Oh right, I had an interesting idea all along! Haha! Now I shall write it and you shall read it. I hope you like it, as far as it gets in this chapter! =DDD
EDIT: okay. I'm sorry. This was all crunched together. idk what was wrong with FF but...idk. BUT I FIXED IT FOR YA's!!!!!! I hope you likez it!
I hadn't noticed that I had accidentally put on Ash's shirt until I was already halfway home. I cursed to myself and pulled over to call Dawn. If she were at my apartment, which she most likely was, I would turn around to switch shirts. If by some miracle she wasn't, I would just keep driving home. I felt like a middle school girl, but I kinda wanted to keep his shirt.
I felt my pockets and discovered that I actually had remembered to take back my phone. I flipped it open and turned it on. After that, I dialed my apartment's number. After several rings, no one picked up. I then tried Dawn's cell phone. No one. I decided to take the chance. If she was there, just asleep, I could always take off the shirt and throw it into the laundry before she saw it.
When I opened the door, I didn't hear a high-pitched variation of my name and running footsteps, so that was good. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I slowly walked to my bedroom and cracked the door, peering inside. Dawn wasn't there. It seemed as if she went home. Why would she want to go home? That didn't matter, though. I was alone for the first time in forever, it seemed. I lay down on my couch, switching the TV on. I wanted to take off my shirt to get more comfortable, but the want to keep Ash's shirt on me overpowered that first one. It was a little sweaty, just a bit tight on me, and smelled just like him. It was a bright red with some logo that I never would've picked out myself. I loved it.
The phone's ring cut through my happy thoughts. I groaned to myself as I got up to get it. "Yes?"
"Paul?" Her voice was lower than usual, and tired-sounding.
"Yes, Dawn?"
"I'm sorry that I'm not there. But I got my period."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry!"
"It's fine, Dawn. No problem."
"Okay. Well, I should probably go."
"Alright."
"Bye. Love you."
"Bye." This was too good to be true. Not only will Dawn not want to get laid for a week, but it also meant that she would be staying at her house for that period of time. Whenever she gets her period, she gets horrible cramps, which make her really short-tempered. So she has to drug herself with super painkillers that she needs a prescription to get. Said painkillers knock her out, so she spends most of her time sleeping. I smiled to myself as I hung up the phone, then picked it back up. I dialed a new number.
"Hey Paul."
"Hey Ash. You at your house?"
"No."
"Where are you?"
"Out."
"God, Ash. Out where?"
"At the store." Why didn't he want to tell me that? It's just a store, right? Or was he somewhere else?
"Okay. Well I've got some news."
"What?"
"Dawn has her period!"
"So?"
"So, we've got a week!"
"A week? Together?"
"You got it."
"Sweet!"
"So when can I come over?"
"After I'm done shopping. How about I just pick you up?"
"Okay. How long will that be?"
"Another…half hour?"
"Alright. See you then."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and smiled. A whole week with Ash. Just Ash.
I decided to dig through my DVD collection that Dawn and I made back when we still in the movie-watching phase. There were mostly chick flicks and horror movies. That wasn't bad, since chick flicks became something of a thing between me and Ash, and horror was always good. As I continued to look though it, I decided just to let Ash help me with choosing when he arrived, since I didn't know what he would want.
After twenty minutes I got so bored that I began to pace back and fourth around my living room, making a rut in the carpet.
After what had seemed like an hour, but was closer to a half of that, a knocking sound stopped me in my tracks as I raced to the door.
"Hey!" Ash exclaimed when the door was open. He walked in and, sure enough, was wearing the shirt I left. It was a little big for him, or, bigger than the shirts he usually wears, and complemented him more that I would have thought.
"Hey." I replied. "One thing before you take me away."
"Yes?"
I lead him over to the movie stash. "Here. I thought you should pick some out."
"I thought you didn't like the couch."
"No, I like our couch just fine. Dawn can't reach the peephole, even if she could drive over there."
I think he caught the 'our' in that statement, but he didn't acknowledge it. "Okay. Just bring them all. I'm sure we'll find time to watch them."
"Okay," I picked up the crate, "ready?"
"Yup." He pecked my lips before pulling me out the door.
It was dark by time we reached his apartment. Perfect. He carried the movie crate in for me on our way there, along with his shopping bag, and dropped them onto the floor by our couch once we were inside. He began sorting through them and picked out a movie called 'Saved!' that I never quite got why Dawn liked. I understood why he picked it, though, since it's got something to do with a gay guy. He took it out of its case, carefully, and popped it into the DVD player and turned on the TV manually. He hit 'play' and joined me on our couch.
"This…is going…to be…so fun," he said, trailing kisses down my neck.
I grasped his face in my hands and pulled it to mine. We kissed passionately for a few moments. Ash broke away to take off my (or his, rather) shirt. He began to stroke my chest, but I stopped him to take off the shirt he was wearing. He then continued to run his hands along my chest.
