Nicholas

I snuggle in closer to Euijoo, pressing my face into his neck. He lets out a sleepy, content sigh. I haven’t been able to sleep very soundly all night. I keep waking up knowing he’s going to sneak out again at dawn like always.

When he messaged to come over this time, it was just “I’m here.” As soon as he was in my room, he was pulling off his shirt and grabbing mine from early today from the end of the bed and throwing it on.

He climbs in the bed after that. Waiting for me to join him. He continues to surprise me. He's becoming bolder when he’s here with me.

The urge to kiss him there is so intense; his soft skin is just screaming at me to touch it. But he’s made it clear that this is as far as it goes—just cuddling. I hold back and just smell him instead. He smells even more like me now, like he’s something that belongs to me. Like anything else in this room.

I’m breaking inside—this agony of not being able to freely just act on my own feelings. I'm afraid that if I do and I go too far, he’ll leave, and whatever this is will end. The only thing I can do is just hold him, continue to wait, and hope that one day he’ll want more from me than just this.

He turns in his sleep, rolling over to snuggle his face into my chest. His hands snake around my waist, and his leg slips in between mine. I silently mouth fuck as his leg is so close to my junk, lingering there, teasing me. I hold it in on an inhale, my body momentarily going stiff.

He has no idea how much he’s actually torturing me. It’s completely unfair. The last thing I need right now is a raging boner. I bite my lower lip trying to think of other things. Not of Juju breathing onto my naked chest, wrapping himself around me, and rubbing his thumb back and forth along my lower back in his sleep.

It’s too much, and I can't. I'm one second away from him eventually feeling my growing hardness. I gently remove his hands from around me and slither out from his warmth. He lets out a soft moan in protest but goes back to sleep. I quietly slink off to the bathroom for some well-needed relief before I combust.

When I get back to bed, he whines, “Where did you go, Nichol?” He wraps himself around me again like I never left.

“Shh,” I whisper. “I just went to the bathroom. Go back to sleep.” He nods, his hair tickles my naked skin, and his steady breathing lulls me back to sleep.

When I wake again, he’s practically on top of me, sprawled out across my chest. His hair is a mess, and I run my hands through it. I can feel his lips touching my chest. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s drooling all over it.

He stirs, lifting his head a little to look at me with sleepily half-lidded eyes. “Nichol, what time is it?”

“It’s just after five,” I say, still playing with his hair.

“I better go,” he groans, lifting himself off me, but I grab him, pulling him back down.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” I whine a little, “You work today, so I won’t be able to see you.” I wrap my hands around his waist, holding him down. He hovers over me, thinking it over.

“If I do, I’m not going to want to leave,” he says, trying to pull away. “I want to stay...I do...but I don’t want your parents to know I’ve been sneaking over.”

I know this isn’t going to go anywhere, so I give up. “Okay,” I say. “I won’t keep you then.” I let him go, and he stands up.

“Do be so disappointed, Nichol. If you miss me, he pauses, looking around the floor, seeming to be looking for something. “Here." He scoops up his shirt from off the floor and lays it on top of me.