Human After All.

What a night this turned out to be. Devins ex-girlfriend; Kylie calling him out of the blue telling him in not so many words that he either got his cat now or never. And then turns out without even knowing it was going to happen, I got caught in the hysteria she started spouting out at Devin.

“And then she just started freaking out at me, saying that I only liked girls when we were dating, and thinking the reason I didn't love her anymore was because of Alistair.”

“That's exaggerating it quite a bit isn't it? I mean Jesus you just found out that you liked guys. Well so far just Alistair, but still.” Ricky responded. I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Thanks dude, that makes me feel so much better about myself.”

“You know what I mean.” He currently had Cassy in his lap, holding her hosta- I mean snuggling her. Devin was sitting between my legs, with his back leaning against my chest while I leaned against the wall. We made the floor our seat when we got back since all other seats were taken. Did you hear me complaining? No. I had my arms around Devin, so I could hold both his hands. Every so often I would start waving his arms in the air like an idiot and for some reason he let me do that.

“So basically, she called you over in an excuse to get upset over something that has nothing to do with her?” Blake asked.

“When you put it that way, yes it seems that way.”

“You know, being a woman you would think I know how a woman acts, but really we have no clue how each other acts.”

I started waving Devins arms again. “You think, how long have I lived with you and I still don't get half the stuff you talk about.”

“Harharhar.”

I felt Devin squeeze my hands and pull me so I was wrapping my arms around his waist and my face was buried in his neck.

“By the way, wasn't she the first one to tell you that you guys just weren't working out before.” Devin glanced up at Chris. “Yes, but it was mutual, or so I thought. I don't know anymore. Maybe it's definitely best if we don't talk to each other too much anymore until things settle down.”

“Good idea.”

“Oh!” He let go of my hands and wiggled out of my arms. He pointed his forefinger to me. “Did you know he writes songs?”

“Really?!” They all jumped forward from wherever they were sitting. I still had my arms around Devin as I looked up at them.

“I swear you would have the same reaction if you said ‘bacon’.” I muttered.

Devin started laughing, and the others were in kind of a weird state of shock. Yes I write songs, it's not exactly groundbreaking news, lots of people do it.

“Can I see some of your work?” Ricky asked.

Point blank. “No.”

“Can I see?” Chris tried.

Again. “No.”

“What about me?” Devin asked staring over at me.

“Maybe.”

“What why does Ghost get to see?!” Ricky whined.

“I said maybe, I don't know guys, I haven't actually shown anybody my work before. It's not something I broadcast.” I glared pointedly at Blake. “That you even found out about it is her fault.”

She stuck her tongue out at me. “And I just picked it up again, I don't know, I had some kind of inspiration blast and I just started writing.” I gave a half smirk staring at the back of Devin's head, knowing exactly where the inspiration came from. And from just having that unsettling feeling that I might lose everything I gained back over the years and more.

“Well, I hope you let us see it sometime, and by us I mean me.” Blake stated. “Yeah, uh huh, you keep dreaming there, see how far it gets you.” I grinned, from having this same conversation with her several times before.

I watched as Cassy leaped off of Ricky's lap with him letting out a whine of protest. “Poor Cassy couldn't take no more.” Devin tsked, shaking his head. I snickered as the black and white haired cat made her way back over too Devin.

Devins phone chimed and he rustled it out of his pocket. He looked up at me again as he read it too himself. “It's Kylie again.” He murmured lowly.

He showed me the screen of his phone.

-I hope you're fucking happy now!-

I shook my head. She seriously needed to back off. There was really no need for this, it was borderline harassment. This was the third text she sent since we got back.

“She must really be trying too get your attention.”

“Yeah, well she accomplished that when she called me in the first place.”

True, but that still didn't explain why she was acting this way. Maybe she was drunk?





Minutes later I found myself snuggled against the wall with Devin by my side in his bunk. To be totally honest it wasn't as comfortable as we both thought it would be, being fully clothed. So Devin had pulled the curtain closed and I struggled to get my shirt off. Once that was done it was only seconds before he had his shirt off as well.

“Well that definitely makes it more comfortable.” I mentioned as he wiggled his way even closer too me. As soon as I felt our skin touch, it was like my skin was on fire, my face heated up. Was it always going to be like this, anytime he came close, it felt like my muscles relaxed too the point they became liquid and yet the fire burned through my veins keeping my body on alert. I rested my hand on his hip as he snuggled his face under my chin. I heard him let out a big sigh. It must have been a weird night for him, having Kylie do all that and then some. It was crazy awkward for me since she apparently thought I was seeing Devin when they were in the process of breaking up. I hadn't even known he existed until the start of the summer. Hell, I didn't think he would agree to be my boyfriend, never mind returning the same feelings I have for him.

