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We were sitting on the couch facing each other, my legs resting on top of his as he reached out and pulled me closer. I sighed, resting my head on the back cushion as I pursed my lips.
“I know we promised to talk about everything when I moved back in, but does it really have to be right now? I literally just got here a few hours ago,” I grumbled and he smiled, shoving his hand into my hair and kissing my cheek as he pulled me close.
“Yes, and if you want I can start,” he muttered, my chest tightening as I felt my forehead wrinkle.
“What do you have to-“
“Bruno, I can’t get what happened out of my head. Especially what you said,” Clay sighed, looking thoughtful as he pursed his lips. His eyes dropped between us as he grabbed my hands loosely, fidgeting with my fingers. “About me forcing myself on you sometimes?” he offered weakly, looking hurt then as he studied me.
“Well it’s not like I didn’t encourage it sometimes,” I grumbled, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. He sighed, squeezing my hands gently and I cleared my throat. “Look, there are times where I did want it like that. And times where you just took control and forced the situation. Sure it felt good after a while,” I let the thought trail off as he cringed and glared at the coffee table.
“And it got worse after you moved in, right?” he whispered and I sighed, pressing my lips together as I nodded. “Because I’m a sex crazed asshole,” he laughed pathetically at himself, shaking his head.
“Yeah well I didn’t say no,” I offered and he shrugged, studying me warily. “And it bummed me out that I didn’t get to do any of the internships. So I was just stuck here all day, alone, left to my own devices and that wasn’t super helpful either. I started to stew,” I shook my head, sliding my fingers between his as I sighed.
“So you had no choice but to start hating me basically? Since all you had to look forward to was a lot of forced nights-“
“No, not forced like I didn’t want to have sex but-“
“But I have definitely been really domineering,” he finished and I sighed, slumping into the couch as I closed my eyes and nodded. “I never expected you to do all the chores and grocery shopping and shit though,” he insisted and I scoffed, rolling my eyes then as I smirked at him.
“What else was I going to do? Sit on my fucking ass all day? Work out all day to get rid of some of the boredom? I didn’t mind playing video games but even that got boring sometimes. So it was a nice break. But mixed in with my own frustrations, my growing resentment toward our relationship, my insecurities,” I continued quietly and he sighed.
“What’s really eating you up about the relationship? Like if you could put your finger on what might have been the source of all of this what wou-“
“You rejecting me when I asked you to marry me,” I breathed simply and he went rigid, his face looking confused and frustrated. “Don’t fucking look at me like that Clay! When I broke my ankle we got to be together for a long time. You’d help me out, we did a lot together, lived together, and it was my taste after that Thanksgiving,” I started, picking at his cotton pants as sighed heavily.
“Come on, don’t start holding back on me again Bruno. We have to-“
“When we spent Thanksgiving together and I saw what it was like to have you around with my family I was almost certain. Then I broke my ankle and we practically moved in together. By Christmas it was all I could even fucking think about. But when I asked you,” I cringed, shaking my head as I rubbed my face. “I think that really started my panicking spiral all the way down to where we got to a few weeks ago,” I admitted finally and he sighed.
“I feel really fucking dumb when you put it like that. But I did tell you I wanted to marry you, just not yet,” he grumbled and I shrugged. He sighed and grabbed my ass pulling me closer to start kissing my jaw and neck. “I felt the same way you did, but when you asked me I was shocked. So fucking happy too though. And I had this dumb thought that I wanted to be the one to-“
“Yeah I heard you talking to Jake about it,” I admitted and he froze, pulling away after a moment as he studied me with narrowed eyes.
“Wait, you mean to tell me you knew I felt the same way you did this entire fucking time and you were still-“
“Clay I just wanted to hear you actually say it. Not give me some sideways spiel about waiting until later, or putting it off, or that we didn’t need to do it. I wanted to hear you-“
“But you did fucking hear it!” he tried not to raise his voice but I could tell he was pissed. I took a deep breath and grabbed his hair pushing my forehead against his as I closed my eyes tightly.
“Clay I heard it secondhand when I was half asleep. What scared me was that every time I brought it, you brushed it off. I thought maybe you had changed your mind at some point. I was worried I did something that prevented you from at least ankara travesti saying it,” I grumbled, his hands clawing at my back as I brushed my nose against his. “Then when you graduated and really started getting thrown full swing into your team I thought maybe then you’d do it. As a way to promise me we’d still be together. But you were always so eager to keep pushing the thought away!” I croaked, realizing I was starting to cry again. He sighed, his hands pushing against my back as his lips brushed against mine.
