A black forest cake.

I started to gather all the ingredients and started in on the risotto. I knew that it would take the longest and be the most finicky. And then from there, I moved onto the scallops, wrapping them in bacon and then pan frying them. How he had all these ingredients in his kitchen, when he didn't cook himself, I'll never know. Maybe he stocked it, just for me. Anyways, after making most of the supper, I decided on something a lot easier for dessert and grabbed the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. I quickly whipped up a batch and set them in the oven to bake. When they were finished, I took them out and placed them on a rack to cool. Ice cream sandwiches? Yes please.

At about 6 o'clock, I started plating up the dish, putting risotto in the middle of the plate and then placing 4 large scallops on top, I called for Alex and we sat down at the table to start eating. All throughout our dinner, we talked, about little things, things that didn't really matter, and he kept looking at me, like he had something on his mind, but just couldn't get it out.

"Oh, baby, tomorrow you'll have to either take me to class, or drop me off at home so that I can get my car."

"Nonsense, I'll drive you and pick you up. I have nothing else to do tomorrow," I smiled at him.

"Thanks baby," his hand reached out and slowly covered mine, I looked down at my plate, smiling quite largely. How he had the capability to make me feel like this, I'll never know. He was just too perfect for words.

After supper, Alex cleared away the dishes and I made the ice cream sandwiches for us. As we ate them, Alex stood behind me with one hand around my waist and held onto me, it seemed as though moving an inch would break his heart apart, so I stayed there and ate my ice cream contentedly. Once finished stuffing our faces, we washed our hands and I jumped up to sit on the island. Alex moved to stand in between my spread legs.

"Oh hey," I smiled at him and gently brushed his hair back, it was getting kind of long, maybe time for a haircut?

"Hi," the moment his lips touched mine, I swear I had died and gone to heaven. Nothing felt better than the way that his lips felt on mine. It was like they were made of ice as they sent chills down my entire body, but at the same time, it was like they were made of molten lava, as they made my burn for more. He wasn't aware of the effect that he had over my body, and I was never going to let him know. I just wanted him to never leave me, I didn't want to fight with him, I sure as hell didn't want him to walk away from me and I really didn't want him to stop loving me. We continued to kiss, my tongue slowly slipping into Alex's mouth, where it explored and then combatted with his. I didn't want us to go too far, seeing as how we were going for a walk soon, but I sure wanted him to know how much I cared about him through my lips. I wanted to communicate everything to him through my lips and my tongue. He had to know how I felt, right? When I felt his entire body shiver, I knew, he understood exactly how I felt, because I was having the same reaction from his kisses. I pulled away slowly, when breathing became an issue and I took a deep breath.

"Walk now, yeah?"

"Sure baby, let's grab sweaters, it seems a bit chilly out there," how it was getting close to 9 o'clock, was beyond me. I swear, it was only 6 a few minutes ago. We grabbed sweaters and went out Alex's back door. I loved the fact that his house was right on the beach. It offered the perfect opportunity for romantic walks on the beach. I lead the way and made my way down the wooden walkway and finally stepped on the soft sand. At the last moment, I decided that shoes were not a necessity and I slipped them off and threw them back up onto Alex's deck.

"Alright, I'm ready, how about you?" Alex followed suit and shucked his shoes and the stepped up next to me.

"I'd love to hold your hand while we walk along the beach, but until I'm out, we'll just have to settle for walking really close together, are you okay with that for now?"

"Yeah baby, that's fine. I get to be near you, and that's all that matters," I smiled and we started walking down the beach, talking and joking around. I couldn't wait for the time to come when we could hold hands and kiss in public, or even be seen in public because as of right now, there was no way that Alex would be okay with us being in public, knowing the way that we act around each other. We walked slowly down the beach, taking our sweet time, talking, joking, getting to know each other better. Even though we were in love, there was always more to know about someone. About two miles down the beach, we decided to turn around and start heading back, Alex had managed to push me more into the water and I bit my lip a bit as the now cool water lapped at my feet. "Asshole."

"What was that, sir?"

"You're an asshole, that's what!" We both knew the other was joking, and that's what made this moment so perfect.

"Would you like to fight about this?"

"Well yes, of course I would, butttt I know how grabby you get and I don't think that your neighbors would like that sight very much. Or maybe they'd like it just a bit too much."

"Hmm...probably, don't worry, I'll get you when you least expect it."

"Oh, I'm countin' on it babe," I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him. We finally made it back to his house and went up onto the deck, we rinsed off our feet with his hose and then padded into the house. I grabbed my overnight bag and opened it. "Hey, where's all my stuff?"

"Oh, I put it all up in my room, I thought it might be easier just to have it all there, that way you don't have to live out of that stupid bag."

"Alright baby," I headed up to the master bedroom and dropped my jeans, I changed into the trackpants that I had brought and I took off my shirt. "Baby?!"


