If you wanna hit the floor - are you ready for more? 1/?
Your voice echoes across the large room. My heart starts to speed up and with the acoustics of the room, I’m afraid you’ll hear and know how I feel.
Because whenever I see you I get lost in your beautiful face. I wish I was right next to you, able to drink in your scent.
I realize I’m staring and so do you. It’s not long before we’re the only ones in this vast space. All of a sudden you’re right in front of me, hands gingerly placed on my hips.
“Hey there,” you whisper in my ear.
“Hey,” I breathe back knowing you can hardly hear me. But you still do.
“You wanna tell me why you were staring at me?” You ask. I know you’re being a tease but I don’t care. I can’t speak; you’re too close, but not close enough for comfort. I want you. I’ve wanted you for a while, I’m just shy. I don’t know how to say it. I don’t know if I should say it, but I have to. It’s time.
“I want you.”
Shit. I shouldn’t have said that. You blush, and I pull away.
“Forget it. That was cheesy.”
“No, I won’t forget it,” you say in a sexy voice that practically has me hard. “But it was a little cheesy.” You smile and I can’t resist any more, your lips are mocking me in that cute little smirk.
I lift my hands to cup your face which is slightly higher than mine. It doesn’t matter though. Pulling you to me I press my lips to yours, as gently as I can manage, still holding your face.
You pull away, partially in shock, I think.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I shouldn’t have done that.” Turning around, I start to walk away. When I’ve gotten ten feet away, you stop me. Running up and grabbing my arms to make me face you. But I don’t want to look at you. I’m too embarrassed.
“William, don’t be sorry,” you whisper to my lips. You’re so close now. I can feel your breathing flow into my partially open mouth, becoming a part of me. “I want you, too.”
Your hands start to wander slowly around my body. But not where I want them to. You don’t want to rush things, I can tell.
I do.
I need this rushed. I need you; from the second I first saw you I wanted you, and now it’s too late to turn back. I want you Gabriel Saporta. Here, now.
I want to feel our bodies on the cold linoleum floor. I want to feel your skin against mine.
“What ‘cha thinking about, love?” You interrupt my thoughts and I realize we’ve been standing in silence for at least a minute.
“Oh shut up,” I say, shoving my head into the crook of your neck, kissing and biting it.
You moan. I give up on your neck and start to run my hands slowly up your shirt, loving the feeling of your skin.
“Whoa…” you tell me and it’s almost like a warning. “Not so fast. We don’t want to ruin this, do we?” I groan, but don’t try to hide my disappointment.
“You’re right,” I say bitterly. I know you can tell I’m upset. And I know I’m being immature and irrational, but I don’t really care.
“Bill.” You sound a little hurt. I turn around and ignore you. “Bill…Come on!” I’m still ignoring you.
You sigh and whisper something like “You think I don’t want to rush things? But I care about you. If I didn’t, I’d already be done with you.”
Something like? That’s exactly what you said.
I can’t ignore you anymore. You’re right, again. I turn around.
“But I’ve wanted you for so long! I fell for you the second I saw you! I need you!” I’m quite aware that sounded somewhat desperate.
Desperate is what I’ve become.