Well at least she wasn't a psychopath like my ex.. At least I hoped not. Because that would be terrifying to say the least.

“You doing alright love?” I asked him. He glanced up at me, his hand slowly resting on my chest. “Peachy.” I felt him move fingers around my skin, like he was trying too find something; he buried his face in my neck again and I felt a small suction of breath as he inhaled. “You smell good.”

I found myself wrapping my left arm under him and pulling him over top of me. He looked at me, surprised. “Well, that was unexpected.”

“Talk to me.” He looked absolutely baffled.

“Talk to you about what?”

“Anything you can think of.” I gave him an encouraging smile. I moved my arms as he wiggled closer to my face, returning them around him when I was sure he was comfortable.

I watched as he made the motion to speak, but pause as if he was considering his words. His eyes shuffled back and forth as he contemplated and I could only imagine what was making him think this through so much. “What-” he cleared his throat. “What made you start writing recently?” His voice seemed off, like that was probably the last question he wanted too ask me.

“It's actually really corny.” Feeling a tad embarrassed. I turned my head too the side, looking at the wall. “What is it?” He asked. “It's a…” I trailed off, my face started burning under his scrutiny as he was inches from my face now; after I looked back at him. He made a questioning ‘hmmm’ sound that sounded incredibly like a mix between a moan and a purr. “Well?” He asked, moving closer so his nose was touching mine. I let out a shaky breath; mainly from being embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “Damn, you're distracting.”

“I know.” He rose his eyebrow waiting for my answer.

“I think you're enjoying my discomfort way too much, good sir.” I had too point it out, as he smiled a devilish grin. “I might be.” His legs came down on both sides of my hips. “I do like it when the tables get turned like this.”

“What do you mean turned, it seems like they're permanently on your playing field.”

He chuckled, his breath blowing against my lips. “Well?”

Might as well say it. It's not hard to figure out. “You. You did.”

He looked momentarily shocked, but then asked another question. “I did?”

I nodded. “Well yes.”

“I-i wasn't expecting that actually.” My face relaxed into one of adoration as he grasped at what I told him. “What did you expect?” Letting out a low laugh, “I have told you, you are the best thing that happened too me,”

I, again felt all that I had lost, and it tried to form a lump in my throat.

“After everything that happened in my life, I needed something wonderful in it.”

It took him milliseconds after I finished speaking before he kissed me. Before I could stop it, I let out a low moan. Like he knew what it was doing to me, he pressed harder, moving his lips sensually over mine. I heard his breathing hitch, as he continued his onslaught; his hands moving up the side of my face.

How did this keep happening. My face flushed as he pulled away, his unruly hair tickled the sides of my face. I couldn't open my mouth to speak the words I wanted to say. Which was, please dear god don't stop.

He had a timid smile on his face. “I really love kissing you.”

“Me to, baby.” I lifted my head up to capture his lips, slowly pushing his head down to me again, as I continued what he started. His hands trailed away from my face and down towards my chest, as soon as his fingers traced along my nipples, my chest lifted up in response. My heart was racing, nervousness racked my senses, making my already racing heart skip beats so hard that it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

When he pulled back, I felt my anxiety rise. I didn't want to do this yet. I couldn't breathe.

“Baby, are you alright?” Devin rolled off me, laying against the wall.

“I-I I've got too go.” I stammered. He looked at me, confused. I fidgeted out of the bed, placing a quick kiss on his forehead. I grabbed my shirt as I stood up and practically ran up the hallway, placing my shirt on haphazardly. I barely slipped on my sandals before I ran out the door. Once I was a distance away from the bus; I felt reason start coming back. I looked around and counted the cars driving past me. I counted up to fifteen and then focused on slowing my breathing. Taking a deep breath in, holding it for a few seconds, then letting it out slowly, it coming out in short shaky puffs trying to calm down.

