None of the chapters have been looked over tonight.

Zay's POV

I'm half sleep when I hear Elliot come through the door, my idea of staying awake until he gets home only a little successful.

It may have been because I wanted a heavy make out session from him tonight, but it's the thought that counts. I shift in the bed with a ghost of a smile on my face as I hear the man stumble through the darkness of my apartment, cursing a few times as he crashes into things he should know are there.

Finally he's able to get to my door, and he pushes it open after he turns to knob and my nose gets fucked by the smell of alcohol that flies straight up my nose.

The scent of it is so strong, it almost over powers the smell of Lemons and Sage that I love so much and it makes me frown.

"Hey baby." He greets, his voice only slightly slurred and it only makes me feel a little better to know that at least he can talk semi properly.

"Hey." I say back, sitting up a little and swinging my legs over the side of the bed as I yawn a little. And sadly, all my horny ass can think about is his muscles wrapped in the right shirts he's wearing, showcasing some of my favorite parts of him. "How was the party?"

He tilts his head from side to side and I watch as he begins to get undressed, probably ready for bed. He takes his shirt off first before answering my question. "It was fun. But I kissed you." He tells me and I raise my brows at the confession.

Elliot had told me he wants to come over. He's asked me why I don't cuddle with him. He's even told me that he liked it when I sat with him while he did his class work. But never in my gay spanking life has he ever told me that he missed me.

And even though it's a drunken confession, I still can't help the wya my heart flutters at the thought of him at a party of a bunch of people, missing me.

The thought is almost too good to be true.

But since I'm a dumb bitch and a borderline Masochist when it comes to my feelings, I chose to believe it to make myself feel a little better about the status of our relationship.

Which I'm not even sure what the label is now that I think about it.

But as they say, drunk actions are sober thoughts. So I guess this should be fun.

Not.

"You missed me?" I ask Elliot is disbelief and he scoffs before sliding his jeans down his thick legs, his muscles tight and bulging even here. I'm unable to keep my eyes where they should be because he looks so damn good.

What I don't expect, is that when his pants drop to the floor and they're kicked aside, he immediately starts stalking towards me, his steps slow and deliberate as he makes his half naked body closer to mine thats sitting on the edge of the bed still. My head raised to keep eye contact with his smooth contact eyes and his hand come up to cup my face softly, his gaze making my body go hot as his touch burns me. And it hurts so good.

"I always miss you." He tells me and before I can respond, he's leaning down to kiss me, his free hand pushing back my shoulder to lean back on the bed.

My cock rises immediately at the action and I scoff myself up a little so that only my feet are hanging off the bed. I gulp as Elliot climbs up the bed and my body until he is hovering over me with dark lustful eyes and bulging muscles that make my mouth water.

Closing my eyes, I allow Elliot to cup my cheek in hand as he lowers his soft pink lips, that fuck my mouth into submission, onto my own.

I moan at the contact, allowing our lips to begin moving softly and the sound is mirrored in his own groan that rumbles deep in his chest, making my toes curl in excitement.

His mouth on mine continues to move, our soft lips brushing against each other as moans echo between our mouths. My hands come and wrap themselves around his neck, holding him closer to me as his sexual energy rises and fills me slowly, the feeling of him making me slightly high, loving the way it feels inside me as his body rubs against me.

As our lips move together, I open my mouth and allow his slick wet muscles to glide inside, going to stroke along mine.

The taste of him is sweet and string, pulling me further into the bond that ties us together and always had me coming back to this fucking idiot no matter how many times he fucks up or pisses me off.

Regardless of feelings that come and go, our bond, as it turns out is here to stay.

Those thoughts running through my head make me pull Elliot in closer and open my legs a little wider to allow his hips to settle in between my thighs. My soft loans are pouring from me and he gulps them up as his tongue continues to fuck my mouth. Though the kiss is a little sloppy, it's also hot as fuck and I can't help but imagine how it would feel like if he ate me out like this every night before bed.

Whew.

One fantasy at a time.

Our mouth continue to move together and I feel his hands move down to grip my side making me arch slightly into him, loving all the physical love I'm receiving tonight.

I feel his hand move until it grips my ass and it makes me moan, my hips flying up until my cock runs against his and my second moan is louder and deeper as a whole bunch of stimulation begins to hit me.

I expect for his wandering hands to be done but to my surprise, his hand moves around front and he cups my dick on the outside of my boxers. While we've done a lot of touches, he has never ever ever touched my dick, only my ass. And yet here he is, his grip getting tighter on me and it's all I can do not to lay limp on the bed and allow him to do with my body what he pleases.

Though it's a little out of character, I decide to let him be, knowing drinking can always make someone a little hornier.

But then he's reaching for the top of my boxers. And though I want this, not just the sec but this commitment and trust from him, this is not how I want it. He's drunk, he's been stumbling, he's not himself. I don't want to take advantage of him. I don't want a drunken Elliot that probably doesn't realize what he's doing to wake up in the morning and regret it all and leave me. I can't let it happen.

So even though it hurts, I push his hand away from my now aching dick, tears coming to my eyes. His lips pause on mine but he tries to put his hand back making me pull away from his mouth when he doesn't get the message.

"Stop, Elliot." I whisper to him, my voice thick form the frustrated tears that are threatening to come over me.

He frowns in confusion. "You don't want this?" He asks me and my heart breaks when I finally hear the slur in his words making he sting of my tears hurt that much more and I smile sadly at him as I shake my head.

"No. It's late. Let's go to sleep okay? Maybe we can continue tomorrow." I offer him even as I know it's a lie.

His frown leaves his face at the mention of sleep and he nods his head before itching his lips to my forehead and giving me a soft kiss. "As you wish." He tells me with a drunken flourish and I love to the side as he flips down in bed and gives me a lazy smile. And in second flat he's snoring away.

Unable to stay in the room for another second I stand up and walk out, closing the door behind me as I grab some sweats and hoodies from the dryer along with some socks.

Keeping the door unlocked, I make my way outside and down the stairs until I'm standing there in the middle of the street with tears streaking down my face and white hot burning anger coursing through me.

Angry at myself for ending up in such a stupid fucking situation. Angry at Elliot fir trying so hard but not heard enough and making me fall in love with him when he doesn't even know what he wants, sober or drunk. But most of fucking all, I'm angry at the bitch in the fucking clouds that made a straight male human and spat in my face by adding a girlfriend whose relationship status I don't even fucking know anymore.

And with this anger in my chest heart and soul, I tilt my head to the clouds and cream as loud as I can, not giving a duck who hears me, hoping someone does so they can hear the pain in my voice.

"Fuck you!" I yell to the heavens and the stairs and of course I get no answer in return as I stand there with snot and tears running down my face.

I stand outside for a good twenty minutes thinking about life and the lack of it within me before I turn around like nothing happened. I walk back upstairs to my apartment and walk into the door, locking it behind me this time. Once I'm sure the apartment is secure, I make my way back to my room where I see Elliot splayed out on the bed. Unable to take the thought of him holding me close when I'm not okay makes me want to breakdown.

Not ready for those emotions, I close the door back before heading to the couch and laying down, pulling the throw blanket across my body as I lay there and stare up at the ceiling.

Fuck you.

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Damn this shit kind of hurtled me though. Do you guys think Elliot is going to remember? How do you think this will change the relationship between them?

Thoughts?

Comments?

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