"Silver," Gold's voice whispered as he entered the bedroom. I opened my eyes and sat up. My jaw nearly drops from my face to the covers at the site before me. Gold was shirtless, his slightly toned chest stripped bare of anything in the clothing department. He has his arms crossed over his tan chest as he started me down like a hungry animal. My eyes, slowly fell down the length of his torso –which was far to long for a guy, mind you- and stared at his open jeans. I could only thank god that he hadn't walked into the room naked. I looked away from him as I could feel the blood gathering on my face.
"Hm?" I answered as I laid back down, throwing the thick blanket over my head in the process. It was quite for a moment and then I heard Gold sign and began walking over towards the bed. Did he really have to drag his feet? That was just making me even more nerv-
Manly, I meant manly. I'm not nervous. Me, Silver, nervous? Yeah right, don't assume such idiotic nonsense, you moron. Fuck you and your damn assumptions.
Anyway, I felt my heart- lungs, dammit I said lungs you retard, lungs- jump and bang themselves against my rip cage as Gold stopped at the edge of my side of the bed. Are your lungs even in your rip cage? I don't know, but if Gold didn't move, my foot was going to have a major muscle spazium and spaz all over him. Hopefully in his pretty boy face.
Fuck, I didn't just call him a pretty boy. Shut it.
I about had a heart attack as he lifted the cover from cover my face, my body tensed and I buried my face in my pillow as I saw a glimpse of his face. He was freaking smirking.
To sum the night up and skip all the embarrassing parts, I'll just say that Gold and I had sex or fucked, or did the horizontal tango, whatever you want to call it. How he managed to do such, I don't know, but it was quite the experience. I learned that lubricated condoms suck, the lower part of my body can bend in ways I didn't know it could, anal sex, at first, feels like a bullet was shot up your ass, but it was worth it.
The aftermath was a mess, but we were bother to lazy and worn out to clean up and change the sheets. I don't think Gold minded as much because I told him I loved him.
Not in a romantic mushy way, mind you. That's for pussies. He told me he loved me and I told him to fuck off and let me sleep and that I fucking loved him too.