Feels Like Forever
Chapter 16
Austin's POV
Alan throws his bag onto the floor and kicks the front door shut with his foot, never once moving his lips away from mine. He puts his arms around my neck and pulls himself up further onto his tip-toes. I smile against his mouth at how cute it is that he's so small.
Wanting the very little space between us to be closed, and wanting to help Alan reach me without having to strain on his toes the entire time, I pick him up and he immediately wraps his legs around my waist. He gasps slightly at the contact and I shiver as his cool breath runs across my bottom lip. I could already feel myself getting hard so I carried him into my bedroom and towards the bed. Before we reached it, he jumps down and looks up at me, his usual bright eyes were now dark and he locked his bottom lip between his teeth. Alan looked unbelievably sexy and I was struggling to keep my hands from removing all of his clothes right there.
Alan placed his palms on my chest and slowly pushed me down onto my bed. I rested against the mattress on my elbows and watched as Alan climbed over me, placing each of his knees against my thighs. He pulled at the bottom of my shirt and I sat up so he could pull it over my head. He did this slowly and as soon as my shirt was on the floor, he began grinding against me, rolling his hips every so often. I groaned and moved my hands up Alan's shirt, feeling his smooth skin.
He quickly grabbed a hold of my hands and pulled them away from him. I looked up at him, confused and he shook his head slightly, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"I said I'd make it up to you, remember?" He whispers as he begins to kiss my chest, letting go of my hands.
I let out a loud moan as Alan rolls his hips over mine again and I feel him smile against my chest, obviously pleased with my response. He pops open the button of my jeans and pulls down the zip. I immediately buck up my hips and he quickly pulls down my jeans and boxers, discarding them on the floor with my shirt. His lips were gone from my stomach and the room was silent. I opened my eyes to find Alan staring up at me, his mouth open slightly. He looked shocked.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"N-nothing." Alan replied, his cheeks turning pink.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to Alan." I say, sitting up slightly.
"No, I want to." Alan pushes me back so I'm lying down again. "I was just a little shocked with how... big you are." He turns away, looking embarrassed.
I chuckled before putting both of my hands on either side of his face and bringing his lips down onto mine. He hummed as my tongue grazed along his bottom lip. We continued to make out for a couple of minutes before Alan pushed me away.
"God dammit Austin. I told you, this is about me doing something for you." He sighed, sounding slightly sarcastic.
I rolled my eyes as he grabs a hold of my hands and places them either side of me.
"Keep your hands to yourself." He whispers.
He begins to kiss back down my chest and stomach again, this time nibbling and sucking slightly on the places where he could feel a bone. I grabbed his hips and dug my fingernails into the fabric of his shirt. He laughed quietly and I could tell it was because he knew I couldn't keep my hands to myself.
He wrapped his hand around my dick and slowly started to move up and down. I tilted my head back and let out a quiet moan. Alan quickened his pace and let his thumb continuously slide over the tip, sending me crazy.
"A-Alan." I moan. "I'm-"
"Oh no you're not." He replies, his voice sounding deeper than I've ever heard it before.
He removed his hand before leaning over and kissing me on the lips. I had to pull away quickly since I was already out of breath.
"Alan, please." I begged as the familiar knotting sensation began to form inside my stomach.
"I wasn't finished with you yet." He replied before sliding his tongue over the tip.
I let my hands roam up his back, ignoring the fact that Alan wanted me to keep my hands out from under his t-shirt. I felt his mouth wrap around my erection and I gasped, digging my fingernails into his back, leaving scratch marks on his skin. I looked down at him and watched as his head bobbed up and down. I noticed a couple of purple and red bruises scattered on his neck and around the hem of his shirt. I smiled as I realized that I was the one who put them there. Alan looked up at me, his deep, chestnut eyes meeting mine. If it wasn't for what he was doing with his mouth right now, he would have looked so innocent.