I looked around the area and realized I was in a downtown district of Portland; by all the shops and gas stations that ran along just one street. Taking a deep breath I kept walking down the sidewalk, with no set destination in mind, just something to distract me from how terrified and turned on I was. A very lethal combination if you ask me. While I knew that we were going to wait until we were both ready too go too that next step, I was still more scared than I let on. I would love nothing more than to strip him down and make love to him, but every time when we get that close, I start panicking internally. I haven't been with anybody sexually since Elijah. I didn't want our relationship too be based on sex from the get go, like I was with Elijah. Jesus fuck, when I was with him, we did it on our first damn date.

It's probably why I didn't know him so well, only what he liked. I glared in front of me, only seeing the sidewalk. I wasn't going to fuck things up with Devin.

Although now that I was so far away from him, I felt bad that I just up and left like that. For all I know he's probably pissed off at me. Smooth move, Shepherd.

I saw movement at the corner of my eye, and I was surprised to see someone I knew when I turned my head too look at them. Ashley was standing outside a beer store, holding a bottle wrapped in a paper bag. Well, that's an original picture. The person that was beside him was raising his voice at him, angry. I didn't recognize him right away but then the missing piece of the band came to me, and realized that it must be Jake. He didn't go too Chris’ BBQ a couple of weeks ago, or anything to do with us hanging out. I don't think I actually met the fucking guy. I looked at Ashley as he yelled at Jake, his words partially slurred. Didn't need too put two and two together too be able to tell that Ashley was drunk. I watched him stumble and Jake was just barely able to catch him. Okay, staggering drunk. I walked over to see if I could help or at the very least make sure Ashley didn't get arrested, I assumed that was the last thing their band needed.

“Hey Ash! What's up?” I called as I walked towards the two.

“Heeeeeeyy, it's Alistair!” Ashley called out joyfully. Oh dear god, he's fucking paralyzed. Jake gave me a ‘help me get this fucker home’ look.

“Don't you have a show tomorrow, dude?” I asked Ashley, slowly; so he understood me.

It took a moment, but I think his intoxicated brain worked out what I said. “You know, you.. know what Alistair.”

“What Ash?”

“You, you sound just like Jakey here. Telling me about this show.”

I looked at Jake, who looked entirely fed up with his band mates inebriated state. “I've been telling him all goddamn night, we need to go back to the bus, but nooo; let's get shitfaced.” He lowers his head.

“Alright, I don't know about you, but I would like to get back to your bus, Ashley.”

He looked at me, and grinned like an idiot. “Okay.” He took another swig of his drink and started forward only to trip over his own feet. I managed to catch him mid-fall. He let out two short laughs and I watched as his head fell against my shoulder in a deadweight. His soft snores were heard seconds later as I realized he passed out.

I slapped my face with my free hand, not realizing that dealing with dumbass drunks years ago would help me now. “How much did he drink?” I asked Jake as I adjusted Ashley so I was practically carrying him.

“God knows, he called me about an hour ago, something about partying and drinking and all that bull.” Jake sighed.

“I've been trying to take him back since I got here.”

“Does he do this a lot?” I made a face as Ashley woke up long enough to fling himself up over my shoulder and dangle there like a rag doll. “What the hell was that?”

“Hell if I know, he does weird shit when he's drunk. And too answer your question, well..” he trailed off, seemingly not wanting to say anything about his friends drinking problem.

“Don't worry about it, let's just get this idiot too bed and hopefully sleep this off,” I held onto his legs as he dangled over my shoulder, his head banging against my back. I winced when it hit one of the deeper scars and I tried to move him so if he was going to hit any of them, it would avoid that one.

“He's going to feel like shit in the morning that's for sure.” I muttered as I started walking off. I stopped when I realized Jake wasn't behind me.

“Coming?” I asked.

He looked baffled but started walking after me, I felt him barely brush my shoulder as we walked down the sidewalk heading towards the BVB bus that was parked outside a different hotel down the road from Motionless In White.

“So, you must be Alistair.” Jake started, breaking the silence.

I glanced at him, wary. “What did they tell you?”

He laughed. “Nothing more than what I'm assuming everyone else knows.”

“Depending on the person, that could be a lot.” I laughed. “No, it's fine, at least you know about me. And I'm not just some random stranger carrying your friend home.”

He gave me a worried stare. “No, I really am Alistair, not some crazy fan kidnapping Ashley.” I said quickly. Putting my free had up in defence.

He laughed and shook his head. “It's fine, I know who you are, I follow Ghost on Instagram. You've become some kind of internet sensation in the music department anyway.” He shrugged. “A lot of people like you and Ghost together after they saw that picture of you.”

“How many pictures has he posted of me, exactly. I haven't really gotten into the social media thing much.” More or less shocked that I'm hearing again that people like me, and they don't even know me.

