The Will To Leave [slash] 19 [boyxboy]

Allan and Penny barely acknowledged our existence when we walked back into the game room, but Diamond woofed softly.

Loki sat on the sofa, his eyes shifting to the video game. I sat in Loki’s lap, resting my head on his shoulder. He leaned back, resting his arms around my waist.

“I’m hungry.” Penny chirped eventually, tossing her controller to Loki. I caught it instead and tried the game for a couple minutes. I didn’t get the hang of it so I passed it off to Loki. He was really good at it.

While they played, my mind wandered to thoughts of my mother. I wondered what she was doing right now. Did she miss me? Because I know sure as hell that I miss her. Is she happy now? I’m curious about what her relationship with my now step-father is like. Is he nice? Is he mean? They’re obviously rich if they’re going to a Gucci Fashion Show.

And the biggest question of all is…does she even want me back?

“What’s on your mind?” Loki asked softly, tracing my thigh with his fingertips.

“I was just thinking about my mom.” I mumbled toying with my hair. It was getting really long and it has split ends.

Loki didn’t answer but his eyebrows creased together.

“I should go take a shower and get ready for the banquet tonight.” He finally uttered after a while. Then he slid me off his lap onto the couch, standing and making his way out the door.

Allan shut off the gaming console, set the controller on the coffee table and turned slightly to face me.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, my body is sore, that’s all. And to be honest, I miss my mother. But she has a new husband and they’re filthy rich.” I ran my bare feet through the tan shag carpet of the game room, wriggling my toes.

Allan slid his hand along my jaw and then pulled it away. I grabbed his hand in mine, bringing it back to my face. He cupped my face, closing the distance between our lips. My fingers rose, twining in his hair like ivy.

His hair was smooth under my fingers as he guided me backwards on the couch.

“Wait…I don’t…This…I mean…” I stammered feeling suddenly panicked. Why was I letting him kiss me?! I’m not gay!

“Two steps forward, one step back,” Allan murmured against my lips. “You don’t want me to touch you.” He smiled a bit, sitting back up.

“No…” He looked down at me gently. “I don’t want you to stop.” I whispered eventually.

He grabbed my wrists, holding them on either side of my head. Then he pressed his lips to mine, moving them quickly, nipping at my bottom lip. I let him in, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

His hands ran slowly down my sides, feeling each gentle slope of my chest, sides, and stomach, down to my hips. Fingers fumbled with the button of my jeans and I groaned in anticipation.

“Allan…”

Allan’s head snapped up and I jumped.

“What is it Penny?”

“Can Kelly come over?”

My face turned beet red. She couldn’t have been more than eight and she saw what Allan and I were doing. I covered my face with my arms, biting the inside of my wrist lightly.

“Sure…but next time Penny, please knock.”

“Ok.” She chirped shutting the door before skipping off down the hallway.

I gasped for breath, grasping at Allan’s cold hands, holding them to my heated face. He kissed my forehead with a soft chuckle.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He whispered kissing my lips gently.

Eventually my face cooled and I released Allan’s hands. They went back to the button of my jeans, succeeding in getting the unbuttoned, unzipped, and down around my ankles. I kicked the off, surprised with myself.

It wasn’t too long ago that I would have been struggling to get away.

Maybe I was right, I am a whore.

I’m not gay though.

Not at all…

“Ahhh…” I groaned as Allan grabbed me. I tilted my head back, allowing him to bite roughly at my exposed neck.

His hands tightened around me, causing me to groan louder. I bit my lower lip, trying to keep my voice down because it had echoed around the room.

Allan licked my bottom lip, unearthing my teeth from the reddened skin.

“Allan…”

“It’s ok, go ahead.” He whispered as I came into his hand, moaning into his mouth.

He licked his hand clean.

“EW… Allan, don’t do that. It’s gross!” I squealed throwing my hands over my face.

Allan laughed biting my neck firmly for a brief moment.

“Here, get dressed.” Allan handed me my jeans that had fell off the couch.

“Before Loki sees…?” I mumbled.

“It’s a little too late for that.”