A/N- Hey all, I've had a super shitty day so I thought I'd give you all what you've been waiting for. *raises eyebrows suggestively* Well… sorta kinda give you what you want, OH MY GERARD I'M GIVING IT AWAY!
Dear mysterious 'Y'… Whatever you're putting in that coffee of yours… I want double xD
I AM SO CLOSE TO THREE HUNDRED REVIEWS I CAN TASTE IT! . that's fuckin weird, you can't taste reviews. Unless… NeVeRmInD!
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His hands were everywhere on my body in a way that brought my mind only to him, not to Sebastian or anything else going on in my mind, just Magnus. He had the skill to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time; he was connected to me yet a whole other, more amazing being. I briefly wondered where he learned how to do that but waved it off as something that didn't matter at that particular moment.
The way he moaned my name into my own mouth made my stomach tumble around in a circle, vaguely reminding me of the washer and dryer inside his closet. There was nothing I wanted more than to pause time at that one moment and relive it over, and over, and over again.
Hands. His were warm, exactly unlike someone else's hands. What was their name again? I don't even remember now, what with Magnus on top of me.
"Alec," he whispered, his breath causing goose bumps to blaze a trail along my neck. Something warm encompassed my member; gliding and stroking until it arose without my permission. All of my immediate thoughts were gone and my brain was left to mush as he worked his magic.
I involuntarily thrust up into his hand and with a sly quirk of his mouth he leaned down to kiss me. It was the sweetest thing we'd ever shared, though anything would seem sweet compared to what we were doing down there.
Something cold scraped against my stomach and I felt it clench in anticipation. It was Magnus's bellybutton ring, a small metal ball sliding against my skin, raising even more goose bumps. He was being slow and sweet, almost agonizingly so. I bucked my hips against him again, silently complaining that this was going much too slow for me.
He picked up the pace almost instantly, moving his hand faster and adding more pressure. That's what I wanted, he understood that, too. I moaned his name repeatedly, tangling my hands in his dark hair. My eyes, bleary with both love and lust, looked down upon him to see his head go lower and lower. I didn't know how much time had passed, and I didn't care either, I just knew that I was enjoying every second.
All it took was for him to kiss the very tip of what he'd originally had his hand around and I shot off against his stomach, skimming his neck just a tiny bit.
I had to slam my hand over my mouth when I woke up to keep me from gasping for breath. The disappointment I felt when my mind finally registered that it was a dream was awful. But then I realized that it was actually a good dream and not one filled with Sebastian's crazy eyes.
Magnus and I had been going to the group sessions for a week or two then, it was a nice night in August. The only problem was that there was something wet all over my side of the bed.
Shit, I thought, looking up toward the ceiling in irritation.
I honestly didn't know what to do at that point; just lay there in my own bodily fluids, or get up and risk waking Magnus which would begin a really awkward conversation that would probably make his ego inflate and make my face turn tomato red. My final decision was to at least try and change my pants before figuring out what to do with the sheets.
As light as a feather, I slowly lifted my body out of my now wet side of the bed and reached into our shared dresser for a new pair of boxers and some sweatpants. Luckily, his room was carpeted so there was no creaking going on with the floors.
I was more embarrassed than I had ever been in my entire life, no exaggerations. The whole time I was changing my clothes, I was thinking Really? Did you reallyjust have a wet dream about your boyfriend who was more than willing to do that himself? REALLY?
Eighteen years old and still having wet dreams. I mean… not still, it's not like they were frequent before Magnus came along but I've never not had one before and… everyone has one, right? It's part of puberty, yeah of course. But I'd passed the point of puberty already. I was technically an adult. I could vote. I could join the military. I was still having wet dreams…
Fuck.
I still didn't know what to do with the soaked sheets so I just threw my shirt down on top of the spot and prayed to everything that Magnus would wake up before me, not see anything because I was lying on top of it, and leave the bed long enough so I could change the sheets without him noticing.
Great plan.
