"Stay there." He whispers, the heat from his hands lingering on my chest, and he walks out of my bedroom.
The house is free for both the day and night, my parents are staying in my grandparents'. I'm not sure whether Mum is actually happy or even proud of me for being gay, but I know for sure she definitely wouldn't be happy with this arrangement.
He arrives, his purple hair slopped across his forehead, I know he has just ran his fingers through it.
In his hand there is a condom, a Magnum.
"Modest." I joke. "You know I had some in my drawer." I pull open the top one and a new packet of 10 pokes out of the top of my socks.
"Slay." He says, his eyes widen, and he flicks his hair back.
"You really couldn't get any gayer. Could you?"
"Got a problem?" He is just too cute when he has sass.
"Only the fact I am totally jealous of your amazing femininity." I see his cheeks blush, his eyes shine. "I love you." I can't hold it in, I wanted to say it first.
I hardly ever say those three words, I think most people say it too much. He does, but he seems to mean it every time.
I save it for times that are special to me.
And he knows that.
"I love you too baby."
He holds my hand, a little looser than I wanted him too, yet he holds it all the same as straddles me.
Grabbing my t-shirt, he takes it in his teeth and rips. After a few attempts, he manages to create a small tear, which he forces apart until my whole shirt is in two pieces; my chest is bared, I don't like it. He is so strong, so big, so.. ripped.
I am spindly, pale, almost like a child. Well, the top half of my body is.
He looks me up and down as if he sees someone perfect, someone I wish I could be.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what." He blinks, as if shaking of a deep thought.
"Like I am worth that look."
"Oi." He looks at me like I have just asked the two times tables. "You really can't see, can you?"
"See what?"
"You."
"Great description there, Tyler."
"Sssh." He nuzzles my neck "I love you."
"I want an answer." I whine, and he giggles.
"I see someone who is on a bed, and is worth more than he knows."
"I can sense something that is a little more important to you on the bed reference rather than the self worth."
"I'm not sure how I take that, as an insult or a compliment." He winks at me, and slides on his condom.
"I think we better sort that out a little later." I rustle his hair and he groans.
"You know that is the only thing I make look good. The rest is oh-so-natural." He throws his head back and raises his eyebrow at me.
He untucks my legs from underneath his body and places them on his shoulders.
"You ready?"
And then the front door unlocks.