The long night didn't extend me sleep, though it wasn't like I wasn't expecting it. The unexpected part was when I'd just thought I would come to terms with all going on something I'd been missing hit me like a ton of bricks. Not just
what
I missed - also the fact I missed it in the first place - left me shell-shocked.
He hadn't lost color.
Lear hadn't lost color even when I'd observed him like I'd been counting the infinite stars shining in the night sky. His silver eyes had never lost brightness. His lips had never stopped being the most juicy and tasty-looking in the world. Not an ounce of beauty had left him.
And when I stilled my steps down the stairs in the sticky hot temperature of morning, I hadn't had a doubt left in me. The subject of interest was dazedly having his morning coffee in the same place he ate the pancakes I made yesterday, and where he surrendered to me for the shortest but most valuable of time. I could tell he had a similar experience in the sleep department but since my standing only let me a vague view of above the shoulders I couldn't be too sure. The moisture slowly blurring my gaze didn't help the assessment.
Fear. Relief. Attraction. Disbelief. Everything came at once, overwhelming me to the point I had to grip the railing over where my hip touched. I didn't cry but I suspected it was because the outer man was as lost as the inside.
I hung there dealing with all the rumpus in me. Although, it didn't last long. Simply because the culprit of everything going on rised from where he'd been sitting.
He was fucking naked.
Okay, not exactly since he had an underwear down.
Just like that, every single emotion I'd been dealing with got pushed away - by none other than sexual appetite.
"M-mine." I let out stupidly, pointing his way from where I'd climbed down in the bottom of stairs.
He quickly hid his nipples with both hands and turned away from me slightly, faking shyness with an unhidden- yet scarce- smirk. "You let me stay at your house for a day and already declaring ownership?"
"Not that." My freaking brain wasn't sharp enough to comprehend his joke at the time causing me to say, "The trunk. I was sure I had two more. You had them on you all this time?"
I stole a glance and was shocked how it even stayed affixed to his waist when my size was obviously too big for him. The picture had me wondering if
it
would be too big for him.
"So when are we doing it?" Lear asked and it occurred to me I'd not been listening to him.
"What?" I asked, awestricken.
"I need it." Lear said suggestively, torturing my virgin ass. Either he had enough fun or the silence was too long, he gave up and said, "Breakfast. I'm starving, aren't you?"
"U-uhm yeah." I managed a clumsy response. "I keep a couple of bagels in freezer. I'll just reheat them."
I didn't hear what was his response or if there was even one in the first place as I bolted across the opposite side of where Lear stood and yanked open the freezer, sticking my head in and go through the frozen food in hopes Lear would just go put on something so I could finally take a breath and calm the arousal down. Or at least try a bit.
THANKFULLY he did put on something and had been laying down on the couch after what should be around ten minutes but felt like a decade.
Are you sure you're thankful?
I shushed the voice inside my head and my arousal almost-almost- went down when I nearly had a burn on my index and thumb handling the slice toaster roughlier than I probably should've. God knows how I managed that. God knows how I managed to keep causing comic mishaps after that.
"You okay there?" Lear asked nonchalantly because his mouthwatering physical wasn't the very cause of my sloppiness. Because the thought of tasting his tantalizing skin, biting his jocularly hidden nipples, testing the sturdiness of the kitchen table with his body after stuffing his mouth for so long it would be too numb to articulate a protest wasn't driving me insane.
"Yeah. Totally. Never been better." I chirped, trying hard not to burn myself pouring the boiled water over two earl grey tea bags in my cup. While I was steeping the tea for around three minutes, I'd asked Lear his preference in a morning drink and his answer was predictably-he'd literally had a cup like an half hour ago- coffee. Thus he was consuming the food eagerly while I was sipping tea and taking a nibble of bagel from time to time.
"You gonna stop faking sophistication anytime soon?" Lear asked, nearly disgusted by the way the erect pinky was directed his way.
"What faking are you talking about?" I dramatically put on a facade of being offended. "I'm always like this-sophisticated and elegant to the core."
"No, you're not. You always end up choking on the mouthfuls you forget to chew. All because you fill your mouth until you look like a monkey stuffed its face with cymbal." I saw color draining from his face after his own words, but for the first time I was certain it wasn't caused by the usual phenomenon.
"How do you know that?" I said, raising an eyebrow. I sure as hell hadn't done anything close to that since he'd started staying here, including the two days I was unaware of it.
"I-" He began but didn't form an actual sentence until he straightened his spine and cleared his throat first. "I don't know. I just felt like you would do that. It's written in your face."
"Huh?" I grimaced at the foolish reasoning but it didn't last long because Lear cupped my face in his hand gently and I just let him, be the reason shock or comfort. Or both. It took everything in me to not rub onto his hand and forget why I should be questioning him, not enjoying the softness of his touch. The things he did to me with such ease were frightening. How out of control I felt.
Our eyes met at last and the frozen time flowed again. He went brushing a finger over my lips, his gaze trailing his motions subtly. I noticed a hoarse inarticulate sound leaving his mouth but it wasn't blatant.
It wasn't until he broke the silence and pulled his hand I was able to stop the needy tremble of my lips.
"It's written there." He smiled smugly.
You could hear a pin drop after that. He played me and was going to, most likely, pull off the feat again. It annoyed the crap out of me, so I was going to gladly go along with it.
God. You're too gone.