We kissed a few times. They were gentle, tender pecks but they felt so amazing. He finally sighed as he pulled away, his eyes almost quivering as they studied me intensely. “I really made you feel this way huh?” he whispered and I shrugged.
“It was probably a lot of things Clay. Let’s not just blame you,” I grumbled. He laughed once, pulling me close as he kissed my cheek and then my neck. His arms snaked around me, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he loosely hugged me.
“I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” he whispered eventually. I rubbed his back, closing my eyes as he pressed his face into my neck. “And not that I’ll say I deserved what you did or how you treated me that day,” he continued, making me cringe as I held him a bit tighter. “But I’m definitely not innocent in all of this,” he sighed as he pulled away.
“Yeah well I’m your first relationship ever right?” I teased and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes even as he smiled. “Well maybe second?” I corrected and he blew a raspberry, shaking his head as he leaned into the back of the couch.
“Definitely my first real one. That other one doesn’t technically count,” he grumbled. “And all the other guys was just me sleeping around,” he continued and then hesitated, pursing his lips as he avoided looking at me.
“Hey,” I grabbed his chin, hating the scared look on his face.
“Sorry I just thought me talking about other fucking guys would make you feel the way it did back when you couldn’t shut the fuck up about your exes,” he muttered then, half-seriously, half-jokingly. I snorted, pressing my face into his chest as I grabbed his shoulders and shook him gently.
“You big dufus we’re both stupidly insecure and going at this from two angles of uncertainty and inexperience. You’re my first boyfriend ever and I’m your first real relationship. Of course we’re both going to be fucking inconsiderate of the other while dealing with our own insecurities,” I sighed kissing up his chest then. He took a few deep breaths, his hand sliding through my hair as I worked up his neck.
“You make it sound so simple, like it’s not a big deal,” he muttered, his voice gruff. I smiled, nibbling on his jaw as I studied the side of his face. He was staring at the far wall looking deep in thought. It was kind of hot in its own weird way.
“Well it is a big fucking deal. Obviously. Or we wouldn’t have had the summer we did,” I muttered and he laughed once, his mouth twitching into a snarky smirk. “But I’m willing to work on it every day with you,” I whispered and he closed his eyes, sighing heavily. “What about you? You willing to work on it with me?” I sat upright, grabbing his face as I stared deep into his stupidly, painfully gorgeous eyes.
“Of course,” he sighed, holding my wrists as he leaned toward me. I followed suit, our lips touching lightly. We both took a deep breath and then I felt his tongue brush my lip. As our tongues slid together, his lips parting around mine, I felt his hands slide down my arms and along my sides. He grabbed my ass, pulling me up onto his lap as we kissed more. “Is this ok?” he muttered, his hands rubbing my thighs soothingly as I played with his hair.
“Yeah I don’t mind being on your lap,” I whispered, kissing him again before he could say anything. After a bit I could feel his cock rubbing up against my ass, my body trembling as his hands ran up my back under my shirt.
“God Bruno, I missed you so much,” he grumbled, his fingers clawing at my back as he kissed and nibbled on my jaw and neck. We were both breathing heavier, our bodies heating up as they pressed and rubbed together.
“Clay can we,” I bit my lip when he sucked at my neck, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin as his mouth traveled up toward my ear. “Fuck, stop distracting me!” I pulled on his hair and he smiled, his face flushed as he held me.
“Sorry. It just feels so nice to have you in my arms again,” he gushed, melting my heart.
“I know, I know. I feel the same way. But I think we have to get better at, uh, well not just using sex to feel close?” I offered pathetically and he pursed his lips, looking confused. “You can’t tell me you don’t think we have too much sex!” I pinched his cheeks, tugging on them as he laughed.
“I think we’re both just young, horny men. I’d rather have too much sex so when we lose our sex drive I’ll know I still fucked you enough for a lifetime,” he mumbled, nuzzling into my neck as I pushed on his shoulders. My face felt hot, my ankara travestileri body tingling as he kept trying to tease and torment me.
“Who said I’d want to fuck you for a lifetime?” I demanded and he laughed, his mouth sliding up the front of my neck. He kissed my chin, his eyes flashing open. It looked like he had a devious smile on his face.
