the key
i wrote something... i actually wrote something... okay so it's complete fluff it's completed
dedicated to mattlrpa and tonylrpa
Do you know what it is like to want something so bad it almost becomes an obsession, but you are so convinced that you can never have it that you don’t even try for it? To see that same thing or actually that person nearly everyday of your life for something like ten years knowing that there is no way they think the same way you do.
Then on one of those rare days, you think you are not going to see this person, but a simple chat, a simple comment about the buddy icon you created from a drawing this person did, brings them to your door. From there, it is a simple touch, a touch that leads to a kiss, a kiss that leads to them begging you to fuck them, which of course you do. The next day it is you at their door, and now you are the one being fucked, and don’t get me wrong, you are loving every single moment of it. On the third day, you give this person a key, yeah on the surface, it is just the key to your front door, but it really is the key to your heart.
Your heart that he has honestly held the key to for as long as you can remember, sure there have been others. Boyfriends and girlfriends and yeah you loved them but they were never him, in the back of your mind it was him, it was always him. And now he is in your house and he is in your bed with you and you know that in the morning, you are going to wake up and he will be gone. It will have all been a dream, a beautiful, amazing, luscious, wet dream, but the thing is when you do wake up he is still there. His tattooed arm draped across your stomach, his breath on your neck, and his legs tangled in yours. And now you are both awake in your bed and without thinking about it, in one hurried breath you ask him to move in. Just as hurriedly, he responds yes and you swear your heart as leapt out of your chest and into his hands.
That night however you are not with him but his cousin. His cousin who you want, not the same way you have always wanted him but still. His cousin who is sex on legs, his cousin who is the whole reason he came over to your house that first day. His cousin who is kissing you like he kisses you, touching you like he touches you. Before you can find the words to protest his cousin is in your lap, his cousin has you out of your pants, his cousin has you deep inside him, his cousin has you cumming. The pleasure over, and all you feel is guilt, all you can think is, your beautiful dream has quickly become a nightmare.
You have two choices live with the lie or be honest with your obsession, your love. You opt for honesty knowing you have probably lost your love and your best friend in one night. All because of one moment of pleasure, one moment you would have happily spent your life never having had, but you cannot undo. So now you break down telling your love of you and his cousin, and instead of screaming and yelling at you he confesses. He admits that he too has tasted the fruits of his cousin, he too has felt his cousin’s touch, and he too cheated on you with his cousin. Though he did not have sex, he did cheat and therefore at least in his eyes you two are even. From that day forward you vow that he is the only guy for you and he vows you are the only guy for him. And for once in your life, everything is happiness, everything is good, everything is love, for you are in love with someone who loves you in return. He holds the key to your heart, just as you hold the key to his.
i am sorry if it sucks but at least i wrote something.
and before you ask... yes this is all fiction... and no i will not tell you anything about it you just have to read it to find out.
dedicated to mattlrpa and tonylrpa
Do you know what it is like to want something so bad it almost becomes an obsession, but you are so convinced that you can never have it that you don’t even try for it? To see that same thing or actually that person nearly everyday of your life for something like ten years knowing that there is no way they think the same way you do.
Then on one of those rare days, you think you are not going to see this person, but a simple chat, a simple comment about the buddy icon you created from a drawing this person did, brings them to your door. From there, it is a simple touch, a touch that leads to a kiss, a kiss that leads to them begging you to fuck them, which of course you do. The next day it is you at their door, and now you are the one being fucked, and don’t get me wrong, you are loving every single moment of it. On the third day, you give this person a key, yeah on the surface, it is just the key to your front door, but it really is the key to your heart.
Your heart that he has honestly held the key to for as long as you can remember, sure there have been others. Boyfriends and girlfriends and yeah you loved them but they were never him, in the back of your mind it was him, it was always him. And now he is in your house and he is in your bed with you and you know that in the morning, you are going to wake up and he will be gone. It will have all been a dream, a beautiful, amazing, luscious, wet dream, but the thing is when you do wake up he is still there. His tattooed arm draped across your stomach, his breath on your neck, and his legs tangled in yours. And now you are both awake in your bed and without thinking about it, in one hurried breath you ask him to move in. Just as hurriedly, he responds yes and you swear your heart as leapt out of your chest and into his hands.
That night however you are not with him but his cousin. His cousin who you want, not the same way you have always wanted him but still. His cousin who is sex on legs, his cousin who is the whole reason he came over to your house that first day. His cousin who is kissing you like he kisses you, touching you like he touches you. Before you can find the words to protest his cousin is in your lap, his cousin has you out of your pants, his cousin has you deep inside him, his cousin has you cumming. The pleasure over, and all you feel is guilt, all you can think is, your beautiful dream has quickly become a nightmare.
You have two choices live with the lie or be honest with your obsession, your love. You opt for honesty knowing you have probably lost your love and your best friend in one night. All because of one moment of pleasure, one moment you would have happily spent your life never having had, but you cannot undo. So now you break down telling your love of you and his cousin, and instead of screaming and yelling at you he confesses. He admits that he too has tasted the fruits of his cousin, he too has felt his cousin’s touch, and he too cheated on you with his cousin. Though he did not have sex, he did cheat and therefore at least in his eyes you two are even. From that day forward you vow that he is the only guy for you and he vows you are the only guy for him. And for once in your life, everything is happiness, everything is good, everything is love, for you are in love with someone who loves you in return. He holds the key to your heart, just as you hold the key to his.
i am sorry if it sucks but at least i wrote something.
and before you ask... yes this is all fiction... and no i will not tell you anything about it you just have to read it to find out.