"You know, your skin is really soft. No wonder Dawn likes to sleep with you so much."
"Really?" I ignored the second part of that comment.
"Yeah." He paused, looked down, then back up to my face and said: "I wonder if all of you is this soft?"
I grinned. "Probably."
He laughed, then removed his hands. I leaned on him, slightly, as I advanced to his collarbone. He cooed, and allowed himself to fall back as I shifted on top of him without taking my lips from his skin. I couldn't help but notice that he was aroused. But, more importantly, he probably noticed I wasn't. Yet. After more kissing, I decided to stop and give him a turn. He took the cue and began at my neck, sending familiar shivers down my body. I loved them.
"Y'know," he began in between kisses, "this movie isn't that bad."
"You were actually watching it?" I honestly had no idea how far along the movie was in its plotline.
"Yeah. I listened more than watched. But it's okay. We should watch it gain if we run out."
"Okay." Did he expect us to watch movies and fuck for a whole week straight? If that was his plan, how far would we go? How long have we even been dating? A week? No, more than that. Two weeks? Three? I don't even know.
"What are you thinking about? You look a little distant," he whispered in my ear.
"Us," I admitted.
"What about us?"
"Nothing, really."
"Obviously something." He nipped my ear.
"Fine. Were you planning on us doing nothing but watch movies and touch each other all week?"
"Um…actually, I was thinking more of a 'go out during the day, have fun at night' kind of thing."
"That sounds pretty good," I said. "Where would we go?"
"Um…wherever you want, I guess. Probably to eat, since I don't have much here. Except, y'know…."
I laughed. "I don't think I could live off of that." We were making sex jokes and we hadn't even reached third base yet.
"Exactly." He licked my neck.
"Ash? Is it too late to get some food?"
"Do you mean food as in dinner, or food as in…?"
"Dinner."
He sighed, reluctant to end the contact between our bodies. "Fine."
I got off of him and pulled his shirt on. He didn't comment, instead just grabbing my shirt and pulling it on himself. He looked around for the remote until he found it, and paused the movie. He then walked to the bathroom, probably to deal with his erection.
"So where are we going?" I asked him.
"Umm…where do you want to go?"
"I don't care, honestly."
"Okay. I wanted to go to that Gregg's that's just a few blocks over."
"That sounds good."
He kissed me passionately before we left.
While we drove to the restaurant, he reached his hand out and offered it to me. I took it, and he drove one-handed the rest of the way.
There was no wait, so we got seated immediately after we walked in. The hostess stared at our entwined hands, and then looked at me. I gave her a threatening look, and she quickly turned and walked and bit faster than she had before. She gave us a booth, and we slid into the same side without hesitation. She gave me a purely disgusted look before walking away. I was glad it was directed at me rather than at Ash.
After looking through our menus in silence for what I decided to be long enough, I flipped it closed and declared: "I'm getting the salmon."
"I'm getting a burger."
"Okay."
As the silence got more and more annoying, I became aware that our thighs were pressed together and our hands were still locked.
The waitress saved us of the silence by delivering a basket of rolls and asking us what we wanted to drink. Although she did seem surprised to see us so close together, she didn't give us any looks or change her behavior in a noticeable way. That was comforting. We both ordered water.
After she left, Ash took a role and bit into it. "I love the rolls here," he stated.
"I know, they are quite good." I took one for myself and broke it in half before taking a bite.
He waitress returned not soon after to take our order.
After she left, I couldn't bear the silence any longer.
"Ash, talk to me," I pleaded.
"What about?"
"I hate this silence. Are you mad at me or something?"
"Well, I can't say that I wasn't disappointed that we stopped, but I'm not mad at you."
That's when a few people tuned out of their table's conversations to listen to ours. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, yeah. Paul, there really aren't many things that could get me mad at you." He squeezed my hand.
"Okay."
He rested his head on my shoulder. "I needed food, anyway," he told me. "I barely ate anything all day."
"Neither did I."
"Was it today that you left my house then called me and was like 'we have a week'?"
"Yup."
"It feels like so long ago."
"I know." I debated weather or not to turn and kiss the top of his head. It was obvious to everyone here that we're gay by now. But I decided against it, to avoid the dirty looks we'd get.
Our food came surprisingly fast, probably because all the employees and customers wanted us out as fast as possible. We let go of each other's hands to eat and ate in cold silence.
We got into an argument about who should pay when we were done.
"Ash, I should pay, really."
"Paul, I practically took you out. I think it's fair if I pay," he disagreed.
"I was the one that wanted to get food. I should pay."
"I was hungry, too."
I got out my wallet to just pay for it myself when I noticed I didn't have enough money. I was short by about fifty cents. Dammit. I looked over at him, and he was staring at his wallet with a look that must've matched mine.
"We should split it, shouldn't we?" I asked him.
He nodded and put half of the money on the table, and I put the rest.
When we got into the car, there was a highly erotic make-out session before we gained the strength to take it back to his apartment.
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