I played with Damien’s hair as he slept. I couldn’t blame him, really, we’d been at it like rabbits all night. I was tired out as well but I couldn’t get to sleep. There was something bugging me. Damien had said “maybe next year” when I said it felt like I was gonna propose so did that mean he wanted me to or...? I mean, the subject of marriage had come up once or twice before like when Mom disowned me and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, but... I dunno, marriage? Wouldn’t it be kinda too soon after like a year of dating? And when you take into account how many times we’d broken up...
Damien hummed as he woke up the next morning, snuggling up to me again while I was still playing with his hair. The whole proposing next year thing had kept me up all night. I smiled at him, yawning ever so slightly.
He smiled back and asked "Did you sleep at all?"
“A little” I lied. I got the feeling he didn’t believe me. “Sleep okay?”
He nodded. "Best night's sleep in ages"
I hummed and he nuzzled up to me. It hit home then just how much I’d miss him when he was gone again.
"Do you really have to go?" I asked sadly.
He sighed a little, mirroring the sad look on my face. "I'm sorry, gorgeous"
I cuddled him a little tighter, not wanting to let him go, and he leant his head on my chest.
"Thank you for an amazing Christmas" he said, planting a small kiss on my lips.
I kissed back. "It wouldn't have been Christmas without you, gorgeous"
"I would've said it could've been, but after meeting Matt..." he chuckled slightly.
"He used to be such a nice guy" I sighed, remembering the days when he used to just sit and listen to me talk.
"I'm sure I can find a way of getting his ass kicked if he ever steps out of line" Damien smiled. "I just wish I could do it myself"
I laughed a little, humming and shutting my eyes as he kissed my forehead. He started playing with my hair and I realised just how tired I was. I’d just started falling asleep when he kissed me. I kissed back and he kissed me again, slowly this time. I matched his every move and he hummed. I flashed him a sleepy smile, burying my head in his neck when he cuddled me. He kissed the top of my head and I managed to let out a hum before I fell asleep.
Damien woke me up at some point and smotherhuggled me before I was even conscious enough to remember my own name. He was almost crying so I could only guess it was time for him to go. Let’s just say, if there was a contest for mushy goodbyes, we would’ve won first, second and third prize.
It couldn’t have been more than an hour before Matt showed up. I still hadn’t exactly forgiven him for bursting in the day before but what could I do? He smiled as I let him in, shutting the door behind him. I was just about to ask how his Christmas was when his fist collided with my face, more specifically my eye. I stumbled backwards in shock. Matt just glared at me.
“Don’t you ever disrespect me like you did yesterday again, do you understand?” he growled angrily.
I didn’t say anything, still in shock. It just pissed him off more.
“Answer me, you little shit”
I clenched my jaw. “Get out”
He chuckled. “You obviously didn’t hear me”
“Fine, jeez” I said and he smiled again.
“Alright now, let’s kiss and make up” he said, pulling me towards the bedroom.
“I’m not in the mood”
“I don’t give a fuck” Matt said, grabbing a fistful of my hair and dragging me over to the bed.
He pinned me down when I tried to push him off and I tried to kick him in the balls but he locked my feet between his knees. I started to panic as he pulled down my pants, unbuttoning his own jeans.
“Matt, gorgeous, we’ll fuck later, I promise” I said feebly, trying to worm myself out of the situation.
“Yeah? Well I’m horny now so stop whining like a bitch”
He got his cock out and grabbed my hair again, forcing himself into my mouth til he was lubed up enough to fuck me. He threw me back down on the bed, spreading my legs and grabbing my wrists to stop me fighting as he pushed in. I winced, keeping my eyes shut as he fucked me. He didn’t seem to care that he was hurting me, just as long as he got a quick fuck. Relief flooded through me as he came but he grabbed my hair again, forcing me onto the floor. Within minutes, he’d shoved his cock in my mouth again, practically fucking my face and making me gag with each thrust. By the time he was done with me, I was numb. I’d stopped feeling anything after the fifth or sixth time, much to his annoyance.
He slid an arm round my waist, pulling me close and whispering “I didn’t want to do that, Kyle, but someone had to teach you a lesson. You’ll behave from now on, right?”
I nodded, not even paying attention to what he was saying.
Matt used to be such a nice guy...