He shook his head. “Not many. Nothing to worry about.”

I shrugged my free shoulder. “I'm gonna have to take your word for it.”

It went quiet for awhile, due to the fact that this was the first time we were actually meeting. It wasn't so strange; when I thought about it. I mean I knew who Jake was, there wasn't any doubt in my mind. I never bothered asking whenever he wasn't there because it wasn't any of my business. Although Andy apparently not wanting to seem like his friend was being rude, told me the few times why he wasn't there. He spent a lot of his time with his girlfriend, and when they weren't together they had hours upon hour long phone calls and ‘FaceTime’s. I merely shrugged it off and said I didn't mind, because I could relate. Fingers crossed that that was going to be my future soon enough.

Ashley groaned and shifted again. Jake and I looked at him, wondering for a second if he was going to wake up. No such luck.

“You know, it's probably a good thing that he passed out.” Jake spoke up.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, this is the easiest time I had getting him back to home base, you know?”

I looked at him with a twinge of sympathy. “I understand, although too be honest, this isn't the first time I had to take a drunken friend home.”

It was his turn too say “Oh?”

So, I told him I used to be a bouncer and a occasional bartender at a few clubs and bars. It wasn't many times I took my actual friends home after a hard night drinking, but the times I did stuck out.

“So, really this isn't a big deal?”

“Not really.” I chuckled.

We finally reached the parking lot where the tour bus was parked and Jake walked ahead to open the door for me. I walked in and was greeted with the noise of video games and a hockey game playing on their televisions.

Andy glanced at me curiously as I walked in with Ashley on my back. “Hey Al, wasn't expecting you here tonight.” Looking back too his notebook.

“I come where I'm least expected.” I laughed.

I followed Jake as he motioned for me too follow him back to the bunks. I saw Andy look up again and actually look at me. His eyes narrowed some when he saw his friend on my back. He didn't say anything but a person could easily tell he was not ecstatic about his friends inebriation.

“Right here.” Jake motioned to the bunk on my left. I turned around and Jake pulled Ashley down and once I was sure Jake got his top half, I held on too his legs while he put his upper body in the bunk. I turned around, only letting go of his legs long enough to turn around and hold onto them again. We shuffled closer to his bunk and I watched as Jake carefully put his friends upper half onto the bed and I followed suit, trying not to jostle him. We waited a second before we moved away from the beds, making sure Ashley didn't suddenly roll off the bed. We thought we were out of the clear and we both took two paces away from him, making victory gestures.

Sadly, that wasn't going to be the case, he rolled violently out of his bed and crashed to the floor.

“Ok, seriously what does this guy drink? And can I get some?” I laughed jokingly too Jake. He rolled his eyes, but I could see that he was trying his hardest not to bust out laughing at the velocity and shear force his friend fell to the ground. With how hard the guy hit, I was surprised he didn't wake up. At the very same time, I hope he didn't actually knock himself out permanently with the bang he took on the ground.

“Okay, second time's the charm..hopefully..” I muttered picking up his feet again while Jake got his upper body again. This time we rolled him as far as the bunk would let us.

“Okay, if he falls this time, we leave him.” Jake sounded exasperated. We got out too the living area where everyone was playing games. We heard a thud and we all whipped around to see if he fell yet again.

Nothing. He must have hit his head or arm or something. I let out a sigh of relief.

“Well that was fun.”

Half the band snorted at my comment. Clearly this wasn't the worst he's been. I didn't ask, since it wasn't my business but it did worry me a little. Alcoholics where like any other addicts, and while it wasn't the worst thing to be addicted to, it could have some serious drawbacks on the person and their loved ones.

I didn't comment as the guys seemed to be in their own world. Andy paused his game and sighed, setting down his controller. I watched as he picked up his notebook up again and then let it fall again. I guess he couldn't write after he saw his friend like that.

I turned my head too look at the window. It was a little awkward I was guessing, by the way everyone got silent.

“Hey, Alistair?”

My head turned back over to look at Andy.

“Yeah man?”

“Look, I'm going to be straight with you, Ashley has had a drinking problem for a long time now. Some days are good and he won't touch the stuff and there's days like today we're he gets so slammed on the shit that he doesn't know what year it is.”

“Not many people know and I really don't want to broadcast something like that too the public. Him drinking occasionally is one thing, this is a whole other thing.” He stopped for a second, then looked me dead in the eye. “I'm asking you not too spread this around.”

