Sorry for not doing any writing. I have four test this week. Actually, four test tomorrow and Friday so that means a lot of homework to turn in and a lot of studying. So please accept my apologies! Read, review, and enjoy! Oh, wish me luck on my tests please! If I get A's, I will update like nobody's business!
Riiiiing. Riiiiing. Riiiing. Riiiing~ Then my phone stops as the call is sent to voicemail. Usually, I pick up my cell immediately, but my hands are preoccupied. They are currently trying to pry off this large ape-of-a-man's arms that are trapping me against him and my couch. How he does not wake up from my loud phone ringing, I don't know. How he does not feel me struggle in his grip, I don't know that either, but being this close to him his making me sweat. It's partly because the position we are in makes it so that he is breathing down my neck. The other part is that our body heat mixed with the leather fabric from my couch creates a furnace of some sort.
I don't remember how we ended up like this. Maybe it was the sugar-high the ice cream gave us that knocked us out. Maybe it was the Bourbon I had poured for us. Whatever it was that made me fall asleep in his embrace must have been strong as hell because I would never have been this close to him if I was in my right mind. Not that it was necessarily a bad place to be because if I was honest with myself, which I usually am, it felt nice. To know that he is right next to me. That he hasn't completely disappeared like he did those years ago. So yes, waking up with him wasn't the most horrible experience; however, the experience that we were going to have would be hell. Absolute hell. And the longer we stayed like this, the greater the wrath we were going to face in the next hour.
With that thought in mind, I start screaming at him, disregarding the fact that he was still sleeping. No matter how long or how loud I yelled at him to get off of me or to wake up, he remained blissfully dead to the world. My shaking him with the one free arm that I had mobility of was clearly not effective in waking him. But I couldn't stop trying because both our asses were on the line. Asses...And then a memory formed, reminding me of a way he used to wake me up. Normally, I wouldn't even consider it, but desperate times call for weird and inappropriate measures.
"Hey! If you don't get up in the next three seconds, I'm going to do it!" I try to give him a last chance to respond in case he was just messing with me by feigning sleep."Three." I wait. "Two." I pause with my hand hovered above his butt. "One." And after a brief moment of hesitation, I lift and then slam my palm down. The sound of skin colliding, though his bottom is well covered by his dress pants, resounds in my quiet condo. But that is not the noise that makes me smile and cackle like the evil person I know I can be at times; it is the piercing girly scream that escapes Seabstain's mouth as he jostles from his deep sleep.
He does not say anything as he jumps straight up. He just looks wildly around the room, as if he does not know what is happening. Once his eyes settles on me, he visibly sighs. And though I don't know what his sigh was for, my heart skips a beat.
Sebastian POV
I am a bad person. I truly am because I took advantage of him last night. Not in a perverted way, for I could never live with myself if I did something so despicable to him. All I did was exploit his weak state. I knew his defenses were down the second I saw the frozen treat, so I sneaked in more touches than usual. A hand to his knee when I had to catch my breath from all of our laughing. My thigh pressed against his as we sat and ridiculed the idiotic TV show that he turned on. Even though I couldn't hear what they were saying, all I had to do was look at the unrepressed joy in his expression and the laugh lines on his face to follow his lead in being happy. I used a fake yawn to put my arm around his shoulder, which went unnoticed by him because he was busy pointing at the television screen, cracking up. And all those moves I made were before he opened the alcohol.
I do not drink. I can't because if I were, my vision would start to become blurry. I needed my sight, and just the thought of it being impaired even for a second left my heart racing. So no, I didn't dare touch the poison Ciel handed to me. I merely told Ciel that I couldn't handle my liquor that well. After I declined, I watched Ciel throw back glass after glass. I advised him to slow down, but he called me a pansy and drank another cup.
Now, I am gentleman. I have always been instructed to respect other people, but he made it quite difficult for me to keep my hands to myself. It's not like I didn't try to make an effort, but when the person you love slides their hand across your chest or start to nibble on your ear, 'morals' is just another word in the dictionary. However, I managed to restrain myself to the best of my abilities. I only allowed myself ten caresses. Only ten because though Ciel was initiating contact with me, he was drunk, and I had heard rumors that he was just naturally touchy when he wasn't sober. I let myself hold the hand that was trying to unbutton my shirt. Next, I bumped our foreheads together gently, effectively pushing him back from sucking on my ear. It was pleasurable, but I would be in a big dilemma if he continued. The third thing I did was brush back his fringe that had gotten messy. He smiled cheekily at me, and I used my fourth touch to peck his temple. He did not ask me to explain my sudden actions. All he did was lean towards me, looking for a kiss. Now this is why I called myself a bad person. Because I did not try to stop him. No, I gave him what he wanted. It was quick, but it still made my cheeks burn. I would love to think that the blush on Ciel's face was from our kiss, but it was probably from the drinks he had earlier.
We separated after that. Well, it was more of me scooting slightly away from him because of guilt. Though I said ten, I decided I should not push my luck, and I should not push Ciel into doing anything he would later regret. He seemed like he did not like the distance I had made between us, and he said something to me, but due to him being inebriated, he slurred his words, and the meaning was lost to me as I tried to read his fumbling lips. I wanted him to slowly repeat himself, but his eyes were starting to droop. In a few minutes, he was out.
I could have used this as a chance to leave his place. I should have left because waking up was as horrifying as falling asleep at times. It was more than just disorienting when resting. It was terrifying. So much so that I had to use sleeping pills every night. The difficult part that no medication could help me with is the instant I open my eyes. Sleeping is like drowning. Ears are filled with water, making them useless. Eyes closed to block out the water from entering. Waking up was like emerging from the water. My lungs burn as I gasp. I am frightened. I blink furiously, trying to clear my vision. I am scared. My body shakes. My world stops. Even if I am in my bed, at home, I am unable to grasp my location until I gather my bearings, which could take five to fifteen minutes. I am like a newborn baby. However, I stay with him. I stay though I know I might expose myself to Ciel. I stay because he shifts his head onto my chest.
It is a sharp pain to my butt that wakes me. Just like I predicted, I start to panic, but once I see Ciel, my tense muscles relax, my heart slows down, and my mind empties. I am calm. I am relieved. And for the first time since my accident, I don't need to take my anti-anxiety pills. As I watch Ciel clutch his stomach from laughing and tears running down his eyes, I think that maybe I found the permanent solution for my problems: him.