Did You Call Me Last Night Just Cus' You Couldn't Get Laid?
Chapter Seventeen
*Buzz Buzz, Buzz Buzz*
I quickly pressed the red end call button on my phone before flipping it over and shoving it back under my pillow, not bothering to check who had rang. It was 4am, I was half asleep
and I wasn’t in the mood for a phone call with anyone.
*Buzz Buzz, Buzz Buzz*
I sighed in frustration, guessing that nobody would call at 4am without a good reason. When I pulled my phone out from under my pillow I was less than impressed to see that it was Mike who was calling.
“Hello, you realise it’s like 4am right? This better be good Mike.”
“Yeah, I know it is, I just needed to talk to you Alaska, I couldn’t leave things how they were...” His sleepy voice trailed off, he almost sounded as though he had been crying. I didn’t get it, he was the one who had treated me like shit after we slept together, why was he so upset?
“After what was said earlier I’m not too sure I want to speak to you,” I told him, a tone of anger in my voice. I wasn’t one to hold grudges, in fact I usually forgave people way too easily, but I wasn’t prepared to give Mike the benefit of the doubt just yet.
“Please Alaska, just let me come round to your bus and explain things to you, and don’t even tell me that I can’t because the lads are there because I’m pretty sure at least one of the lounges will be free.”
“Alright, alright, you can come round.” I sighed, I just couldn’t say no to Mike, he had some sort of crazy hold on me that meant I couldn’t just let go of what happened between us. No matter how bad our arguments got.
When Mike arrived I still had my pyjamas on, an eye mask on my head holding back my fringe. I couldn’t be bothered to get changed or do my eye makeup as I was completely exhausted.
“Hey,” He muttered as I opened the bus door to let him in.
“Hey, we’ll go in the back, some of the boys are sleeping,”
He nodded back at me and followed me through to the back longue, sitting down on the black leather sofa that ran parallel to the flat screen television we sometimes watched movies on.
There was an awkward silence for a few minutes, both of us feeling to tense to say or do anything. But then, after a little while, Mike opened his mouth to speak.
“That night on my bus, I felt something, I was scared to admit it but I did,” Mike began, stumbling over his words a little bit, “That’s why I just got up and got dressed, I don’t like feeling anything Alaska, I don’t want to feel anything,”
I thought about it for a second, did I feel anything? Of course I did, I always had felt something for Mike. I didn’t understand what he meant about not wanting to feel anything, why would you want to feel numb? It didn’t make sense.
“I don’t understand, that doesn’t make sense to me,” I told him, thinking it best to say exactly what was on my mind.
“You don’t need to understand Alaska; it doesn’t have to make sense.”
Before I knew it Mike had leaned forward and crashed his lips into mine, intertwining my tongue with his. One half of me wanted to protest, still angry about what had happened, but I couldn’t, so I went with it. I deepened the kiss and moaned into it, encouraging Mike to take it further.
Mikes hands ventured up my thigh, eventually reaching where I was craving him most. He began to rub me through my cotton shorts causing me to let out another moan.
“Are you wet?” He asked, and I nodded in response. “Good,” He told me, looking right into my eyes before ripping my shorts right off my body.
He pulled my eye mask down off my head so that I couldn’t see anything, and before I knew it he was slamming into me, causing me to cry out with pleasure.
“Scream my name,” He ordered, and I did as I was told, slewing a whole load of cuss words along with it.
After a while his thrusts began to turn sloppy, and I knew he was getting close. He began making circles on my clit with his figure whilst slamming into me, causing me to release just as he did.
When he was done Mike stood up to get dressed, and I presumed he was going to leave and decided to let him, I didn’t have the energy to protest. I pulled my shorts back on and sat back down on the sofa, waiting for him to leave.
To my suprise he came and sat down next to me, pulling me into his side and hugging me close.
“Wanna watch frankenweenie?” He asked, “I brought it with me, it’s in my bag,” He pointed over to his black vans bag in the corner.
“Sure,” I said, trying to stop myself from smiling from ear to ear.
I watched as Mike got up and put the DVD into the player before coming back and snuggling into me.
