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❝ Gas stations at 12 am hit different.❞
❝ Oh yeah, who's gonna take me?❞
❝ Me...duh, c'mon we can share a free slurpee. ❞
𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙧
His breath was moving down my mouth and into my throat within each second. It was ice cold, cold like he's been sitting in a cubed bath.
He then yanked his jersey over his shoulder before zipping up his gray baseball pants. His eyes met my left eye intentionally before moving to the right. Then quickly towards my mouth, Where at this point, I had no idea what he's doing. I was entranced, sexually, mentally and physically. He then smoothly moved back where our eye contact finally met for the tenth time tonight. We kissed one last time in the Uber.
His lips felt soft like butter, and his ocean spray cologne kept sticking to my chest. This all felt like a fantasy, a dream that I couldn't wake up from. We backed away from each other, as he just sat there, and smiled at me.
I began to tie my cleats, but he reached over, and grazed my arm. His touch was soft like he soaked it in Garra Rufa fish before we played the championship game.
" Are we good now?" He sets my hand in his palm, hugging his fingers around mine.
" Hm... I liked when you begged so no," A smirk emerging from my face, as I patted his wrist.
" What is this gonna be a award winning routine where I have to beg for your attention," Asked Kieran, pushing the tip of his tongue against his cheek.
" Well...it does sound promising,"
" In that case, can we please do the Death Drop at the fair tomorrow?" Kieran pleaded. " Come on, grow some balls."
" Bro, so was my dick not big enough for you when we were having sex two seconds ago?" I said, narrowing my eyes.