This is from Jacks point of view, straight from his mind, because I have just watched 50 shades of grey and was inspired somewhat. So if you don't like it don't read it.
disclaimer: I don't own anything, and I'm making no money from it ^.^
This has not smut it in, it's just implied. YAOI (boyxboy)
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I feel like something is off, something isn't right. I lay in bed cuddling the chest of my boyfriend, one of my arms is draped across his chest while my other is tucked next to me. I feel his chest rise and sink from his inhale and exhale. I'm happily satisfied after the nights activities that have somewhat increased over the last few months due to me being more pushy with it, but still I feel that he isn't satisfied at all.
I mean don't get me wrong we've been dating for 82 years now, the kids we once knew are now very old and frail or dead, sadly. But we, we never age, Nor will we ever. We are both immortal, spirits that protect children on a daily basis. He is spring, warm days and green grass. Whilst I am winter, freezing nights, and white trees. So different but yet we have found love, mutual, understanding, beautiful, trusting, love.
But…
After long nights of moaning and panting on my knees or my back, when it's all done and over, when we both seem completely satisfied, I have this feeling, this back of the throat feeling, a feeling that I can't quite seem to explain, and he has this look, a deep look, a question of curiosity look, but never has he asked, nor expressed this 'look'.
I believe he is not satisfied, not happy, not content with this. There is something missing, something that I'm not doing, something that I need to do to satisfy him. I thought once that maybe he wanted me to be on top, so I tried to attempt at it but he strongly refused saying he prefers me under him. But it's the look he gives me when these things happen, a look I can't for the life of me explain. Maybe it's because we're different species, I am an immortal frozen teen, whilst he is an alien, a Pooka, last of his kind.
Once again I look at him, his eyes flittering every now and it makes me hope that he is having a dream, a happy dream. I love him so much, I'd do anything for him. I roll onto my back, and stretch out my tired limbs, toes pointing and my arms above me, reaching for the roof.
I sit up and once again stare as his sleeping expression, oh how calm he seems when he's asleep. Not like his usual grumpy self. Woops I need to be quiet he might wake if I giggle again. Smiling down at him I shift more over to the other side of the bed, swinging my legs over the edge. I stare blankly at the alarm clock that is placed on the wooden table side. Red lights once fuzzy become clear as I read the time. '3:41am' sighing I stand up, unable to sleep due to my wracking brain.
I decide to wonder around, leaving the dark room. I follow dark corridors, as they twist and turned. I can see a door in the distance, I know which door it is. Finally I arrived at the large, wooden door with two rectangle dark blue cushion panels. My hands reach out to touch the soft blue fabric, the fabric is cotton, and it reminds me of the walls of a stereotype white room in a mental institution, like off the movies.
This is the closest I've ever been to this door, he would always dismiss it and keep me and my curious eyes away from it. Oh how I want to know what is on the other side of this wall.
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Okay, I hoped you liked it! PLEASE tell me what you think, and for those who are following my other story, don't worry am I currently writing the next chapter in just a tad bit stuck.
Xox Till next time.
