[Original One Shot].::The Crow::.[Original One Shot]

I look down at Quinn as he sleeps, a smile on his face. I wonder briefly what he's dreaming about, but I hope it's me.
I shift my body closer to him as my arms venture around his shoulders, moving slowly and carefully as to not wake him up.
He doesn't stir from his blissful dream. I kiss his lips softly, savoring the time I get to spend with him.
Sadness washes over me as I look at the phone, willing it to stop ringing.
I get up and pick it up quickly, so the shrill roar will not wake up my sleeping Quinn.
"Hello?" I ask in a rush, dreading the voice on the other end.
"Quinn needs to come home Ian, we haven't seen him for days," his mother's New York accent drawls on the other line.
I wince, looking down at the sleeping boy in my bed.
"Okay, he'll be home today. Can I come with him?" I ask tentatively, hoping to receive the desired answer.
She sighs, a sure sign of her annoyance. "Must you be around that boy 24/7? I want to see him Ian, and I can't do that if he's always with you."
I nod, crestfallen, but understand.
"Okay," I squeak, looking over the form of my sleeping boyfriend.
She sighs, her voice softening.
"I know you're his boyfriend, and you take care of him and all..but he needs to see his family too, okay?"
I nod, then voice my answer out loud.
"He'll be home around dinner time," I say slowly, as if asking permission.
"Dinner time," she confirms, and hangs up.
I put the phone back on the stand and look down at Quinn, who hasn't stirred during my whole correspondence with his mother.
I kiss his temple, looking at the clock. Nine forty five..
He stirs lightly, opening an eye and looking at me.
I smile, pulling him closer to my chest.
"Good morning baby," I whisper, kissing his lips softly.
He smiles, stretching lightly.
"Morning," he yawns.
I grin, kissing his open mouth. He shoves his tongue down my throat as he puts his hands behind my head, pulling me closer to him.
I moan, instantly reacting to the aggressive touch. As I move my hips closer, he removes his lips from my mouth and looks at me, his mouth open.
"I had a really good dream last night," he breathes, ghosting his hand over my exposed hip.
I breathe in sharply, my eyes boring into his. He cracks a crooked smile, letting his eyes wander down to my stomach.
I freeze, unable to move as his hands find their way to my thighs, rubbing and kneading harshly. I moan quietly, still watching him.
"I was on top of you," he whispers, bending to kiss my collarbone.
I swallow hard, feeling the blood rush from my face to my abdomen.
"You look so good under me," he continues in a whisper, his hands moving over me.
"I-I do?" I choke, the blood swelling in my cock. I bite my lip, trying to keep the spots from taking over my view of his face.
He nods, kissing my chest.
"You look so good, moaning my name, begging for more," he moans in my ear before biting it harshly.
I moan out, my hands flying to his hair.
He moves closer to me, a seductive smile playing on his lips. I watch him, fascinated, as he crawls over my body, straddling me.
He takes my hand and spits on it, bringing my wet appendage to my cock, coaxing me to stroke myself.
I rub myself briefly, enough to coat myself in his spit. He then pushes my hand aside and thrusts down on my cock.
I moan, my hips arching to his involuntarily. He bounces quickly, urging me to move my hips against him.
He screams loudly, his hands fisting locks of my hair, pulling harshly. I moan out, bucking my hips against him, bouncing him quickly on my cock.
He moans loudly when I thrust into his prostate. In the next instant, my hand wraps around his cock, pumping in time with my thrusts.
We both scream as orgasms grip us, pushing us over the edge as our climaxes explode from our bodies. I come hard inside of him, still moving him as my orgasm slows. He comes violently over my chest, his breath hitching as he collapses on my chest.
Sweat drips down my face to my neck, I wipe it away with the back of my hand. My chest rises and falls rapidly, my breathing still harsh from the activities.
I moan softly, pulling out of Quinn as he sighs softly onto my sweat-slick body.
I wrap my arms around him, the after-sex high clouding my mind, branding a love-struck smile to my face.
Whispers shoot back and forth. Sweet nothings, praising words, soft touches.
We playfully argue about who loves who more, and the minutes somehow stretch into hours.
I glance at the clock and groan. Only four hours left. How did the hours go by so quickly?
Quinn sits up and I follow. He wraps his legs around my waist and pulls himself closer, returning himself over my cock.
I gasp, not expecting him to do that.
He wraps his arms around my neck and plants his lips on mine, moving himself on me slowly.
I savor the touch and the kiss. My hands travel to his hips, guiding him over me as we set a slow, steady rhythm.
We gasp as the ecstasy takes a hold of us, soft moans emanate throughout the room.
I kiss Quinn's neck, he moans in response.
I move him slowly, gripping his ass lightly as he moves over me.
His eyes close halfway, staring at me with a smile on his face as he moans every few seconds.
I kiss him softly, feeling him tighten around me for a second.
I stroke him slowly, running my fingers over him, teasing him. He moans into my ear loudly as he comes, sending me into blank bliss shortly after as he tightens around me.
He gets up slowly, walking to the dresser to pull on clothes. I follow him, grabbing a towel to wipe the come off of my chest.
He smiles, touching my shoulder lightly.
"Am I going to die now that I've seen the black crow?"
I laugh quietly, shaking my head. I kiss his temple, drawing him closer to me.
"I would never kill you Quinn, because I'm your guardian angel."
He rolls his eyes, looking up at me. Then, he looks outside and sighs.
"It's fucking raining."
I kiss his lips softly, wrapping my arms around him.
"It's okay baby."
It can't rain all the time.
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