Warnings: Implied sexual actions.
I am waiting for him.
I am on my knees.
Waiting for him to make up his mind.
My hands are resting in my lap.
I glance up and I can see him shiver.
Is this from the cold? From fear? From guilt? From anticipation? Is he questioning his idea?
He is the one who asked, I should be the one who is questioning this.
I move my hands up his legs and tug on a belt loop.
He looks down at me and smiles.
"One more minute" he whispers.
I smile back and relax once more, now sitting on my feet.
I am still on my knees.
I am still waiting.
I release the belt loop from my grasp and move my hands back to my lap.
I look at his jeans.
Dark blue, worn and ratty around the edges.
I tug at a sting coming loose from the seem.
I wonder why he has kept them for so long.
I look at him again. His eyes are closed.
I reach up and tug a belt loop again.
"Dean?" I whisper.
He looks down at me and smiles.
"You looked so interested in my pants, I decided to wait for you"
He was waiting for me.
His back against the wall, shivering in anticipation and he was waiting.
I smile up at him and shift my weight back to my knees.
He runs a hand through my hair and he smiles again.
"I'm ready now. Are you?" he questions.
I don't respond.
I move my hands up his legs.
I undo his belt and smile up at him.
He leans his head back and closes his eyes.
He is pressed up against the wall.
And he is waiting for me.
Well. This was my first attempt at writing anything...well mature. That's all I'm going to say about that.
Hope you enjoyed.
Comments/critiques are appreciated.