Half way into the film I fell asleep in Mikes arms, finally feeling at home again.
I quickly pressed the red end call button on my phone before flipping it over and shoving it back under my pillow, not bothering to check who had rang. It was 4am, I was half asleep
and I wasn’t in the mood for a phone call with anyone.
*Buzz Buzz, Buzz Buzz*
I sighed in frustration, guessing that nobody would call at 4am without a good reason. When I pulled my phone out from under my pillow I was less than impressed to see that it was Mike who was calling.
“Hello, you realise it’s like 4am right? This better be good Mike.”
“Yeah, I know it is, I just needed to talk to you Alaska, I couldn’t leave things how they were...” His sleepy voice trailed off, he almost sounded as though he had been crying. I didn’t get it, he was the one who had treated me like shit after we slept together, why was he so upset?
“After what was said earlier I’m not too sure I want to speak to you,” I told him, a tone of anger in my voice. I wasn’t one to hold grudges, in fact I usually forgave people way too easily, but I wasn’t prepared to give Mike the benefit of the doubt just yet.
“Please Alaska, just let me come round to your bus and explain things to you, and don’t even tell me that I can’t because the lads are there because I’m pretty sure at least one of the lounges will be free.”
“Alright, alright, you can come round.” I sighed, I just couldn’t say no to Mike, he had some sort of crazy hold on me that meant I couldn’t just let go of what happened between us. No matter how bad our arguments got.
When Mike arrived I still had my pyjamas on, an eye mask on my head holding back my fringe. I couldn’t be bothered to get changed or do my eye makeup as I was completely exhausted.
“Hey,” He muttered as I opened the bus door to let him in.
“Hey, we’ll go in the back, some of the boys are sleeping,”
He nodded back at me and followed me through to the back longue, sitting down on the black leather sofa that ran parallel to the flat screen television we sometimes watched movies on.
There was an awkward silence for a few minutes, both of us feeling to tense to say or do anything. But then, after a little while, Mike opened his mouth to speak.
“That night on my bus, I felt something, I was scared to admit it but I did,” Mike began, stumbling over his words a little bit, “That’s why I just got up and got dressed, I don’t like feeling anything Alaska, I don’t want to feel anything,”
I thought about it for a second, did I feel anything? Of course I did, I always had felt something for Mike. I didn’t understand what he meant about not wanting to feel anything, why would you want to feel numb? It didn’t make sense.
“I don’t understand, that doesn’t make sense to me,” I told him, thinking it best to say exactly what was on my mind.
“You don’t need to understand Alaska; it doesn’t have to make sense.”
Before I knew it Mike had leaned forward and crashed his lips into mine, intertwining my tongue with his. One half of me wanted to protest, still angry about what had happened, but I couldn’t, so I went with it. I deepened the kiss and moaned into it, encouraging Mike to take it further.
Mikes hands ventured up my thigh, eventually reaching where I was craving him most. He began to rub me through my cotton shorts causing me to let out another moan.
“Are you wet?” He asked, and I nodded in response. “Good,” He told me, looking right into my eyes before ripping my shorts right off my body.
He pulled my eye mask down off my head so that I couldn’t see anything, and before I knew it he was slamming into me, causing me to cry out with pleasure.
“Scream my name,” He ordered, and I did as I was told, slewing a whole load of cuss words along with it.
After a while his thrusts began to turn sloppy, and I knew he was getting close. He began making circles on my clit with his figure whilst slamming into me, causing me to release just as he did.
When he was done Mike stood up to get dressed, and I presumed he was going to leave and decided to let him, I didn’t have the energy to protest. I pulled my shorts back on and sat back down on the sofa, waiting for him to leave.
To my suprise he came and sat down next to me, pulling me into his side and hugging me close.
“Wanna watch frankenweenie?” He asked, “I brought it with me, it’s in my bag,” He pointed over to his black vans bag in the corner.
“Sure,” I said, trying to stop myself from smiling from ear to ear.
I watched as Mike got up and put the DVD into the player before coming back and snuggling into me.
Half way into the film I fell asleep in Mikes arms, finally feeling at home again.
Notes
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5/26/14