I barely batted an eye. “Don't worry about it. It's not big on my list to to destroy my friends lives.” I watched them all wince at the way I worded it. “Besides that, it's clearly up to Ash if he wants to change his ways. I'm not going to tell anyone, but he needs to figure this out on his own, and when he does he needs his friends and family to help him.”

I managed a half smirk. “You don't need to worry. I mind my own business most of the time.”

Andy managed a small chuckle. “Thanks Al, I appreciate it.”

“It's nothing, I'm just glad I was able to help.”

I walked towards the door and once I had my hand on the door, I heard Jake say thanks.

I waved my hand and continued my way out the door.

“Good going, Andy!” I heard CC groan angrily at Andy as I closed the door.

“He went out of his way to help Ashley out and you say that like image is the only thing that matters to us.”

“I know, but, I just don't want people to judge Ashley.”

“And yet.-”

I shrugged and walked away. As fun as it is too hear people talking about things when they thought you weren't there, I understood where Andy was coming from.

I started walking and only then remembered that I ran out on Devin. It was like someone slapped me in the face. I felt bad, because I didn't really want to leave, I just panicked. And now I…

I stopped midstep, my heart racing as my mind went into overdrive, over thinking what happened and making the worst of the situation. Taking a deep breath, I started walking back to the hotel the tour bus was at. It didn't take me long to get there, it was only about ten minutes away from where the Black Veil Brides where. I dug my phone out of my pocket. No messages. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Looking up I saw the bus in front of me. I didn't see any lights on, but I continued on anyway; the door was unlocked as I tested it too see if I got locked out. I walked in slowly, my eyes adjusting to the dark of the room.

“Anybody home?” I muttered. I didn't hear anybody, no shuffling or groans or for that matter; snores. Which should have clued me in too the fact that everyone was probably in the hotel rooms. I sighed. “Great. Way too go Alistair.” I muttered to myself. I took my shoes off and shuffled down the hall towards the end of the bus, where the spare room was. I walked slowly, feeling sorry for myself. I didn't notice the shuffling from the bottom bunk until it was too late. Someone's hand shot out and grabbed my pant leg and I let out a short yelp before tripping and falling to the ground.

“Jesus, Alistair it's just me!” I opened my eyes and my hand flew too my chest, over my pounding heart. “Fuck.” I breathed. “I didn't think anyone was in here.” I was going to continue then I realized it was Devin so I quieted right down. My eyes darted down, not looking him in the eyes.

I watched as his feet came down too my level. His legs were completely bare from what I could see. I slowly looked up and saw that he was wearing nothing but shorts. I saw his tattoos, not in complete detail but as dark shadows across his skin. His body wasn't perfectly skinny but it was nowhere huge either, but that never mattered to me. It never would. He was perfect.

His hands were on his hips, if it was possible to look even sexier than he already was. The way he was standing made me believe he was annoyed at me, but to what extent I had no idea.

I was so busy staring at him, that I didn't realize I hadn't moved an inch.

“As hot as you look down there, holding your chest like that. I'm mad at you.”

That was enough to snap me out of it. I slowly moved to a position so I could get up. I was halfway up before his hand was in my face, offering his help. I took it, feeling his warmth spread through me. Once we were face to face. I felt his hand leave mine. He looked down and away from me.

I let out a breath of air. “I'm sorry, Devin.”

“Mhmm.” I watched as he went to sit on the side of the bed. His arms laid on his legs. Although i was just on the floor, I kneeled down in front of him.

“Baby, really I am.” I murmured slowly.

“Do you..” he trailed off. I watched as his shoulders slumped. “Do you even want me..? Like all of me?” It was barely a whisper.

He thinks I don't want him? I shuffled on my knees so I was sitting between his legs.

“Before I tell you the reason why I don't want to do that.. yet.” I said the last word with every part of me that wanted him. “I want you to know that I want you with every part of me, and while I'm not particularly this forward or this brash but I think it calls for it.” I took a deep breath, letting go off some of the restriction I keep on myself from having my way with him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him down on my lap, quickly attacking hips with mine. His lips where hot and soft, and I made sure to keep them occupied as my hands ran up at slow rate towards his chest where I slowly played with his nipples until I got that precious moan against my lips. I trailed my hands down his chest, headed south, moving my fingers purposefully, trying to find the way his body wanted to be touched. I felt him shift on top of me, feeling him poking at my stomach.