"I'm g-gonna-"
Alan moved faster than I thought was humanly possible and I soon came into his mouth. As I recovered my breathing and moved my fringe out of my eyes, I looked over just in time to watch Alan swallow. He noticed me staring and smiled before crawling over and lying next to me, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck. I felt happy and contempt lying there with Alan. I had never felt that in a relationship before. But then again, I had never been in a relationship in which my partner wanted to cuddle. It was always just about sex with them. I had had a lot of girlfriends since I started high school. Some, admittedly, I can't even remember the names of but there were never any feelings involved anyway. I was always used to make them look good and the relationship would, on average, last anywhere between three hours to a month. It never exceeded that. So the fact that me and Alan were nearing our three month anniversary was exciting for me.
"What are you thinking about?" Alan whispers.
"You." I whisper back.
He moves his head so that his chin is resting on my chest and he is looking up at me. We stare at each other for a while before I move forwards and place a kiss on his forehead. He reaches up and moves my hair from out of my eyes and smiles.
"Your hair is getting long." He states.
"So is yours." I tease, running my hand through his hair.
He laughs and goes back to cuddling into my side. That was always my favourite sound, even as kids, hearing Alan laugh always made me smile.
I wrapped my arms around his tiny frame and let out a sigh of contempt. I swear, in that moment, everything was perfect.
* * *
The double doors swung open and three doctors came running out to take the unconscious body out of my dads arms. They placed it gently onto a bed, which they then began to wheel down the corridor. I ran after them, sliding my hand into the cold, pale hand of the body as they continued to take it through the hospital.
"Son, we're going to need you to stay here." One of the doctors tells me as they roll the bed into a room.
"No, please, I have to make sure-"
"You have to stay here." The doctor repeats in a stern tone before following the other doctors and the body into the room.
I sink to the floor, my black converse squeaking against the floor and I rest my head against the hard, white wall. My dad sits beside me, his arms around me, rocking us slowly back and forth. I let the tears that had been threatening to escape my eyes ever since I found my mum on the kitchen floor roll down my cheeks and spill onto my dads shirt.
Alan throws his bag onto the floor and kicks the front door shut with his foot, never once moving his lips away from mine. He puts his arms around my neck and pulls himself up further onto his tip-toes. I smile against his mouth at how cute it is that he's so small.
Wanting the very little space between us to be closed, and wanting to help Alan reach me without having to strain on his toes the entire time, I pick him up and he immediately wraps his legs around my waist. He gasps slightly at the contact and I shiver as his cool breath runs across my bottom lip. I could already feel myself getting hard so I carried him into my bedroom and towards the bed. Before we reached it, he jumps down and looks up at me, his usual bright eyes were now dark and he locked his bottom lip between his teeth. Alan looked unbelievably sexy and I was struggling to keep my hands from removing all of his clothes right there.
Alan placed his palms on my chest and slowly pushed me down onto my bed. I rested against the mattress on my elbows and watched as Alan climbed over me, placing each of his knees against my thighs. He pulled at the bottom of my shirt and I sat up so he could pull it over my head. He did this slowly and as soon as my shirt was on the floor, he began grinding against me, rolling his hips every so often. I groaned and moved my hands up Alan's shirt, feeling his smooth skin.
He quickly grabbed a hold of my hands and pulled them away from him. I looked up at him, confused and he shook his head slightly, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"I said I'd make it up to you, remember?" He whispers as he begins to kiss my chest, letting go of my hands.
I let out a loud moan as Alan rolls his hips over mine again and I feel him smile against my chest, obviously pleased with my response. He pops open the button of my jeans and pulls down the zip. I immediately buck up my hips and he quickly pulls down my jeans and boxers, discarding them on the floor with my shirt. His lips were gone from my stomach and the room was silent. I opened my eyes to find Alan staring up at me, his mouth open slightly. He looked shocked.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"N-nothing." Alan replied, his cheeks turning pink.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to Alan." I say, sitting up slightly.
"No, I want to." Alan pushes me back so I'm lying down again. "I was just a little shocked with how... big you are." He turns away, looking embarrassed.
I chuckled before putting both of my hands on either side of his face and bringing his lips down onto mine. He hummed as my tongue grazed along his bottom lip. We continued to make out for a couple of minutes before Alan pushed me away.
"God dammit Austin. I told you, this is about me doing something for you." He sighed, sounding slightly sarcastic.
I rolled my eyes as he grabs a hold of my hands and places them either side of me.
