Fulton's POV
Why couldn't he just admit that we were having problems? He had to be the one that thought everything was alright, we can survive anything. Well news flash Dean we were not exactly Snow White and Prince Charming. I mean granted I wasn't exactly happy about the idea of leaving him and all. He was my first love, my only love really. There was all those chicks I saw in high school but I didn't have any feelings for them really. I never even got past second base with any of them, but that was on my own free will. I don't think I ever really got the live my life, being a wild and free teenage guy, my feelings for him were always holding me back. While I was fantasizing about him, he was out with that Maryann girl, doing the things that I wouldn't do with anyone but him.
I think that added to my decision to bring things to an end. He stood in the door way of my kitchen, watching me intently as I pulled a frozen pizza from oven. His muscles were tight under his wife beater, I could tell he was stressed about what had happened in the car and in truth I hated hurting him. I just couldn't think of any other way around the separation issue. If we broke sooner rather then later I'd be able to experience love with someone else and he could go home and try to get Maryann back, from what he'd told, she was still carrying a torch for him.
"Oh you made dinner, how sweet." He walked over to me and put his hands on my hips as I was bending over to take the food from the oven
"Dean, please." I sighed standing up, my back stiffening
"Please what?" His arms came tighter around me and he rested his chin on my shoulder
"Please don't do this."
"I could be saying the same thing to you." He murmured kissing my neck
"You're making this very difficult." Turned and put the pizza on the counter trying not the cut my finger off while slicing it
"I'm tryin'. So have I changed your mind yet?"
I'm weak, I admit it, once you go for my neck I'm a goner no matter how set against the idea I am. My knees were starting to get weak, and my excited was starting to be obvious, I didn't realize my jeans could stretch the way they did. I tried to be firm and tough, I tried not to gasp as he continued his sensual assault on me.
"Portman." I moaned against his lips. 'Why did he have to be such a great kisser, with such strong, gentle hands that were rubbing my arms lightly? Why couldn't I fight it? Why did it have to be so hard?' That was all the things that were running through my mind as I followed him into my bedroom. Oh well there was always the next day to end the relationship.
Why couldn't he just admit that we were having problems? He had to be the one that thought everything was alright, we can survive anything. Well news flash Dean we were not exactly Snow White and Prince Charming. I mean granted I wasn't exactly happy about the idea of leaving him and all. He was my first love, my only love really. There was all those chicks I saw in high school but I didn't have any feelings for them really. I never even got past second base with any of them, but that was on my own free will. I don't think I ever really got the live my life, being a wild and free teenage guy, my feelings for him were always holding me back. While I was fantasizing about him, he was out with that Maryann girl, doing the things that I wouldn't do with anyone but him.
I think that added to my decision to bring things to an end. He stood in the door way of my kitchen, watching me intently as I pulled a frozen pizza from oven. His muscles were tight under his wife beater, I could tell he was stressed about what had happened in the car and in truth I hated hurting him. I just couldn't think of any other way around the separation issue. If we broke sooner rather then later I'd be able to experience love with someone else and he could go home and try to get Maryann back, from what he'd told, she was still carrying a torch for him.
"Oh you made dinner, how sweet." He walked over to me and put his hands on my hips as I was bending over to take the food from the oven
"Dean, please." I sighed standing up, my back stiffening
"Please what?" His arms came tighter around me and he rested his chin on my shoulder
"Please don't do this."
"I could be saying the same thing to you." He murmured kissing my neck
"You're making this very difficult." Turned and put the pizza on the counter trying not the cut my finger off while slicing it
"I'm tryin'. So have I changed your mind yet?"
I'm weak, I admit it, once you go for my neck I'm a goner no matter how set against the idea I am. My knees were starting to get weak, and my excited was starting to be obvious, I didn't realize my jeans could stretch the way they did. I tried to be firm and tough, I tried not to gasp as he continued his sensual assault on me.
"Portman." I moaned against his lips. 'Why did he have to be such a great kisser, with such strong, gentle hands that were rubbing my arms lightly? Why couldn't I fight it? Why did it have to be so hard?' That was all the things that were running through my mind as I followed him into my bedroom. Oh well there was always the next day to end the relationship.