I let out the tiniest of gasps as I felt Danny tease my lips apart slightly. I kissed back regardless. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? His hands slid slowly down my back and I shivered a little. The last time anyone did that was a long time ago. His snaked their way into the back of my jeans as he kissed me a little harder. I kissed back kind of awkwardly. Man, I was rusty. He took a sharp intake of breath before doubling over. That can’t be good.
"Eugh, I'm sorry."
"Are you okay?" I asked, instantly worried. I’d had my fair share of beatings from Josh when I was younger and I knew all too well how the small things can cause the most problems.
"I guess I'm just pushing myself a little too hard,"
I stroked his cheek, glad he was relatively okay.
"I'm sorry, I'm rushing again aren't I?"
I smiled. "You're not, don't worry"
"Eugh, I wish I wasn't like this..." He looked up with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I arched an eyebrow a little at that. "Like what?"
"Bruised, beaten and bleeding."
"Want me to kiss it better?" I giggled. I kind of wanted him to say no...
"Mmm," he thought, a little grin appearing on his lips as he pretended to think, "you're welcome to..."
I chuckled. "Where does it hurt most?" Be brave about this, Kyle.
"All over” he moaned.
I kissed lightly down his chest, catching him smile with a blush.
"Does that feel better?" I asked, looking up at him from under my lashes.
"Mmm, much," he smiled.
I giggled and kissed down his stomach as well. Calm down, Kyle, it’s just a stomach. You kissed Hollie’s stomach plenty of times. Yeah, cause she was a girl. Ugh, man up, you fucking pansy. He shuddered and I kissed all the way back up, skipping his nose and planting a soft kiss on his nose. He giggled and I smiled.
He blushed and opened his mouth to say something but paused. "I feel much better."
I kissed his nose again. "Good. I think painkillers might work better, though"
"I've been through worse, I'll live."
I pressed my forehead to his, chuckling as he looked into my eyes. He kissed me softly and I hummed, kissing back with the same amount of care
"Kyle," he whispered.
"Are you okay with this? I mean, loving a man. Are you okay?"
"I... I don't know..."
He sighed and looked at me with a weak smile, "can I help, in any way?"
"Keep being cute" I smiled.
"I don't know how I'm cute..."
I laughed. "Well then, just keep being you"
"I'll try," he murmured, kissing me softly with a blush, "Just don't rush into anything, okay?"
"Good," he murmured, "because I can heal without you kissing me, I noticed your hesitation. It's okay."
"Thanks" I smiled.
"That's what I'm here for."
"Can we... go out? I think I need some fresh air."
"Sure" I smiled.
He got up slowly, leaving his shirt on my bed and I slipped an arm round his waist. And then I remembered what had just happened to him.
"That doesn't hurt, does it?"
He shook his head, "no, it's okay."
I smiled. "Where are we going, then?"
"Just, to walk. You can show me around if you want, you never did..."
I laughed and led him outside. I won’t mention the reason I never showed him round is because he had a tantrum...