28. Sun

I wake up from the sun in my eyes.

Surprisingly, I didn't have any nightmares last night. It seems nothing can really go wrong as long as I'm with Aron.

I look at the golden god beside me.

I lay on his arm and watch his beautiful face shine in the sun.

And I feel happy.

Because it's all over.

The nightmares, the screaming..

The abstinence.

I know it's all gone. I've faced my ghost of the past and I can finally move on.

I soak up the sun and I take a deep breath. It's like breathing for the first time after having held your breath.

I lean down and kiss Aron's eye lids.

He twitches but he doesn't wake up.

I kiss along his sharp jaw.

His neck..

I bite him playfully.

He moans a little.

I smile and go further down.

"Sky?"

I go back to his face. His eyes are open and they look like.. puddles of sunlight.

"Good morning." I smile.

He smiles sleepily as he rubs my hair and it falls over my eyes.

I scrunch up my nose.

"That tickles."

"Serves you right." His voice is all raspy. It's really turning me on.

"You gave me a hard on." He says.

"Oh did I?" I look down.

"That's fast. I wasn't even there yet." I chuckle.

"Ha-ha." He says grumpily. "And who's gonna have to fix it? Me." He whines.

I smile and raise my eyebrow.

"I could help you out."

He opens his eyes more and gives me a look.

"Don't be a tease."

Then he closes his eyes again.

"I'm not teasing."

He sighs.

I continue kissing his abs and when I reach his perfect v-cut I begin to pull down his pants.

"Oliver.." He whines.

"Aron." I say back.

He groans when I grab his dick.

And then he opens his eyes.

"What are you doing to me.." His voice cracks.

I laugh a little.

"Don't laugh so cute. Fucking tease."

I come back up and rest my head against his face as I feel around.

He's breathing heavier now.

"I'm not teasing." I whisper.

I bite his ear and he moans.

"I'm ready." I whisper.

He looks at me. His cheeks are soft pink and his face is dewy and it turns me on more.

"Are you serious?" He whispers.

I nod and then my lips crash to his and he wraps both his arms around me and his hands slide to the small of my back.

It feels so fucking amazing. How long I've waited for this and now it's finally happening.

He moves his hands over my body.

I moan as his hand goes from my thighs to my ass.

I take off my pants and he flips us over.

He's heavy on my body but it's sexy. It's Aron.

He's pressing up against me and I run my fingers over his perfect body.

And I'm happy. I'm not scared. I'm not angry. I'm not anywhere else. I'm with my boyfriend.

Then he bites my neck in the exact way I like it..

But I flinch because suddenly it's not him I see. It's a monster with green eyes.

Aron pulls away a little. His gold chain tickling my chest.

"Everything okay?" He asks, his eyes all hazy.

"Yeah, keep going." I pant.

Cause I refuse to stop. It's going well. I like this. I keep telling myself.

// Sorry to disturb you. This chapter takes place in the future when both characters are adults. \\

And I do. Our bodies are perfectly aligned. Our love making perfectly in tune.

And for a moment it's all good again.

It's only when he starts pushing inside me that the images pop up again. And again and again.

I close my eyes to get away from them. But they're still there.

"Oliver," Aron whispers.

I open my eyes and Aron's right here. I know he is.

I keep looking at him.

And it hurts more than I thought it would.

I moan.

"Relax, mi amor." He muses.

And I do relax as he moves inside me.

How could I not? His voice is hypnotic. I enjoy it again. Find pleasure again.

But then I remember that I always relax at the wrong time and I don't trust myself anymore.

I want him off of me. I want him to stop.

He kisses me tenderly. Sweetly.

But it doesn't feel good anymore. It's all wrong.

I don't tell him to stop, though. Because I know he wants this as much as I did. I want him to have this. I want to do this for him. I'll get over it. If I just get this one time over with, it'll become easier, won't it?

It's just sex.

It's just sex.

I keep repeating.

I hold onto his strong shoulders as he moves in and out of me and I focus on my breathing and on the ceiling.

I ignore the tears in my eyes and the pain in my chest.

It's good. It's all good.

In the end he comes inside me and I squeeze his shoulders. I close my eyes. I ignore the hairs standing up on my arm. I ignore my heart beating insanely.

He lays down next to me and joins me in staring at the ceiling.

He's happy. It's oozing off of him. Like his heat.

"Damn." He smiles. He turns his head to me.

I try real hard to put on a good act.

I smile back at him.

"Damn, indeed." I say.

He smiles wider and caresses my cheek. He kisses me passionately.

"Totally worth the wait." He smirks.

"Totally." I repeat.

He gets up and goes to the bathroom.

Then he sticks his head back in the room.

"Don't you wanna join me?" He smirks suggestively.

"I need some time to process." I joke.

He grins wide. "Well, good luck with that." He closes the bathroom door and my smile fades.

I feel gross. And I feel all wrong. Why is it always wrong?

I wrap my arms around my legs and curl up in a ball.

The sun disappears behind a curtain of clouds.