"I'm tired, come to bed?" I really shouldn't have been tired, but I was both mentally and physically exhausted, I wanted to curl up around him and just hug him and hold him, for hours. I wanted to kiss him and touch him. I wanted his body right up against mine and I didn't want to leave my grasp for anything. I wanted him to constantly be against me. I heard Alex making his way up the stairs and so I crawled into bed, I got comfy and waited for him. He came into his room and smiled at me, already in his bed. He stripped down to his boxers slowly, teasing me. And I just stared at his body, what a gorgeous sight. I really couldn't believe that this fine piece of art, was mine. All mine and nobody else's. He crawled into bed next to me and I instantly tugged him close, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his forehead and then his nose and then his lips.

"Baby, why are you wearing those pants? They feel weird."

I laughed a bit and pushed them off, now only in my boxers. I still had him tight against my body and neither of us planned on moving. How in the hell does anyone get as beautiful as this man in my arms? It seems unreal that he is mine, always mine. He was not made for anyone else, just for me. He fits in my arms so perfectly and his lips match mine perfectly. He is perfect for me and I will try my hardest to be perfect for him. I want nothing more than for him to be happy and I hope that I can be the one to keep him happy for years and years to come. I never want to leave his side, and as long as he'll have me, I'll be here.

I slowly leaned in and pressed my lips to Alex's and as he started to respond to the kiss, I could feel another part of his body responding. Choosing to ignore the lethal weapon below the belt, I slipped my tongue into Alex's mouth, pulling him ever closer. I wanted him in my arms. I wanted him to be right up against me. I wanted to feel his body on mine, and damnit, I wanted to feel his cock against mine. It seemed like such a perfect fit. I could feel Alex's hand starting to drift lower and I stopped him.

"You're cut off for the time being, remember? We can kiss and cuddle and whatnot, but none of the funny stuff. Not until I have deemed that you have suffered enough."

Alex nodded at me and we revisited our kiss, taking our time and varying the pressure of each individual kiss. I loved the way that he kissed, no two kisses were ever the same. And the little sounds of pleasure that escaped his throat, were one of the sexiest things I'd ever heard. Kissing Alex was always exciting in so many different ways. He would almost make a game of it, slipping his tongue along the roof of my mouth, running his tongue along the length of mine. And each time he played his little game. I got more and more turned on.

"Okay! Okay! You've suffered enough," I couldn't help myself anymore, I groaned a bit and rolled Alex onto his back, I crawled on top of him and laid between his legs, I started to grind against him as we continued to kiss. In this moment, I wanted him so badly that I could hardly contain myself, my lips moved from his and started to kiss and nipple and suck their way across his jaw and down his neck, I started to venture lower but he stopped me.

"It's my turn to make you feel good, and I'll be damned if you even try to touch me while I'm doing this."

Alex rolls us back over so that I was now underneath him and he started to kiss his way down my body, my moans and groans were not going to stop as each of his kisses sent little sparks to my brain. I wanted him so badly, more than he would ever know. I wanted to go all the way with him at this point but I knew that tonight was not the night for that. I opened my eyes and watched as Alex traveled lower, he came to the waistband of my boxers and made quick work of the thin fabric. He moved back up and started to tongue my nipples, every little bit of attention he was paying to my body, was driving me crazy. I almost couldn't handle all the pleasure that he was sending through my body, I had to think of things totally unsexy just to make sure I didn't cum too early.

I loved the feel of his lips and tongue on my body but quickly that came to an end as he once again moved lower, he knelt between my knees and I looked at him. I wasn't quite sure what he was going to do, but I knew that it would feel good, and god damnit, I wanted to feel good. He slowly lowered his mouth to my very erect cock and placed small kisses up and down the firm flesh. I whimpered and clenched the sheets in my hands, how could something so simple, cause so much pleasure? Next, I felt his tongue, slowly and lazily swipe at my dick, covering every inch. My moans were getting louder and they were uncontrollable at this point. I was in heaven and completely at the mercy of Alex. I knew that I could cum at any minute but I didn't think that he would really care. Slowly Alex lowered his mouth over my dick and I nearly screamed. Why had I waited so long to allow him to do this? My god! Now I knew what he felt whenever I did it. He was starting to suck up and down my dick, his tongue still swiping back and forth over the flesh and I was moaning loudly, my eyes quickly rolled to the back of my head and I grabbed at Alex's hair. The inevitable was coming quickly, I could feel my orgasm building in my toes and quickly every muscle in my body tensed. Oh my god, my first blow job and it was going to be over so quickly. I arched my back, digging the back of my head into the pillow and moaned Alex's name loudly, louder than I'd ever moaned before. I quickly started to fill Alex's mouth with my cum. I had completely forgotten to warn him, and I really hoped that he didn't mind. By the time my orgasm had finished, I was out of breath and in an almost coma-like state. I couldn't move, nor did I want to. Alex moved up the bed and rolled me over and then spooned up behind me.

"I love you, I will always love you," were the last words I heard before I drifted off into a deep sleep.



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