"Keep your hands to yourself." He whispers.
He begins to kiss back down my chest and stomach again, this time nibbling and sucking slightly on the places where he could feel a bone. I grabbed his hips and dug my fingernails into the fabric of his shirt. He laughed quietly and I could tell it was because he knew I couldn't keep my hands to myself.
He wrapped his hand around my dick and slowly started to move up and down. I tilted my head back and let out a quiet moan. Alan quickened his pace and let his thumb continuously slide over the tip, sending me crazy.
"A-Alan." I moan. "I'm-"
"Oh no you're not." He replies, his voice sounding deeper than I've ever heard it before.
He removed his hand before leaning over and kissing me on the lips. I had to pull away quickly since I was already out of breath.
"Alan, please." I begged as the familiar knotting sensation began to form inside my stomach.
"I wasn't finished with you yet." He replied before sliding his tongue over the tip.
I let my hands roam up his back, ignoring the fact that Alan wanted me to keep my hands out from under his t-shirt. I felt his mouth wrap around my erection and I gasped, digging my fingernails into his back, leaving scratch marks on his skin. I looked down at him and watched as his head bobbed up and down. I noticed a couple of purple and red bruises scattered on his neck and around the hem of his shirt. I smiled as I realized that I was the one who put them there. Alan looked up at me, his deep, chestnut eyes meeting mine. If it wasn't for what he was doing with his mouth right now, he would have looked so innocent.
"I'm g-gonna-"
Alan moved faster than I thought was humanly possible and I soon came into his mouth. As I recovered my breathing and moved my fringe out of my eyes, I looked over just in time to watch Alan swallow. He noticed me staring and smiled before crawling over and lying next to me, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck. I felt happy and contempt lying there with Alan. I had never felt that in a relationship before. But then again, I had never been in a relationship in which my partner wanted to cuddle. It was always just about sex with them. I had had a lot of girlfriends since I started high school. Some, admittedly, I can't even remember the names of but there were never any feelings involved anyway. I was always used to make them look good and the relationship would, on average, last anywhere between three hours to a month. It never exceeded that. So the fact that me and Alan were nearing our three month anniversary was exciting for me.
"What are you thinking about?" Alan whispers.
"You." I whisper back.
He moves his head so that his chin is resting on my chest and he is looking up at me. We stare at each other for a while before I move forwards and place a kiss on his forehead. He reaches up and moves my hair from out of my eyes and smiles.
"Your hair is getting long." He states.
"So is yours." I tease, running my hand through his hair.
He laughs and goes back to cuddling into my side. That was always my favourite sound, even as kids, hearing Alan laugh always made me smile.
I wrapped my arms around his tiny frame and let out a sigh of contempt. I swear, in that moment, everything was perfect.
* * *
The double doors swung open and three doctors came running out to take the unconscious body out of my dads arms. They placed it gently onto a bed, which they then began to wheel down the corridor. I ran after them, sliding my hand into the cold, pale hand of the body as they continued to take it through the hospital.
"Son, we're going to need you to stay here." One of the doctors tells me as they roll the bed into a room.
"No, please, I have to make sure-"
"You have to stay here." The doctor repeats in a stern tone before following the other doctors and the body into the room.
I sink to the floor, my black converse squeaking against the floor and I rest my head against the hard, white wall. My dad sits beside me, his arms around me, rocking us slowly back and forth. I let the tears that had been threatening to escape my eyes ever since I found my mum on the kitchen floor roll down my cheeks and spill onto my dads shirt.
Notes
After all of the ridiculously lovely comments I received yesterday, I decided to upload another chapter today instead of later in the week.
I don't think any of you understand how happy you all make me. Every view, every vote, every subscription and every single comment put the biggest smile on my face so thank you so much.
Also, you'll be pleased to know that the sequel is officially happening. There is 4 more chapters left of Feels Like Forever and then there will be 40 chapters of Restoring Force (THE NAME OF THE SEQUEL HAS BEEN REVEALED! :O). I'm so excited about it. I have a plan for a mini 5 chapter thingy as well that I shall start once Restoring Force is up and running. I CAN'T WAIT YOU GUYS!
- Georgia x
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3/28/15