“Isn’t that part of marrying me Mr. Fischer?” he teased and I scoffed, blushing as I pushed off his lap and wiggled out of his hold.
“You’re an ass!” I got up, walking to the bathroom off the kitchen as he chuckled. I splashed cold water on my face, taking a quick piss before walking out and glancing at the stove. It was already pretty late. I snagged a water when I heard him clear his throat.
“If you want to have less sex, I can work on it,” he breathed, crossing his arms as he leaned on the door frame.
“Yeah sure you could,” I teased, snapping the band of his pants as I walked past. “I’m tired, can we go lay down?” I sighed, stopping when he grabbed my wrist.
“Do you think we’ve talked enough?” he looked worried and I smiled, sliding my hand into his.
“We have a lifetime to talk and work through our problems. Isn’t that part of marrying me Mr. Langton?” I offered playfully, but he bit his lip looking super emotional. “H-hey I was just jok-” my voice cut off when he pulled me into him. He held my head, his lips fierce as they rolled and pressed against mine. I held his waist, his skin hot to the touch.
“I love you,” he gasped, his eyes darting between mine as he held his face against mine.
“I-I love you too,” I stammered breathlessly. He kissed my again, way more gentle than a second ago, before pulling away and leading me up the stairs. We got ready for bed and I hesitated when he got naked and crawled into bed. “No funny business,” I grumbled as he slid to one side, patting the bed.
“Promise, I just have started really enjoying sleeping naked,” he chuckled. I smirked, rolling my eyes as I stripped down to my briefs and crawled under the covers with him. He kissed me a few times and then pulled away to roll over. I hesitated, pouting as I stared at the back of his shoulders.
“Hey uh,” I cleared my throat, poking his back. He rolled back, looking at me with a cute smile. “I didn’t say you couldn’t hold me,” I grumbled. He laughed, turning over quickly as he wrapped his arms and leg around me. “Fuck Clay let me get comfortable first,” I pushed on him, trying to adjust as he clung to me.
“Hurry up,” he muttered, letting me go. I adjusted onto my side, sliding back into him. His arms snaked around my body, his legs tangling up with mine as he started kissing the back of my neck. My whole body tingled, my ears burning as the soft warmth of his skin and hair rubbed against me.
“I love you Clay,” I whispered as he adjusted, both of us settling into the bed.
“I love you too Bruno,” he kissed the back of my neck, his face rubbing up into my hair slightly. It tickled a bit, but felt amazing too. “I hope this is ok,” he squeezed me after a while. I could only nod, lost for words as I held his arms in place. Nothing beat the feeling of being in his arms like this.
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“You start soccer training this week and the classes next week right?” Clay asked as he sat across from each other at the table. I nodded, swallowing my food before sighing.
“It’s going to be nice to get back into doing things daily. I hope next year I can get my internship,” I grumbled, Clay chuckling as he knocked on the table. He adjusted in his seat, his body leaning over slightly as he studied me.
“Do you think having an internship would have made this summer any different?” he stabbed another large bite, his cheek bulging around the lump of food. It was kind of cute, especially with him smiling like a dope.
“Probably not, it would have just prolonged this. I’m pretty grateful we got that part behind us before having to live with you for the entire school year,” I laughed awkwardly as he shrugged and nodded once. “I meant to ask, would it be annoying for me to bring my car here sometime?” I started and he shook his head, looking confused.
“Why would it be?”
“Well I wasn’t sure how many parking spots-“
“We were given two so there’s a spot unused since Mel moved out,” he continued.
“How is Mel by the way? I haven’t talked to her since-“
“The wedding?” he smirked and I nodded. “She’s doing great. Her and Kevin are planning on doing a friends kind of Thanksgiving the Saturday after Thanksgiving. So I planned on going,” he studied me and I bit my lip, nodding as I held back the urge to invite myself. “Would you like to be my date?” he chuckled and I laughed, covering my face with one hand, nodding stupidly.
“Am I that obvious?” I sighed, feeling pathetic.
“Somewhat. But I planned on asking you. Mel didn’t invite you herself since it was before we made up. But I’m sure once she knows we’re officially back together-“
“I get it. Besides travesti ankara she’s your friend first right?” I offered, stabbing another mouthful and shoveling it into my face. “Want to know what I miss?” I asked suddenly, his face looking curious as he sipped his Coke. “Working out with you,” I sighed and he smirked.
