I stifled a yawn as I opened my eyes. I didn't see the sun as I was expecting to. What I saw was red like the sun, but it was much closer and… fluffier. I reached up, swiping Axel's hair out of my eyes. I was happy for a moment there. Until I remembered.
I backed myself away from him, pressing my body to the wall. He had tortured me because of that prom. And now he was lying in my bed like everything was okay.
The slight movement of my shift awoke him. I saw green eyes flicker open and glance around. They settled on me.
"Oh, Dem…" he began, reaching out to grasp my own hand.
I shoved it away. "Don't. I'm not ready for this…" I whispered. I sat up, begging myself not to start crying again. I couldn't stand the thought of crying in front of him again.
I felt the shift of weight and then the arms encircling my slender body. I shook my head, discouraging him. "I'm going surfing…" I slid from under the covers and headed over to grab my wetsuit.
Quickly changed, I was out the door, not bothering to look back at the pyro on my bed. I grabbed my surfboard and wax and headed for the bus station.
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I sat on the beach, wet. Surfing had always been a ways to calm me. My hand was making its normal, circular motion as I waxed my board to sheen again. Maybe I was being a little hard on him. He was forced to go, I mean. I stopped myself. No, him going was not the problem. It was the fact that he didn't seem to put up a fight at all. He didn't
-care- that I hadn't been able to go with him.
I finished the job on my surfboard and headed back to my house. I quickly began to strip from my wetsuit. I heard the noise of a throat clearing. I glanced up.
"You're still here," I stated, not showing any emotion to Axel.
"You didn't say I had to leave…" he said quietly. He walked over. "I'll do anything, -anything- to make it up to you, Dem."
"How, Axel? How?" I asked, looking deep into his eyes. He bit his lip and shrugged. I lowered my eyes from his, tears forming in mine. He reached out, grasping my chin. With a light tug, he had me looking up again. He leaned in, kissing the tears away before he actually kissed me.
The tears continued down my face, but I wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist so I didn't have to stand on tiptoes anymore. My damp legs held tightly to his bare skin. He took me over to the bed, kissing me passionately.
I looked up at him through my blurry eyesight. I reached out, running my hand along his cheek as he ran his hands down my bare body. He twirled his fingers along my hips and thighs. He looked back up at me for reassurance. I nodded, wiping at tears that continued to stream from my eyes.
He reached over, picking up the lube from my bedside table. I closed my eyes, knowing quite well that he wouldn't stretch me. This was going to be loving, no foreplay sex or rough sex. I could feel it in my very bones.
I felt him slide slowly in. That was the only thing he did slowly, though. He began to pound unmercifully into me. I bit my lip, not making a sound and not opening my eyes. I gripped the sheets as he lifted my hips from the bed, turning me to search for the point to make me scream. I wouldn't give it to him, though. He knew this would help me though. It made me hurt inside and out. He knew I wanted it this way. But it didn't make the pain any easier.
I let him climax, hearing him pant my name and collapse atop me. I hadn't even become hard. I petted his hair before he got up, dressed, and left. Left me, feeling like a whore.