What Do I Do?

What Do I Do?

His skin was so hot as I touched my lips to it, but it was so sweet. I love the taste of him even when that taste is sweat. As I move down his torso, tongue and lips brushing across every inch of his flesh I could hear him moan and pant, it just urged me on. I don't get why I feel this way, feel like I have to have all of him or die, it's like air…I can not live without Cyric. I dipped my tongue into his navel and feel his whole body shiver below me, even in the heat.

"It's to hot," he whispered and I grumbled a little but reached up and kissed his lips.

"Fine," that was all my reply; I would have to just take care of myself later.

"We can go to the washroom," he pushed himself up into a sitting position and reached over touching my clothed chest, those fingers…damn those fingers. So strong and graceful, I started panting a little heaver, having trouble not grabbing it and sucking on them.

"Huh?" It was all I could muster as I slipped my glasses back on my face; I wanted to see all of him, his chest gleaming with sweat, jeans undone. He looked fantastic; all I wanted was him, every part of the perfect boy spread out beside me on my bed.

"A bath you ass I meant a bath," he leaned in and I was captured, like I had been many times before, in his golden eyes. "I have yet to see you naked, it's hot so we can go have a cold bath, and there we will be able to have sex."

My heart just dropped, damn a bath, it terrified me and I could tell that Cyric saw it when he leaned back. "No its fine," I got off the bed and tied my hair up. "Go take one I can deal with myself in here." I didn't look at him, I couldn't he would either yell or pout, both I couldn't deal with. But what I had expected didn't happen; he remained silent...well until he grabbed me. Stronger arms then you would guess, they wrapped around my waist, and his face pushed back into the small of my back. Damn was it possible to get even harder?

"Why?" His voice was low and I could hardly hear him, "why can you see me naked…but I can never see you?!" He was getting agitated know, I could feel one of his hands lowering to my bulge. Groaning deep in my throat and tilting my head back, I couldn't cave in, already he meant too much and if he saw it would be over.

"Don't Cyric," I could feel him undoing my belt then pants; I had to get away, FAST! Pulling from his arms and turning to face him I snapped out, I panicked. "DON'T" I knew I had shocked him and I regretted it immediately, "you can't see me naked."

I felt my heart sink even farther when his shocked face turned to anger, "fine," he snarled, "then I will be going if we aren't going to have sex!" He grabbed his shirt and jumped off the other side of the bed, I wanted to just grab him and pull him into a hug but…I could only watch as he walked out, slamming the door as he left.

Sighing I ran a hand through my hair, I had blown it, I could still feel his taste in my mouth and my fingers still tingled from the heat he had left…damn! Throwing off my jacket I fell on the bed, damnit…Cyric was pissed, how long would it be till I tasted him again, till I could kiss or even touch him again? Either way I knew I was already loosing him. I rubbed my eyes, having tossed my glasses aside. Freezing I raised them and squinted staring at my hands, they were wet…I touched my cheeks softly; wet…they were also wet. I was crying…I was crying! It hurt so much and I didn't have a clue what to do. I couldn't show him my body or I would lose him and I could not show him because I would lose him. "What do I do…to keep the man I love…"