“Why’s that? Do you like seeing me get all sweaty? Does it turn you on when I lift weights?” he laughed, making me blush.
“I can’t say you’re entirely wrong,” I admitted, laughing a bit myself before I shrugged. “But I also really liked getting to do shit like that together. So if you ever have to do workouts at home or not with the team-“
“Yeah I wouldn’t mind watching you all sweaty grunting and huffing as you work out myself,” he muttered playfully, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
“Fuck off,” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t ignore the fluttering feeling in my gut. It always felt so fucking good when he’d say shit like that to me. “I’m excited to see Jake and Devon again too. Jake’s been talking non-stop about their choice to dorm together,” I snorted once and he laughed.
“Sounds like a lot of fucking trouble if you ask me,” he shook his head and smiled then. “But Jake’s really grown on me the more Katie brags about how amazing he is to her,” he offered and I shook my head.
“Still shocks me to think he’s capable of shit like that! If she knew the Jake I knew even a year or two ago?” I blew a raspberry, Clay shrugging.
“People change right?” he offered, studying me curiously and I smiled.
“Yeah some more than others,” I shifted in my seat, crossing my legs as I slid toward the table a bit more. I cleared my throat, my ears hot. “Like how people prefer sweet things when they’re little and grow up preferring more bitter stuff. Or, uh, some guys start out dating women and then-“
“Go crazy over a nice, fat cock?” he cut me off and I slumped into the table, laughing as my blood rushed to my face out of embarrassment. “Yeah people do change a lot,” he chuckled. I bit my lip, pushing my hair back as I sat up to lean onto my elbow. I took another bite and then pursed my lips.
“You’ve changed a lot since we first started dating,” I started quietly, hesitating when he was quiet. “Not in a bad way,” I continued, looking up to see a blank expression on his face. “But the Clay sitting in front of me now is definitely not the Clay I started falling in love with a year ago.”
“I hope that’s a good thing,” he mumbled. I nodded and he sighed, smiling cutely as he took his last bite. “And the Bruno I knew a year ago definitely isn’t here anymore. I mean you’re not straight anymore, for starters,” he chuckled, making me chuckle as I covered my mouth. I took a swig of water to swallow easier, admiring him as he pushed his hands through his hair and sighed heavily. “God having a day off tomorrow sounds so amazing,” he grabbed his plate and got up, chugging the last of his Coke as he walked toward the kitchen sink.
“Do you want to do anything tonight?” I called out, finishing up the last bite of my dinner. He leaned on the wall, crossing his arms as he smirked.
“What would you like to do?” he had a coy little smirk plastered on his damn face. It was annoying but also charming and I hated it.
“I don’t know, cuddle up and watch a movie or something? I’m not going to have too much free time once my semester starts up, especially with me training. And you training. We’ll have a lot of time apart,” I mumbled, realizing now how different this year was going to. I heard him walking over, looking up to see him lean into me. He put his hand on the back of my chair and the table, his eyes drooping slightly as he smiled and brushed his nose against mine.
“Why do you sound so sad about that?” he teased. I pursed my lips, resting back in the chair as I crossed my arms.
“I guess it’s just crazy to think about being on the team and doing school without you being a part of that anymore,” I shrugged and he chuckled, kissing me sweetly. His lips were warm and soft, closing around mine and sliding between them as our mouths moved together.
“I think you’re obsessed with me,” he teased and I laughed, throwing my head back.
“That’s my line,” I pinched his chest, kissing his jaw before pushing up out of the chair and grabbing my dishes. “But seriously I would like to do something with you,” I started up again, putting my dishes in the dishwasher. He came up behind me when I stood upright, his arms wrapping around me.
“Hmmm, so you want to cuddle up with me on the couch?” he whispered, kissing my neck as his hands slid up into my shirt.
“You’re making this sexier than it has to be,” I muttered, leaning back into him as he teased my nipple, his lips and tongue caressing my ear.
“Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop,” he sighed, kissing my neck again. I sighed holding his arms in place.
“Definitely don’t hate it,” I whispered, his breath washing over my neck as he let out a little laugh. “But I would enjoy some non-sexy time as well,” neither of us were moving away though as he continued to ran his hands over my body.
“What about a bit of both?” he mumbled, nibbling at my neck as he pulled me tighter against him. I laughed, reaching up to slide my hand into his hair.
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