Don’t Close Your Eyes

Marco and I left the party and made our way to his apartment. Once we got in, the dread I had pushed out of my mind began to surface.

“Marco.”

“Yes?”

“I’m afraid,” I admitted.

“What? Why?” he asked, looking concerned. He reached for my hand to provide some comfort.

“We’re leaving tomorrow night. I don’t want to go, but our flights have been booked.” My fingers tightened around his.

I didn’t want to spend the evening stressed and yapping, but if I didn’t, it would ruin the last few hours I had with him. I didn’t want to be apart, but more than anything, it was my yearning for his touch and the fear of not being able to feel it. Being so far apart.

He pulled me closer.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out.”

“Marco, I’ve loved you. I have loved you all this time. The last seven years have been hell. Being so far apart. I don’t want to ever experience that again.”

“Then don’t go anywhere. At least for the night, stay with me.”

I leaned into him, hugging him tightly back. He placed his hand gently on my head, providing comfort. Finally, I had calmed down enough to remember that we had the entire night together.

“So what did you want to do?” I asked, looking up at him.

“I had something in mind.” He replied, a slightly mischievous look flashed across his face.

“Do you want to write another song together again?”

“I had something else in mind.” As Marco said this, he pushed me against the wall.

I had nowhere to go while he forced kiss upon kiss upon me. His tongue slid down my throat, stealing what little air I had. I felt powerless against him, yet I desired him more and more.

“Do you see what I want to do now?” He asked.

Although my heart desired more, my brain couldn’t compute what just happened. All I could muster was a nod.

“Do you want me to continue?” he asked.

Despite his domineering assertions of love, he made sure to check in that I was still consenting. This only made me want him more. But I couldn’t say anything. I was way too embarrassed.

He sighed.

“Alright, I’ll stop.”

He looked disappointed as he turned to go, but I grabbed onto his shirt, preventing him.

“I want more,” I begged. I gazed into his deep brown eyes, hoping that my longing was evident in my look.

Clearly, it must have been as the mischief returned to his eyes.

“Well, in that case,” he put his hand on my behind and hoisted me up.

He carried me to the bed and plotted me down on it.

He then hopped on as well and pinned me below him.

“Still want to continue.”

My face was burning, my thoughts jumbled, but I managed to nod like a madman.

“Alright.”

He gently kissed my neck as he reached behind my back and pulled at my shirt. He brought his hands to the front of me and began to unbutton my shirt one at a time. Exposing my chest.

I was self-conscious of how scrawny I was, but Marco looked lovingly at my body. He leaned down and kissed just above my navel.

I let out a squeal.

This made Marco do it again, only much more. I squirmed slightly as his tongue caressed my body.

He leaned in close. I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Lift up your arms,” he whispered.

I slowly raised them, and he pulled at the shirt that was under me up to my arms.

Rather than removing it completely, he tangled it together and pinned it above my head.

He leaned in while my hands were still pinned above my head and kissed my armpits.

I let out more noises.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m just a little ticklish,” I replied.

I couldn’t look directly at him, though it was hard. It was like being teased with a forbidden fruit—one that I just wanted to munch on. Marco’s sweetness was what I wanted to consume.

“Alright, I’ll be a little more careful,” he added as he sat up, gently tracing his finger down my chest.

He reached around the bottom of his shirt and lifted it above his own head. He then flung it off, chucking it against a wall. His bare chest was shown off in all its glory.

He lowered his body, and our bare chests were almost touching. I slid my hands across his body, feeling each and every part of him—the feeling of perfection. Slowly, I made my way towards his pants. I wanted him, more than anything else.

“Marco?”

“Yes?”

“What if someone hears us?”

“You’ll just have to keep quiet,” he teased back.

I didn’t think that was possible. The walls were useless at blocking out sound.

“How can I?” I asked.

“Well, I will punish you if you make a noise,” he teased as he closed his lips against mine.

He forced his tongue down my throat. The action prevented me from making any noise. I could barely breathe. After a few moments, he pulled back. Sweeping his hair out of his face, a pose that I would burn into my memories and retinas forever.

“I’ll do something like that if you make a noise,” he teased.

I was panting. I had to catch my breath. I felt so weak against him, yet I wanted more. I needed more.

“Gosh, you are just so cute,” he added.

He gently bit my ear as his hand slid down my pants.

I let out some more noises.

Although we had some intimate moments, this was the first time I could truly feel the warmth of his body, to feel his love.

We held each other, the moment becoming a memory that we would never forget. If this was going to be our last night together, we would make the most of it.

That night, we truly became one.

─── ༻ ☼ ༺ ───

End of Chapter 47