I finally stopped kissing his lips and made my way to his neck, only stopping to suck on that one sweet spot and listen too him try to calm himself. He was panting and moaning, and I knew how dangerous it was too continue.

My hands landed on his thighs, gripping them and moving his hips, needing to feel the friction again. I gasped as he hit me and I felt my pants get tighter. Pleasure shooting down my groin as I looked at Devins face.

I tried to catch myself and say something. “Do you see now.” I gasped quietly, as my hand trailed a little too close too the bulge in his shorts. My finger rubbed the inside of his thigh and I could see how turned on he was.

“Baby, I don't want to screw this up.” Slowly kissing his chin and making my way up to his lips, as his arms came around my neck, deepening the already head spinning kiss.

“I will always want you.” I gasped. “And dammit if I don't want to take advantage of it now.” I took a shuddering inhale and whispered. “But I want our time too be special, I want too get too know you and not rush such a wonderful thing that I know I will cherish.”

My voice lowered and I felt my eyes narrow in desire to take him. “When we are both ready for that step, I want nothing to be able to stop us from it. No insecurities, no regrets or doubts. I don't want too make a mistake with us.”

“Al.. you never could with me. I'm not like him. If you're not ready then I'll wait. You're worth waiting for, I know it.”

Those words struck a chord deep in my heart and I ground out. “God, I want nothing more than strip away those clothes and make love too you, right now.”

I watched as he gasped. “I know baby. And I'm sorry if I tried to push you.”

I shook my head and laid it on his chest. “No, it's not your fault, love. I just got freaked out.”

He pulled me closer and I couldn't control myself. The hand that was still close to his groin, moved just enough too too touch him in one of the places I wished to ravish.

“Please don't..” he twitched under my touch.

“I know..” I let out a gust of air out of my nose, trying to calm down my urges. “I know.” I repeated. “But do you see now how much I want you. All of you, all for myself.”

“Yes.” He still hadn't let me go.

“I think I need a cold shower.” I laughed lowly.

“Let's get to my hotel room then. Everyone else already left.”



~



I stood under the cold water, despite the fact I was shivering violently. Most of the arousal had left my body after I had first got in the shower. There was no way I could calm myself otherwise so I had too take care myself once I was under hot water first. I didn't last long, as I had suspected. All it took was one steamy image I cooked up in my mind about Devin and I was lost in pleasurable agony. It really had been to long since I had been with someone. My body must have realized this because afterwards I was still ‘standing in attention’ as it were. So here I was standing under freezing water until I calmed down.

Staying under until the last possible second, I turned the water off. Looking down and breathed a sigh of relief. I was tired and only partially sated but I felt infinitely better. I stepped out of the tub and pulled a towel around my waist. I heard a knock at my door and I knew it was only Devin. “Yeah?” I questioned. “You decent?” He asked through the door.

“Semi, it's alright though, you can come in.” I watched as the door opened and saw that he had his shorts on still and a shirt. He took a second too lean against the doorframe and crossed his arms. Immediately my face flushed in embarrassment. “Well, I feel a bit sheepish now.”

He let out an appreciative whistle. “I don't.” He grinned. “You look yummy.”

I blushed and let out a small smile.

I grabbed another towel and started drying my hair. Mostly trying to rid myself of my embarrassment. He was there before I could blink.

“Here, handsome.” He grabbed the towel, stretching himself up in the process and started drying my hair for me. I bent my head forward so he could reach. I saw a flash of skin from his shirt lifting up and my hands reached for it, seeking out the warmth from it. He jumped when I touched him.

“Your hands are cold.” He murmured, not stopping what he was doing.

“I wasn't lying when I said I needed a cold shower, Dev.” My eyes burning into his.

“Down boy.” He chuckled.

“I'll try, but it's hard when it's for you.” My lips curling up into a grin.

“Don't I know it.” His smile was devilish and beautiful as he knew it exactly what I meant.

“Only for you.” I murmured. I closed my eyes and relished the ways his hands massaged my hair with the towel. I enjoyed the peaceful moment.

Hoping it would stay like this for a long, long time.

Notes

Well, this took fucking forever..

I apologize sincerely to those who have been waiting for it to come out, or more or less for me to come out of hiding and start posting again. But life happens, and its been throwing a lot of punches my way recently.

But to those that are patient, I will try to keep posting. I'm not giving up on this story, either of them. I want to see them through. I promise you that.

Enjoy!
-The Ginchu :3