The next morning was horribly awkward for me, though I did get to change the sheets without Magnus noticing. He'd woken up before me and I feigned grogginess until he got up to use the bathroom. I knew for a fact that whenever he went to the bathroom he'd check himself out for at least twenty seconds before actually doing whatever he was doing. That time he had to brush his teeth AND pee so I had a solid three minutes until he emerged.
I was like a ninja. Those sheets were ripped off and thrown into his washer then replaced with ones of a similar color all while he was probably staring at his reflection. Then I jumped back into bed, in the same curled up, sleepy position I had been in before and he came back out, clean and smiling.
"Get up, gorgeous," he said. "Ya can't lay in bed all day with your lovely boyfriend in need of some kissin."
I sat up, kicking the clean sheets away from me and hoping he didn't notice the tiny color difference. "I haven't even brushed my teeth yet," I groaned, still going with sleepy instead of embarrassed.
"I'm not gonna French you, just a little kiss would be nice," he muttered. He kicked at the carpet, putting his hands behind his back and pouting, acting like a three year old.
Magnus was too cute being a six foot tall, nineteen year old child, and I couldn't stop my smile. "Maybe if you come over here I'll consider it."
He sauntered over to me, tan and exposed hips swinging back and forth. My usual blush showed up when I remembered my dream from the night before. Good thing Magnus never got to see it, he was too busy pushing hair out of my eyes to notice it.
God his lips were almost magical, he was so talented with them. He knew exactly what do and how much pressure he should use and a bunch of other things that really just left me to relax and let him do his thing, all the while his hand was resting lightly on my upper thigh.
So much for no Frenching.
I don't know how long he'd been kissing me, but both of us had to breathe and eventually disconnected our lips to force air down our lungs.
"You never cease amaze me with your kissing skills," I muttered, still close to his mouth.
He smirked and I could almost see his ego inflating inch by inch. "Nothing but the best for my Alec." He kissed me one final time before standing up straight and pulling me up as well. "Now get a move on, we've got things to do," he said, smacking my butt to get me walking towards the bathroom.
I blushed and rubbed my abused backside then made my way to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth and do the usual morning routine.
"Wait a sec," he said, stopping me in the doorway.
"Hm?"
"Why did you change the sheets?" he asked innocently.
"Uhh…" I looked to the ceiling like ya bored up there? "Uhm… I…" He raised his eyebrow and I blurted out the first thing I could think of. "Q!"
His reply- "I'm sorry, what?" –was cut off by me slamming the door and locking it in a frantic haste.
…
Hopefully he'll forget by lunch.
A/N- IF YOU DON'T READ THIS VERY IMPORTANT A/N, YOU WILL PERISH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND GO TO THE DEVIL'S WIFE'S VAGINA. AND NO ONE WANTS THAT.
Now that this sucktastic filler chapter is over, I can get to my fucking POINT. I want reviews. I know, I know, I'm a review slut. I changed it to slut cuz I ain't no whore. I want three hundred reviews oh so FUCKING bad I could die. Sorry for all the f-bombs, I'm in a cussy mood cuz I'm suddenly really pissed off. Bipolar disorder does that to you. Oh did I forget to mention…? Yeah, I'm bipolar, DEAL WITH IT, I AM.
Jesus Christ, I'm fuckin insane. Would you please just review cuz now I'm mad that I'm mad?
SHITBALLS OF DOOM, I NEED HELP.
Alright, sorry for the awkwardly bad and straight up 'meh' filler chapter, but I have immense ideas for the future. Please stick around for the amazingness that is to cum. And yes, I did mean to spell it like that ;D
-Ella, who fuckin hates the entire fuckin world. (except for MCR, Reviewers, and Readers of course.)
P.S. - Sorry for all the caps. I know capital letters are like being slapped with words. Also, sorry for the bipolar-ness. I honestly cannot control it without prescription drugs and I can't get them until I see a stupid therapist next week and blah, blah, blah, if I'm suddenly really mellow you'll know what happened.